Post by King Piccolo on Jul 26, 2020 19:38:17 GMT -5
Base PL: 1,431,204 Combat
Take Me To Your Leader
Though the universe was his oyster when he clambered out of the hole that he'd slept in for 2000 years, King Piccolo knew exactly where he would start his new uprising. There was no place like home, and Namek would be the perfect place to begin rebuilding his empire, bit by bit. It would be easier to turn his own people - if his species had survived this long - than those that he was a complete alien to.
When he arrived, though, he found that as much as things had remained the same - the namekian people were primarily still farmers that lived quiet, dull lives - they had changed. The old elders, Biruga, Midena, and Samaga, had long since passed, leaving one of their offspring in charge of the Namekian race. He'd yet to meet this Guru, but along the way he'd come across the most unexpected of sights.
"What is this?" the Ancient King said aloud, stopping mid-stride. In the distance, a tower of black stone rose, like some sort of obelisk, from the ground. The architecture was unlike anything he'd ever seen on his homeworld. It looked, strikingly, like the sort of tower he'd want to rule from when he claimed this planet as the base of his new empire.
"I want... to talk... to your... leader." Piccolo spoke clearly and calmly, punctuating every other word with a stiff punch or kick as the soldiers from the tower swarmed him. Apparently, if you show up with his kind of battle power, the owners take great offense. Strangely, they seemed to have confused him with someone else.
"Someone inform the Cosmic Lords that Shell has finally attacked! We'll hold him off!" one of the guards roared. Several of the soldiers, perhaps terrified of having to be the ones 'holding him off', vacated the premises by racing back towards the tower.
"Are these Cosmic Lords your leaders? If so, there is no need to hold me off. I will wait for them," Piccolo replied, lowering his fighting stance. After 2000 years, what was a little longer for a real challenge? The soldiers looked at him warily, but none were willing to attack him unless they had to. The crumpled bodies of their comrades were proof enough that Shell or not, this guy was nothing to play with.
The light wisp of a page being turned barely had time to settle in the large open library before the title entry into the tome could be mentally spoken aloud within the mind, and was interrupted all in the same breath. Footsteps echoed throughout the vast library hall and their hurried pace told the Supreme Kai of Time that they were heading her direction. Without fail, the steps stopped some short distance away from her as a light ahem was coughed to politely grab her attention.
Then there was silence.
Chronoa could opt to neglect the message and in fact, she was compelled to do so as the studies she had embarked on were much more important than whatever message the soldier may have had. For better or worse she decided to give the soldier her attention as the spine of the book was gently placed along the hard oak table.
"Yes?" she simply inquired.
"It's Shell. He has come and is demanding to speak with somebody," the shadowy soldier stated.
With her interest now piqued, the Kai said nothing but gave a nod of dismissal to the soldier, to which he took and turned to leave. In his absence, Chronoa thought back to Shell at their very brief encounter deep within the catacombs of Toffit. Of course, at that point he likely had no idea of who she was so it was a most curious turn of events to have him barging on her front door, so to speak.\
With that thought to end things on, she vanished from sight only to reappear a moment later outside of the black spire. It's almost sentient darkness seemed to absorb the sunlight from the surrounding area as a gentle breeze graced the usually temperate planet. The breeze carried the scent of the intruder to the Kai and she immediately knew it was not Shell. The stench of this new Namekian was much darker in tone and was in stark contrast to the pure heart of the sole Namekian she had known of. This one embraced the darkness and piqued an even higher level of curiosity now.
Chronoa's slightly curbed boots crunched the grass below as she strode across the crumbled corpses that littered the ground and stepped over them to meet the stranger.
"This had better be good," the Kai stated dismissively.
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 27, 2020 0:38:38 GMT -5
Something was Different
Though the quiet standoff between Piccolo and the remaining soldiers only last a minute or two, it must have felt like a lifetime to the guards. Each was painfully aware that the namekian before them could probably choose to kill each of them before they could even manage to take a shot at him. The commander sighed in relief when their current resident Cosmic Lord appeared out of thin air.
The ancient king's acute hearing alerted him that someone had informed her of his presence a moment before she appeared, rousing a bit of excitement within him. When his eyes settled on the short-statured woman, he frowned. "Are they calling you a Cosmic Lord now, Chronoa? Seems a little... arrogant, if you ask me," he called, eyeing the Kai closely. Already it was odd that he could not sense her power, but she then looked at him as if he were totally foreign to her.
"I know it's been awhile, dear, but I did not expect you to forget me so easily."
No, something was different about her. Even the way she stood - her body language was completely off. If he'd had a list of things he expected to appear out of that tower, the Supreme Kai of Time would likely have very close to the bottom. There was nothing good about that black spire, and the Kai he'd known was anything but bad.
"Let's see if you're as tough as I remember," he said with a grin. In his experience, fighting style said everything you needed to know about a person, and Chronoa's was very distinct. Suddenly rushing forward, the namekian waved his finger through the air a few times, making quick slashes as he ran. Three of the corpses that he'd left littering the ground rose into the air and flew towards her - dead weight always felt the heaviest. As he reached the much shorter woman, he slung his head forward, aiming to headbutt her with his impressive forehead.
"Titles, statements of one's self worth and accomplishments" the Kai simply shrugged her shoulders at the Namekian. "So useless,"
Of course, this Chronoa was the same as the one the strange Namekian knew, but she was also completely different. The Toffit Rebellion had presented very unique opportunities to create an upheaval in the world of the Kai's - and the Bearer was formless after the devastating blow from the wanted Saiyan. It was a strategic point to possess the Supreme Kai of Time for plans yet to be unveiled, even to the fellow Cosmic Lords. The Kai mused on how none of it mattered right now as the challenger did not appear to be the type who can be reasoned with - nor was she the type to shelve an opportunity for violence so quickly.
The Namekian did want to challenge her and she would happily accept.
The Kai watched his hands carefully and noticed his ease of manipulating the still warm corpses as they were lifted off the ground and flung forward and in response Chronoa threw her right hand forward and ejected a small trio of crimson spheres of energy that intercepted the corpses before they could hit her. The Namekian came rushing through the shower of blood and gore as it roughly sprayed and coated the green planet. Shattered pieces of armor were flung in all directions as makeshift shrapnel of the situation.
Gush! the sound of guts slammed against the dry patch of dirt nearby.
Before the brief downpour of blood could subside the dark Namekian had already came for Chronoa and met her forehead with a clash of his own. Pain shot out from the center of her head and arced around to the back as she retreated a short distance away.
"You'll have to get over me not remembering you. After destroying as many as I have, all of the faces just seem to meld together. Soon, you'll be just another face, too," she smirked. Chronoa immediately raised her right arm and held out her index and thumb finger as she placed the Namekian's head within the makeshift cross-hair she created between her digits. Chronoa bit on her lower lip and closed one eye as she focused her attention and emitted a fast moving clear beam from the center of her iris.
Action 1: Beam Ball V Telekinesis [0.5%] Action 2: Beam Ball V Telekinesis [0.5%] Action 3: Beam Ball V Telekinesis [0.5%] Action 4: Mastered Kiaiho [DR 3.5 / -1%]
Take: Hammerhead [DR 3.5]
Ki Used this turn: 2.5% Ki Gained this turn: 0% Ki Remaining: 97.5%
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 27, 2020 18:24:26 GMT -5
In Your Face
As Chronoa retreated, Piccolo wiped the blood that had covered his face when she'd blown the corpses apart, licking his lips as he did so. He looked up at her and grinned. "You know... you don't sound like the Chronoa I knew at all. I don't think she'd ever brag about destroying anyo-" An invisible force slammed into the namekian, knocking him backward. He stumbled a few steps, then regained his footing and smiled again.
"Well, whoever you are, it seems you share her penchant for tricks. Me? I'm more of the..." he announced, disappearing. "In-your-face type," he finished, appearing, quite literally, in Chronoa's face. Even as he materialized, his fist was rocking forward, aimed squarely at the Kai's upper chest. He took a half-step back, raising his foot and delivering a powerful front kick to her midsection, then stepped up again with a wide-arcing uppercut to her chin.
To finish off his assault, the ancient king leaned back before driving his forehead towards hers again, hoping he'd gotten her off-balance with his previous attacks. Even lacking his full power, he knew that his strength and speed were formidable enough to make most opponent's wary of fighting him up close. The Kai he'd once known was more of a medium-range fighter, so he was very interested to see how this one stood up to, and reacted, to his attack.
It was one of the downfalls of possession - knowledge and memories were not transferred over to the new controller of the host. At least, with possession of this type. Under heavy meditation some information could be obtained but it was hardly groundbreaking - the Bearer knew and understood the limitations of this strange ability. Unfortunately, this situation had been rather unique in this stranger had some connection to the Supreme Kai of Time.
The strange Namekian vanished and reappeared a moment later, having closed the distance between the two in no time at all and took equal amount of time to strike the Kai in her upper chest area. The impact sent her stumbling backward as the ki-fueled attack burned at her exposed flesh and was immediately followed with a heavy kick to the midsection. Without warning the air that surround the pair suddenly erupted with unnatural biting cold that constricted around the Namekians leg, penetrating the fabric of his pants and attacking the flesh with burning frost.
Chronoa's frost aura rapidly faded as the Namekian continued his onslaught and made a wide swing that caught her just below the chin but continued to stand steadfast and as the Namekian rushed in with his forehead at the forefront, she swiftly crossed her forearms together in an 'X' shape and caught the green-skinned skull in a pincer grip. As she cradled the head in restraint for the moment she had, Chronoa couldn't help but notice the deep throes of darkness this creature held within his soul - if he did indeed possess such a thing. It was like a vast well of black, and it intrigued her.
"Impress, or you will die," the Kai stated bluntly. If she were to combat this creature's dark power then she would need to embrace her own. Chronoa opened her mouth the moment she released her position from the ancient and exhaled as if she were about to speak again but instead belched a plume of crackling blue fire that washed over the area where the Namekian had been.
Action 1: Daji's Flame Shield V Action 2 SA [DR4 / -2%] [Crit: Immobilize] Action 2: Block Hammerhead Action 3: Majin + Regulated Perfect Form [Suppress to 1,000,000 PL] [Tou] Action 4: Mastered Fire Breath [DR 2.5 / -2%] [Crit: Burn]
Okay so you guys are clearly enjoying this, and it shows in your RP. The content from both of you is awesome, as always, but there are a few punctual and grammatical errors. Sentences aren't necessarily flowing as well as they could, even though you're getting your point across.
From a competitive perspective, things are pretty even. I'm going to give the RP Bonus to KP, just because he decided to throw dead bodies around. However there's definitely more to come from both of you, so keep it up.
Oh and for damage, the Hammerhead that Chronoa took was crit death so battle over enjoy the ND.
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 28, 2020 20:10:25 GMT -5
Spicy Little Bitch
Clearing a couple of feet backwards as his opponent's aura roared to life around her, Piccolo had a moment to look down at his fists and realize that they'd be burnt by the unexpected icy explosion that and erupted between them. He frowned as he looked back at her, but saw the glow of the flames in her throat just in time to dive hard to the side, rolling back to his feet. "Alright you spicy little bitch," he crooned. "Let's get physical."
A red sheen coated his right arm and, when he dramatically whipped it to the side, a short blade of ki formed with the base encasing his fist. Rolling it through the air, he admired the whooshing sound as the blade cut through the air particles, releasing a subtle smell of ozone that wafted its way into his nose. It reminded him vaguely of burning hair - or maybe he was already dreaming of easing the Kai's scalp off with his energy weapon.
"You know, I must admit I've been dreaming of killing you for a long time now. Maybe this new, dark leaf you seemed to have turned over means you'll see this battle through," he mused. Tensing his body, he positioned his blade casually to the side. "You've always had a nasty habit of escaping when things get serious." Becoming little more than a blur to the unskilled eye, Piccolo raced around Chronoa. He reached the outer wall of the spire and up he went, reaching several times the Kai's height in just a couple of strides. Pushing off of the wall, he rotated his feet over his head and dropped back towards the ground like a bag of hammers, his blade held out to bisect his opponent from crown-to-crotch.
The Kai's tongue ran across her supple lower lip as she icy burn after the explosion touched upon her soft flesh in a pleasurable burn. She had hoped to see the Namekian flesh shrivel and shrink as his skin was scoured from his bones - but that would need to wait.
Chronoa smirked as her crimson eyes carefully watched the vibrant spectral blade. Part of her had hoped that withdrawing the First Blade was not going to be required for this battle but she would not restrain herself much longer. The Supreme Kai kneeled down to one knee as the Namekian approached from above, having dared to sully the Black Spire with his dirty footwear.
The unusual sound of bone scraping against the phantasmal blade screeched out across the empty field as Chronoa defensively pulled the First Blade defensively across the dual slashes of the ki-blade. Even still, the heat of the Namekian's blade scorched her knuckles.
"I won't run from a soon-to-be corpse. Just remember - I have always have my eye on you," the Supreme Kai of Time smirked and winked. A small thin beam of compacted energy fired from the center of her unblinked crimson iris and cut through the air with deadly intent to pierce the Namekian's collar bone.
No sooner than had her beam dissipated back into the air was the Kai on the move as she swiftly darted to the Namekian's right hand side. Her thin fingers danced along the handle of the blade and quickly shifted the grip to reversal as her thumb slipped over the dry hilt. The invisible aura that surround the Bearer whipped up and assisted in carrying the lithe form upward into the sky. As she ascended, Chronoa spun her body and attempted to penetrate the Namekian's cloth-covered legs and drag the blade upward to reveal his inside - upper thigh to elbow.
Action 1: Block Ki Sword A3 Action 2: Block Ki Sword A4 Action 3: Power Blitz [DR: 7 / -2%] Action 4: Rough Divide [DR: 2] [Crit: 20% Energy Stealing]
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 29, 2020 21:31:23 GMT -5
Though they were close, King Piccolo had been paying close attention to his opponent's eyes whenever he could. Though he couldn't confirm, it had appeared earlier that she was capable of invisible forcefields with her eyes, so when he saw the momentary twinkle of energy in her unblinking eye, he was already moving to evade. Spinning out the way, he did a weird thing and kept spinning, gaining speed rapidly.
Blood splattered on the ground in a circle around him as he felt the stinging pain of Chronoa's blade as it sliced cleanly through the muscles in his leg. He didn't stop though, continue to gain momentum until the very air around him had joined in to create a dangerous whirling tornado.
"Well make sure you watch this one all the way through," the namekian roared out of the storm. With a telekinetic 'push' he extradited himself from the swirling mass, sending it hurtling towards his foe. In the moment that this would buy him, he began his next attack. He had come to understand that those eyes of hers were dangerous - between invisible forcefields and, he'd noticed as he was spinning, beams that could slice holes through hills like butter, there seemed no limit to their power.
As Chronoa dealt with the storm he'd thrown at her, King Piccolo spoke a few inane words that, though their magical nature was undeniable, were mostly for show. "Bibidibabidiboo!" he muttered to himself, splaying his fingers out towards the Kai. She'd feel a certain amount of slowness to her movements, almost like she'd been forcibly into slow-mo. "Now, to get rid of those eyes for good! Solar Flare!" the Namekian now roared, clenching his eyelids shut and directing an intense beam of sunlight towards Chronoa's face with his antennae.
The winds picked up and carried the lighter pieces of the previously destroyed bodies. It was an odd mixture of human parts, dust and dirt and the grassy fields all swirled together with one ki-infused tornado that rapidly whisked across the field and threatened to devour Chronoa.
Much like the Black Spire - though not nearly as tall - the Kai withstood the suction of the whirlwind despite the winds beating against her bare skin and threatening to rip her armor off. The small pink Kai raised her right hand up while still clenching the First Blade, her lips parted ever so slightly as she emitted a deafening high pitch screech. The otherworldly sound rang out from her position and shook the very molecules of the energy down to their core to force them to rapidly dissipate and release their hold on the materials.
As the last remaining pieces of flesh and dirt settled onto the Namek surface Chronoa turned her attention back to the Namekian himself and noticed he murmured words that would surely draw some form of disaster. The Kai was correct in her assumption as she felt the air surrounding her suddenly grow dense and restrict her movements - but the tightness was banished as quickly as it had descended. It was the Mark. The eternal scar burned into the flesh just above her upper breast took on a red hue as it vanquished the debilitating attempt.
Had it stuck it would have given the Namekian the precious time he required.
A thick hand of pure energy fell around her form as the twinkling light grew into a monstrous flare that filled the sky with blinding light. She watched, protected by the ki that acted like a giant protective glass that dimmed the spectacle just enough to not blind her.
"You're losing it. Maybe you should take a nice rest on the edge of my blade!" the Kai mocked, as her protective energy fell away. No sooner than was she vulnerable once more did she dig the heel of her boot into the ground and use it as a point to push herself off like a speeding bullet. Chronoa's form was small and lithe - she was hardly the face of intimidation and she pondered if the Namekian would underestimate how much damage an impact from her speeding body could inflict.
The Supreme Kai of Time caught herself just before her form would leave the personal bubble of the Namekian as her aura flared up intently and prevented the momentum from carrying her away. She reached out and grabbed at him - his neck, antenna, wrist or throat. It mattered little as a simple touch would drain her opponent.
Action 1: Kiai V Hyper Tornado Action 2: Ganr's Hand V Solar Flare [-5%] Action 3: Dragon Dive [DR: 6 / -6%] Action 4: Kyushu Grab Note: Immune to Hypnosis due to Psychic Null
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 30, 2020 2:11:44 GMT -5
I'll Give You That
Not only did he fail to blind her, but she short-statured warrior managed to blow his tornado right away too. Gritting his teeth, he realized that this battle was going to be just as tough as it had always been. Did he still have what it took to overpower his god-like opponent? Before he could consider his next move, he realized that Chronoa had flung herself at him, turning herself into a tight-spiraling battering ram. She was, of course, a less than menacing sized fighter.
"Show me what you can do," he called, sticking his chest out in defiance. By the time he realized she was hurtling much faster than he'd anticipated possible, it was too late to fully avoid her attack. He pulled to the side, but as he did the Kai's shoulder struck him in the arm. For a moment, he felt the pressure against his joint as his elbow wrapped around her head and then, with a hideous *pop*, his left arm was wrenched from its socket. Sinew ripped and burst as his arm was viciously removed from his body, earning the girl a scream of pain.
She wasn't done yet though, he sensed her body stopping beside him, impossibly quickly, and immediately lurched into a spin to his right. Chronoa's arm passed right by his face as she reached for the spot his neck had been in only a second ago. All her flailing fingers found though, was air. Even as he watched her hands grasp empty space, he rotated on one tip-toe and one heel, spinning his fist into her exposed gut before launching himself backwards.
Sliding as his feet touched the ground again, the ancient king knelt to one knee. "You're still a tough one, Kai, I'll give you that," he spat with a frown. His remaining hand gripped his shoulder, and the small stump that remained of his left arm. Grunting, the namekian sprouted a new arm in an instant. A wonderful feature of Namekian biology. Marvelously, there wasn't even any significant lingering pain from the nearly fatal wound.
"But somehow, I just don't think you've got enough stones to make it to championship rounds with old King Piccolo," he said, standing back to his full height. "But I can't wait to watch you try!" Rushing forward in a hazy burst of speed, the namekian launched a full-scale, no-holds-barred assault on his smaller foe, becoming but a blur as he aimed for the vital parts of her anatomy - or at least, where they should have been if Kai anatomy was anything like most humanoid lifeforms.
Spittle and small droplets of blood lined the Kai's mouth as she recused from the swift strike back from when she attempted to latch onto him. It was an unfortunate turn of events but she knew there would be plenty chances more - if he survived that long, of course.
There was a certain degree of satisfaction to be gleamed from her crimson irises as Chronoa watched on in childlike glee when the Namekian regrew his failed limb. It was a neat trick and one that she had never been lucky enough to witness, until now. Chronoa brandished the First Blade and waved the ancient bone side to side playfully.
"Neat trick! Lets do it again but with more parts," the Kai mocked.
She felt the wind shift around her form as the Namekian rushed in with harmful intent - but the Kai was crafty. A slippery fighter who enjoyed denying her opponents the pleasures of knocking her around and this was no exception. As the Namekian came in close the Supreme Kai of Time darted to the left and extended her limbs in all directions which sent a freezing blast to encapsulate the entire area, including the attacker.
Perhaps it was some of the original Chronoa that influenced the parasite's movements, but who could ever know?
What she did know, however, was how to battle. With the snap of her fingers the sky above the Black Spire erupted and split wide like a seam had been torn. Every damned soul ever slain by the First Blade poured out all at once as the ghastly whirlwind tore across the planet Namek to claw and scratch at any living soul it could find.
The Kai gave a devilish grin as she pointed her index finger at her opponents right shoulder and fired a simple, clean beam.
"You're out of your league here," she stated just before dashing in with the mandible held at the side of her waist. As she approached the Namekian Chronoa made a wide arcing slash that whirred through the air with enough speed that a scarcely visible afterimage trailed behind.
Okay so you have both definitely picked up the pace, both in terms of the attacks you're throwing and your RPing. Between KP slowly learning that this isn't the Chronoa that he knew, and Bebi coming to terms with his new body whilst not giving the game away, this has been a joy to read.
RP Bonus could have gone either way again, but this time I'm giving it to Chronoa. Special mention to one line from KP:
"But somehow, I just don't think you've got enough stones to make it to championship rounds with old King Piccolo,"
wrestle me bro
KP: -12% Bebi: -15%
Not many attacks taken yet, you both seem to be sizing up the other's defenses and trying to find a way through. KP's regeneration saved him 10% damage which was nicely RP'd.
Post by King Piccolo on Jul 31, 2020 15:20:25 GMT -5
You Little Whore
"You little whore," King Piccolo spat as a freezing wind engulfed him, paralyzing his limbs if only for a second. As brief as it was, the move gave his opponent plenty of time to move out of range so that, when he was able to move again, he would have to cross the space between them again. That had proven to be a dangerous task, as Chronoa seemed adept at attacking him in subtle, hard-to-track ways.
Before he could start towards her, there was a deep resounding boom overhead that tore his attention away from his foe. He looked up to see that the sky had darkened and split open, and from within the pussy in the sky a horde of wraith-like spirits had begun to enter their world. Whatever this technique was, there was no questioning its dark nature. If he'd held any advantage over Chronoa in the past, it was because her devotion to good stayed her hand when it was time to deliver a fatal blow. If she had truly turned to darkness however, he knew he was playing a dangerous game.
Dangerous times called for dangerous measures, or something of that nature.
Spreading his legs, the Namekian tensed his body and clenched his fists. A deep, red aura surrounded him as he gathered his energy, opening inner limiters that conserved his stamina. The physical change as a result of powering up was subtle - his muscles bulked slightly, but for the most part he remained the same. His strength had increased significantly though.
A beam struck him in the shoulder, surprising him but otherwise having little effect. Though his appearance had not changed much, the Namekian had gained significant weight. As if gravity were acting differently upon his body, his form was grounded and harder to knock off balance. That didn't stop Chronoa from trying though, launching herself forward and sweeping her sword across his chest to open a long tear in his skin. Even before she'd pulled her arm back though, the blood-oozing wound had already begun to close, hiding the surface damage.
A deep, cackling laughter escaped the ancient king's lips. "Who is out of their league, now?" he jibed. As he spoke, the Namekian's right arm had snaked around behind her, growing in length so that it could attack her backside without him moving. As it struck, claws raking her upper back, his left arm swept throw the air, creating a nearly invisible cutting edge of ki that was aimed across her torso.