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Post by Pagoma on Feb 15, 2022 6:35:37 GMT -5
Pagoma and Voithos had been killing time while planning their next move, trapped inside a forest one hundred miles outside of West City. Through a series of unfortunate events, Pagoma had found himself in hot water on Earth, and his image was being plastered around most major cities while a censored video of him holding a severed head was displayed on the evening news. As a fugitive, Pagoma couldn't set foot inside a major city now, without being spotted at once. Though his power was enough to quash this inconvenience, Pagoma still wasn't certain what powers the Earthlings had at their disposal, and he didn't wish to find out the hard way just yet. Staring into space as he mentally searched for a cure to his boredom, Pagoma recalled that the fortune teller Baba, sister of Master Roshi, had given him a strange gem. The last time he had touched the gem and turned it over with his fingers, his mind was telepathically linked with another warrior in a strange dimension, apart from the physical realm of the Universe. Having been distracted by plenty, Pagoma had forgotten all about this strange relic.
Finding the Gem of Telepathy rolled in a piece of cloth, Pagoma unveiled it and picked it up with his right hand, turning the stone over three times in his fingers. As he did, Pagoma felt his mind once again be transported into a spiritual realm, the interior of his Corvette Class Speeder being left behind and a new scene of a void, white plane becoming visible. Bright white surrounding him, Pagoma felt his eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light. Pagoma had expected to see another Changeling in this realm, as he had before, but instead he was met with the site of a type of being he had never seen.
WC: 305
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 15, 2022 6:51:50 GMT -5
Boredom was truly an insufferable affliction to someone who had existed far longer than even the whole of creation itself, it was a reminder of the peaceful moments before his fall, the time in which he still had brethren. Letting out a deep sigh, the Primeval rose from his command seat within the massive Behemoth class carrier christened the Nemesis, looking down out of the windows which displayed the planet of Murcielago in all its infamous glory to him. Down there, one of his pawns was facing off against another of his kin, all the while draining the planet's lifeforce til the last drop. What was he doing in the meantime? Waiting for him to have a reason to go down there and aid his pawn or biding his time to watch the never boring spectacle of a planet imploding on itself?
Whatever he was waiting for, the primeval's patience was wearing thin enough for him to begin feeling rather antsy and frustrated at the lack of progress. He had come all that way only to be in an unenviable position of not being able to directly interject himself in the raging battle without having to betray his whereabouts to the entire galaxy.
Another deep sigh escaped the silver haired man's throat, as he reached for one of the pockets in his black overcoat, pulling out a small silver chain with a little red gem attached to it. Usually, when he used this tiny thing, he ended up facing that damn prince vegeta with the obvious consequence of having to placate and amuse the man while holding back his frustration at that prince's arrogance. However, as the Primeval closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander into the vast eternities of the astral planes, upon opening his eyes he was surprisingly met with an entity he had never seen nor faced before.
A changeling and one who from what Ur'Alcyonis' senses told him could probably deliver him a much needed work out. It seemed that this one lacked the imagination to shape the astral plane to their design, but perhaps this actually WAS the design. After all, from what the primeval had heard the two most disturbing places on a person's mind were total darkness and the absolute void. Not that those two even mattered much to someone born in the void and privy to the darkness between universes.
"So a changeling...well it's at least something else than constantly having to deal with those apes on steroids," The silver haired man let out a sly chuckle, raising both hands with the palms upwards in a sort of welcoming motion towards Pagoma, all the while allowing his own perceivable energy to rise until it matched the changeling's power output. "Shall we dispense with any pleasantries and just get to the meat of this...meeting?"
wc: 475
Champion lv 2, Combat Rune
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 15, 2022 15:08:10 GMT -5
The man... or whatever he was, stood in front of Pagoma and it didn't take the Changeling long to realize that this other individual was ready to jump straight into a fight. He resembled the humans that Pagoma had seen on Earth somewhat, only he had a very dark presence to him, similar to Pagoma's own dark energy. His eyes were blood red and his hair an unnatural color of silver and gray. Pagoma's opponent muttered some challenging words and Pagoma knew that he was signaling that Pagoma should attack first.
Pagoma could sense that the target in front of him had a power level that exceeded his own dramatically. Wishing to close that gap, Pagoma jumped straight into his Third Fighting Form, his tail lengthening with sharp spikes protruding from it, with two more long spikes emerging from his back. Pagoma breathed in deeply, feeling euphoric in his heightened state.
"That's better," Pagoma muttered to himself, feeling that the increase to his strength made him the equal to the opponent standing before him.
Wasting no more time in preparation, Pagoma charged towards his opponent, quickly closing the gap. Becoming airborne, he floated off the ground at chest height with a clenched fist leading his way. Focusing his Ki to increase his speed, Pagoma lunged at his opponent in a flash, aiming to make quick work of the enemy before him. Not waiting for the outcome of his attack to follow it up, Pagoma stopped himself with a skid of his Saiyan boots and turned pivot, exhaling a massive breath of fire in the direction of his opponent.
WC: 268 TWC: 573
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 15, 2022 17:38:59 GMT -5
It looked like this changeling was more than capable to see through the ruse the Primeval had created. It was somewhat amusing to see the being turn into a rather familiar looking form, Chill after all had used somewhat similar looking forms as well, yet his was probably quite unique among his kinf, as rather than bulkier and with more horns, his bio armor seemed to grow more substantially. This fellow though, seemed to follow the more classic lines of transformation or rather regression. Since this changeling did not go all the way to what is considered their true form, Ur'Alcyonis believed he was one of those who had yet to find the strength and ability to control their actions in that stage. It was interesting though, that in this form, the changeling was nearly equal to the Primeval, perhaps even a bit stronger than the primordial being's base form in its full power. It was...entertaining to say the least. Before he could think about the situation any more though, it was apparent that the changeling had understood the meaning of Ur'ALcyonis' words, diving straight at him with reckless abandon, yet it was linear, predictable even. Shifting the wieght in his legs, straightening his back, the silver haired man simply made a quarter turn while sliding aside. Yet when he looked down, he could see that his overcoat unlike himself had not been so fortunate to avoid the impact, with a whole tear in it. "Well, at least this all isn't real...ah well, I guess I invoked it upon myself."Tossing his overcoat aside, the ancient being slammed his hands together, with a terrible and dark energy akin to the void between universes welling up between his two hands. With a smile, Ur'Alcyonis seperated his hands, holding an orb of black Ki in each hand. "Now we're starting," Swinging his arms forward, the primeval fired off two simultaneous beams of dark energy towards Pagoma, which for some odd reason seemed to track down their target with great speed and ferocity. "Let's teach you some basics, shall we, my dear little changeling?"wc:357|832
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 15, 2022 19:12:04 GMT -5
Pagoma was pleased to see his attacks had some kind of impact on his opponent, albeit it more superficial than anything. Nonetheless, Pagoma appeared to have the speed and strength to keep up with his challenger, as he had hoped. Pagoma's silver-haired foe threw a small, black ball of energy at Pagoma. It was a simple, straight forward attack that despite its speed Pagoma was able to deflect away from him. However, Pagoma hadn't expected nor seen that his opponent had thrown a second ball of Ki identical to the first. The ball of energy struck Pagoma on his shoulder and the impact caused him to stumble back a step.
"Alright," Pagoma said to himself. "Good warm up. But let's get serious, now."
Pagoma charged an Energy Wave in each of his hands and launched one after the other at his opponent, aiming to hit him twice, once from each side. He charged after his opponents, nearly directly behind his beams of energy's trail. Nearing his opponent, Pagoma held his arms close to his body and quickly turned around in a full motion, letting his spiked tail fly dangerously through the air behind his momentum. Landing squarely on both feet by his enemy, Pagoma threw an uppercut towards his opponent's jaw, pushing the speed of his attack further by engulfing himself in Ki, Pagoma followed through with his punch by flying a few meters up into the air as a follow through of his attack.
"So what are you exactly anyways?" Pagoma asked with a smile and nod of respect to his opponent's strength, genuinely curious. Pagoma had never seen a being like this one before, and he was fairly certain he wasn't human, despite the similar appearance of the warrior.
Actions 1.) Deflect (x1) Beam Ball Free.) Take (x1) Beam Ball 2.) Mastered Double Energy Wave 3.) SA (Tail Whip) 4.) Power Fly + SA (Uppercut)
WC: 291 TWC: 864
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 17, 2022 10:31:46 GMT -5
Looking at the changeling in his third restricted form bat aside one of the blasts and take the second, the primeval could only hold up his head high, while the corners of his lips turned updards into a rather smug smile. Yet when the changeling actually called this a warm up, the ancient being could only let out a chuckle. If this was considered a proper warm up, he didn't want to know just what the changeling would consider a true fight.
Ur'Alcyonis simply remained in his spot, watching how Pagoma charged two waves of energy and swung them into his direction. He wondered if this was what the changeling meant with getting serious, simply raising his arm and swiped through the air, swatting aside the two waves of energy in a single go. However, at the very least it seemed that the changeling wasn't done yet, forcing the Primeval to hold up his arms to minimize the damage of the impact from the spiked tail, even tyhough it did got him sliding backwards for a bit. "hmm...unexpected..."
Those words had not left his mouth yet, or the Primeval could suddenly feel a fist plant itself against his lower jaw and throw him backwards as well as being propelled upwards.
While skidding a bit over what he thought to be the floor of the endless void, Ur'Alcyonis' hand went towards his jaw, rubbing it gently as he gazed at the changeling, tilting his head ever so slightly when he was asked what he was. "What I am is truly of no importance is it? What matters more is whether or not you are going to be serious now? When are you going to show me your true form, your birth form?"
Raising a single hand, the silver haired man's energy suddenly started to rise once more as he aimed two fingers towards the changeling, firing off a single, thin beam of energy aimed at the grotesque looking Pagoma's forehead. "I've yet to break a sweat...if you won't show me your true form, at the very least come at me with the intent to kill..."
358|1190
A1: Deflect DEW A2: Block SA free: Take SA A3: Mastered Mesposo
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 17, 2022 15:16:03 GMT -5
Pagoma was momentarily disappointed by how easily his opponent had parried his attacks, until he landed his fist straight into his opponent's jawline. The warrior standing before Pagoma seemed to know about Changelings, despite Pagoma not knowing anything about what he was... Pagoma's opponent asked him if he was going to be serious and show him his true form.
"My true form?" Pagoma asked himself, genuinely not sure what his opponent meant. Were there Changeling forms that extended beyond the one he was in now? A thin beam came shooting from two fingers of his opponents, a fast attack that Pagoma nearly didn't react to in time. Pagoma just managed to have his elbow cocked backwards in time to send the energy attack high into the air, away from himself. The Changeling's enemy challenged him to show him more power.
"With, pleasure," Pagoma said. Loosely holding up one finger above him, the Changeling began to charge a fierce, red ball of energy. It started out small, but soon it had grown to the size of a small house and didn't seem to be slowing. Dark, black static ran across the surface of the growing orb of power. Lowering his finger towards his opponent, Pagoma sent the gigantic sphere of Ki barreling at his opponent.
"Enjoy!" Pagoma called out sarcastically as the deadly attack flew through the air.
Actions A1: Deflect A3 A2: Supernova
WC: 233 TWC: 1,097
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 17, 2022 20:17:08 GMT -5
It was not all that unexpected, but there were those who had actually never returned to their true form among the more powerful members of the changeling race, the fact that this one had not even the slightest idea what the Primeval was talking about, actually made Ur'alcyonis quite excited to see just what heights this creature could reach when given enough time and space to grow beyond their current limits. However, it was only when the changeling swapped aside his own rather rude attempt at antagonizing Pagoma that the ancient being started to smile and chuckle with utter glee.
"Yes...yes, show me what you're capable of, give me a show, some fun...some excitement!!" Spreading out his arms, the Primeval started to react to the growing orb of red energy by allowing his own energy burst out of him like a wild, virulent inferno of black energy. His eyes turned to a golden hue as a maniacal smile spread across his face before his entire body got concealed by his own black energy, which started to drown out the endless white that made up this mental plane of existence. If there was anything, the energy exuded by the Primeval felt cold, twisted and perhaps most importantly just completely unnatural and ancient. "Come to me...I will enlighten you..."
From within the energy, a shadow of a growing form could be seen, the grunting sounds coming out of the darkness were feral, deep and above all inhuman.
When the orb of energy was thrown down by the changeling, two massive hands reached out of the darkness towards the orb, holding it into place for a few moments, diggin their nails into the massive concentration of the changeling's own powerful ki, before a subsequent explosion rocked the entirety of the plane, blowing away even the darkness which had been conjured up by the Primeval. However, perhaps more surprising was the fact that out of the dust and smoke created by the explosion appeared a massive, monstrous looking figure, towering over the changeling almost like an ouzaru would be towering over the transformed member of the Frost demon's race. Though there was clear indication that the being had certainly not come unscathed out of this explosion, it was perhaps still quite a thing to not be dead when being hit with a technique which could vaporize entire planets. "Such bravado and skill...but is it enough, still?"
Raising an arm, the demonic figure suddenly vanished from his position in a blur of blue, leaving behind but a shimmering after image, while reappering right in front of Pagoma, aiming to simply bury a large fist into the changeling's torso with a might and speed now far surpassing his own.
wc: 459|1649
A1: Transform to knight of Hell A2: block A2 with maneuvers A3: Zanzoken+SA
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 19, 2022 14:19:13 GMT -5
Pagoma let loose of his mighty Supernova and watched with a smile as he saw his opponent try to avoid it. Bravely, the warrior seemed to face his attack head on which amused Pagoma greatly. Surely no one, not even a stronger opponent could avoid his Supernova while cast in his third form... Or so Pagoma thought. Unfortunately for the Changeling, his opponent proved this to not be the case. Emerging in a new, giant form, Pagoma's opponent towered over him. Pagoma looked out at the warrior, not entirely sure with the dramatic change if this way the same opponent he had faced moments ago. Just then, Pagoma's opponent whizzed towards him at such high speed, it left behind a blue after image of himself. Pagoma knew this technique, as he had often used it himself, but that didn't stop him from avoiding his opponent's attack. Reappearing in close proximity to Pagoma, the Changeling's enemy cast a simple but effective punch, chest high. Pagoma was launched backwards and did a flip in mid-air to slow himself down. Landing on the ground again, his boots slid through the dirt several more feet before he came to a stop, crouched on one knee. Pagoma felt a trickle of blood run down his chin as he wiped it away with one of his fingers. Pagoma rubbed two fingers together with his own blood between them and looked out to his opponent. While he was now larger and more powerful, his new form made him an easier target, and Pagoma was determined not to miss his mark.
Swiping his hand across the length of his chest, Pagoma extended his fingers outward towards his opponent as a powerful, thin beam of ki spread horizontally in front of him. Aimed at the waist of his opponent, Pagoma attempted to sever his enemy into two pieces with his powerful slicing technique.
Free) Take SA A1) Daichiretsuzan
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WC: 320 TWC: 1,417
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 19, 2022 18:03:48 GMT -5
Seeing how his opponent reeled back from the impact of his quick assault, the Primeval's lips curled upwards into a wicked grin. However, he knew from experience not to completely disregard those who were weaker, for he too had come to learn the feeling of being the weaker person in combat, the underdog and underdogs had to be smart and resourceful to come out on top. Thus prudence dictated that the ancient being could not disregard the changeling just yet.
When Pagoma managed to flip himself around in mid air in order to slow down his backwards motion, Ur'Alcyonis tilted his head slightly to the left, intrigued by what this changeling would now bring to the forefront. Though he had hoped that perhaps Pagoma would once more show the full extend of his power, what ended up happening was almost to be considered a slight disappointment.
In stead of an incredibly strong or overwhelming technique being sent his way, in stead it was a technique he knew about all too well, one he had been given through his knowledge and training when the changeling Lord Chill was still his host, therefore he knew the signs, the ways to utilize it and to create it, but also how to dismantle it, destroy it and erase it. Yet rather than waste time and effort on either of those, the Primeval thought it wiser and perhaps a bit more intimidating to just cancel out the opponent's technique with the same one.
So his hand raised upwards, his index and middle finger glowing with his usual black energy, before he swiped his hand through the air to send off a thin, nearly invisible projectile of his own, with the intention to cancel out the changeling's technique. However, utilizing the idea of hiding a second thin projectile behind his first one, a mere moment after firing off the first projectile, the primeval swiped his fingers through the air again, hoping the clash and explosion of the canceling techniques would actually make avoiding the second one much harder.
wc: 344|1993
A1: Daichiretsuhan blast cancel A2: Daichiretsuhan
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 20, 2022 10:09:34 GMT -5
Pagoma was surprised to see his opponent was already familiar with his Daichiretsuzan technique. Not only did he know how to defend it, he knew how to cast the technique himself. As Pagoma saw his technique mirrored with even more energy approaching him quickly, he acted in a pinch, letting out a loud cry along with releasing a bit of his energy into the air, diffusing the slicing energy blast from being a threat. Pagoma stood sideways to his opponent and held out a palm. Visualizing his opponent trapped inside a ball of energy, Pagoma began to form an actual ball of energy to trap his opponent inside of. Aiming to hold his opponent prisoner inside, Pagoma raised his Imprisonment Ball high into the air before lowering his hand, bringing it crashing down on the ground in a fiery explosion. Charging towards the source of the blast, Pagoma didn't wait long before following it up with a powerful breath of fire. As the flames plumed towards the Changeling's enemy, they seemed to dissipate quickly in this foreign place, void of any tangible surroundings.
1. Kiai to A2 2. Hokaku Kon Dan 3. Fire Breath
WC: 195 TWC: 1,612
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 20, 2022 13:03:01 GMT -5
Much to the Primeval's chagrin, it seemed his ruse did not work. With a loud shriek, the changeling actually managed to avoid being his by the hidden daichiretsuhan, making it quite a feat considering this was in essence the perfect trap. It made Ur'Alcyonis wonder if this guy would actually make out for an interesting and useful pawn or perhaps at the very least someone who could be persuaded to be part of the grand design he held in his mind. However, he'd have to try and see for that later, as some observation might still be required and prudent before taking such a decision.
"Pretty good, detecting the second attack from a blind spot," The Primeval smirked faintly when he could see energy starting to form into a ball around him. It was another technique he had seen being used before and he knew what kind of pain it was to deal with if he allowed it to encapsulate him entirely. So, rather than allow the changeling to complete his technique, moments before the orb would hit the ground, the Primeval raised a hand, pressed his fingers together and snapped them, letting out a high pitched single note with his snap, which also dissipated the energy of the encroaching technique around him, allowing the monstrous figure to gently touch the ground with no repurcussions...or at least he thought, for he was quite surprised to be caught off guard by flames licking at his skin. "Really now...that is just plain annoying..."
Patting the spot where he'd feel his skin seering and gritting his teeth, the Primeval would look at the changeling with a sneer. "Yes...this should be more than enough."
With that being said, the demonic figure simply vanished into the nothingness, leaving the changeling behind to his own devices.
wc: 306|2299
A1: Kiai HKD leave
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Post by Pagoma on Feb 21, 2022 13:05:02 GMT -5
"Yes... this should be more than enough," Pagoma's opponent said. The Changeling had no idea what this meant. Was his opponent somehow measuring him up for something? Pagoma wouldn't get the chance to ask, as before he could process the situation, he was gone in a flash.
"Well..." Pagoma said, speaking to himself and into the nothingness. "Goodbye then!"
Pagoma's opponent was a worthy foe that challenged his abilities greatly. As he felt his body slipping back into the reality he was in on Earth, he reflected on hoping to one day meet him again.
Actions 1. Leave
WC: 99 TWC: 1,711
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