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Post by Pagoma on Sept 5, 2022 12:20:31 GMT -5
Pagoma found himself back on his home on the Planet Frieza. He had certainly missed the cold air and ground, the isolated cities with miles of dangerous wildlife between them, and the citizens who trembled at his presence, seeing his status in the Planet Trade Organization proudly pinned to his chestplate. Pagoma had already resumed his training with Lord Frost, who happened to be on the planet as well during that time, but training was one thing and battling was another. Pagoma could try to be as ready as he could be when it came time to battle, but the unpredictable movements of an unknown warrior made it something that could be difficult to feel prepared for. What he needed only came with more time... Practice.
Pagoma laid in his bed in his Town home in Gelic City, the soft mattress feeling much more welcoming than anything he had slept on before coming home. As he stared up into the ceiling, his muscles aching all over from a hard day's worth of training, he found himself holding the familiar Gem of his, turning it over and over in his hands until he felt the effect of it swoop him away into the Astral plane.
Like a loading screen in a game, Pagoma looked around at the blank canvas that was the Astral Plane. Soon, he would be matched with a training partner and that empty canvas would flourish into a lively scene.
WC: 243
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 5, 2022 12:47:12 GMT -5
Sitting in his seat, comfortably looking over his desk and the many papers he had to run through, the primeval let out a chuckle. His work as the Dealmaker was expanding, his name under this guise growing and attracting more attention. His most recent shenanigans in which he managed to bring the Planet Trade Organization the most glorious possible loss in their war against the Saiyan Empire on planet Vegeta did also help in this regard a bit. Pawns had been moved, pieces had been strategically placed, the winds were in his favor and all he could think about was to gain more power in order to better exploit the position he had gotten in. Playing with the silver chain in his hand, Ur'alcyonis quickly held a tight grip on the red gem attached to the chain, deciding he could just have some fun in the meantime as well, allowing his mind to drift through the boundaries of space and time into the Astral Realms themselves. He'd appear in his current guise of the Dealmaker, complete with his mask and dandy-style outfit, looking around as he found himself standing in an absolute void. He could only let out a chuckle, tilting his head in an almost unnatural angle to look at the being standing not too far away from him. "Perfect place for us to meet again...wouldn't you agree, Pagoma?"
WC 233 TWC 233
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 5, 2022 16:06:55 GMT -5
Pagoma watched as the blank canvas around him swirled with color, like smoke spreading out into a lively scene around him. Unlike the most recent scene the Astral Plane had brought Pagoma to, which was an outdoor forest full of tall trees; this scene seemed to be more of an empty warehouse factory. Windows were broken out near the tops of the tin walls, and dust and cobwebs lined the rafters above him. Miscellaneous assembly line machinery was scattered across the room. As the scene’s creation swirled to a stop, Pagoma noticed behind him a familiar voice.
"Perfect place for us to meet again...wouldn't you agree, Pagoma?" the voice said.
Pagoma turned around expecting to see the Silver Haired Warrior as he last remembered him. Instead, he saw a figure that looked to be the Demon, but he was wearing something over his face.
”What’s with the mask?” Pagoma asked sheepishly. Pagoma had always considered his clothing and looks to be purely practical, as did most Changelings. But the mask over the Silver Haired Warrior’s face seemed to not really serve any purpose as best as Pagoma could tell. Unless he had sustained some kind of serious facial injury and was covering a nasty scar? Pagoma awaited an answer from his old ally.
WC: 217 TWC: 460
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 5, 2022 16:17:52 GMT -5
The changeling's reaction was...somewhat blunt, but at the very least understandable in the Primeval's eyes. This one had seen Ur'alcyonis' face before, so a mask in essence would not truly been of much use when it came to hiding his identity. It was a bit sad though, since the man did like the outfit and appearance he had in said guise as the Dealmaker, for it seemed to be somewhat off putting to most people he had dealt with. "Sometimes it just happens to be useful to remain as unidentifiable as possible to those desperate for a deal..."The masked man raised and arm, snapping his fingers as he took on a more identifiable outfit, the mask and dandy clothes replaced by the proper clothing and navy blue overcoat he wore before when he had faced Pagoma on Kelioux, slicking back his silver hair as he smiled at the changeling with apparent glee and amusement. "Long time no see, you must have been busy...right, Pagoma?"Raising both his arms a bit, the Primeval unleashed his energy, dying the entire surroundings black with his twisted and malicious aura, allowing all restraints to be removed in order to reach a comfortable resting stage for his energy. "For so have I."
WC 212 TWC 446
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 5, 2022 21:52:58 GMT -5
Ur'Alcyonis seemed like he was more comfortable in the mask he wore, but perhaps as a courtesy to Pagoma, who had never seen him wear it, he waved his hand and it disappeared, as his entire wardrobe changed.
"There's the Demon I remember," Pagoma stated plainly.
"Long time no see, you must have been busy...right, Pagoma?" The Silver Haired Warrior caught Pagoma off guard with this question. Up until quite recently, Pagoma hadn't been working nearly as hard as he usually did. Bouncing back and forth between Mortoseth and Pefu, he had admittedly been taking his sweet time with a few of the tasks that the Planet Trade Organization had required of him. Did Ur'Alcyonis pick up on this fact due to his power level not keeping up with the pace of his own? Or was this a legitimate question? Ur'Alcyonis seemed more the type to poke fun than to be sincere, so Pagoma answered the question the only way he could think how.
"Well," Pagoma responded after a few moments. "There's one way to find out..."
Pagoma had come to the Astral Plane to fight after all... He was glad to see a familiar face, but despite being friendly with the Silver Haired Warrior, there was no reason why he couldn't have a little fun, while also accomplishing what he came there to do.
The Changeling Warrior stood in a fighting stance and left it up to the Silver Haired Warrior to decide how to proceed.
WC: 250 TWC: 710
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 5, 2022 22:35:35 GMT -5
So, it seemed that the changeling was at the very least more intelligent than a certain individual he had been seeing a few times in this godforsaken Astral plane, which was in a certain way a promise of a more enjoyable and entertaining little bout. It was obvious that unlike said aforementioned individual, Pagoma was more capable of playful banter and understanding the nuances within the Primeval's words. "You changelings are just so much more amusing to deal with than those monkeys..."As the changeling settled himself in his fighting stance, Ur'alcyonis raised his hands, making it clear that unlike his usual modus operandi, he would not use any weapons in this case, a bit of a handicap to make things a tad bit more interesting. Yet, this was by no means any reason to think the man didn't like to throw in a little surprise upon initiation, as he quickly and expertly threw a handful of black orbs of energy towards the changeling. Though he didn't think this would really be an issue for the changeling to deal with, the Primeval hoped to use this initiation as a distraction; vanishing from his earlier position in order to reappear not behind, but a few feet on the left of Pagoma's earlier registered position, raising his arm as he fired off an insanely fast thin beam of black energy towards the changeling. "Let's enjoy this to the best of your ability, shall we?"
WC 244 TWC 690
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 6, 2022 17:55:14 GMT -5
The Silver Haired Warrior made a comment about recently being stuck in training battles, like the one they were about to engage in, with a Saiyan or Saiyans. When he noted that a fight with Pagoma was a much better option than one against a Saiyan, Pagoma had to whole heartedly agree. The Saiyans he had encountered as of late didn’t understand the big picture of a battle, fending off one attack at a time without any longer term strategies in mind. Pagoma felt like it was a bit like facing off against a poorly programmed Android. Only, most of the Androids Pagoma had seen were much more challenging and interesting than any of the Saiyans he had gone up against.
Ur’Alcyonis threw a few black orbs of energy towards the Changeling warrior, which were quickly slapped away. It was a clear distraction so that the Silver Haired Warrior could set himself up to attack. Pagoma would be prepared.
Erm… or so he thought. “Where did he go?” Pagoma thought to himself.
The Silver Haired Warrior reappeared not behind Pagoma, but to his side, launching another energy blast from close range. Pagoma would have been victim to this attack, but his handy little Reflect Ring engaged itself and not only protected Pagoma, but sent the Silver Haired Warrior’s attack right back at him.
Pagoma followed this up with a familiar move. One of the few that had gotten through to Ur’Alcyonis the last time they had squared off. Closing a fist in mid-air, Pagoma controlled the air and molecules around Pagoma, sending a crushing weight collapsing inward towards the Demon.
A1) Deflect Energy Balls A2) Reflect Ring Energy Balls A3) Implosion
WC: 288 TWC: 998
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 6, 2022 22:53:28 GMT -5
Seeing how his earlier assault's purpose despite not dealing any noteworthy damage was fulfilled, the Primeval had thought he'd get in the first hit with his little surprise, only to find out the changeling was wearing a reflect ring. Though familiar with it, Ur'alcyonis never wore said ring outside of battles, meaning that even in the astral realm, he had not thought about wearing it either. Thus, in the end he got his by his own technique, which though not really damaging or dangerous was still enough to deliver a somewhat painful retort to his earlier actions when it rebounded and hit him in the shoulder. If that wasn't enough, he could feel the air around him compress and distort, but perhaps in his arrogance or perhaps in the certain sense he had that it was more important to give off an image of strength rather than just his usual cunning, the Primeval endured the technique, even as the implosion happened, he withstood it and the urge to use his weaponry. Panting as the implosion had occured, it was obvious that he didn't come out unscathed from that technique, which he truly did like and saw as the ingenuity of Pagoma. With his overcoat torn apart, revealing the armor underneath in all its glory, Ur'alcyonis could only let out a somewhat haggard chuckle. "So much weaker than the last guy I faced in here, but you at least managed to hit me...I should applaud you for that. However...we're not done yet, are we?"Raising both hands, the primeval soon started to charge his black energy into both his hands, with silvery flames surrounding that black energy it was quite the eerie sight to behold. It didn't take long for him to pour in enough energy to at the very least override the properties of the reflect ring and avoid any of the undesired consequences the ring might give him. Swinging down his arms diagonally, two black beams covered in those same silver flames were launched and directed in such a manner they'd converge on their target simultaneously: the changeling Pagoma.
WC 354 TWC 1,044
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 7, 2022 8:42:09 GMT -5
The Silver Haired Warrior insulted Pagoma’s fighting power, then followed it with a back handed compliment. Pagoma had grown to expect this from the Demon. That’s just who he was. The real compliment was the attack he charged afterwards. Pagoma didn’t think he would have used it, if he didn’t trust that Pagoma could take it. After all, they weren’t trying to kill each other; just have some fun to pass the time.
Two beams of black energy, illuminated by silver flames, came from the Silver Haired Warrior and made their way towards Pagoma. One look told Pagoma that these beams were not your typical straight shot kind of attack, but would follow him if he tried to escape. As such, the Changeling placed himself inside of a Barrier and braced for impact. The first of the two blasts hit Pagoma’s Barrier, violently shaking it. Pagoma knew the Barrier wouldn’t hold up to another one. As he expected, the second blast hit a split-second after the first, exploding into Pagoma’s Barrier, erupting with flaming energy and tearing apart any defense the Changeling had prepared. Pagoma kneeled and prepared for the blast to do its worst, as he was thrown back and slammed against one of the building’s walls; making a nice Changeling-sized hold in it.
Rising up like an old man with too many aches and pains, Pagoma limped back through the building and raised a hand up to Ur’Alcyonis as if to say “that’s enough”.
“I liked that one,” Pagoma admitted. “I’m training with Lord Frost this week… I wonder if he could teach it to me?”
WC: 280 TWC: 1,278
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 7, 2022 9:43:08 GMT -5
Witnessing how his double burning tsuihidan coursed towards the changeling, the primeval wondered if this one could actually be stopped without too much of a hassle. He had faced this particular changeling in actual combat before and though the changeling was much weaker compared to the one he had fought not long ago, he was smarter, more intuitive and more inventive when it came to using whatever he had at his disposal. Ur'alcyonis did not truly dislike this particular changeling simply for that reason alone. The slightly arrogant streak, the intelligence to back it up and the tenacity and determination to see things through from beginning till end, it all made for one heck of an interesting person with a very, very good future ahead. "The base forms...yes, but to get the exact same version...you'd need to get your hands on that Yairdrat treasure," The primeval chuckled, responding to Pagoma's question as he seemed to have managed himself rather fine, again showing that he had what it takes to stand up to Ur'alcyonis, even with the latter having reached new heights in terms of power with his current vessel. "Time's up though...give little Frost-boya my regards...he still owes me for a certain little job..."With that being said, the silver haired man nodded at the changeling, raising his hand before fading from existence within the astral plane...
WC 233 TWC 1,277
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