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Post by Kakarot on Sept 12, 2022 20:19:41 GMT -5
location: Astral Realm, "Planet beach"
Kakarot sat cross-legged in the sand on a planet that consisted solely of ocean and sand, concentrating on the translucent rock he'd found shortly after his arrival. He'd been meditating in front of the strange rock for... Well, it was hard to say how long he'd been meditating for, because the sun appeared to be permanently fixed at its zenith. The clouds moved, the waves crashed in on themselves out at sea, and sand, pervasive and coarse as it was, stirred with every minute gust of wind. But the sun? The sun's position in the sky was painfully, dreadfully immutable. Had it been hours since he'd arrived here? Minutes? The only standard that could be applied to time in this place was meals. Kakarot had, without consciously trying, conjured two Bento Boxes since arriving, and eaten both. It had been two Bento Boxes since he arrived on Planet Beach. Over the course of those two Bento Boxes, the clouds had thinned and exposed him to the sun's heat. The sun's interminable, grueling heat transformed the novel of Planet Beach into a special brand of torture. Yet no matter how hard Kakarot concentrated on this gem he'd found, this gem that contained imagery of his ongoing conflict on Valhalla, nothing happened. He could not escape the sun by returning to the PUP Program.
He was beginning to plot some means of socking the sun square in its infernal face when, in the same instant that his stomach growled at him, a third Bento Box appeared in his lap.
It had been three Bento Boxes since Kakarot arrived on Planet Beach.
Kakarot's eyes snapped open. "Aw, forget this," he grumbled, "I'm going for a swim!"
The Saiyan tossed the crystal down in the sand, stood up, and reached towards the sky to stretch out his arms, shoulders, and back. He'd accidentally willed his armor away well before his first Bento Box, and instead wore a pair of knee length blue swim trunks, so... At least he wouldn't find himself chafing after his swim.
Satisfied with his brief stretch routine, Kakarot bounded into the water, finally finding relief from that wretched, immobile Sun.
WC: 355 Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 13, 2022 6:34:58 GMT -5
Looking down on the planet of Grace, standing near the windows of the bridge of his massive Behemoth-class Carrier; the Nemesis, The masked man wondered just how long he had been dealing with the situation down below on the surface. He had had some dealings in regards to the special ore they seemed to mine on the planet, had to make sure he could get the information on the titan dwelling within the planet's core and had to safeguard his own subordinates now that they still had some use to him. All in all, it had been quite the busy time for someone who in truth did not like to dwell too long in one place, fearful of the repercussions his presence might wrought upon the unsuspecting worlds, his own business in general and more importantly his continuous search for the body which had been unrightfully stolen from his possession so many eons ago. Feeling the cold metal of the silver chain he allowed to twirl and snake between his fingers, Ur'alcyonis in his guise of the Dealmaker at least felt some sort of distraction, a welcome feeling of coolness radiating through his gloves. The red gem attached to the silver chain started to pulsate at a slow and steady pace, indicating that as the Primeval's mind was drifting, it was reacting to the desire of the masked man to find a change of scenery and perhaps a change of pace as well. In but an instant, with no foreshadowing or warning, The winds started to pick up within the astral realm, sand starting to rise from the ground as the masked man appeared out of nowhere on the sunny, sandy beach. Without as much as a word being spoken, the man looked down at the sand and the empty bento boxes, before turning his gaze up towards the burning sun, eventually allowing the golden eyes behind his mask to settle upon the man he could see within the cool blue water. "So...another monkey...how predictable."Allowing his senses to expand and grant him a more accrate idea of what he was dealing with, the masked man let out a soft chuckle when it looked like this particular person was naught but an upstart in the grand scheme of things within the boundaries of Creation. Utilizing the information gained by this little sensory scanning, Ur'alcyonis allowed his energy to settle on a more equal footing with the one swimming in the waters, finding no need to show his true strength just yet. "Let's see how long it takes for this one to notice something..."
WC 438 TWC 438
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 13, 2022 17:25:14 GMT -5
location: Astral realm, "planet beach" time: four bento boxes
Kakarot stood on the ocean floor with his arms crossed and toes digging into the sand, staring open eyed at a school of fish that swirled round and round overhead, captivated by the rainbow of light refracted from their scales. Miraculously, the Saiyan found that he was able to breathe the water on this world. The physics, and subsequent impossibility of this marvel, did not cross the Saiyan's mind. In fact, it was not until a fourth bento box wedged itself between Kakarot's arms and chest that his dreaming mind realized something was dreadfully amiss.
Salt water and lunch were not supposed to mix.
With a sudden sense of urgency, Kakarot rocketed towards the surface. He burst into the air, the ocean's surface tension causing a small layer of water to swirl and cascade down around him as he ascended into the sky. Before too long, encouraged by the unyielding heat of the sun, Kakarot's aura curved into an arc, choreographing his return to the beach.
A few moments later, Kakarot tapped down carefully; he'd intended to crash, but noticed his guest in time to slow his descent. Unfortunately, despite noticing the masked man, Kakarot had not noticed the increased wind speed, and so received a face-full of sand the moment his feet touched the ground.
"Pffaw!" Kakarot spat sand from his mouth and wiped at his eyes, clearing as much of the stuff as he could. "'Course this stuff got everywhere," he grumbled. "I'm gettin' real sick of sand! Stuff's too rough..."
After a half minute or so of grumbling (during which he tossed the water-logged bento box onto the ever-growing pile), Kakarot found his composure and offered a polite bow to the masked man.
"Yo! Welcome to Planet Beach! My name is Kakarot, but you can call me Goku, if you want!"
WC: 304/659
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 14, 2022 7:04:54 GMT -5
This saiyan...was quite something, having gone under the water for some time, reappearing as if some crab had bit him in the arse and upon arriving at the beach itself, it seemed in all honesty that the man was more of a buffoon than even the saiyan Middy, whom made the primeval plant his hand upon his face and mask many times before. However, as this was but a first meeting, this...buffoonery could also be an act. After all, Ur'alcyonis had the pleasure of having known the great martial artist Gosai, who outwardly appeared like nothing more than a simpleton, but when it came to combat...the man was a furious dragon, a dangerous opponent to all who fell for the goofy and somewhat idiotic antics the human had used to conceal their flawless martial spirit. "Kakarot...hmm, sounds like a monkey's name...but I wonder..." The masked man let out a soft chuckle as he looked down upon the saiyan, slowly raising his hand as a small mass of bright white energy started to gather within its palm. "Allow me to show you something nice..."As he raised his hand even more, the man with the golden eyes fired off a white orb of energy straight into the air, where it would start to mix with the atmosphere, rapidly creating a large object rather akin to a moon. If there was perhaps anything that could distinguish humans and saiyans, it would be their reaction when seeing the moon. Where one would be in awe and speak about the mystery and beauty of the moon, the other...well, the other would simply turn into their true form...a monkey. "Let's see just what kind of monkey you are, shall we?" Letting out a rather eerie sounding chuckle, the masked man jumped backwards rather elegantly, landing with the grace expected from someone older than time itself upon the soft sand, holding out both his hands just to swat aside any whipped up sand that could and would come his way.
WC 343 TWC 781
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 14, 2022 8:43:07 GMT -5
dreams mold the waking, as the waking molds our dreams
Kakarot found himself instantaneously transfixed by the masked man's sphere; his body became rigid, and his head craned up to remain locked on the artificial moon. Like a distant tremor felt through miles of dirt and stone, the Saiyan could just barely feel the tell-tale thrumping of his heart, the exponential quickening of his blood's flow through his veins. Like pain on a phantom limb, he felt his very bones creaking, cracking, shifting around inside him. Yet, here, in the Astral Realm, the Saiyan's frame just stood in place, transfixed. His tail whipped at the sand below as would an indecisive cat's; his fists clenched, his muscles tensed, but the only visual change to the Saiyan's form took place in his eyes. His pupils and irises had faded, and his whites had been replaced by a pale red glow. Slowly, as that distant phantom sensation moved to completion, the pounding of Kakarot's heart was not heard from his chest, but instead echoed down from the sky, becoming a constant percussion in this pocket of the Astral Realm.
Over the heart beat, a howling roar could be heard faintly, as though from miles away.
In the waking, the Oozaru rose from the crater Kakarot's body lay in. It reared back its arm and slashed at Renga, smacking the opposing Saiyan to the cobblestone with ease.
In the Astral Realm, Kakarot's body was as a puppet to the Oozaru; he raced towards the Masked Man and threw a right handed haymaker towards the figure's clavicle. In the waking, the Oozaru roared again, loosing a beam of explosive energy from its maw. Likewise, Kakarot's haymaker was followed in short order by an identical, yet smaller, mouth beam.
WC: 284/943
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 14, 2022 15:41:11 GMT -5
Even as the saiyan was finally undergoing the results of the artificial moon's influence, the primeval simply let out a chuckle, showing that rather than impressed or affraid, the man was mainly amused at the sight of this...Kakarot refusing to turn into the form of an oozaru despite the fact that all conditions had been met. However, what did catch the masked man's attention was the change of demeanor, as the saiyan's countenance became more barbaric, more primal. There was no doubt that in one way or another the result was similar, if only not according to plan. It was because of this unexpected surprise that the masked man was caught off guard when he could feel the saiyan's fist slam down with full force upon his left clavicle, sending a stinging sensation throughout the entire left side of his battle, nerves sending signals like crazy while his left knee nearly buckled. Ur'alcyonis felt himself stagger slightly and when he finally managed to turn his attention back towards Kakarot, he was looking straight into the saiyan's wide open maw...a beam of energy erupting out of it and exploding right in the primeval's face... Alas...as the saiyan would soon understand, the masked man was not some ordinary person... ...Not an ordinary person at all. With a small trickle of his own black blood running down the slit which represented a smiling mouth, an insane amount of black energy poured out of the primeval, warping the very nature of the astral realm itself, completely overriding the saiyan's own creation and replacing the sunny beach with a night's sky embellished with the artificial moon vibrant in the sky. "Hahah, I understand now...that's quite the fun trick you got going...little monkey."Raising a hand towards the saiyan, while tilting his head to the left, the vertebreas in his neck popping, the masked man motioned Kakarot to continue. "Allright, show me some more, will you?"
WC 327 TWC 1108
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 15, 2022 15:19:36 GMT -5
The Oozaru, occupying Kakarot's astral body, braced itself against the surge of dark energy pouring out of Ur'alcyonis. His bare feet, now clawed and beginning to take the shape of the Great Ape, dug into the sand. The Saiyan dropped to all fours, digging his fingers in as well to anchor himself in place. His hair whipped against the wind, his skin battered by a swirling vortex of sand and salt. As the sky darkened and the false moon became accentuated, the Oozaru's psyche imposed itself further upon the Astral Realm, coercing Kakarot's body to advance deeper into its transformed state.
When at last the Masked Man's energy surge subsided, Kakarot stood on his hind legs again, now with a hunch to his shoulders. His total mass had increased, and his mouth had distended into a wolf-like maw. In the Waking, the Oozaru thrashed and raged, attacking the city around it with wild abandon. In the Astral Realm, its dominance over Kakarot's receding personality solidified; Kakarot stepped towards Ur'alcynois, and as he drew nearer, his form flickered like television static, increasing in mass each time it reappeared. Still caught between forms, the Oozaru urged Kakarot's astral body to strike in response to the Mask Man's prompting. The Saiyan, steadily advancing towards his true Great Ape form, raged towards the Masked Man, his movement something between a bounding animal and flight.
He clasped his hands overhead, arced his back in order to shift his weight, and, aiming for the crown of the Masked Man's head, slammed his conjoined fists downward, contracting his core muscles to add brute strength to the momentum-driven attack.
WC: 271/1,214
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 15, 2022 17:40:33 GMT -5
Finally, it seemed that the saiyan was slowly losing control to the barbaric, primal urges that came naturally to them when they were subject to a full moon, excatly like the masked an had desired. For him, this was not a battle, nor would he even deign to call it anything more than a simple game. He didn't hate this saiyan or dismiss him as not worth his time, but it was always a very useful act to leave a lasting impression on those who had yet to understand the vastness of the universe, nay the multiverse and had yet to understand their place within it. After all, such an impression of strength and overwhelming power might turn this saiyan into a useful pawn in Ur'alcyonis' own future plans. "Finally taking this serious, are we?" The masked man chuckled with profound glee as the shapeshifting saiyan got closer to him in response to his own provocation. However, he was not going to take this all too serious just yet. Just showing the difference between them would be enough...perhaps simply teaching this ouzaru the meaning of fear would be enough. "Show me what you're capable of, little monkey."Not moving a single inch with the massive ape pouncing on him with great ferocity, the in comparison small and slender masked man took the incoming double hammer blow with great aplomb, with his hat completely crushed and flattened and his feet slightly sunk into the sand of the beach, Ur'alcyonis slowly reached up with his right arm in order to gently touch and then attempt to roughly force the ape's fists upwards to both surprise and unbalance the ouzaru. "Got that out of your system? Right...I guess it's my turn now..."Those words had not been allowed to grow cold in the air when the masked man vanished from his position in the sand, reappearing right in front of the Kakarot Ape's animalistic snout, snapping a foot forward in an upward kick aimed towards that aforementioned snout, all the while slowly reaching for his hat and slamming his hand into the hole of it to straighten the piece of attire out again before putting it back on his head. "...now, you have three options...run like the beast you are, kneel before me like I expect from any little monkey...or we can continue this little tussle if you so wish?"
WC 403 TWC 1,511
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