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Post by Pagoma on Sept 15, 2022 8:18:05 GMT -5
PART ONE & TWOPagoma was let down with the lack of excitement from his last visit to the Astral plane. Facing off against the Beast-man, which was an overly nice way to phrase it, was a complete waste of time. After arriving, Pagoma’s “challenger” refused to fight him, claiming the Astral Plane gave him tummy aches when he fought there. Pagoma decided to give it one more go and hoped that the Gem would sense his request of seeking an opponent more worthy of his time. Drifting off once more, from the interior of his Town home on Planet Frieza, Pagoma saw the world around him get wiped clean until it was a blank canvas. Then, slowly but surely, a new scene formed in all directions. Pagoma had no idea exactly how the Astral Plane worked. It was a Fortune Teller on Earth who had blessed him with the stone and he hadn’t thought to ask her. But it sure was creative in engineering the scenes it brought the Changeling to. Looking around, he seemed to be placed on an Alien world where a group of workers were working to manufacture something. Several small workers lugged around materials while one large creature hovered over a pit of fire, looking to be quite busy with his work. None of them seemed to even notice that Pagoma had arrived. Or was one of them his challenger? ”No…” Pagoma said out loud confirming to himself that these background workers were not his target. He felt the power level of someone forming nearby and knew that this in fact would be his challenger. WC: 269
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Bishop
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Post by Bishop on Sept 15, 2022 10:51:20 GMT -5
Darkness carried him through the sea of cosmic energy. Nothing to be felt, nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen. Just endless wandering and perilous wondering. His mind attempted to latch onto whatever he could, someone- anyone, still though, how long had it been? Then it happened, like a tiny bead of light shinning at the end of a pitch black tunnel, he saw something- he felt something, someone. Knives Millions had never felt what he had felt at that singular moment thus he deduced a lack of relation with the person. So, in a way this could possibly have been a blessing, someone that he could have stumbled across that needed something from him, be it conversation, an offer for his skills, or perhaps a test of his steel. The thought alone excited the android, he had felt his time lately had been spent doing little more than sitting idly by, so this was perfect. Something would come from this encounter and no matter the outcome- he was pleased already. The light finally blinded him and the world around him came to fruition as his vision slowly came back. Sounds of clinging hammers against heated steel echoed throughout the scenery. Men grunted from the weight of the items they carried as they scurried across their factory floor with materials for their craft. It was strange though, in all of his time traveling the astral realm he had never seen others before. Was this because of the person that he felt, was this an anomaly, or had he simply been unlucky up until this point? Given his nickname it was most likely the latter. He appeared in his armored form, already an telling sign for what to come. A dark green bandana covering his head to the point of nearly being black. Shadows cast themselves over his eyes, the left of which being scarred down the center of it spanning from mid forehead to mid cheek. Light garb could have been easily misconstrued to be clothes, but they were indeed armor. Traditional in nature for a Earthling like design, a simple kimono that was matted black with a design of pinstripe like markings of white down the length of his outfit. Finishing the outfit was a single obsidian blade, leather wrapped handle covered by his hand that was loosely holding it. "Hey!" Bishop called out to the world, standing firmly where he was summoned. "You here to talk or what?" He wasn't sure who he was addressing but in the not to distant direction before him he could feel the power of something drawing near. Leaning his head to the right began to stretch the artificial muscles as the metallic click of some man-made vertebrae clicked back into place. "I hope its the 'or what,' I could use the exercise."471 / 471
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 15, 2022 14:46:49 GMT -5
Pagoma could just make out who he assumed to be his target. Pagoma could sense the familiar faint energy signature that was present among Androids, making it quite difficult to know what his true power was. This was the only being present that seemed to pay any attention to Pagoma, which helped the Changeling warrior to confirm his partner in this Astral Plane's generated battlefield. From a distance, Pagoma could see he was dressed to fight and had a green piece of cloth covering much of his face. The Changeling imagined this made it difficult to see.
Pagoma was met halfway as the two of them closed the gap, both putting two and two together. After Pagoma's last encounter, he couldn't be sure that this target was in fact interested in fighting; so he was happy to hear what was said when the Android spoke first.
"You here to talk, or what?" the Android asked, commenting that he could use the exercise. Pagoma didn't know a lot about the biology of an Android and how much of them was organic enough to require being active, but the Changeling assumed this way more of an expression than anything.
"Well, I'm not here to dance with you," Pagoma smirked, "if that's what you mean."
Pagoma was itching for some action and quickly charged towards the green-clothed Android, quickly cocking back his elbow and sending a dexterous fist right towards his stomach. While he was within close proximity, the Changeling released a small blast of energy from basically point blank range, right where his punch was just headed. It was by far his strongest energy attack, but also not his weakest. Using his opponent's stomach area, the same place he had just attacked twice, Pagoma launched a powerful kick towards his opponent, aiming to use it as a leverage point to backflip into the air and hover, giving himself the high ground for his next attack. Pagoma had liked to try different strategies while he was present in the Astral Plane. Using three attacks all aimed for the stomach, one after the other, Pagoma figured would leave his opponent not feeling too great right off the bat.
WC: 383 TWC: 652
A1) SA Punch to stomach A2) Mastered Suiken (DR 2, Cannot be Dodged) A3) SA Kick to stomach + Bukujutsu
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Bishop
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Post by Bishop on Sept 16, 2022 13:09:36 GMT -5
Upon the changelings retort the Wandering Swordsman face grew wide with an amused grin. His eyes flashed with a torrent of light as his internal processors began to quickly process and analyze Pagoma's movements. From his stance, his cocked back elbow, and his shifting weight it soon became clear what offensive action this creature was taking. While to the changeling it may have seemed like Bishop was standing still, his mind was racing and predicting hundreds of possible outcomes- and then, as if awoken moments before impact, his weight shifted ever so slightly to his heels.
It was a smooth transition, almost unbelievably so, yet as he forced his weight backwards his entire torso drifted within inches of the Changelings fist, staying just out of reach from him. His eyes still proceeded to flash with the vibrant green hue as he observed the Changelings hand spread open. This time was different though, there was no processing, no analyzing, it was all purely reactive and almost biological in terms of natural instinct. His right hand gripped the hilt tightly, his arm arched in the shape of a crescent moon and his left hand soon joined in order to guide the upwards slash. Was this offensive? No, in fact it was quite the opposite, just as his blade began to move into the path of Pagoma's hand a bright beam of energy suddenly shot out. What attack would have impacted the gut of the droid soon found itself skittering off into the distant forges, colliding against some of the tempered steel as a low rumble vibrated through the air.
Finally came the crescendo of the Changelings onslaught, a knee buckling kick to the stomach paired with the rocket like propulsion of his ki. Bishop steeled himself for this, allowing his body to move like water as he rolled his right shoulder back, carrying his entire body in a counter clockwise direction so that the kick would miss. Then, as his opponent's leg was still extended, he lifted his obsidian blade high above his head. With one surgically precise slash he attempted to sever the leg of the changeling, hoping to cripple the man for the fight to come.
"That's a shame! I wouldn't mind a dance." He said tilting his head back slightly- almost devilishly. Wasting no time to go onto the offensive Bishop proceeded to deliver two more strikes. The first was simple enough, using the hilt like a battering ram he attempted to drive the pummel into the Changeling's gut, much like Pagoma had attempted to do to him, because Bishop loved irony. Finally he decided to test the reactions of the man, not quite willing to fully commit to using his ki yet. So, adjusting ever so slightly he spun in a semi circle making another crescent like slash, this time the attack carving through the air in a horizontal direction instead of diagonal. It wasn't much but he was hoping to test Pagoma a little, more than that he just wanted to practice his swordsmanship and this was the perfect opportunity.
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 18, 2022 22:56:27 GMT -5
Pagoma's first melee attack was dodged, while his quick energy blast was reflected by his opponent's blade. Pagoma's kick meanwhile, was dodged while his opponent slashed his blade at the back of the Changeling's leg. Purple blood sprayed the ground as the Android's sword finished its stride. Pagoma stumbled for a moment when he landed, feeling the burn from the cut. He was impressed with the Android's speed, knowing that you really couldn't judge a book by its cover (this was especially true with Androids). Pagoma, however, was pretty fast himself. As the Android's blade came rushing towards him, Pagoma used his tail to try and smack his opponent and ruin his attack while inflicting some pain of his own. Whether this was effective or not though, the Changeling saw another weapon-based attack was coming right after it. Holding out his palm straight toward his opponent, Pagoma released a thick plume of ice that was targeted towards encasing his opponent in Ice, not only stopping his attack but aiming to keep him still long enough to prepare an attack of his own.
"I see you like slicing things," Pagoma smirked. "I can slice things too."
Hoping his opponent was still stuck as he did so, Pagoma formed a thin film of Ki around three of his fingers, before slashing his arm from his left shoulder down to his right hip, aimed towards his opponent. A deadly, slashing energy wave was released straight for the Android as Pagoma watched patiently and eagerly for what happened next. Compared to his last few battles, he liked what he saw out of this Android.
WC: 288 TWC: 940
Free) Take A1 A1) Counter vs A2 A2) Ice Blast vs A3 (-1 Action) A3) Daichiretsuzan (DR 5.5, CE: Slice)
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Bishop
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Post by Bishop on Sept 20, 2022 13:11:44 GMT -5
The obsidian blade carved through the back of the Changeling's leg like a turkey on Thanksgiving day. Purple blood oozing from the fresh wound trickling down his blade gave an ever lingering hue to his black blade. Feeling like it was his moment to strike Bishop lashed out like a venomous snake, springing forward with his already planned strikes.
Within that brief moment Pagoma sprung back to life, swiping out with his tail as the android attempted to make another swipe for his life. Admittedly the swordsman was impressed, it had been some time since he engaged in a brawl with a warrior who had an inkling of skill. So, as the tail came swinging around and collided with his titanium reinforced bones, he couldn't help but to grin. Obviously that smile was sort lived as the false feeling of pain began to wash over his body.
"Fuck!" He muttered just as Pagoma challenged his next sword slash with a ki blast of his own. This time things were different, he couldn't expel the attack like previously before, on top of that, there was hardly any time to react. "Damn it all!" He screamed, striking the point of his blade forward so that he could shatter the ice spear. Ki engulfed his black blade and soon dark flames spit themselves out against his aura. Mixing like oil and water the flames soon found themselves acting like a shield against his aura, instead of absorbing itself into his power supply. While it was the outcome he wanted, it would suffice.
What followed could only be described as an attack as sharp as the boy's words. It was hard to tell if it was an attack made of ki, if he held some kind of invisible blade, or something else entirely. Whatever the case was, Bishop wasn't about to stand there and find out. With his hands flipping the hilt of the sword, edge of the blade now facing him instead of his enemy, he stepped up to bat- batting at odds of one to a thousand.
"Right back att'cha!" He said, leaning into his swing as he used his sword like a bat to reflect his enemies attack. Although it wasn't ideal to halt his attack, he knew that he needed to muster some more defenses immediately. Spinning the hilt around the blade began to elongate until it was less like a sword and more like a spear, the blade remaining the same length even though the hilt had lengthened. "Let's see what else you got," said the spearman.
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Post by Pagoma on Sept 21, 2022 19:34:00 GMT -5
Pagoma’s blast of ice was absorbed in a fiery shield, using a tactic he also learned will studying on Kanassa with Puar. Meanwhile, his Death Wave was reflected right back at him.
”Two can play that game,” muttered the Changeling to himself; as he snapped his fingers. A barrier-like shield formed around him made of flames. Pagoma’s own attack was absorbed in the flames as he charged towards the Android warrior, horns first. Lowering his head to expose his deadly, sharp Changeling horns, Pagoma aimed to pierce through the Android’s defenses with the aid of his fiery distraction. During this time, Pagoma noticed his opponent was no longer holding a Sword but more of a Spear-like weapon.
“Maybe this would be a good time to try it out,” Pagoma quickly thought to himself. Not wanting to hesitate longer than necessary, he grabbed the special axe that was given to him by Lord Frost for his accomplishments. It was a double-blades axe with a spiky tip that was designed specifically for a Changeling’s tail. It would even grow or shrink as a Changeling changed between forms. This opponent seemed to have an interest in weapons, so Pagoma decided to see if he could learn anything. Perhaps this warrior would even respect Pagoma enough to teach him a thing or two.
Pagoma whipped his tail around to where he could reach it and placed the Dragon Axe upon it. It fit snug, like a glove, and Pagoma noticed at once it seemed to effect his balance in a good way, like a counter-weight to his muscular Changeling body.
Pagoma looked at his target, smiling like the kid he was, excited to play with his new toy.
WC: 301 TWC: 1,241
A1) Transmute Energy vs A2 A2) Hammerhead (DR 1.5) A3) Install Energy Stealing Dragon Axe to Tail
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