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Post by Kakarot on Sept 21, 2022 7:04:10 GMT -5
Ul'Alcyonis's kick landed square on Kakarot's snout, yielding the succinct snap of cartilage. The Oozaru tumbled head over heels through the sand, coming to a stop face down in the ocean's wake.
The Oozaru, now occupying its true form, clamored to its feet. It towered over Ul'Alcyonis, its crimson glowing eyes locked on the moon, blood trickling from its nostrils. It reared back its head and howled, and began stomping the ground below in an attempt to crush the nightmarish creature that assailed it; there was not conscious thought put into the decision; the Oozaru, now fully unbridled thanks to the total dissolution of Kakarot's consciousness, was merely an incensed beast of war reacting to stimuli. As it stamped and hissed and growled, it worked itself up to one massive attack; it knew it was out matched. The Oozaru knew it would be squashed dead if it didn't assert its dominion; this was its territory to ravage and inhabit. Just as it had done on Great Oozaru, and decades prior on Mount Paozu, the Oozaru dredged as much Ki as its body could handle- and it felt some strange satisfaction as it realized it could handle more than thrice the amount it had on Great Oozaru- and unleashed a raging beam of energy down and across the beach.
Its howl echoed alongside the Eraser Cannon; the beast would deal what damage it could while it could, in an alien attempt to chase off its attacker. Failing that... Failing that, the Oozaru was not quite capable of exploring other possibilities. It would react to stimuli- the Oozaru knew that much of itself, at least- and it would scrape to survive. To fight. To kill.
For even in their beastial state, the Saiyans were still Saiyans; Kakarot was no exception.
WC: 298/298
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 21, 2022 10:50:04 GMT -5
It felt rather satisfactory to stomp an oozaru in the face with his boot, especially after the whole debacle he had to endure on planet Vegeta not that long ago. Yet, as the massive beast was flailing like a toddler having a tantrum, the masked man reached for his mask, pressing his hand against his face and letting out a grunt. There was a sudden stinging sensation in his head, distracting him from what the great ape was doing and forcing him to address the issue at hand, shaking his head to ward off the sensation which had distracted him. "Hmm?" As soon as he had turned his attention back to the oozaru, it looked like the beast had managed to regain its bearings and in its completely barbaric and primal mind, the words and demands uttered by the masked man had completely lost any meaning or value. It was now quite certain that there were only two more options left to deal with this beast: either Ur'alcyonis showed the beast the definitive difference between them or he'd just have to knock it out one way or another. Alas, it seemed that for now the primeval had to play it safe, for as soon as he had narily lowered his attention on the great ape again, in all its wild fury, it suddenly unleashed a massive beam of energy straight towards the masked man with the full intent of iradicating that which it without question perceived as a threat. Though by simply vanishing from his spot and reappearing somewhere else within the dark, moonlit sky, the masked man managed to avoid getting swallowed whole by that large output of energy, but as he looked up, it seemed his hat had been singed regardless of his escape. Shrugging his shoulders, the masked man dropped the hat and looked at the raging ouzaru with clear disdain. Raising an arm, the masked man quietly consecutively launched two, thin black beams from his outstretched index finger, squarely aimed towards each of the beast's knees and traversing through the air at insane speeds. It wouldn't be enough to kill, but if those were to hit, they'd at least sting like hell or better yet, perhaps even unbalance or cripple the beast...if Ur'alcyonis was lucky enough.
WC 383 TWC 383
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 22, 2022 18:54:28 GMT -5
With a pained yowl, the Oozaru jerked and shifted its weight to its right foot, lifting its left from the sand to ease a sudden and intense pain that shot through its knee. Though its right calf ached, the attack destined for it had narrowly missed bone, slicing clean through the meat. The left, however...
The Oozaru tried to place its foot back in the sand, only to collapse instantly, half of its leg twisting horrifically. It fell such that its hands and right leg bore all of its weight, and realized now, in the way a wounded animal might, what had happened. What had happened was its shin had been snapped in half, and was hanging by a flap of skin.
And it had tried to place that very leg back in the sand again.
The Oozaru, somewhere between rage and fear, crawled like some demented quadrupedal beast towards Ul'Alcynois, its left leg dragged behind it, leaving a trench that pooled with blood in its wake. The beast yearned to kill, to maim; if it died here, it would, it would, it would take its killer to the void with it.
As it crawled, and dribbled, and bled, and raged, its desires modified the Astral Realm once again; the surface grew slick and brightened, taking the same consistency and tones of the Oozaru's blood.
WC: 222/530
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 22, 2022 22:45:08 GMT -5
"Not enough, hmm..." The masked man almost sounded annoyed and quite frustrated when he looked down upon the great ape stumbling about before finally once more making his way towards him. No matter how much damage had been dealt to the poor saiyan in that state, it just showed that when a beast was determined to do something, their tenacity knew no bounds. It was quite the loss for the primeval to see just how stubborn a great ape could be, as even in such a wounded state it did not show any refusal to go after that which it had deemed to be its prey. "You are...interesting, let's admit to that...perhaps you are dumber than the average saiyan or just a whole lot more stubborn."Letting out a sigh, the masked man reached for his mask and removed it, allowing it to dissipate into nothingness as he revealed his face. He had pale skin, golden eyes and silver hair, yet underneath his left eye, his skin had seemingly cracked and his lips looked like almost all the blood had ran out of them. He looked down upon the great ape with a mixture of disdain and annoyance, yet his eyes still betrayed that spark of amusement and interest within them. He could've fired off a few more blasts to render the beast completely unconscious, perhaps sliced it up witha few well-aimed daichiretsuhans. He could've blasted the great ape to oblivion with some of the techniques in his arsenal or even just toyed with the saiyan for a while longer, but perhaps it was more prudent to just allow the saiyan's own mind to return before he'd make any other move just yet. If Ur'alcyonis couldn't fully put an impression on the beast, no doubt it would be much easier to have it revert to its normal state of mind and soundness of thoughts to fully process the difference between what this...Kakarot was and what He was. Raising a hand, the man swiped his hand twice through the air, firing off two thin, black projectiles towards the artificial moon he had created, cutting it apart and allowing its energy to dissipate, all the while allowing the entire realm in which they had stood against one another to revert back to that beach the saiyan seemed to enjoy earlier. "Now...are you cognissant again, little monkey?"
WC 400 TWC 783
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 23, 2022 20:32:33 GMT -5
The Oozaru's arm lay outstretched and limp in front of it, its body corpse-like for a few long moments before it began to shrink and retract into a less menacing shape. Soon enough, the ape was replaced by Kakarot, who looked far paler than he had before meeting the Masked Man. His left leg lay mangled and shattered behind him, his right equally bloodied yet mercifully whole. He struggled to open his eyes, wincing as even that minuscule movement demanded strength that had long since leaked from his body. His body shook, teetering on the edge of shock, yet some will beyond his own- perhaps Ur'alcyonis's- kept him from slipping over the edge into simulated death. Bound yet still to the Astral Plane, Kakarot's eyes flickered open, even as he twitched and shook in the sand.
"C-c-cognissant?" Sand, saliva, and blood dribbled from his lips. "Y-yep-p, sure... Not by-" The Saiyan hacked violently, his eyes clenched shut and outstretched fist clenched tight, banging ineffectively on the sand as he fought for air. "Gah! Not by choice. I'm supposed to be dead or asleep right now." And in that sentence, one with a keen ear and sharp mind may have realized that this Kakarot was not the waking consciousness of the Saiyan, nor was it the Oozaru. Kakarot himself remained unconscious; in the Waking, the Oozaru had raged, and its will had consumed him in the Astral as well. With the destruction of the false moon, the Oozaru now faded, too. Yet the waking Kakarot still occupied some strange space between his dueling psyches and, to complicate the matter, his Astral Body still occupied the Astral Realm.
On Valhalla, Kakarot stood as a statue, effectively catatonic, over the mangled body of Renga in the wreckage of a cityscape. And thus this segment of brain and spirit that addressed the masked man was that part of Kakarot which existed solely in dreams; his sleeping and unified mind.
"Y'know, you're crossin' a whole lotta wires in this noggin'. Awake me's gotta sleep off that Monkey business, and Monkey me's throwin' a tantrum about my leg, and y'know what? Both of 'em are supposed t' be keeping Body-Me alive right now! So-" Kakarot's dreaming mind remembered that it was bloodied and hacked again. Through clenched teeth, it continued, "-why don't'chya tell me what the big idea is, so I can pass it along to Awake Me and Monkey Me when they're back in the office."
WC: 408/938
Color Palette: Goku
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 25, 2022 4:53:52 GMT -5
Slowly dropping down to the ground, the masked man moved over to the great ape which started to revert back to the status of an ordinary saiyan...well an ordinary Battered, bruised and possible broken saiyan once again. It really did look like the poor guy was quite overwhelmed by the damage inavertedly caused not by the primeval, but by the great ape's insistence on keeping up their tenacious, yet foolish resistance. It didn't matter to Ur'alcyonis though, he had met a new face in the astral realm and now he had managed to more or less gain a rough estimate of the wounded saiyan's current strength and more importantly the future potential the man seemed to hold...which was to say the least: impressive. "You're one tenacious little bastard aren't you?" The masked man let out a rather gentle laugh, bending through his knees in front of Goku. "You're about the same to me as an ant would be to you...but I can tell you, that's one ant with grit in this case. It's always good to remember a face when they pique your interest...my interest."With the saiyan explaining how he seemed to be having some trouble mentally in terms of control, Ur'alcyonis simply reached closer, holding a hand in front of the saiyan's face. "This will make you feel like dying...because you will in a sense...die, but it will fix that issue of yours...so I'd advise you to grit your teeth for a second, little monkey."A massive blast of black energy would escape from the masked man's hand, rocking the firmament of the astral realm and hopefully ending the saiyan's sorry state within it, cutting off the troublesome connection...
WC 290 TWC 1,073
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Post by Kakarot on Sept 25, 2022 7:50:34 GMT -5
Kakarot stared headlong into the Masked Man's palm, expecting a flashy show of power as was so often the modus operandi of the low-powered, drug-crazed warriors he'd encountered in his travels. Instead, the Masked Man's attack came instantaneously, a surging wave of crackling black Ki that subsumed Kakarot and, in the Waking, would have melted the very flesh from his bones. Instead, as the light and steam from Ur's attack faded, a life-like model of the Saiyan remained, sculpted from sand. In all of the places the dark Ki wave landed, the sand had transformed into glass, and was blown back to create a deformed and misshaped image that only vaguely resembled Kakarot from the waist up.
In the next moment, Kakarot's dueling psyches tumbled back into his Waking body, each briefly wrestling for control. The Oozaru, impeded by the lack of blutz waves in the real world, quickly slipped down into the murky depths of Kakarot's psyche. There it would linger, suspended in a half-sleeping state until combat drew it near to the surface, or until a sufficient source of blutz waves dragged it up into the pilot's seat. Kakarot, meanwhile, regained control over most of the parts of his brain that he was accustomed to controlling; it is debatable how much of a brain a person controls.
Kakarot's fingers twitched and flexed. His eyelids fluttered, and his eyeballs moved this-way and that-a-way. He sucked in a deep breath of air, and then thrust his arms skyward and stood up on his toes, stretching himself.
"Aw man, what a crazy dream! First I was fighting that Renga guy, then I went to a beach and talked to that old Gray Long guy, then I-" Kakarot stopped, assessing his surroundings. Smoke filled the perimeter of the massive crater he stood inside of, colored from an external and explosive prismatic war. "Turned into a big ol' Moon Monster and... Oh, no..."
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