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Post by Kale on Nov 5, 2023 3:17:38 GMT -5
In one of the vast tundras of Planet Frieza, A young Half-Saiyan was walking up a snow-covered mountain, each step leaving a slight impression as he made his way to the peak, stopping when he was a mere two steps from the edge. Joseph folded his arms as he stared into the distance. Hills, snow, and patches of grass that made up the majority of what little vegetation could miraculously exist in the planet’s intense cold made up most of the land that he could observe. However, his eyes were fixed on what stood out in the open grounds: the PTO base that lay ahead. The Base was bordered by gray-covered walls that formed an oval shape and was roughly the size of a football stadium. On the inside, there are sets of buildings spread along the edges of the base’s borders: housing units, detainment cells, supply storage units, and an armory. Joseph scanned the facility and surrounding area through his contacts, scoping for signs of enemies. He saw observation posts beyond its borders, none of which were occupied. That was a relief to the Half-Saiyan. He could do well without someone on one of the posts spotting him on his way there or, even worse, having a sniper take potshots while he was engaging his target. He continued observing the base, the one he was looking for wasn't in sight, though he could feel their general position. The scans ran by his contacts and his sense of ki indicated that the base was empty apart from the one notable presence occupying it. Good, no goons trying to interfere or anyone to worry about getting into the cross fire. The week prior, Joseph had encountered a busty blonde witch offered a tarot card reading for him. He didn't know much about Tarot card readings as a divinatory art, but he figured the blonde witch did something similar to what Mona did. The reading had stated that a merciless PTO warrior with red hair who served a villainous Emperor was on Planet Frieza and was holding someone named Yukai prisoner. Apparently, they were someone with Celestial and Changeling heritage that made them a figure of particular interest. From what he heard, this warrior was sadistic, ruthless, and had a predilection for tormenting their victims and causing mindless destruction, far from pleasant company and that description sounded an awful lot like a certain figure that who was responible for a precarious and lethal confrontation with a Super Saiyan on Earth. “Alright Blossom, get ready to join your sisters in prison,” Joseph said as he cracked his knuckles. “Don’t worry Yukai, I’m coming,” Joseph adjusted his stance, widening it and reaching his arms out in front of him, and then bounded off the mountain's edge and curled into a ball, speedily rolling down its side and quickly making his way down to the level of the base. A sonic boom thundered in the air, echoing through the lands as Demi-Earthling neared the base. Joseph bounced off the ground, uncurling from his ball form as he soared toward the walls of the base, an arm cocked back. Joseph swung his fist into the wall, his little fist effortlessly tearing through and shattering the metal as the punch made it through the wall toward the face of the perpetrator and making a shockwave that kicked up a cloud of snow. He followed this blow with a hook from his other hand and then an uppercut. Joseph watched as the mist of snow slowly subsided. Joseph stood with his stance narrow and hands raised. He noticed something: the energy he felt didn’t feel like a celestial, let alone a fairy’s, before it cleared. The child flinched at the dismal sight. “Recoome?” Joseph said questioningly. What was he doing here? He hadn’t heard anything about the Cosmic Lords in quite a while. There was conjecture that their disappearance was the doing of Xeno, who had apparently grown tired of them. Joseph had started to believe it. The pieces quickly came together. The ruthless warrior under an unscrupulous Emperor must have been Recoome. The child’s fist clenched as he looked at the PTO soldier, that ill-fated battle resurfacing to conscious memory and rapidly playing in his head. His clenched hand shook. Why him? Why couldn’t it be Broly who made the miraculous return after he had surpassed his strength and faced foes greater than the infamous Saiyan, or maybe Aria, who at least had a sporadic conscience. The boy considered running; that option was a comfort. Joseph stepped back and started to turn around. Recoome was considered by many to be slow, and his speed had become profound over time, but then it dawned on him. If he left, he’d be leaving someone in need behind. He couldn’t do that, could he? Joseph stopped and turned back to face Recoome. Joseph opened up a pouch on his sash and pulled out a capsule, pressing down on it before flinging it into the air, making a puff of smoke that revealed a drone that ascended higher up before projecting a field of blue energy that formed a dome surrounding the base. “Round 2,” Joseph said before rushing toward jumping into the air and throwing another punch at his face. The moment his feet touched the ground, Joseph circled the soldier, kicking up a cloud of snow that obscured both warriors to where they resembled shillouttes. Joseph stepped in shooting two rapid fire jabs at Recoome's stomach before launching right hand to pound the Recoome's gut with a right-cross, hoping to knock the air out the brute's lunges. After the combination, Joseph stepped back and held his hands in front of his body, positioning them like he was holding a ball as blue flames swirled in the space between, exuding warmth as the fire formed into the shape of a ball. He pushed his hands forward tossing the ball of flame like he was doing a an aggressive pass in a game of basketball. Upon contact with Recoome or anything else the fireball would explode, casting out a shockwave and flames that would span 20 feet in each direction. Joseph lowered down and began rolling in place, appearing as a ball once again, his blue aura manifesting and enveloping him to the effect of appearing as a spinning blue sphere, snow kicking up behind him as he revved before launching forward, rocking toward the Alien with the intent to ram into him and send him flying into the wall behind him. Joseph followed by bouncing into the air, uncurling while reaching behind his back and pulling out his staff. He held it tight in both hands and raised it overhead as he descended and swung it down like a mallet to hit Recoome over the head.
Free) Crush Stance A1)1SA, 2QA][Energy Stealing, Freezing][Undodgable/Unblockable] A2)Activate Status Field Generator A3)1SA[Energy Stealing, Freezing] A4)2QA, 1SA[Energy Stealing, Freezing] DS1) Fireball[DR 4][Critical: Burn][-0%ki] Free) Suppress to 50% Power Level DS2) Dragon Dive[PL: 1,798,078][DR 6][-2%ki][6] Free) Unsupress back to 75% Speed) Bludgeon[Grace Rune: Hard to Dodge][DR 3.5][Critical: Immobilize][Strength: 422,294] HH) First Post DMG: 0%Ki: 108% Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[Crit Range: 18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Attacks Taken: DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG: Prepped Items:1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Shard 8.Status Field Generator[Active] 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier Prepared Weapon Techniques Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[3/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[0/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[1/1] Equipment: Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Recoome on Nov 6, 2023 1:05:31 GMT -5
Base PL: 1,625,786An Unexpexted Visitor Frieza was cold.
Recoome had heard many descriptions over the years - royal Changelings waxing lyrical over their beautiful homeworld, back-water aliens experiencing their first time in the big city, slaves toiling away in the snow to serve a master who wouldn’t even know their name.
And, through it all, that was the only description that mattered.
Frieza was fucking cold.
Without realising why, Recoome had found himself in a base of the Planet Trade Organisation - a strange place for him to be, given that he had been missing in action ever since the war. But here he was, and he was alone.
Blissfully alone.
He let out a sigh of contentment as he leaned back in a chair, hand running through his crop of orange hair as he watched the machine in front of him pouring his drink. This wasn’t the reason he came, but it was sure the reason that he stayed - good beer was more difficult than you would expect to get hold of on Frieza, mostly because all of the noble class drank wine.
Posh bastards.
Just as the foam on his beer settled, the wall behind him crashed inwards - and a fist hit his jaw.
Recoome’s jaw had taken a lot of punches in his time, and was almost fond of them, but this one cracked into his chin like a freight train. He left his chair against his will, flying across the room and hitting the far wall with a crash.
He brought himself to his feet slowly, hand massaging his aching face. He could already feel that it was going to bruise in the morning - and he hated marks on his precious face. As the snow and dust settled he saw a small figure standing there, brazen as a Changeling at an orgy.
”Recoome?”
Hearing his own voice caused him to blink, and then he squinted his eyes at the little figure. It took a couple of seconds, but he could finally make out the face of the small child before him, the one who had delivered such a resounding punch to his jaw.
”Does… Recoome know you, child?” he asked, fingers trailing up and down his chin. ”Or perhaps Recoome’s fame extends beyond his conscious mind, and you have arrived for an autograph? Do not worry, little child, for Recoome is generous with his signature. Come, take a seat - perhaps we can find your parents after we are done.”
But the child did not approach, nor did he say anything for several long seconds. Just as Recoome was about to speak again, the boy threw something out of the hole - and a deep blue dome flickered into existence around them, seeming to sizzle with latent energy.
”Round 2.”
This time, Recoome saw the punch coming - although it still came quicker than he thought possible. At the last second he managed to pivot his body, the fist passing right in front of his eyes. ”Recoome has to wonder-” he started, but the next assault begun and he was forced onto the defensive.
Again his body seemed to move just in time, his mind pelted with possibilities of the future as three attacks came towards him, and each cut through the space he had been standing like a hot knife through a Changeling. ”-what happened to round one?”
But the second he took to jape was a second too much - a burst of blue flames erupted on his chest and he stumbled back, feeling a deep singe on his flesh even beneath his armour. Grimacing, he batted the flames away, but didn’t have time to do much else as the child burst at him in the shape of a ball. All out of luck, he crossed his arms over his chest and tensed, his bulging forearms forming magnificent shields that the boy crashed into.
The boy-ball bounced backwards, and when he formed he had a staff in his hands - and he wasn’t afraid to use it. It came at him overhead, but Recoome would have expected it even without the vision that flared into his mind - people with big sticks always liked to bonk him on the head. With a dip of the shoulder he avoided it, and the boy passed within inches of his face.
”Recoome’s turn,” he whispered, and his upwards in a massive uppercut aimed at the boy’s stomach. A second later he pivoted, and ki burst to life around his knuckles. A roar escaped his lips as he hurtled forwards, delivering a pair of huge hooks towards the boy’s small frame, the air seeming to sizzle and spit as his punches flew.
But as the second punch was hurtling towards his target, his other hand was already making its next move. A disk of pure, vibrant ki energy flickered into life and, a mere moment later, he whipped his wrist forwards and released it towards the child.
Both fists clenched, and veins began to bulge in his biceps. Here he had been, minding his own business, and this boy dared to attack him? He would make him pay, he would make him wish he had taken a wrong turn at the andromeda galaxy, he would make him beg for Recoome’s mercy before the end.
He took a single step forwards, and heard a beep behind him.
The beer machine was fully reloaded and ready to go.
A bark of laughter, and then a feral grin.
It was Recoome time.
With a movement born of years of acrobatic poses, he kicked a leg backwards until it was horizontal - just far enough to hit the beer dispenser. The force of the kick caused it to erupt, sending a spray of foamy, delicious beer over the now-horizontal Recoome and right at the child - who no doubt did not meet the minimum required age of eight-years-old to drink alcohol on Planet Frieza.
He straightened up slowly as the beer faded away, brushing some of the ash off of his deep black armour. ”Mommy can’t save you from Recoome now, little boy - and Recoome promises not to play nice.”
----------------- Important Notes: Damage Reduction: -25% Physical Damage: +15% Ki Used: 4% Total Used: 4% Remaining: 96% DMG: 0% 1. Sonic Gun 2. Energizer of the Gods 3. Stasis Grenade 4. Bento Box (Sensu Bean, Potion, Potion) 5. Vial of Poison 6. Dark Matter 7. Ki Well 8. Energy Siphon
Base (Equipment)
Power Level: 1,625,786 (75%) Ki: 812,893 (75%)
STR: 233,115 (293,063) SPD: 180,590 (190,120) TOU: 226,088 (295,958) STA: 151,535 VIT: 202,155 (214,013)
Determination: 2637 Charisma: 2627 Intelligence: 5832
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Post by Kale on Nov 7, 2023 0:44:24 GMT -5
Recoome didn't remember him? That was a surprise, though not much of one when given thought. The cosmic lords kept themselves busy running the Cosmic Empire and tending to their own devices such as the organizations they represented when they were busy paying visits of in enmity to the people of the galaxy. His death and the money he had stolen was just a drop in the bucket of a extensive resume of wreaking havoc though out the Galaxy. That didn't matter to Joseph however, Recoome saw a stranger, Joseph saw an obstacle. The PTO soldier moved with a swiftness belied by his large frame, managing to evade the combinations beyond the initial strikes, though he didn’t escape the fireball. The block against his spin attack was the defense that surprised him the most. The opposition tended to be shifty with how they dealt with it, most often straight up evading it with the exceptions of Mona redirecting his momentum to deflect it and that masochistic tank of a woman Mazikeen, who was one of the few who withstood stood it head on. Another deft evasion caused the downward swing to end in a miss, and Joseph dropped his weapon on the concrete below his feet. Recoome quietly announced his turn and began retaliation with an uppercut. Joseph saw the fist moving upward and swiped his arm to the side as instinct took over. The cuff of his hand met the side of Recoome’s wrist as he pushed to divert the rising punch from its path before quickly pulling with that same hand and stepping closer as his other hand launched upward to deliver an uppercut of his own at Recoome’s gut, followed by quick hooks at his ribs for good measure before doing a quick shuffle to back away. His opponent stormed toward him. Joseph could feel a concentration of energy as Recoome went in for a hook. Joseph quickly adjusted his stance, raising one arm toward the side of his head while the other was bent and drawn across his body, forming an L shaped guard. His arm tensed until the moment of impact, relieved the tension, and turned to deflect Recoome’s fist to the side of where he stood. As the second hook came, Joseph leaned and raised his shoulder, having it meet below Recoome’s wrist before pivoting to roll his shoulder to slide Recoome away, Joseph gritted his teeth as he pulled his head back slightly to avoid the diverted fist to the sight of knuckles brushing across his hair and saw his other hand making a motion. Joseph fired three rapid jabs at the Recoome's stomach before steeping back once more. The child felt Recoome’s energy rise before completing its motion and sending a wave of ki his way, there wasn't enough time to jump out the way. Joseph drew his arms across his body, one arm over the other, before manifesting a bubble of energy and a thin veil of ki below that one. As the ki attack collided with his forearms, Joseph winched as the energy disbursed and made him flinch back slightly. Joseph could smell the acrimony radiating from Recoome as his surfacing veins betrayed festering anger. He heard a beep, and what followed was guffaws from the soldier, who then snapped into an acrobatic post and sent a kick into the dispenser, quickly bringing it to ruin and causing its contents to gush over Recoome, as Joseph jumped back into a flip and cartwheeled away, to evade the splash of alcohol, the last thing he wanted to do when he got back was explain to his parents why he smelled like beer when he got home. Apart from that, Joseph was rather perplexed. “Dramatically taking it out on the beer machine? That seemed like a waste,” Joseph said before sprung forward. Waste or not that would be Recoome’s problem. Joseph swung a hook at Recoome's stomach and followed with an uppercut intent on launching the Alien into the air, before Joseph then leapt up and spun, swinging his foot to slam into the chest of Recoome and sending him tumbling across the base. Afterward Joseph pressed in closer to deny Recoome any breathing room while he was trying to knock the air out of his lunges. Joseph took a brisk and heavy step forward as he shot an open palm at Recoome’s torso. He then sped off in a burst of speed, rushing to where he dropped his staff before going on to circle to Recoome’s flank. Once he was 90 degrees from Recoome, Joseph quickly drew an arm to the side, energy sparking from under his palm before he swiped and released a half dozen bolts of ki at the PTO soldier. They were small and vaguely arrow shaped, whichever direction Recoome went they would home in, locked on his ki signature. Free) Fortune Teller Counter@A4[2QA, 1SA][Freezing/Energy Stealing] A1) Cloak of Guarding@CE[RPed as dat Flyod shit] A2) Fortune Teller Counter[Fundamental][2QA, 1SA][Freezing/Energy Stealing]@hh A3) CC Barrier+Aura Armor@S1[-90% damage]+[Aura Armor: -0.5DR]@s1 Free) Panacea@S2 A4)2QA, 1SA[Freezing/Energy Stealing] Crush) Slowing Strike[DR 2][Critical: Immobilize][Freezing/Energy Stealing][-3%ki] HH-Speed) Charged Negative Arrows[DR 7][Hard to Dodge][Critical: Poison][7%ki][11][Power Level: 2,852,107] DMG: 0%Ki: 98% Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Attacks Taken: Barriered Daichiretsuzan[-90% damage][DR: 5.5]
DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG:
Prepped Items: 1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea[used] 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Shard 8.Status Field Generator[active] 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier[active]
Prepared Weapon Techniques
Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[3/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[0/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[1/1]
Equipment:
Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Recoome on Nov 7, 2023 1:58:29 GMT -5
The Floor is Lava Seeing his attacks so easily dealt with sowed a seed of doubt deep within Recoome’s mind. This child, this mere speck of a boy, was treating him like a plaything. His eyes darted to the barrier around them - now the intention was more clear. He would not be allowed to escape from this place, escape from this abomination of a child that had been sent to destroy him.
The first wave of attacks hit him before he could even see what was coming, and Recoome felt the air leave his body. It all seemed over - until he saw what was coming in his mind. With a grunt of exertion he forced himself to take a half-step backwards, just enough for the open-palmed strike to halt half an inch from his bruised chest.
The child sped off, and Recoome took a breath - this was going to get messy, and it was going to get messy fast. The rust that clung to his body showed no sign of shaking, and he felt a rare pang of something that, before now, had been something he considered himself incapable of.
Fear.
The compact combatant returned, and Recoome needed to buy time. His arms went up in front of him, his pair of white gauntlets gleaming in the early morning sun. An attack rained down upon him, but the worst of it was halted by the instruments of the Fallen.
But this time he didn’t wait for even a second.
As soon as the last attack struck his forearms he dropped them and unleashed a pair of huge blasts of ki right from his open mouth, sizzling across the area on their way towards the child fighter. When the second one left his tongue he tensed his legs before barreling forwards, a wave of ki bursting around him as he hurtled at his attacker, head down and intent on destruction.
He flipped in mid-air and thrust his legs downwards, halting his flight - but he wasn’t done there. His hand whipped forwards and the very mantle of Frieza erupted, a torrent of magnificent lava bursting forth. With a flick of the wrist it turned towards the boy, dripping molten rock all over the ground as it flowed towards him.
But, of course, attacking from a distance was boring - and Recoome was anything but boring. He had often said that he would rather lose a fight in style than win in a boring spectacle.
And what was more fun than a punch to the face?
He let out a roar as he leapt towards his opponent, fist pulled back, before sinking it right at his tiny face. The runes etched into his gauntlets shimmered with latent energy as they flew, the crackling combining with the scent of sulphur in the air to create a cacophony of cologne that set Recoome’s heart racing.
The smell of battle.
----------------- Important Notes: Damage Reduction: -25% Physical Damage: +15% Ki Used: 4% Total Used: 8% Remaining: 92% DMG: 0% 1. Sonic Gun 2. Energizer of the Gods 3. Stasis Grenade 4. Bento Box (Sensu Bean, Potion, Potion) 5. Vial of Poison 6. Dark Matter 7. Ki Well 8. Energy Siphon
Base (Equipment)
Power Level: 1,625,786 (75%) Ki: 812,893 (75%)
STR: 233,115 (293,063) SPD: 180,590 (190,120) TOU: 226,088 (295,958) STA: 151,535 VIT: 202,155 (214,013)
Determination: 2637 Charisma: 2627 Intelligence: 5832
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Post by Kale on Nov 8, 2023 1:57:30 GMT -5
The pair of blasts from the Soldier’s mouth caught Joseph off guard. All he could do was flinch before the blast exploded against him, shattering his barrier and sending a shock of pain through his body before the second one knocked him on his back. Joseph quickly jumped back to his feet at the sight of Recoome rushing toward him. Joseph dashed in the direction of the hurtling soldier before leaping toward him. His arms cocked back before thrusting them forward as if he was going to strike back with a double punch before, at the last moment before impact, he opened his hands, pushing at the body of Recoome. A shockwave erupted making the lands within the base to quake. Joseph was driven back soles skidding across the grounds of the base as he submitted to Recoome’s strength before he shifted to the side, pivoting while pushing, steering Recoome to effectively deflect him from his intended course. Joseph watched as Recoome performed another gesture before the ground below him began to shake. The Half-Saiyan gasped and quickly curled up, raising his arms to cover himself as the lava shot from the ground, knocking him into the air, while bombarding him with heat the force of the eruption. The boy grunted in pain as the eruption knocked him, smoke emanating from his clothes as he landed back on the ground. A battle cry, prompted Joseph to peek from behind his guard as the warrior rushed at him, a fist cocked back and hurling toward his face. The child ducked, weaving to the side as he dropped under Recoome’s explosive fist as he weaved, he moved forward and launched an open palm at Recoome’s stomach. He followed up with an a hook, then an uppercut, before lifting his foot and snapping it forward to nail him with a kick with the intent to send him flying back. He then reached behind his back and pulled out staff, twirling it one hand as rushed toward Recoome once he was close enough he grabbed the staff in both hands and swung it like a baseball bat to slam it across his torso. Joseph leapt back, spinning the staff in his hand as he placed it back into its case before, lowering and curling into a ball, spinning in place and reving before he launches at the PTO soldier to ram into him. Free) Take Take A4 Mouth blast[-50%damage], second mouth blast A1) Deflect@CE A2)Block+Aura Armor@HH[-0.5DR][Fire Temple: Half Damage from Burn Critical techniques] A3) Dodge@Tact Free) Retaliation Slowing Strike[Freezing/Energy Stealing][-3%ki] A4)2QA, 1SA[Freezing/Energy Stealing] Free) Nature Staff[-4%ki] AT) Final Smash[DR 5][Critical: Crush][Strength: 467,945][Speed: 1,333,005] Free) Suppress to 60% Speed) Dragon Dive[DR 6][-2%ki][6][PL: 2,065,363] Free) Unsupress DMG: 0%Ki: 86% Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Attacks Taken: Barriered Daichiretsuzan[-90% damage][DR: 5.5], Mouth Blast[-50%damage], Mouth Blast, Blocked Planet Cracker[DR 5.5][damaged halved by Fire Temple]
DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG:
Prepped Items: 1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Shard 8.Status Field Generator 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier
Prepared Weapon Techniques
Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[3/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[1/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[1/1]
Equipment:
Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Recoome on Nov 8, 2023 2:24:36 GMT -5
Light Up the Sky A growl escaped the behemoth’s lips as his attacks were summarily dealt with again, and he stumbled forwards slightly as his footing slipped - and the boy took advantage. A barrage of attacks hit him, causing him to almost topple backwards. He regained his footing just in time to see the boy rushing at him with his staff in his hand once more.
He didn’t need to see the future to know how much pain that thing would cause - but it was too late to avoid it now. His arms crossed over his chest in a huge x-shape, and the staff smashed against them with incredible power. Red welts formed almost instantly on his flesh, and the faintest hint of a crack had formed on his gauntlets - a concerning sign, to say the least.
But just as he expected the assault to continue, it stopped. The boy leapt backwards and re-stowed his staff - but Recoome could already see what was coming. Once again the child curled into a ball, and this time Recoome would be ready. He braced himself, tensed his calves, and waited for the boy to spin.
Now!
His form blurred and vanished, re-appearing afew feet away from where he had been - and he was panting heavily. The exertion he had needed to push his body to a limit where he could avoid the attack was incredible, and already his limbs began to weigh him down.
But he couldn’t rest, not yet. He barelled forwards with his fist bared, ki once again lighting up his runed knuckles as he slammed his fist in an over-head blow towards the top of the boy’s skull. Less than a second later his aura erupted, and he felt his latent energy bubbling to the surface.
”Recoome regrets that it has come to this,” he said, a crackling ball of pure ki energy forming in his hand. It sputtered and danced, arcs of lightning dancing from its surface. His muscles bulged as he funnelled his energy to his one hand, and a feral grin spread onto his face. ”Well, Recoome doesn’t regret it too much.”
A roar echoed around the area as he thrust his arm forwards, releasing a devastating attack towards the boy that seemed to warp the very air as it flew through the sky.
And then there was whiteness as the explosion erupted.
Recoome breathed in deeply through his nose, filling his body with the scent of burning and devastation.
Ah, it smelled like home.
----------------- Important Notes: Damage Reduction: -25% Physical Damage: +15% Ki Used: 16% Total Used: 24% Remaining: 76% DMG: 0% 1. Sonic Gun 2. Energizer of the Gods 3. Stasis Grenade 4. Bento Box (Sensu Bean, Potion, Potion) 5. Vial of Poison 6. Dark Matter 7. Ki Well 8. Energy Siphon
Base (Equipment)
Power Level: 1,625,786 (75%) Ki: 812,893 (75%)
STR: 233,115 (293,063) SPD: 180,590 (190,120) TOU: 226,088 (295,958) STA: 151,535 VIT: 202,155 (214,013)
Determination: 2637 Charisma: 2627 Intelligence: 5832
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Post by Shell on Nov 8, 2023 15:38:08 GMT -5
Joseph Took: 10% DR 5.5 Daichiretsuzan, 50% DR 3.5 Mouth Blast, DR 3.5 Mouth Blast, Block vs DR 5.5 Planet Cracker,
Recoome Took: 3 SA, 6 QA, Fireball DR 4, Block vs DR 6 Dragon Dive (at Suppressed Power), 50% Item Defense vs DR 7 Negative Arrow, DR 2 Slowing Strike
Recoome Damage: 29%
Joseph Damage: 13.3%
(I did the damage off of my memory of my damage system and not from looking at it since I'm not home and doing this since I had a moment.)
RP Reward: Recoome - I just was more entertained by his writing.
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Post by Kale on Nov 9, 2023 0:40:49 GMT -5
Joseph bounced off the ground after missing his spin attack, flipping to get right-side up and doing a 180 spin to face Recoome as he skidded and came to a stop. Recoome rushed at him again, primed to deliver another explosive blow. Joseph raised his arms to eye level to cover his head. As he did so, blue flames surfaced from where he stood, cloaking him with blue fire. The child stood his ground as Recoome threw his punch. The moment his fist collided with his arms, the blaze flared, rebuffing the blow with a shockwave as the fire that covered Joseph was cast out to engulf Recoome. His enemy showed to be far from done. However, he could feel an exponential rise in Recoome’s power. Joseph watched the fires disburse to the sight of a ball of energy forming in the Alien’s hand as his muscles bulged, and he wore a perturbing smile, prepared to bring utter annihilation with alacrity. Joseph sprinted toward appearing as fuzzy streak of blue and gray and sprung at his foe. Just before Recoome thrusted his arms, Joseph curled his fingers, pressing his thumb under them, mimicking the shape of a beak, and rapidly shot his at Recoome’s chest, peppering him with jabs that quickly traveled up the arm that was holding the ki until the mass of energy abruptly disappeared, the energy that shaped it diffused and unable to carry out its destructive intent as the child fell back to the ground. The moment Joseph had two feet back on the ground, he twisted to the left, hurling his fist to deliver a hook from his right. The next move was launching his leading hand up for an uppercut at Recoome’s gut before closing the combination with a straight punch from his right. His assault continued with a flurry of rolling punches, vertical fists shooting forward in a piston-like fashion, one hand just about to be where it’d hit its mark as the other retracted. He rotated along Recoome’s body to deliver shots to each side of his ribcage. After the chain punches, Joseph lurched at his foe, moving in with a heavy and brisk step as he shot an open hand aiming to strike his torso with the heel of his palm. Joseph’s blue aura began to manifest and outline him while sparks of electricity flashed around him. The aura flared, and the sparks flashed with greater vigor as Joseph’s power rose. He cocked his right hand to the side, azure energy swirling around and enveloping his fist while his left hand was held closed hand. Joseph sprung toward Recoome, kicking off of the ground to launch himself at his adversary. The aura made him appear as a trail of blue light. “Megaton Punch!” Joseph exclaimed as he launched his ki-empowered fist at Recoome’s body. A1) Daji’s Flame Shield@A3[DR 5][Critical: Burn][-1%][2] A2) Pressure Points@Tactician A3) 2QA,1SA[Freezing/Energy Steal] A4) 2QA, 1SA[Freezing/ Energy Steal] AT) Slowing Strike[DR 2][Critical: Immobolize][Freezing/Energy Stealing][-3%ki] Speed) Infinite Energy Punch[Grace Rune: Hard to Dodge][DR 5.5][Stuns when undefended, 50% stun chance if blocked][Freezing/Energy Stealing][-9%ki][13] DMG: 13.3%Ki: 73% Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Attacks Taken:
DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG:
Prepped Items: 1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Sharad 8.Status Field Generator[Active] 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier[used]
Prepared Weapon Techniques
Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[2/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[0/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[0/1]
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Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Recoome on Nov 12, 2023 9:59:14 GMT -5
Light Up the Sky And just like that, his delusion of destruction disappeared.
The smell that had filled his nostrils faded, the vision of his vain attack vanished. All he was left with was an aching in his chest and arms, and a sense of loss that was more profound than any he had felt before.
But his aching didn’t stop there.
The blur of a child attacked again, his punches rolling and his kicks flashing, landing blow after blow on Recoome’s rapidly depleting body. When the kid’s aura burst forth however, Recoome felt one last burst of energy filling his heavy limbs. With a grunt of exertion, and reflexes born purely from living on the edge of a knife for his entire life, he pushed his body to the extreme.
The briefest of afterimages was left in his wake, and the attack swept through where he was stnading - no doubt sucha blow would have spelled the end for him.
”Recoome did warn you, you shouldn-”
The fist hit him square in the face, and before he could even comprehend what had happened he was hurtling backwards through the air. His mind seemed to pass beyond recognisable time and space, and for almost a whole second he explored a cosmos within his mind that he had enver known existed, a land filled with peace and prosperity and pain, so much pain.
He snapped out of it when his body crashed against the blue forecefield that was trapping the two together.
A roar of pain flew from his lips as he collapsed onto the floor, a thin trail of blood dripping regularly from the corner of his mouth. He was on all-fours now, bent like a dog in the face of a resentful master. Against his better judgement his eyes darted to the side, looking around for an exit - but there wasn’t going to be one. Not here, not now.
Do not be a coward. Death is no hurdle.
The voice was one he barely recognised, but he knew that it was coming from deep within his head. He forced himself up to one knee, stumbling slightly as he tried to regain his footing. His fists clenched, and his arms tensed - the voice was right. Live or die, he would not go out without a fight.
And what a fight he would give.
The time for words was, for now, over. He set his face into a rigid expression, his eyes glinting with ambition. The pain that coursed through his very veins was set aside, a mere backdrop to something that would become so much more, would drive away everything else until only it remained.
The thrill of battle.
He didn’t shout, he didn’t scream - he simply fought. The snow around him erupted as he launched himself forwards, ki once more erupting around his huge, meaty fist. In the blink of an eye he was back at the boy, his fist crashing downwards towards his shoulder in a blow that could crack the very mantle of a planet. At the same time his other hand was rising towards his face, and he felt the ki bubbling up within him. Once his puinching hand finished its pugilistic work it too rose beside his head, and he felt the light from the early morning sun beating down behind him.
”Solar Flare!” he roared, and the light intensified until it filled the entire arena - a light so blinding, he doubted that even this tiny packet of power that fought against him would be able to see through it.
----------------- Important Notes: Damage Reduction: -25% Physical Damage: +15% Ki Used: 16% Total Used: 24% Remaining: 76% DMG: 0% 1. Sonic Gun 2. Energizer of the Gods 3. Stasis Grenade 4. Bento Box (Sensu Bean, Potion, Potion) 5. Vial of Poison 6. Dark Matter 7. Ki Well 8. Energy Siphon
Base (Equipment) + RP Bonus
Power Level: 1,869,652 (75%) Ki: 934,826 (75%)
STR: 268,082 (328,030) SPD: 207,678 (217,208) TOU: 260,001 (329,867) STA: 174,265 VIT: 232,478 (244,336)
Determination: 2637 Charisma: 2627 Intelligence: 5832
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Post by Kale on Nov 13, 2023 1:08:02 GMT -5
Joseph's eyes widened as Recoome was sent crashing into the field. It was a technique Joseph had honed in relatively recently, and he didn’t use it in too many fights, but seeing it work here and now was quite satisfying. He wondered what Mr. Satan would have thought about that display; Joseph hoped the Champion would have been proud. The Half-Saiyan looked down at the PTO soldier, watching him on his all-fours, and darted his gaze to the side. Joseph was sure that the man was pondering the possibility of escape. Seeing the pitiful position and desperation it was not only surprising. Seeing a hardened soldier like this, a cosmic lord no less, was befuddling. The one who was alongside Chaos during the Fallen’s invasion of Damaskia, fighting a battle that ended in Emperor Pendragon and Yan Cass being defeated and captured. There was something creeping up on the child as he watched Recoome. He actually felt bad for the Cosmic Lord. Joseph considered offering a chance to surrender, telling him where Yukai was, and then escort him to Galactic Prison without him having to be carried out or maybe even let him be free in what seemed to be his second chance at life on the condition he wouldn’t hurt anyone again. However, before Joseph could decide, Recoome was able to rekindle his resolve, launching toward him with another ki-empowered strike. Joseph raised his arms and formed a cloak of blue flames that surrounded him as Recoome threw the punch. The moment the first met the fire that lied between it and the child’s face, the blaze lashed out, flaring to engulf Recoome while the shield released a shockwave. He wasn’t done yet; however, as he started to a move, he recognized all too well and was not fond of being on the other end of. Joseph tried to cover his eyes a little too late as the flash assaulted his sight, his contacts reacted to sudden light darkening in an attempt to dampen the excess light, but it was far too potent, and Joseph winched in pain as his eyes shut tight as the a sharp sting lingered in his eyes. As he was, Joseph did not want to rush in trying to press the action while blind. Blue embers manifested at the child’s feet and began to rise and float around the child as his aura faintly exuded from him. He knew this technique had killed his momentum, so now the best he could do was bid his time for now. After manifesting the warding aura Joseph channeled the energy of a relic within his pouch, a flash of aqua blue flashing as he felt a surge of energy within himself. A1) Daji’s Flameshield@A3[DR 5][Critical: Burn][-1%ki][2] Speed) Block+Aura Armor[-0.5DR]@at A2) Stun A3) Stun A4) [Blind] Necklace of Patient Defense Warding Effect][-2DR from all attacks next post Crtiticals from Techniques autofail] AT) [Blind]Adventuerer’s Juice[+10%ki][-10% fatigue] DMG: 13.3%Ki: 82% Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Burn[2/8] Attacks Taken: Blocked Solar Flare[DR 0.5]
DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG:
Prepped Items: 1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Sharad 8.Status Field Generator[Active] 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier[used]
Prepared Weapon Techniques
Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[2/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[0/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[0/1]
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Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Kale on Nov 21, 2023 4:24:47 GMT -5
Joseph stared at the giant blur that was his opponent and tilted his head. He was expecting the PTO soldier to press an aggressive assault while he was stunned. However, he didn’t. Did the attacks from earlier incapacitate him? Whatever the case, the lull made for an opportunity to regain his composure. Joseph lowered his stance and extended his arms, two fists facing forward, prepared to strike at any moment, any moment after his vision recovered. At the moment Joseph decided the best course of action was to fortify himself and wait. The child then focused on channeling his energy, his aura surging from within, vibrations running through his body. Joseph spent a few more moments watching, prepared to defend himself from attack until the vague shape became a man once more. A man could be hit. Joseph rushed at Recoome. First, he shot three quick jabs at his body. He then threw a rear hook and uppercut before raising his leg and shooting it forward, aiming to kick the soldier in the gut and send him flying across the base. The Half Saiyan then cupped his hands and started charging ki, concentrating energy between his palms as a blue sphere formed and grew in the space between his palms. “Kaaaa-Meee-Haaaa-Meeee-Haaaaa.” Joseph said flatly as he threw his hands forward, releasing the ball of energy to swallow Recoome and overtake him through its weight and destructive force. Free) Crush Stance[No offense] A1) Energizer[blind] A2) Wait to be not blind[blind] A3) 2QA,1SA A4) 2QA, SA AT-Speed) Kamehameha![Blast][PL: 2,621,390][DR 9][-7%][11]
DMG: 13.3%
Ki: 76%
Notes: Critical Striker 2 :[18-20][+10% Damage on successful Critical Hits] Guru’s Healing Staff [Holy]:+25% Damage on any successful Hit Fortune Teller[Precognition Dodges become Physical Combo Counters] Attacks Taken:
DMG Reduction: -30% Physical DMG: Energy DMG: Additional Hybrid DMG:
Prepped Items: 1. Senzu Bag[4/4] 2. Bento:[Adventuerer’s Juice, Witch’s Potion, Energizer] 3. Faurie Dust 4. Panacea 5. Sonic Gun 6. Krampus’ Coal 7. Rainbow Pride Sharad 8.Status Field Generator[Active] 9.Aegis Capsule Storage.CC Barrier[used]
Prepared Weapon Techniques
Traveler's Strike[3/3] Long Haft[3/3] Nature Staff[2/3] Improved Windmill[2/2] Improved Cripple[2/2] Bludgeon[0/1] Crushing Blows[1/1] Final Smash[0/1]
Equipment:
Body Arms Legs Head Accessory Accessory Accessory
[/div][/div][/div] ulla The World's Strongest Shota: Aspiring Protector of the Galaxy
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Post by Kale on Nov 22, 2023 23:52:18 GMT -5
The blows had all landed in flush and the azure blast made it to its target, it was almost disturbing how all these attacks managed to hit their mark without being hindered in someway. The condensed Kamehameha exploded upon contact with the Behemoth of a solider flooding the base in bright light. A shockwave bursted from the center of the explosion blowing all the surrounding vehicles and equipment in every direction while heat and light saturated the entire base. Joseph watched as a dome of blue expanded for a few moments before shrinking down until it faded leaving only a cloud of smoke.
Joseph stared at the cloud his brown eyes shimmered as they shifted to green while his power gradually climbed. Joseph's teeth gritted as he balled up a fist, a crater formed below his feet. The few seconds that it took the smoke the fade felt closer to an hour until the dust settled revealing Recoome who lying on the ground motionless and battered. The Half-Saiyan looked down staring at the Cosmic Lord or former one depending on whether the empire had back from the collapse that was as sudden as the disappearance of the Lords themselves.
The tension slowly left his body as he took a breath as he power lowered back down to normal and his emerald pupils were brown once again. Joseph sighed and pulled out a capsule, clicking it then dropping it to the ground and in a puff a Space Pod emerged. He pulled out his phone and after a few presses the door of the pod opened hissing as steam released from the opening. The Half-Saiyan picked up unconscious body of Recoome and carried it to the space pod, putting him inside and setting the pod. He started pressing coordinates into his phone, setting the pod to go prison planet. After a final click to finalize the flight plans, the pod rocketed into the sky, creating a large crater and leaving behind a fiery trail as it flew off until it arrived to prison planet, where Galactic Patrol would be quick to investigate the pod and well prepared to put away the infamous man inside. Justice had been served thanks to the world's strongest shota.
Action) Send Recoome to Prison Planet. No Steal/No Kill
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