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Post by Pan-Seta on Jul 4, 2024 21:02:38 GMT -5
A long time ago, in this galaxy and this universe
One is entitled to their own truth, but they are not entitled to their own facts. Facts were immutable. Facts could be adjusted, turned inside out, to form a different opinion of the truth. Seta had been told some time ago that she sought out the truth in everything, including her own destiny. Was she really meant to be a Saiyan Overlord? Should she have stayed on Earth? Truth was, the galaxy owed Seta, born Son Pan, more than one favor. She knew that the King likely had a completely different truth of the matter. She was just one of many to fight for the Empire, right? Everyone had chipped in.
But, indeed, what would have happened if she had stayed on Earth?
Seta kicked a small rock in front of her and watched it launch into the air like a rocket. It quickly was lost in the horizon. A smug little smirk formed on her face. Perhaps the whole problem, the whole truth, was she was too strong and that bothered her leader. He was desperate to pretend she had only helped a bit.
Dropping a hand down on the pommel of her sword, she tilted her head back. The single sun that Planet Vegeta circled beat down on her face, warming it. Maybe one day she should try soaking up some sun like her friend Bra kept trying to get her to do back on Earth. At the memory of her blue-haired friend, she both frowned and smiled. She should really get back in touch with the half-Saiyan heir to the throne.
A low exhale left her lips. She shrugged her shoulders and felt the chainmail she wore move with her. Hell, maybe the trouble was the fact she did not wear her Saiyan armor right this moment. Who really knew? She certainly did not.
Senses sharp from both training and the genetics of her species made her remove her sword from its scabbard then twist around, the tip aiming at the stranger who had decided to intrude upon her quiet moment of introspection. Her eyes narrowed. But she did not power up, she did not transform. She saw little reason to do so. Her tail tapped against her thigh, revealing her irritation.
"I guess I can't go five minutes without someone wanting to test my patience. What do you want?"
Word Count: 403
Sword: Last Judgment- Level 4
Sword Techs (Swordsmanship Lvl. 4+Expertise Lvl. 2): Inferno Sabre, Ultra Slash, Kuzu Ryu Sen, Triple Strike, Mortoseth Shadow Assault, Blademaster Stance, Vast Cross
OOC: Written as planet spar for reasons.
Seta Total Word Count: 2,000+ (Max RPC reached) Bersimmon Total Word Count: 932 (4.6 RPC) Bonuses for Seta: champion lvl 2, combat rune, Saiyan Elite Bonuses for Bersimmon: ? |
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Post by Bersimmon on Jul 5, 2024 0:22:52 GMT -5
(215 WC)
Bersimmon had sauntered in, a mask covering his visage. Lithe, supple muscle covered his body, a green armor covered his frame, showing signs of the silver it was made from going through oxidization. His legs were covered in a black cloth, feet clad in greaves.
"I'm sorry, miss, I didn't even notice you." He said with a smile. His tail flowed back and forth freely, signaling to his content. As Seta pointed her sword at him, he just chuckled playfully. "Sorry if I scared you. I was just going for a stroll."
By now, one would notice the blades sheathed on his back. One of them seemed to be a chainsaw-like weapon, the other an odd blade with the edges forged into a state that could probably best be described as anchor-like in appearance, however this blade was very similar to a relic from ancient times. It was a priceless Saiyan artifact, however it was also a very effective weapon.
"I take it you're a soldier? What squad you on?" Bersimmon tried to make conversation, he was no longer the type of Saiyan to jump into a fight head-first without a reason. But he knew if he was unmasked, he could be in danger. Yes, he was probably stronger but he didn't pick on people.
Swords: Rigellese plasma blade(LV3 Sword), Ancient Blade of the Saiyans (LV4 Sword, LV1 Axe, Wielded by the first King Vegeta)
Weapon Techs: Impulse, Rising Claw, Healing Blade, Verberation Blade, Aura Blade, Ki Slash, Sideswipe, Vast Cross, Thunder Crush, Quick Cut, Luciendar Light Assault. (I have shit that gives me extra prepped techniques)
(Just a warning if you want to make this a fight spar all you gotta do is tell me.)
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Post by Pan-Seta on Jul 5, 2024 5:59:35 GMT -5
"You're shitting me, right?" she answered, her voice full of contempt. Black eyes flickered with her ire that she barely kept restrained. Gone was the Son Pan she had been. It had only taken a few short years to strip away the happy-go-lucky Son part and simply be left with... Seta. Her hand curled a bit more tightly on the pommel, the word-- the name-- 'Tara' biting into her palm despite the fact she wore gloves, still. Always gloves. The sole person allowed to see her barehanded was gone. Same as the child she had been before joining the Saiyan Army.
The blade glowed a brilliant red as deep as blood, reflecting her inner anger. She decided to explore the steppes of Vegeta-Sei to not be bothered by people or their stupidity, thanks much. The sun baked the area around her and reflected off the scales of her armor. Chainmail was better for fighting with a sword, she had found after a lot of training and a lot of trial and error (more error than anything, Seta would often admit when she was in her lows).
"Look, either you're playing the idiot or you're new and honestly I don't have the patience to entertain one or the other right now. Just because I'm in non-regulation armor doesn't remove my being an Overlord." The sword twisted around in her palm, her fingers barely moving. The glow was really quite brilliant. "So, if you woke up today saying to yourself I'm gonna piss off the second highest ranking person in the Empire, congratu-fucking-lations. You've got two options at this point. Either you turn your tail around and leave... or I beat your face in. Your choice."
The sword flickered white for a moment, but just a moment. Then it was back to the pure red. All it meant was she was speaking the truth and the facts but her anger was overpowering everything else. Short cropped hair was ruffled by a passing breeze, almost pushing it into the same shape as when she went into her Super Saiyan form. In her other palm, invisible ki was slowly collecting. She could feel it trickling down her arm.
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Total Word Count: 767 |
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Post by Bersimmon on Jul 6, 2024 10:22:46 GMT -5
(444 TWC))
Bersimmon sensed something odd. Invisible Ki? That was certainly not normal. Curious, something also odd stirred within him as well. It was Yan's chaos energy.
His previous contact with the Damaskian powerhouse had still given him quite the strange tendency. While the tendency wasn't NORMALLY strange at all, at least for a Saiyan, for a Saiyan such as him, who had no desire to fight most of the time, it was perplexing. He now considered battle FUN. It was like a game now.
And so, he laughed. No longer a chuckle, it was a scary howl. But he was still kind, and felt no fear. Self-control was a virtue as he was a Paladin. He calmly approached her, black eyes filled with a strange calmness.
"Calm down, miss," Said the Saiyan, his strength level reading around 750,000. Indicating no fear, he paced over to her, inches away from the tip of her blade whence he stopped.
"Would you be less angry... If you just came at me? If you're into that, go right ahead." However, no sooner than he had said that, had something hit him. No, it wasn't the blade(yet?). This was the person he had read about all those years ago. He had just invited the first Super Saiyan of his era to strike him... And in response, his eyes opened wide.
"Wait, are you...!?"
(229)
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Post by Pan-Seta on Jul 6, 2024 22:01:36 GMT -5
"Patronize me or call me 'miss' again and you'll be missing your face," she snapped, eyes flickering with barely stifled rage. The glow to her sword got that much brighter, almost blinding in its intensity. One of a kind, hers for what felt like an eternity and yet... she had only received it relatively late in her past, as evidenced by the 'memorial' on the hilt. Tara was gone, and Seta was still there. Against her will. So many times, Seta had stopped entirely caring about anything except the fact Tara was gone. And what was she supposed to do with herself besides sell herself out to the highest bidder, to fight and wage war and gain scar after scar until finally she was in the afterlife with the only one who had been able to control Seta's temper at all? There was no point in controlling it, now. She had made her bed and now she was going to lie in it. Her sword twisted in her grip so the edge was perpendicular with the ground. Her aura flared to life around her, both pupils and irises disappearing entirely before her hair rose up into the signature Super Saiyan style but stayed the usual color, if having a red tinge to it. Her outfit expanded to fit her new muscle profile. "Am I what? Overlord Seta. Traitor to the Saiyan Empire, recently reinstated. War hero. Uncivilized savage. Archigos. Supreme Commander. First Classer. First legendary Super Saiyan in centuries. I'll let you guess which one I prefer." She purposely held back on actually going into her blonde hair, green eyed form. No, that was not for little party tricks. Usually her mere presence somewhere was enough to keep people out of her sight and out of her mind. But if this guy wanted to be a pain in her tuchus, then perhaps a small taste of what she was capable of? "All of that combined means... well. You're fucked," she said. And then suddenly her ki signature moved but she didn't seem to at all. Left? No, right. Wait, nope, airborne. Almost invisible, her sword swung through the air, too fast for even a whistling sound. The flat of the blade went for the man's left temple first and then skipped around to slam the flat side with the word 'Truth' emblazoned on it into the point where shoulder slotted into the torso, like during a knighting ceremony except this was not going to be some gentle little tap and her opponent would earn no title. And then her hand flicked forward, releasing the ki she had been bringing into her hand since the start. It shot through the air, spiraling through the space exactly the way she wanted it to but looking like she actually had no control over it, spinning around and around the man. Where it stops nobody knows. Except -- There! The beam zeroed in on the back of the man's knee (and did you know there's no real word for that place on the humanoid body? Fun facts given to Seta during recuperation of almost all of her bones getting cracked apart.) Word Count: 526 (w/o 'theme song') Total Word Count: 1,293 (w/o 'theme song') 1) Daemon Giji SSJ (Speed Dominant) 2) ST+Pummel+Special (no edge) 3) ST+Special (no edge) 4) Tsuihidan OOC: I'm sorry, you said you wanted the past. Since this is set in the past 'mainverse' I'm only doing the stats I had on my last update before I left (no ESSJ, no SSJ God, no goldie Oozaru, just Daemon Giji and Daemon SSJ) while being charitable and writing as if your character is at 264K which is where you were at on the old boards in 2019 (did you think I wouldn't do some research first to be sure things flow okay because you said you wanted the past?). This is the monster you asked for, my dude. You wanted universe's strongest, main universe, non-swapped -7 alignment crazy bitch terror of the cosmos Seta, non-canon to her story so she won't even remember this happened when she comes back from the alt universe but her stats are the same as they were back then . We can't write in two different timelines. Just cause it's a spar doesn't mean I don't take it seriously. I already said my stuff has to flow together and I was already pushing it by deciding the spars weren't actually going to be canon to her storyline (because there was no interaction between the two characters before I left in a way that things could click later on when Seta finally returns). But you can't then change shit even further on me. Otherwise I'll take the L now because you have made me look like I can't write a cogent story and the fact I'm writing in a timeline completely different from what you are doesn't track. And the shit Seta is saying makes no sense for the modern time. Her somehow being weaker and not actually the terror of the northern galaxy makes no sense. I said the past, not write as if she's been perpetually 22 for the last 10 years. |
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Post by Bersimmon on Jul 8, 2024 10:44:41 GMT -5
(136, 580 twc)
Bersimmon had just barely seen each strike coming due to his precognition. With a quick flash, he jumped back, the thinner part of the flat grazing him, blood flying into the air, her speed clearly currently superior. Then, the flat would smack him hard on the shoulder, his shoulder filled with an irking pain from the blow. As the Tsuihidan exploded against him, instead of moaning in pain, he steeled his resolve and groaned, fighting through the pain as blood began dripping down his leg. However, he was not going to let an attack like that defeat him.
Suddenly, Bersimmon disappeared. Then, in a flash, there were a dozen of him with their fingertips glowing, the glowing chi growing bigger, as suddenly each of them fired an arrow of energy that would explode if it hit.
1) Partial dodge A2
Free) Take A3 and Tsuihidan
2) Charge -1%
3) Double -1%
4) DR 7 Negative Arrows + Zanzoken
(Shit I meant to ask for the new Seta. Also, there is no Win or Lose in spars anymore- everyone gets the same bonus.)
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Post by Pan-Seta on Jul 8, 2024 19:22:40 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed, which looked a lot more disconcerting when both pupils and irises were gone. She watched as her attack towards one of her signature targets exploded against the man's leg. The secret was she was being kind aiming at the back instead of the actual patella as she often did. Her aura flickered around her, a beautiful gold that belied Seta's less than angelic personality. She felt the powering up of her opponent and then there were a handful of versions of him and she could see the collection of ki in the man's (men's?) hands. A scoff escaped her lips. Her grip on her sword tightened. Blood collected in the fullers of the blade. She then brought it back up and her arm shifted, bringing it over to cover her face. As she did the shield clipped to the guard of the sword seemed to grow a few inches in radius. The Overlord twisted and bobbed, facing 'each' opponent in turn. The arrows obligingly thunked into the shield. Her eyes clenched shut as a series of explosions ripped through the air, shoving her hair back and making her clothes ripple. The chainmail had done its job, and only a few parts along her shoulders seemed to be scorched. When her eyes opened, there was just the slightest flash of green pupil, as if her body was wanting to transform but her brain refused to do it. It was, in general, a warning that she was nowhere close to her maximum power, had another transformation under her belt but felt there was no point in using it. No, now she was fucking annoyed. Now, she would prove exactly why she was both war hero and war criminal. Why, indeed, her swordsmanship was a cut above the rest (pun definitely intended). With a shout, she powered up in her False Super Saiyan form but did not hit her maximum power level. No, she simply shunted everything into making her molecules go far faster than they probably should. In a blink, she was gone. Not even an afterimage to speak of, which was a signal she was not going to be gentle this time, nor playful. Would offer no respite. As her body appeared directly in front of the man, her sword erupted into flames. Snarling, she aimed first at the man's gut, swiping at it with the flame-licked blade. Then, the inner thighs were slashed at. Without offering anything by way of mercy, she was circling him to send a pair of heavy stabs towards both of his kidneys. A heavy slash went towards the backs of his feet with full intent on making the Achilles tendons wish they had never existed in the first place. Her speed was such that it looked like there were actually seven Setas slashing and stabbing at the man. Not even panting with the effort, she did a loop-de-loop, her sword cocked behind her, then she was going at a speed that rendered her invisible. Her aura did not even leave a trail of light behind her. She was simply too damn fast. Baring her teeth, showing her canine teeth to be as sharp as a warg's, the Sword of Truth whipped through the air, slamming down towards Bersimmon at an angle such that she looked intent to slice him in two from shoulder to hip. The flames continued to cover the blade, licking at anything and everything both skin and cloth except for the wielder. "I'm starving. How about a little shishkebab?!" she yelled. Her sword whipped to the side, she spun it once in hand so that the hilt was actually being held so that the sword was 'upside down', then she lunged. Tucking her other hand on the end of the pommel, she sought to puncture the man with three separate holes into his chest. Then she seemed to bounce off of him without actually touching him with her boots. She flipped through the air then halted. Her sword spun to be held in the 'correct' way again. She held her sword out with the tip aimed at the sky in clear defensive posturing, her arm steady. The other hand seemingly was wiping down the blade with her glove even though the blood that had been on it had evaporated away thanks to the fire surrounding it. But then her hand stopped, her fingertips resting in the middle of the blade. The fire continued, though it had shrunk to barely be visible along the blade. Word Count: 754 (w/o theme song) Total Word Count: 2,047 (w/o theme song/timeline; max RPC reached) 1) Speedy Daemon Giji SSJ+Partial Block [Hardened Cap Shield] (Big bada boom) 2) Speedy Daemon Giji SSJ+Teleport (1/1)+Inferno Sabre (1/2) [1/3]+Power Fly+Kuzu Ryu Sen (1/1) [Last Judgment; Swordsmanship 4; Expertise 2] 3) Speedy Daemon Giji SSJ+Inferno Sabre[2/3]+Power Fly+Ultra Slash (1/2) [Last Judgment; Swordsmanship 4; Expertise 2] 4) Speedy Daemon Giji SSJ+Inferno Sabre [3/3]+Power Fly+Triple Strike (1/1) [Last Judgment; Swordsmanship 4; Expertise 2] OOC: *Sigh* Also, not quite how zanzoken works, but alright. Also was not speaking of gains, merely pure record. |
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Post by Bersimmon on Jul 9, 2024 14:46:03 GMT -5
(932)
Bersimmon had gotten a glimpse of the enraged woman's attack on him. He immediately grabbed his Saiyan Blade of his back and brought it up with both hands, ready to parry her next blow. Using his own speed he raised it and sped up, breathing faster than before, tapping into his super fighter body strength and quickly smacked the first strike away, the blow to his stomach just barely avoided. Then he lowered the blade to his thighs, spinning the anchor-like weapon around so that the protruding blades would also knock away the blows. Next, the kidney stabs came, as he let his blade linger for a second, pointed at the ground as he quickly bent his stomach back, the blade passing by. The next dodge, however, was a bit miscalculated, her blade managing to thinly pierce his stomach by a bout an inch.
The Final part of the technique would come, however, before any damage could be done, He raised his foot and stepped down hard and fast, locking the opponent's blade to the ground, just long enough so he could jump away. Then came her sword yet again, the blade curled over her shoulder. As she came he sped to the side, roughly 4 feet to her left, watching the attack miss him. Next thing he knew the woman was stabbing at him, him jummping back and back, trying to dodge every hit but having alot of trouble in doing so. He was almost stabbed the first two swings, but the third managed to dip into his side as he tried to jump back.
Luckily for Bersimmon, her blade cauterized his wounds. "Well... Ha. I must say you ARE good. But damn, are you crazy." He raised one finger, and suddenly, the whole battlefield exploded, a mushroom cloud rising into the heavens. After it cleared, Bersimmon Pulled his sword up, raising it high into the sky. Suddenly, glowing green energy filled the blade, flowing through his entire body as most of the damage he took so far was disapparating. He then walked off, with a quiet smile to his lips.
1) Partial Dodge/Block Kuzu
2) ST + Dodge Ultra Slash
3) Partial Dodging Triple Strike
4-DZ2) Energy Doubler + Bakuhatsuha
End1) Healing Blade
End2) Leave
(How you RP moves is a lot more liberal these days tbh, hell I even have a a custom that can put a baby star into someone's body ffs XD Oh and Triple Strike requires 3 actions to perform)
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Post by Pan-Seta on Jul 9, 2024 19:45:33 GMT -5
She laughed a little bit as she watched him seemingly get confused about which way he needed to lean in order to get out of the range of her attack, but then it had to be highly confusing when 7 attacks were apparently coming at you at the exact same time. She almost felt bad. Almost. Blood ripped through the air as her sword ripped through his flanks. The smell of burnt flesh rippled in the air. If it hadn't been for her 'training' at the hands of Dysta and Alice she would probably be highly nauseated. The 'super' sense of smell of your average Saiyan made it that much worse. Her sword flicked back and it sent her aura rippling from the move, like a flag in the breeze. Honestly, she had been kidding about shishkebab but now she did actually find herself a little hungry. Huh. Her eyes flickered. Pupils and irises reappeared as she lowered out of her half-step Super Saiyan form. There was no point continuing to attack at this point. She had done what she had set out to do when this whole farce began. It was clear now that she was not the same Son Pan that had left Earth those handful of years ago. Becoming an Overlord of the Saiyans, a First Classer, Legendary Super Saiyan, had changed things. War had corrupted her. Maybe somewhere deep inside her soul there was a flicker of goodness and light. But it would take someone of Tara's caliber to bring that part of her back out. Simply because the loss of the person who was 90% of her impulse (and everything else) control had led to this, led to the Seta that she was. If you were to ask her, she would simply reply: There is in fact not a kinder, gentler, lucid part of me waiting to be free of the evil and acerbic wrapping. "Tch," she scoffed. Her eyebrow rose as she watched him raise a finger for some ridiculous reason but she felt the ki flickering. What the hell was he fucking doing? But then her aura seemed to solidify into a barrier. When in fact what she had done was remove a capsule from her pants pocket and release it, causing a red barrier to cover her in a six foot radius. "Far better, smarter men than you have called me such things. Bother me again with your idiocy and we'll see how well your heart pumps when none of the arteries are working." Less threat, more promise. In all honesty, now she was a little ticked that her attempt at centering herself had been so interrupted. Her temper was still percolating. The only thing keeping her from going into murder mode was being on Planet Vegeta and having promised the King she would behave (as well as she was able). Her loyalty to the King despite the trials she had been put through, that same loyalty that had been called into question and rendered her demoted. In letting this little upstart continue living, she was proving that she had always been loyal and faithful. While she may be leashed now, that did not mean that would always be the case. The area now tainted entirely for the purposes she was out on the steppes for to begin with, she touched the first two fingers of her right hand to her temple. She focused on the masses of ki back on her ship then disappeared in a blink. Word Count: 590 Total Word Count: 2,000+ (Max RPC reached) Bersimmon Total Word Count: 932 Bonuses for Seta: champion lvl 2, combat rune, Saiyan Elite 0) Power Down 1) CC Barrier vs. Bakuhatsuha 2) Finish OOC: I figured it was clear I wasn't actually keeping exact track but also I have the actions anyway lol Also, sweetie... you RPed leaning INTO my attack. So... Your kidneys are toast. Like. Literally toast cause fiyah. Get some steak so we can have some steak and kidney dinner toast. I went behind you, my dude, and your kidneys are accessed through the back. And your block of the Achilles tendon swipes makes 0 sense. Your RP of dodging my stuff... makes little sense. How is an overhand stab down somehow being dodged and instead getting ya stabbed in the side? That's an awkward twist position for you. Like, are you contorting around for some reason like it's Cirque de Soleil? If this were an actual battle you'd be on the edge of death all poked full of holes. Yeah, well, I never would have approved that when I was admin. It's ridiculously OP and illogical. |
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