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Post by Seta on Jul 4, 2024 21:40:48 GMT -5
![](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4b49553f52ff0265c92420eec8ae288d/92adf46ebc43b60e-a9/s500x750/e90e206c84c87bffcc607983bef1ae3528126854.pnj) Once upon a time, in the universe we all know and loveOverlord Seta was, for all intents and purposes, on vacation. Or, that was what she was supposed to be doing. In all honesty, she was never good at the whole 'relaxation' bit. There was always a fight to win, a meeting to go to (ugh), studying to do (double ugh), inspections to make (Gods why). And, even if she were actually given the time, how could you expect her to stop thinking about all the things she should really be doing instead? Go, fight, win. Keep moving, keep improving. All the things, actually, that her parents likely would hate for her to be doing except for studying.
Gods above, she actually wasn't that bad of a student, she had learned. It was simply that everything her parents had tried to get her to study was boring. But now? Now she had Saiyan protocols, Saiyan history, and fighting guides from all over the galaxy at her disposal. That was where she thrived. She lived for that shit! The galaxy was a cruel place and it didn't care where you came from or from whose bloodline. So many people had tried to hold her back, but Seta was a warrior. She was a Saiyan soldier through and through.
So she could be forgiven, maybe, for the fact that because she found fighting to be so fucking fun she was on a quote-en-quote working vacation. Learning, training, improving.
Exhaling slowly, a cool breeze let her know that her training shirt was soaked through with sweat. She probably stank like a wet warg. But she was so, so alive. Pushing her hair back from her ebony eyes, she let her ki flare and lift her up off the ground. Moving smoothly, she lied down on her back. As much as one could call it lying down when you were in mid-air and yet not falling. Grinning to herself, she began to do what looked to be the backstroke in the air. It had taken her quite a while to learn how to do that, because her body kept screaming that she was falling when she wasn't.
Okay, so, yes. Overlord Seta, Archigos, Supreme Commander of the Legion of Syn (retired), was dipping into childish antics. In a way, it kind of made it clear that the blood in her veins belonged to the Saiyan known as Kakarot. She was alone in this specific part of the planet, so she felt no reason to not allow herself to give in to such a guilty pleasure. And, after all, as some liked to keep reminding her she was only in her early 20s. Saiyans paradoxically aged very little but matured quickly. In some ways.
As she suddenly noticed a humanoid form off in the distance slowly congealing, she moved into a back handspring as if that was what she had actually been doing the whole damn time and fuck you for thinking otherwise.
"Someone must be desperate to send an android," she stated to herself even as she continued with her handsprings before she halted into a pure handstand. The little cabin she had actually built herself in all of three hours (without using her super speed, thank you very much! Well, no maybe a little) was situated a number of yards to the east of her. It was a temporary dwelling and really not that defensible. But there was no reason to try to Three Little Pigs it. Sure she had a bug-out bag packed because hey, infamous. But that was for when she felt out of her ability to defend herself. And it had been oh so very long since she had felt like that. So instead she waited to see what the galaxy had decided to gift her with this time.
Word Count: 640 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, Illusion Strike Extras: Champion level 2 (+15% Spar Rewards), Combat Rune (+5 Exp Spar) OOC: Written as planet spar for reasons.
Total Word Count: 3,979 (w/o theme song/timeline info) [Max RPC reached] Total Word Count for Vlad: 4,122 [Max RPC reached] Bonuses for Seta: champion lvl 2, combat rune, Saiyan Elite Bonuses for Vlad: Combat Rune
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Post by Vlad on Jul 5, 2024 6:21:51 GMT -5
The work of a philanthropic soldier truly never ended so much work to do constantly so many in need and destitute to aid after powerful sorts decided to do whatever their power entitled them to do and if you got a problem with it, you got ki plasma to contend with for being a wet blanket to their fun even if their fun left many other peoples life of labor was left a dust cloud and a memory. Never mind the seemingly random misfortune of natural disasters or the failures of biological functions and poor arrangements of social systems to combine to a lifetime of being a model citizen suddenly flipped to a worthless freeloader by a medical emergency running them into destitution. So much suffering to try and put a stop gap to and some level of minimal foundation to existence not being a total nightmare to people. As an android he had a rather strong position to be quite capable of a greater level of philanthropy at lower maintenance cost to his own existence, when pain generally does not happen under afflictions that are beneath the power of an anti-material riffle hazards climbing through wreckage, burning or not tend to not be a bother, no need for food or non bacterially infested water, a body immune to disease, no aging and as long as the capacity to fabricate superior components and configure more expansive core power access power only growing with time, auto repair micro bots and self-correcting sub systems defragging and running other software maintenance with about as much need for personal awareness of what going on as a biological humanoid has to put into their own immune system, internal systems supported by a myriad of high-end regulators making it completely ok for him to go completely nude in the coldest tundra and be fine, only really needing time to do neural maintenance occasionally and other system checks, and seeing to his own emotional needs but still compared to organics the needs were solidly shrunk. Flying far and high, his awareness would make the sensory of a hawk look as adorable as a run-of-the-mill creatively child’s attempt to impress with their mad finger painting skills. In the distance, tell-tale lingering vapor of a biological entities vapor lingered well away from civilization. Perhaps a person marooned on an island? A hermit? Either way, protocol was to check up and see to it the individual was in a positive state. It did not take him long to find a structure that was not there a week ago and several raw material areas that have fallen short in the satellite imaging of what was there a week ago a lone figure, at least partly saiyan genetic scan, gyno physiology. Database passing through possible matches of whom this was and data such as ranking if allied with the existing army. It would not be the first time he encountered a saiyan (or half saiyan either) out of time (be it the organic specimen being it or himself, time patrol stuff). His presence seemed to be noticed, not that he was hiding it with intent beyond the normal lack of a bio field. He descended to the ground more silent than an owl, anti-grav hovering truly was a marvel. Eyes passed over everything in the area rapidly. A well constructed if simple dwelling fit for organic humanoid habitation, bout as much comfort as a saiyan would require he would surmise a safe bet to its amenities, sure he knew due to data it was recent but if not for access to satellite data and his own advanced diagnostic scan of the materials he would not be able to tell on a more human limited visual. A talented and practice hand working quickly. “I am Captain Vlad of the Avalon philanthropic assistance and first response division. Currently tasked with patrolling this and other planets in the nearby star systems to provide aid, protection, and other such support that requires rendering to the people, I am also a known aid to the saiyan reformists having saved a representative of the crown on Avalon from assassination and escorting them back. Do you require raw supplies or the likes of water purifiers? I am sworn to offer any measure of philanthropic aid required.” Vlad’s tone while muted slightly of emotion characteristic of most androids did have a kindness to it beyond the surface muting, his eyes far more on the lucid as well as electronic side and highly expressive for a mechanical entity He shuffled a bit at a respecting social boundaries distance moving with an android’s strongly utilitarian economy of motion yet with fluidity of electric motors over hydraulics, a half smile on his face eyes reflecting a very long day and reasons to be grateful robots of his type only express ‘tired’ in the body when the need to enter brain maintaining sleep protocol is reaching critical. The troubled mind of the veteran sentient machine however kept the smile at half-mast and dripping with it being protocol over his genuine state of being at ease. If Vlad did notice the warrior relaxing, he would have simply written it off, as even saiyans need to give their muscles some recovery time. The wrist blade sporting hard-light gauntlets he had on had the blades inside their home/housing side of each gauntlet the armor bearing the marks of Avalon proudly as each piece of the equipment came together in the paladin protocol package even the gauntlets were incorporated with the mark of the high-tech knights. 952
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Post by Seta on Jul 5, 2024 8:01:32 GMT -5
![](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4b49553f52ff0265c92420eec8ae288d/92adf46ebc43b60e-a9/s500x750/e90e206c84c87bffcc607983bef1ae3528126854.pnj) One hand left the ground, formed into a fist, and tucked into place behind her lower back (which was her upper back when she was upside down right?) so she was only kept from toppling thanks to her perfect balance. Solo handstands had been her jam back in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber as well as one-handed push-ups. They were oh so simple and at least in this she did not cheat with her powers. She could but she didn't. The only reason her tunic didn't fall to cover her face was it was tucked into the tan workout pants she wore. The legs of the pants did fall a little, however, showing a few myriad scars. She had items like sensu beans to heal herself after especially bad training sessions or battles but as a Saiyan she tended to let her body heal itself. (You've heard of physician heal thyself--) Besides, the ladies loved scars, wasn't that so? (Tara certainly had.)
Seta rolled her eyes as the android approached, getting a lot closer than she would normally allow but she was trying to finish this last part of training real quick.
"...Are you looking for praise?" she sneered. Did this android seriously interrupt her 'working vacation' to talk about inanities? What reformists? Should she be impressed? Honestly she wasn't even sore yet from her training and that was the real disappointment here.
Fingers twitched before she shoved at the ground. She flew into the air gracefully, did a full 360 degree spin, then landed with barely audible twin taps of her weighted training boots on the ground. With barely a thought, her sword laying in its scabbard a yard away darted through the air and the slap of wood against glove echoed through the surrounding area. With a soft scoff noise, she clipped the belt around her waist. After a quick pat of the pommel to make sure it was on right, she flicked her gaze at the Android who was. still. talking.
"Look, that's great but I've got everything I need right here," she interrupted with a sweep of her arm at the miniature training camp she had created for herself. Everything except more training time. "Now, if you don't mind... shoo. I could be called back at any time and paid time off doesn't exist for the military so I'm literally not being paid to waste my time. I've got about 48 hours left on my vacation and I need them in order to get that much stronger. Nothing else matters to me. Also, Avalonians don't like me in general because blah-de-blah it was war, build a bridge and get over it... so I doubt they'd be all that pleased with you wasting whatever supplies you have on a Saiyan like myself and I'm not filled with nearly enough spite to accept Avalonian-based help that I don't need." And wasn't that a galactic wonder? Seta practically invented spite. And if she were honest now she was on alert this android had actually been sent after the Overlord for 'crimes against Avalon'.
Her arms folded across her chest, black eyes hard and cold. So many things she wanted to get done. Her head tilted and the light reflected off the discolored skin on her neck from an adventure she would rather forget. The one scar she wished she could get rid of out of pure shame and embarrassment.
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Post by Vlad on Jul 5, 2024 15:19:11 GMT -5
The android was silently impressed, some organic calisthenics and other controls the managing without a designed gyroscopic stabilizing system or other sorts of engineered means of mobility and stance control assertion. He had no doubt on casual scans of her muscular system, she could easily manage to hold a human flag pose longer than most humans. Diligence and discipline, something that a warrior race such as hers excelled at 110% in whatever they put their lives goals to.
“Merely offering assurance that my familiarity with your people is more-so of positive relations than negative.” he went neutral faced and spoke matter of fact in tone.
Vlad gave a single nod “fine precision control, tho I suspect praise tho earned is not what that display of control was for.” he said at her acrobatic grace, something to be said when its intuition and not an overlay of precise measurements to the decimal place stopping one from falling on their face with such a display, all the things an organic has to get right with a... to be charitable, less than scientifically accurate mental simulation of what the byproduct of each calculation would yield.
“Hmm protocol is protocol, would have offered the same service to an isolated namekian redundant or not, exception to the oath exist for no race for the offer, only in imminent aggression such as a planet conquest or other aggressive acts in progress is my focus shifted from sapient aid.”
Vlad’s gaze turned quite dower “I am no stranger to the cruelty that is so often born of war, the monsters it makes mortal and machine.” he forced a weighted smile “but that’s outside my station, plenty of other branches handle reparations and rehabilitation, that is not my wheelhouse. First responder, mainly deal with agressions in progress, not crimes in the past. Besides… I can name no side that comes out with clean hands during the wars I witnessed and partook in.”
“Well, suppose I will leave you to your training…” Vlad began to float away when his mind flashed to his fall at the hands of Mira, so outclassed that the crossing of fists could not in the most charitable of definitions be called a ‘fight’ a last stand petering out like a wet fart. The weekly beat downs by Spider, the rouges' gallery of powerful mercenaries he has yet to get in a position to hold their jocks let alone stand in the ring with them.
He came to a sudden stop in his assent.
“You know… on second thought, training often is better if it is a simulation of actual combat rather than merely exercising the muscles or merely running optimization protocols to draw more out of an infinite energy core. Why don’t we engage in a bit of a friendly… contest?”
He struck a pose to show his fisticuffs style a defensive posture and the only hint that he had just enabled the firmware upgrade protocol was a glowing of his pupil with the maximization of his redundant core outputs and the emergency regulator systems interlocking into a universal function overhaul engaged.
The surrounding air started to glow and become ionized as he engaged his aura, if this fighter had the power to sense she would suddenly feel a blip of a presence to the android, a ghost in the machine she could call the spark.
Scars of the flesh were not something a machine was meant to sport, but the weight of this aura definitely had its share of wear and tear his ship of Theseus body would offer little hint to.
“I am more renown for my defiant spirit than my combat prowess, but I am willing to give a captain's effort to provide a worthy workout.” he offered before allowing her the actual opening.
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Post by Seta on Jul 5, 2024 23:23:46 GMT -5
![](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4b49553f52ff0265c92420eec8ae288d/92adf46ebc43b60e-a9/s500x750/e90e206c84c87bffcc607983bef1ae3528126854.pnj) Adjusting the blue headband sitting just at her hairline, she walked to where her innocent little bottle of water sat. With a twitch of fingers and only a small portion of her attention devoted to her goal, the bottle of water easily hopped into her hand. No way was she going to bend down nor turn her back on someone who claimed allegiance to the Avalon Protectorate.
"If you had true familiarity you'd know that the Empire is not immutable. That Saiyans aren't actually a monolith and death is a way of life. That the King changes his mind on the worthiness of those that help the Empire more often than I change my socks," she said curtly. And if it sounded like she was speaking from experience, well, that's because she was. She unscrewed the top on the bottle and dunked back a good portion of it. Rather than many of her ilk, she didn't let any of it splash on her admittedly overheated flesh. Instead, with her free hand she brushed down the front of her tunic and her power level wavered as she used ki in order to dry it off. Much better. Her tail twitched, only half-unfurled from her waist, to somewhat make it clear how pleased she was with no longer being cursed to wear a sweat-soaked shirt. Next she dried off her pants. No sense being uncomfortable while she took a small break. She was sure her grandmother would be pleased with the fact that Seta did care a lot more about the state of her clothes these days. "Honestly, I can't give two shits right now one way or the other. I'm not on duty and there is not a war going on. Which, honestly, is boring as hell." But she had promised to also behave herself as she wandered the galaxy during such a rare lull.
She took a few swigs of water, her gaze firm on this irritating interruption. A low scoff. She purposely didn't train with others these days, rarely dabbled in spars, because her specific way of doing things was almost always overwhelming. If she didn't hold back when she sparred with her now-dead girlfriend, why in the world would she extend the courtesy to anyone else? She found herself missing her myriad students. She may have outstripped them in every way, but at least they followed the ground rules she always set.
The young Overlord was in her training outfit, no armor to speak of but that hardly mattered. She had done numerous spars in the past in just a training gi. Her earliest ones, in fact, had her in the gi she had received from Roshi. Today, she wore black on black then the blue headband was the only spark of color. She had found that training in black clothing especially on planets with especially unforgiving suns (like Vegeta) was a bonus little boost to her training regimen. In addition to the weights that were built into her gloves and boots, which were both black as well. (The headband was more decorative than anything else. It functioned to try to keep the sweat out of her eyes but that was about all it was capable of doing. She had not embedded weights into the band. If only because the cloth actually came from her dead lover's body suit.)
"Is your special power that you talk people to death?" she said, tilting her head back slightly in exasperation. "You should have kept walking but fine, if it will make you shut up. I seriously doubt you really understand what you're getting into but then again, you don't seem to have the right intel about anything. Including the fact that Overlord Seta has a wanted dead or alive order throughout half the galaxy." She was double damned. A Saiyan who had been born as a hybrid. A woman who alternately was considered a war hero and a war criminal.
A familiar tickle in the part of her brain devoted to sensing the power of her opponent. Hm.
Seta only allowed a small portion of her own ki out of the dam she had built inside. It was easy to walk around with your full power on display. Completely another to keep a cap on it even during sleep. She had good reasons for stifling her power level even if her usual modus operandi was bragging. If only because she had learned that it made it hard to actually be in a ship because of the power wafting from her.
Muscles flexed as she leisurely tossed her water bottle up and down like a baseball, her boots just barely pushing her into a small modification of her crush stance. And then, in between each bounce of the bottle, small and nearly invisible blasts of ki erupted from her hand. Her movements were fast enough it didn't even look like she had aimed her hand at the android after she flicked the bottle up into the air. She relegated herself to just four of them. Four bounces up, four orbs of ki, four catches.
Words: 853 Total Word Count: 2,062
1) Crush Stance 2) Beam Ball x4
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Post by Vlad on Jul 6, 2024 13:56:25 GMT -5
He nodded with a chuckle “Ever the politician the king, to be expected.” how quick praises and metals lose meaning when in the room with different people, ceremony and other bread and circus crap to make the relationship between powers seem ‘nothing to fear, nothing to see here’ still with organics you often need something to wedge your foot in the door.
“To each their own, plenty of simulators and other less bloody contest to put one's competitive/combat flame to. I think the fewer people suffering for an expansionist power is a positive, organics in a tense but relative stable peace is preferable, plenty Olympic events and sanctioned fights/ tournaments one can set up.”
The android perhaps unsurprisingly to his mechanical nature shuffled relatively little, perhaps more than other androids with a synthetic mind that often undertook stimulation far more than other units, adjusting his wrist seeing to it the integrative coils were secured wiggling his fingers assuring no functional errors to his body lingered. A bit of steam exiting his surface as the moisture sizzled off his metal, sections of his armor aglow like LEDs in them, but a bluish green of super liquid helium coolant kept his inner world cold.
He shook his head chuckling “nono, may not have been built to fight, but I have come to learn quite a bit, and...” a lamentation seasoned tone came “deaths attributed to me were not of enemies neural processes turning to soup as painlessly as talking.”
The android did not yet power to his max, using his best combat state perhaps but still leaving 25% as a fallback, being robotic a fraction of his best could get through the bulk of the galaxy’s hazardous zones and playing to his machine strength of outlasting organics while he still had much to learn on maximizing the tank role he was capable.
She identified herself officially and her title gave him some idea that… this was going to be a tactical foe and very very capable. But Vlad charged many powerhouses to try and do what he believed was right, why not play with something on the lines of the supreme drill Sargent for some top grade PT?
The mechanical man left it to her to control the pace and tempo of this, and this was rather casual.
So he would return in kind as he watched vapor distortions in the temperature shoot out towards him, and he plotted their trajectory, shifting his placement with casual mechanical grace his overlay mapping the dimensions of the attacks allowing him to ease himself out of the coverage of the plasma
one nearly clipped his shoulder with the field
<can’t say many could condense their plasma so effectively, or at least few that try, those balls usually go about the size of a base ball, but if she wants to do casual, I can reciprocate.>
“You say saiyans are not a monolith, in my operational time I learned no species is. Met demons that can be selfless and kind, met Celestials that could give the devils they fight pointers in cruelty, met saiyan farmers that the last thing they want out of life is war, met Namekians who thrust to prove their worth on the field, met an actually self-sacrificing for others asking nothing in return changeling. Galaxy is full of all manner of surprises.” he turned looking to the sky a bit as he spoke then returned his gaze to her giving the only hint that he let out an attack being a sudden sharp glint to his eye as a spider thread thin shot of a beam exited his optic where it would hit would expand to an explosion the size of a bowling ball.
“I only hope to make your training a tad bit more eventful if only for a moment.” he projected a to do list holigraphically from his other eye and added the training routine along with the crossed out bits of defend a trade caravan, aid heatwave sufferers, hamper bandit activities. His yet to be finished be finished tasks, attend a festival for planetary solidarity and brew many tall cold ones for his fleet. Being a captain was quite the active social life fitting for a social android.
He readied himself giving little indication he was on hair trigger response, one of the many perks of being robotic, a far more passive means to mask one's readiness to react.
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1 precog evasive beam balls 2 bionic punisher + focusing lenses
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Post by Seta on Jul 6, 2024 19:49:22 GMT -5
At the mention of 'sanctioned tournaments', her upper lip twitched to show a hint of fang. A flicker of something in her eye. A little more ki than she really meant to release could be detected as her temper rocked the cage she kept it in, as best she really could nowadays. Her fists clenched at her sides, crinkling the water bottle still in her hand. After a couple moments, she flicked the bottle back towards her cabin rather than deciding to use it as a projectile like she had been contemplating doing. It chipped the wall of her cabin despite how much power she had held back in the move. She would have to fix that. Dammit. And twice dammit as she watched the android, noting her little tiny wimpy attacks had really done nothing. Well, that was the point, wasn't it? She wasn't an idiot. She wasn't about to go full steam ahead and unleash everything she had in the opening salvo. And, in all honesty, that had been Seta being playful. A cat and mouse game. She barely heard the android through the anger percolating inside of her. She would never fight in a so-called sanctioned tournament again. That was what they had called it when they flung her into the gladiator arena and made her kill and kill and kill again to survive. What, indeed, was the difference between killing on the battlefield and killing in a situation where the more you hurt -- either yourself or others-- the more people cheered? "I have personally trained a Changeling. Ah, it was glorious. Pissed both sides off but they couldn't say anything because of my rank. My skill. My usefulness." She remembered laughing with Ayakon about it and noting they both held tempers they were trying to get a handle on. The similarities between their two species that numbered quite a bit if one just decided to sit and list them out. A temper was a slippery thing, with no species in the universe having a monopoly on it. Signature brown tail lashed about behind her now, revealing her disgruntlement. Numerous Saiyans never uncurled their tail when it came to fighting. It was a weakness that was often exploited. A weakness she had crushed. All it really did when people grabbed her tail was piss her off more than she often was to begin with so deciding to grab it was at one's own peril. She really should cut it off again, honestly. But outside of it, her general appearance did not always scream 'Saiyan' especially when she did not wear her official armor. She could change her DNA as much as she liked (would Bra be proud of her that she had learned how the procedure worked, understood the terminology now when back then Seta had been absolutely clueless and had to trust the other young woman was telling the truth?), she had not been born a full Saiyan. ...Ah, she felt the familiar electric jolt as her psychic abilities, always passive, warned her she needed to get out of her head and move, dammit! She moved quickly enough that the attack seemed to actually impact her but then a second later her after image fizzled away, revealing she had not actually been there before the attack got to her. She made no noise as she floated in mid-air a number of meters above the android. Her tail curled around her waist again as she flipped around until her head was pointed at the ground. Her aura flared around her, a disconcerting ombre of red, black, and white (with the latter making very little appearance in these days of contention). Diving down like a bomber, she tucked her arms to her side rather than straight out. The wind ruffled her hair, forcing it to stand straight back on her head as she rocketed down. She made sure to go at an angle in order to allow a quick change of direction of necessary. Aimed directly at the spot between both shoulder blades of the android (or at least where shoulder blades would be if the specific model she was facing did not have much in the way of organic bone). Word Count: 703 Total Word Count: 2,765 1) Precog+Speed Teleport 2) Dragon Dive [Power Fly]
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Post by Vlad on Jul 6, 2024 21:21:19 GMT -5
The sanction tournaments bit seemed to draw unintended spike in emotion… he silently allowed his analytic evaluations to run a few scenarios to why… after a bit of computing a potential context error on his part could be seen, a technicality that a tournament to the death between inmates was every bit as much fair game for ‘sanctioned tournaments’ as earth’s far friendlier contest of warriors showing their stuff for prize money, posterity, or other prizes.
A tiny bit of egg on his face potentially but part and parcel eh? Wasn't it a pretty universal meme that androids, even the highly modeled after the minds of mortal creatures, tend to slip in areas of context? Or phrasing? Or simply being less understanding of emotions they were wired for and not subject to thousands of years of refining the code?
“I conversed with a shadow-guard loyalist and still hold a few friendships there, can only imagine what the watering whole on Avalon talk of that is like.” he tried a bit of crossing the aisle bit with that, the galaxy in deed was complications, if his brain was no less filled with an organic like redundancies and adaptive processors made to handle paradoxes he would no doubt would have mentally been reduced to a microwaved smart phone for a brain decades ago.
Much like her, he was anticipating the attack to be evaded, tho she went for something a bit more grand in evasion, tho to be fair when she left, biometrics were showing error messages to the after image before the beam passed through a leg and made a neat plot of land fit for planting a tree or something.
He detected shifts above him in the electric profile his sensor array picked up. “Clever girl” he managed before in a manner not too far removed from the reference he was pounced on.
The android’s body especially with the body he replaced with 2.0 combat frame was made to be rather tough and filled with more redundancies than his prior shell, but while his body was reliably durable and truly a marvel of sophistication… this foe clearly knew how to bite into even high grade plate, he instinctively for lack of a better term shuffled a vital system out of the range of the attack, the little opening that she offered combined with the sheer velocity of the dive however did not offer for the window he would require to reposition himself entirely out of harms way but gave him repositioning the blow to less important sub systems… under the plate and in more fibrous plating that had more of a segmented underlay of protection, a wall of chain her attack gladly made its own entry way into cascades of sparks came, and she would find the limb that went into the segment quite coated in redundant reserves of hydraulic fluids.
<a good blow deserves another>
Vlad mentally recited the Avalonian creed of rights to all sentient entities, while his hands glowed white and blue and his helmeted gem red.
“Regar-gardless of status-and and and of composition. We champion these sacred rights. That all may live free in dignity and galllllllaaaaaaaaaaccccctticicic community community and com-comraudery. Let this plasma flame burn with-with our devotion!”
He unleashed the trio of beams looking to converge the three into a purple plasma well with her at the center of the red white and blue plasma special
the android was in considerable pain, but as defiant as his albeit momentarily glitching vocals.
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Post by Seta on Jul 6, 2024 23:27:10 GMT -5
The young Overlord exploded through in a shower of sparks which probably would have hurt a lesser person than herself but really it just was irritating. Her body arched up and away from the ground like a buzzing airplane, shooting up, up, up back into the sky. Her aura flickered happily around her body, and she swatted at a tiny flame licking the hem of her training shirt, while the inner fluid of the android splattered her tunic but the color of the cloth made it near impossible to tell. That was annoying, now she would have to repair it or replace it. She could imagine Bra sighing at the idea of getting hydraulic fluid on her clothes. Actually, no, there'd be more than sighing. Shrieking, probably. An eyebrow rose as she floated high in the sky, though her hearing enhanced by her genes was easily able to pick up on the words that were garbled all to hell and back but she got the general gist of it. Now that her blood was pumping thanks to an actual fight, her mood seemed to have evened out. Was it not true that Saiyans were at their best when they were in the middle of a fight? Was this not a glimpse at the person Seta could be on the regular and yet was not because circumstances dictated otherwise? Speaking of enhanced senses, her nose was also capable of picking up the scent of the hydraulic fluid splashed on her tunic. Ugh. She better not get a migraine later. Huh. Is that what I think it is? Vega's voice in her head directed her attention from the smell to what was happening down on the ground. "Looks like fun," she muttered to herself. But that wasn't the answer to the question. Giving a primal scream, the Saiyan seemed to do the exact opposite of what you should do when staring down the barrel of a ki attack. Her hands shot out to either side of her and she floated there in the air, allowing the ki to slam full force into her body. As it did, she laughed. She fucking laughed. Her tunic melted a little on her torso, which should hurt like hell. Seta was thrown back a number of kilometers, and she allowed it. When she finally ground to a halt, she chuckled to herself as she twisted around then shot forward. Her hands were jerked to her side, near her hip and ki gathered as she flew through the air. And then she stopped before she got within striking distance. Like a shotgun, her hands were thrown forward and a giant beam of energy left her hands. It was squeezed off after a good couple of feet of ki so she could then send a second beam right after it. And then she disappeared entirely from view and from the record of ki signatures. When she reappeared, her sword was in hand and she was a hurricane, slashing and stabbing at the android in a myriad of directions with no real tell-tale sign of where she would be going next or what direction her sword would be slicing. As she worked, her body was covered in a dark aura that simultaneously was painful to actually look at straight on as if looking at a dark sun. And every time she appeared, she was laughing. The Overlord was enjoying herself perhaps a little too much.
Word Count: 576 (minus 'theme song') Total Word Count: 3,341 (minus theme song/timeline info) 0) Take Hit+Shishio [Red, White, and Blue Plasma Special] 1) Power Fly+Double Tsuihidan 2) IT+Mortoseth Shadow Assault (Last Judgment)
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Post by Vlad on Jul 7, 2024 13:51:36 GMT -5
Her response was… unanticipated from a warrior of her level, his power cap bolstered by his advanced system elevated state was a comfortable yield placing him comfortably at a tier 3 of the bounties in what he could bring to the table, but, this laughter at what had to be far less than comforting plasma burns was thinking he just added a healthy mug of nitro glycerin to this open flame.
The break lines snapping like licorice stick, he was on the runaway crazy train now.
Her charge she would note that this android was indeed capable of being very unnerved as his face let on.
His shoulders opened in response to the initial attack unleashing an ear piercing static blast that would negate the beams, but that evidently was merely the appetizer the main course quickly making itself known the blade and a dozen after images… or was that just her raw speed casing his optics to glitch and need to catch up?
The android deployed his faithless claw arm blade but when it met the saiyans blade the hard light snapped like the blade of a box cutter it did not have time to reinforce itself merely deploy and meet the blade micro seconds bought to have the blade bight into his armor at an angle and unevenly dissipate the slices… still shocks of pain shot through him each time as his blade constantly reformed to get shattered again the constant war between armor and weaponry, the slams of the blade like a riffle against a slanted tank armor each did some level of damage and got closer with each blow to causing a breach, but none could deny that CC’s fibrous underlay with dual synthetic ‘mythril’ weaving as well as avalons state of the art armor made a formidable hull for any would-be humanoid tank and a robots ‘natural’ resilience only magnified that. But as often organics put too much stock in rank, this one every analysis said it was earned and not just higher born privileged station. A battle of attrition often was at an androids greatest favor, but as the steel legion war shown, general rules can be circumvented with the right warrior.
The final strike was met by the gauntlets, but the comet breaker could not negate the attacks force and the blade slid into a seam in his arms tho it did not hit full force on the opening the sheer power siring the blade was enough to blast the android’s readouts on his hands from green to a yellow that went bright orange around where the blade caught.
His hands twitched and spammed as the redundant wires started to burn/melt/ severe/ spark
“Definitely one more than capable hot blooded warrior.” he said he shot a hand out and unleashed a photon flash as he was unsure even with the aid of his wrist blade gauntlet he would be capable of bringing out his martial arts capability
Unfortunately, for the android that was not the best choice either with his damaged wrist as he fired the quick beam, his hand at the wrist jet out a cascade of sparks and filled the air with the smell of cooked nickles.
Several pseudo ki fuses glowed white for 3 seconds and exploded, sending surges up and down his arm and hand/fingers.
“That’s gonna need an hour in the maintenance chair at least.” he looked at his body tattooed with paint splitting sword marks and dents and the whole in his abdominal area that was still oozing and sparking. “never-mind all this, suspect fortune I am not organic, pretty sure this would be grounds for going into shock.” his body had granted some level of stability to his vocals but at cost of sounding like a vocal artist had a little too much fun taking as many liberties with the vague “make it sound like a heavily mechanical human like robot, dude” the human cadences were gone but still clear he at the very least was neurologically wired to simulate emotion if the warrior was not one to believe a robot could genuinely feel.
Fortune that androids had the capacity to disable the sensory of “Blinding pain.” pretty sure that whole in his gut would pass that threshold.
“Hope this brief diversion is/has proven a mild boost to your training routine.”
One thing was clear, if he wished to ever compete with Mira or spider, he would need to get over the fear of what the pursuit of power may do to him.
Kais know spider in his lust for seeing the mighty laid low broken and crying over the loves they were powerless to save and Gills desire to control and break wills will make it, so those two never stop seeking more, they alone were enough to say the ethical thing to stop those monsters whatever the cost to his own morals, but fear of what power may erode of his conscience was ever a consideration for the emotional human like automaton.
Evil never relents, and he can't either, even with his awareness of what horrors will become potentially negotiable when he starts entertaining the narrative of the greater good more deeply.
But that was assuming the warrior was done using him as a mildly punching back punching bag, she had the better drive and blood lust and his best quick draw tool he just used.
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1 kiai.DT
2rushed guard with defensive aura shadow assault
3 photon flash
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Post by Seta on Jul 7, 2024 18:09:36 GMT -5
She spun her blade in her hand, over and over. Like a propeller it spun and it was actually extremely clear that the Saiyan was not moving at her absolute fastest through the sheer fact her sword could even be seen at all. It whistled through the air as it spun. And then she smirked, and the sword stopped spinning entirely. She shifted her body until her sword was out in front of her and her free hand was touching the blade where the word 'Truth' was inscribed. Black eyes glittered. She had not even transformed. The smell of burnt cloth and melted fibers wafted all around her from the attack she had allowed to slam into her. Small scrapes could be seen on the parts of her body the training outfit did not cover. Blood trickled from her arms. The familiar sensation of adrenaline pumping through her gave her a sense of calm which was a little paradoxical, wasn't it? But a Saiyan's endocrine system did not operate the same exact way that a Human's did. You know, I'm surprised there was no transforming this time, Vega was in her head again. Seta did not answer, her gaze firm on the android in front of her. She stood stock still in her stance and let the wind whip around them. In all honesty, she had not seen the need. And, the attack she had taken head-on (chest on?) had wounded her enough that when she healed, her Saiyan blood would make sure she became that much stronger, which was the whole point of sparring and training. It was clear Seta was not even winded. Her sword slid home in its scabbard with a rasp of metal against wood. And then she stepped forward. Slowly. The ground trembled under her feet a little as her at-rest level rose with her ki rising from the burst of adrenaline. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood to deal with a bunch of scrap metal," she stated, her tone devoid of any emotion. A couple more steps. A pause. Was she done? Was the android? Nope. She watched as the humanoid replicant powered up and a good amount of ki erupted from his hands towards towards her. Her own hands rose and then her arms moved to cross in front of her. The wave of energy crashed around her like a wave. But she stood her ground, even as the energy of the attack made her gain some more scratches to her arms and her outfit wafted in the breeze made by the attack. Laughter again sprang from her, sounding slightly delirious more than it was maniacal. "Excellent!" she said under her breath, clearly not actually answering the android when her chuckles subsided, obviously pleased with the attack that was still making her body smoke a little but that was it. "I kinda wish I had worked up a tad more sweat, if I'm honest. Just remember, I'm not the one who asked for this little show of sparks. Now, if you don't mind... I'd like to get back to enjoying my vacation. Let's hope we don't meet on the battlefield, I won't hold back then." Ah, and there it was. She had never powered up. Never even used a bit of Giji. And then she was shifting her body. Her hands moved at just shy of the speed of light as she called up a memory of her friend Trunks's signature attack. As soon as her hand signals froze, her thumbs and index fingers were touching in order to form a diamond shape. "HA!" A brilliant golden blast erupted towards the android. But she aimed it at his feet, actually, in a bid to make it clear the time together was over and/but there was more where that came from. Word Count: 638 (w/o theme song) Total Word Count: 3,979 (w/o theme song/timeline info) [Max RPC reached] Total Word Count for Vlad: 4,122 [Max RPC reached] Bonuses: champion lvl 2, combat rune, Saiyan Elite 1) Blademaster Stance 0) Take blow 2) Burning Attack Free) End OOC: Not sure what war that is but. Also: Unless I missed something, gauntlet thingy is actually completely useless against a lvl. 4 sword tech but alright I'll give the partial block. :')
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Post by Vlad on Jul 7, 2024 19:04:27 GMT -5
The resilience of the warrior was a thing to be admired tanking even better than he did with all the redundant measures to make him one resilient force, his defensive aura and the protective plating of his gauntlets stopped him from needing to replace his hands entirely but still he would be getting a docking of the months pay for an unauthorized combat routine ending in far from minor damages. Ahh the endless joys of the political red tape of Avalon it never got old, truly it never was something Vlad would just enter his own mental scape and have a reactive VI stand in be there to listen, record, and nod his head while he dreamed of the million and one things he would rather be doing.
Vlad did not think he was in danger of immediate scraping but the asymmetry in their blood lust and commitment to combat made a strong bet on if it took an extra 15 minutes or 2 full days the outcome favored her, useful as his highly advanced defensive fighting style was… well… even the mightiest stone is eroded by the sea.
Think he would prefer adding his +1 to experiencing death to a cause better than a test of growth, as a paladin protecting planets was a nobler way to be sent to say hi to king kai.
Tucking his legs into his 'gut' , he let the blast pass, but, message well received.
“Well met fine warrior lady of the saiyan empire, a fine vacation to you, should we meet in battle I will endeavor to be more worthy of your time, Also I will inform my superiors the signal is to a saiyan who should not be disturbed.”
He offered a last bow, “Farewell.” he fell back into a worm hole and vanished after receiving whatever response.
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1 tuck and float up. 2 wish well before IT out
OOC: yeah the comet breaker just makes the wearer a little tougher and blocks lvl1 but figure narrative would be a better surface to try and shield with than fingers or more fibrous arms
hope the damage detailing was nice, I had fun, battle damage as a robot is one of the big + to playing an android beyond the whole existential stuff, taking damage that would send organics on a fast trip to the ER and have it still be PG-13
hope you enjoyed this I had fun.
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