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Post by Aria on Sept 6, 2019 17:17:14 GMT -5
"...and coming to stop the invader is... is he claiming to be Chishan? Did he dye his hair or something?"
Emerald ears fluttered slightly, but only very slight because of her anatomy. There was a flash of a fang at the edge of her mouth whilst her thoughts ran rampant at such a revelation. Blue eyes scanned the screen and took in all of the combatants.. and neither was who they just named. Two of them were extremely familiar. A hot head from a planet that fought all the time. A devious prankster with a strange heart. A woman of no background.
It was amazing the news crew was still on the scene.
"He's become such an attention seeker. He's caught the attention of a rather big fish and also...a mysterious one. I'm interested. He surely caught mine."
Judging by the damage she could see, Walid was battered as usual but his moxie always pushed him through the worse of pain. He is the Avatar of War wasn't he? Now the woman wasn't a doctor but she could tell, being a warrior herself, that his body was getting more and more tender with each hit. That last blast that he seemed to partially dodge successfully still did a number on his body and the bleeding started. Would he make it stop?
'Chishan' seemed just as battered, but that was just the surface value. His ability to take punishment and the wits to know which punishments to take kept the deeper parts of the body in better shape. The last attack that the false saiyan sent to them tilted it in his favor, but by only so much.
The mysterious woman, who had just jumped in, was already starting to feel the might of the powerful saiyan. It was just a few attacks, but her vigor was a little on the short side. What made up for that, however, was her ability to brace for the attack. She had a tremendous guard and it prevented a lot of damage. She seemed built to last.
"I guess I have somewhere to be. I want to see this a bit up close."
She turned the TV off and decided to head out. Someone had to call the fight before the other killed each other.
Yan -- 16.74%DMG [-20,878VIT]
Walid -- 41.64%DMG [-43,765VIT]
A21 -- 11.45% [-26,786VIT]
RP Award: Yan -- Experience is showing itself in Yan's writing at the moment. I can tell that Walid and A21 have a ways to go on getting back into the fold of writing. Strategically, A21 is really on point, but visually I can picture the scenery better. Walid has his moxie going, but again I can just tell that Yan is more polished at the moment.
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Post by Galactic King on Sept 8, 2019 20:43:54 GMT -5
An uninvited guest strolled onto the trio’s party. What was he waiting for, valet parking? The vehicle floated overhead for only a moment before the entire area was flooded with light and heat. The android with auburn hair was thrown backwards against a building before she could even process that this was military aircraft. Thankfully, Kelioux didn’t seem to be taking the threat too seriously, and it did not take long for her to pull herself off the ground.
Of course, it took even less time for the Saiyan to materialize from the smoke. She was catapulted back into the side of the building and the cracks in the wall deepened, pushed further in from her foe’s scanty beam. Android 21’s wince transitioned to a grimace as yet another attack propelled her through the wall entirely. The cracks expanded once more and this time the entire floral shop collapsed.
Dust billowed from the debris of the razed building. Annoyance turned to anger, and the dust was replaced with a cloud of dense smoke. Faintly, in the middle of the rubble, a voice muttered something too soft to understand. Broken planks of wood, bricks, and chunks of cement rumbled; resplendent light seeped from the cracks as an incarnadine orb formed at the base. When the pressure was too dense, the debris burst outwards, joined by a shower of flowers and nails. The source of the white smoke lurched motionless in the epicenter of the expulsion.
“It hurts!” Android 21 shouted. She gazed into a shard of glass. Her clothes were torn, her hair was coated in dirt, and a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her lip. Her hands clutched her stomach tightly as if there was some other phantom pain from some invisible attack. “The... hunger!” Her words were shrill and deafening, slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter.
Sweet, delicious butter.
The android’s skin pigment grew pink. The follicles of her hair were drained of color, starting from the base to the tips, until auburn was completely replaced with ivory. Her ears pointed, a tail formed, and her eyes had mutated into crimson orbs swimming in a black sea. The growls of her stomach reverberated off the walls of this abandoned city.
“More!” she cried out, licking the ginger Saiyan’s Ki off of her fingertips like jelly. “I need to feed!” The Keliouxian aircraft was still overhead. Whether it simply hadn’t left yet, was preparing for another strike, or observing the situation was unknown. All that mattered was that it was still flying over the battlefield, and the other two participants appeared busy with each other.
The pink demon scuttled for the sky with a snack in her sights. She gripped the metallic door of the airborne vessel and tore it off, letting it fall downwards, and wasted absolutely no time in sinking her fangs into the pilot’s tender flesh. The best steak was rare, and what was more rare than raw? Android 21’s eyes lulled to the back of her skull, taken in bliss, as she drank the Keliouxian dry. It was like a great weight had been removed from her shoulders; all of the strength needed to resist her urge to feed was now at her beck and call.
She clung to the side of the aircraft with one arm and both feet, with her spare arm gripping the pale corpse of the pilot. The vehicle spiraled downwards, and she leaped before it crashed into the ground, absconding safely from the impact and the subsequent fires. She also allowed the lifeless body fall to the ground now that it was safe from the crash.
“Thanks for the pick-me-up,” the demon teased. She had landed near her opponent and had the clarity of mind to speak freely. “I’m Android 21. What should I call you? Sorry for being forward, but you just look like an absolute snack.” She used her torn sleeve to wipe the drool from her mouth with a giggle.
She would let her new friend respond, of course, before stretching both arms outwards to face him. Anything else would be rude. “Bam!” she cried out, firing a ruby-colored blast of energy which pushed the demon’s feet backward in the dirt from the recoil.
Her pink body would disappear behind the red beams, only to reappear some feet above her prey. “Boo!” she yelled with one palm outstretched, and the other gripping her own wrist for support. A sphere of energy would coalesce around the spot where her enemy had just been standing. “I wonder what’s in the wonder ball?” she asked, swatting her hand back and forth in the air. The sphere would mimic her movements, wobbling back and forth like a Pokeball. Finally, she raised both of her hands up in excitement. “It’s dinner!” The orb flung into the sky, and Android 21 took a few steps to the right in order to avoid the explosion. Once the orb fell back down to the ground, it would combust, and reveal its prize in an iridescent display of fireworks!
She laughed, lost in mania as if a brilliant joke had just been told. “Alright Jeeves,” she called out. “Time to cook Momma's dinner.” Anybody who was confused would not have to wait for long. The pale corpse dressed in a militaristic pilot’s uniform sprang to life in an unsightly manner, moving in ways that were far from normal. Once it got the hang of it, ‘Jeeves’ fired two blasts of energy at its master’s target.
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Post by Axel on Sept 12, 2019 5:46:37 GMT -5
While he was in the middle of his blow, the ginger-haired man obviously was prepared for it and launched a counter strike. His knee dug into the Avatar of War’s stomach which caused him to begin leaning over. He struggled to regain his balance, but he managed to. He looked at his opponent and his look over angered the Zaunite even more. Just what what he trying to say with an expression such as that?
Others would probably have calmed themselves down as to not allow it to interfere with the battle. Walid, however, did not do that. He decided to allow his rage to burn like a candle that had just been lit. His aura flourished even more, growing even brighter, as he felt his power getting stronger than it was before. He didn’t know who that mysterious stranger was but he hoped that they were ready for what was about to come next.
Bright orange globes then appeared around the pink-haired warrior’s fists as he channeled his energy down his arms and into it. He thought about a head on collision with his opponent like they seemed to want, but why not just destroy everything else along with them? As his power kept increasing, he struggled to keep his arms in place until it was ready. Once it was, he moved his limbs to clap his hands together. Before they could connect, the spheres collided with each other and erupted. Twelve energy blasts launched from him, attempting to cover the battlefield.
The Avatar of War wasn’t yet finished, he still wanted to rampage even more. That was when he started charging up for another round. This time, however, the orbs grew even larger than before. It had even caused the earth beneath him to rattle around as they grew stronger. Tiny bolts could be visible around the edges as well. Unlike his previous attempt, the Zaunite aimed his arms above. Doing that made his concoction leap upward into the sky.“This just in,” he said, watching as the object danced until finally colliding with one anouther, “Today’s forecast calls Cloudy with a chance of Hellish Showers”Once again, Twelve more energy blasts started to rampage through their battlefield, attempting to derail anyone they could come in contact with. His second batch was even stronger than the previous set, sharing the sparks that they had before they were unleashed around their edges. He didn’t know that if his attack was successful upon the ginger-haired man, but he didn’t care if it was. All that it meant was that he had to keep rampaging until it was enough.Ki: 72.40%
HP: 58.36%
-PL: [793,772] 957,398
-Ki: [396,886] 478,699
-Strength: 90,725 ---> 122,478
-Speed: 85,187 ---> 132,040
-Toughness: 85,429 ---> 115,329
-Stamina: 89,980 --->[87,924] 125,972
-Vitality: 85,126 ---> [71,155] 114,920
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Post by Yan Cass on Sept 12, 2019 18:46:35 GMT -5
Before Walid could react to Yan’s taunts the rubble erupted with new power as the woman screamed out her pain. Somehow Yan didn’t think she meant from his attacks, and his guard rose however slightly. Her shrill voice was less like a clean knife and more like a jagged edge ripping apart the air it passed through on all the wrong sound levels, and then she began to change. First it was her skin, growing rosier and rosier as if a blush had gone too far. Then went her hair. It turned a bone like white and suddenly it was no longer a fight of gingers. The thought was somewhat disappointing, but he knew the rest of the transformation to a degree. The pointed ears, the darkening eyes, the tail; he’d seen such a transformation from various djinns. The demonic power poured into its host and changed their physical attributes drastically. For Tomoko her hair turned blue and her grey eyes would go magenta. It wasn’t just a physical transformation either. The former commander’s djinn was a succubus and a mad one at that. Tomoko’s power doubled along with her craziness and ~sensual~ side. What was the djinn of this woman? Yan couldn’t say for sure, nor would he try. It was something that induced hunger within her, and its own level of madness. Being chained away and forced into a host tended to cause that, the question was just how dangerous it would make the woman. But she didn’t go after him. She listened to his taunts at Walid, but the Zaunite had not risen to it yet. He couldn’t. His plans were far too drastic to deliver before the demon woman was back in range. When she bolted upward, Yan’s eyes were on her, but it did not appear that she was going to release some kind of aerial attack. Instead it seemed like he had bored her, or maybe she just realized he was not going to let her eat too much of him too quickly. She needed to feed after all. The hunger was likely insatiable. She needed nourishment now. At the least it was kind of quick. Thank goodness for superhuman speed. She ripped apart the ship door and caused a beautiful amount of chaos, licking up more and more power as she went. ADEL’S DEFENSES HAVE FALLEN... WALID HAS REACHED A SNAPPING POINT... YOU SHOULD REMOVE THE CUFF... Juturna advised within his eye and Yan frowned ever so slightly, but he was not one to ignore good advice. He removed the cuff, sliding it into a pocket but he did not push his power level forward, not yet. If he could avoid using his power as Adel requested, he would, but if he needed to then it was better if he didn’t have to spend the precious time it would take to remove or break the device. He looked up again as the ship’s shadow grew larger and jumped back himself, landing in a decent stance that prepared him for more movement. The ship crashed and Yan felt Walid’s power growing, slowly but surely. The ship’s impact was almost as bad as his previous explosion, as it crashed and then skid into another building before erupting in explosive fire. The poor crew that was left were relatively trapped and Yan’s mind flashed to a long time ago on Grace. It made him frown slightly before he shook his head in an attempt to shake off the thoughts themselves, yet the wild pink woman had been somewhat reminiscent, at least until now. She had gotten some decent grub and it seemed it brought her back to her senses. ”A Saiyan Sandwich?” he answered thoughtfully, his hand going to his chin as he both remembered his act of being Chishan while forgetting to actually act like Chishan. ”How about I tell you if you survive?” he compromised with a large crooked grin before lifting his hand to gesture she come at him. He almost expected her to rush him again, but now that she had regained some clarity he more so expected her game to increase dramatically. Her ki rose this time and Yan kept his wild grin before dropping his hand completely. This would be his test of things. He wanted to see if this blast would really hold the weight of her power or if she was still playing around. The chaos seed recognized what he was doing and the black, smoke like tendrils wrapped around him to offer a guard, but that was all he gave her besides the under armor he wore regularly. Needless to say the red blast crashed into him, throwing him backward into a still standing wall. The force of it almost knocked the wind out of him and he immediately tasted blood in his mouth from semi-crushed organs. The answer was simple then, and he quickly locked his senses back in on the girl. She reappeared above him but in that moment the universe slowed down rapidly. She was frozen there, suspended in mid-air with her arm outstretched, and Yan looked at her, his tongue moving over his front teeth and gums before he kicked himself off the ground, adjusting his heightened ki to propel him forward and into a spin. The new attack formed around where he had started, but he was already gone, his feet crunching into the broken ground to build him enough traction. The ground rippled upwards with the force of his speed and by the time he stopped, and the dangerous ball of ki popped close around where he had once been there was a small mountain of debris loaded up next to his feet. Yan’s power level had risen dramatically, and yet there was no outward show of it besides this sudden acceleration. His aura stayed close to his skin and the world did not go dark or protest his new power. The sun shone. The smoke and fire burned. The battle field raged on, but the monkey’s dark eyes were far more alive and attentive than before, as if something had awakened once he fell into his true power. Something fast. The question was whether he could keep up with himself. He watched what could have been him before the girl burst into manic laughter and he smiled again, if it had ever faded before then, only to vanish in an instant when she addressed another man. Things were just getting intimate! It wasn’t exactly a man though, and Yan’s eyebrow rose at the demon girl’s creation. What was it about his opponents that they always wanted to make him play with corpses instead of face him head on? He was busy reminiscing about Chaos’ grapple happy BFF when the reanimated corpse finally got his bearings and shot out two blasts, one immediately after the other. He began to move far too late and the final nail in his little coffin of failure was when the ball expanded to reach out and catch him. He thought for sure he’d be able to avoid the second attack even with his carelessness, but the rope-like ki hindered his movements and let the next one wrap around him as soon as the first exploded. He found himself quite annoyed by this. His clothes were already in tatters but now they were completely ruined, ripped off in straight lines where the ‘rope’ twisted around him. His armor chipped and dented, pressing hard into his bruised flesh and threatening to cut him if he didn’t readjust his body the right way. The woman and her child had done their share of damage. But the attacks were not over. Almost hidden in the chaos of erupting explosions, Walid had powered himself up further and created a mess of large and dangerous pools of energy. The clap never sounded and yet the soundwave of his blasts shook the entire terrain. Yan’s left and dominant hand quickly shifted into its trademark claw, his blue ki wrapping fiercely around it, and when the blasts came towards him he moved with as much agility as he could before swiping the claw down in front of him to knock as many giant balls of fire away from him and into another set of them. He knew Walid, even if Walid did not know himself. Twelve devastating blasts changed the entire battle field. The city square they had been in had expanded outwards to flatten many of the near by buildings. Rubble, glass, stone, plastic, and wood all littered the field like a dump and getting solid footing would prove difficult now. Yan had managed to move well enough that his feet crunched some down, but it could have easily buried his feet if he was unlucky. Walid should have been satisfied by what he accomplished, but he wouldn’t be. Yan didn’t know where the girl went, or what happened to her. His focus was back and fixated on the Zaunite who’s display of power was changing the atmosphere as it sparked and cracked. This time his hands rose upward sending a spiral of monster truck tire sized balls of energy floating overhead. ”Well, fuck,” Yan let out in a hiss and this time electricity sparked and bolted around his limbs. The balls shot downward, blurring to look like beams and it was his time to completely vanish, moving fast enough to leave an after image in his wake. The ground exploded again, but with as much speed as he could manage in the slippery footing he got the fuck out of dodge, reappearing just above the explosion, high enough to avoid harmful shockwaves but not high enough to avoid being pushed back by the sheer force of Walid’s power. It sent him tumbling through the sky. He went pretty high up before he managed to spin around and face the ground again. Black energy burst around him once more as he touched deeper into the chaos seed, pulling out its power. He made sure all three of them were below him then let out a Chishan styled: ”HAAAAAH,” as he swiftly charged up his next attack. Walid could not have all the fun, and he’d be damned if the battle field was not carved out in his own image. He aimed at Walid. Black and blue electricity shot around his arm and hand before a enormous beam zoomed out from it. Whether it hit the man or not, it was not in Yan’s way to shoot pure beams. On impact of either the Zaunite or merely the ground, all the beam’s condescend power ripped apart the surrounding air particles and unleashed a truly devastating explosion with all his unsuppressed power behind it. Somewhere Adel was crying. ”THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT.”Maybe. ——— Free. Crush Stance while A21 leaves the battle
Free. Take Android 21 A3 (+3.5%)
Free. Unsuppress CompletelySpd. PF + Dodge Android 21 A4 Free. Take MN1 &2 (+7%)A1. Deflect Walid A3-4 A2. IST + Dodge DZs (Spd: 900k+) Chaos Form EndA3. Chaos Form Restart A4-Tact. Charged Chaotic Mastered Ion Blast [DR8.5 + DOUBLE DMG] (12%) Ki Used: 12% (+10.5%) Chaotic Ki: 3% Total Remaining Ki: 78.5% DMG: 16.74% Notes:
Prepped Items:
1. Bag of Sensu (1 Regular, 2 Korin’s)
2. Stasis Grenade
3. Potent Gun Powder
4. Potion
5. Potion
6. Ki Buffer
7. Ki Well
8. Faerie Dust
MVG: Energizer
Extra Shit
DMG Reduc: 35%
Majestic Cobalt Favour of the Dragon: Physical Attacks +25%
Energy Rune: Energy Attacks +1% DMG
Advanced Fisticuffs PA +1DR, Hybrids +.5DR
Ki Manipulation: EA +.5 DR
Lucky Freezing Rune
Lucky Energy Stealing Rune
Toxic Rune
Slippery Mind is in Effect
DTK Balancer -1% Ki Cost (Fundi down to .5%)
Solarweave Cloak +1 DR Flame Shield
Dark Attunement Shard +DR 1 0/1
Ice Temple: +10%/-50% Immobilize Crit
Instant Transmission 0/1
Telepathic Mastery 0/4
Telekinesis
Telekinetic Mastery 0/2
Transmute Energy 0/1
Chaos Form
Tides of Chaos (Chaotic Label = DOUBLE DAMAGE)
Maneuvers Fundie 0/2 Advanced 0/1
Reversal 0/2
Strongside 0/1
Mimic
Second Wave 1/2
Empowerment 0/1
Magical Materialization
Ring of Deceit [Rock Crusher] 1/1
Reflect Ring 1/2
Wizard Belt 0/2
Vorox Wing
Scouter
Ki Mastery 3
Sense
Ki Suppression
Phonic Ray
Daemon
Speed Teleports: 0/8
Counters: 2/4
Equipment: Body
Plated Ice Serpent Mark V Combat Armor of Constitution
Equalized Mithril Lined Solarweave Cloak of Energy and Wind
Arms
Equalized Lucky Freezing Dexterity Bracers of Wind and Rage w/Dark Attunement Shard
Interlock of Wind
Lucky Energy Stealing Thieve's Gloves of Wind
Legs
Assassin's Shoes of Grace
Equalized Leg Interlock of Wind and Fortune
Mark V Combat Greaves of Wind
Head
Mark V Helmet of Wind
Equalized DTK Balancer of Wind and Endurance
Accessory
Reflect Ring (Speed) of Wind and Combat
Titan’s Favor of Wind
Accessory
Anointed Shield
Wizard Belt of Wind and Personality
Accessory
Ring of Deceit: Rock Crusher
Equalized Reforged Saljuk Mastery Sash of Wind
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Post by Galactic King on Sept 14, 2019 21:14:27 GMT -5
The demonic damsel and the slippery Saiyan continued their dance, all whilst Walid stood idly in the distance. Android 21 was captivated by her son’s blasts hitting their mark, and paid her amnesiac ally no mind. The unnamed ginger managed to weave through her attacks, but was no match for Jeeves! He may have been ten times weaker than herself, but he had ten times the heart to make up for it.
Away from the action, the pink-haired guy started to glow. Whether he was summoning fireflies or having a bowel movement, the Majin could neither say nor care. She still had the taste on her tongue; that spicy sauce, that chaotic ki, that exotic energy! She had fed only moments ago, but was found wanting more. These snacks could only hold her for so long and she craved a feast.
“Is that…?” Android 21 muttered, squinting into the distance. Glowing orbs soared in an arc, reflecting their light off of the full moon that loomed overhead. “Aurora borealis?” If somebody had clarified that no, it was not a light resulting from disturbances in the magnetosphere caused by solar wind, it was, in fact, a Renzoku Energy Dan and she should dodge… well, she would not be able to hear that. After all, the aurora borealis had splintered off into several beams of light and one was heading right for her!
The demon kneeled down, covering the nape of her neck with her hands interlocked. The weight of the blast came down upon her back, causing her to yelp out in pain. It wasn’t often she was able to wrestle control away from her lesser half, the great auburn bore. But when she awoke, it would take the star’s military to lull her back to slumber. Whoever created her did so with extremely durable materials. The most unpleasant part of these attacks was not the force or the weight but the heat. Her back felt like it was absolutely cooking as the blast exploded.
Another great weight came, pushing Android 21’s feet down into the crust of Kelioux. She maintained her form, keeping her hands interlocked over her neck, even though the force of the attack wanted to pry them apart.
Unfortunately, the cruel life cycle of a Jeeves in captivity was a grim reminder of the inevitable fate of man. He was destined to play only a minor role, never meant to take the brunt of such an attack, and was burned to a crisp. Dead, reborn, and dead again; Android 21’s favorite son was dead.
“Oh no,” she let out with an unenthusiastic sigh. “James is dead or whatever.” His corpse had dried out from the heat of the blast, shrinking into a Jeeves Jerky that Android 21 plopped into her mouth. It didn’t relieve the pain she felt from those damned northern lights, but the snack assuaged her emotional grief from the loss of Joshua, her favorite son.
A sharp pull tugged at the back of her mind, almost like the call of an alarm that has been snoozed too many times. The alarm metaphorically rang out, ‘No! You need to move. You are already late for work!’ The ground was carved up like ham from that barrage of blasts, and she wanted to go jumping into the holes to see how deep they were. Instead, Android 21 glared upwards. Not just her eyes honed in on her foe, but also her senses. He was hovering in the sky, and her body began to move almost on instinct towards him. If there was a tsunami coming, it was best to meet the wave head-on instead of getting washed away with all the rubble. That probably wasn’t actually true, but it was how this side of Android 21 processed danger. If her eyes and senses were not enough to find precisely where to run towards, then it was good her ears were able to hear the “HAAAAAH,” that the man roared.
Dark, azure lightning spiraled around the spire of Ki racing downwards and Android 21 raced to meet it. Her mouth opened and her jaw unhinged, contorting into a conical shape that couldn’t have been painless. Air immediately gushed into her open orifice, along with dirt, and the edges of the blast that was coming downwards. She inhaled deeply, sucking the black and the blue sparks out of the attack. The colors flew from the base of the beam, along the length, and into her gaping maw, flying faster than the beam itself. Despite the beam’s massive size, as it came closer to the ground, parts of it would break off and fly down her throat. Light was helpless to escape the vacuum and it was snuffed out: extinguished.
Whoever created her did so with extremely durable materials: her stomach was a singularity. A gift, a curse, the source of her endless hunger.
Nausea clawed at her throat, and Android 21 forced down the bile. This was her feast, her victory, and she would not let it escape. Never before had she been unable to digest energy, regardless of someone’s power. A cough escaped, spurting out ivory chunks of partially digested energy. Some of it trailed from her lips, viscous and opaque. The demon wiped at her mouth, white residue staining her arm and caustic fluid coating the ground. Her stomach continued to contract violently, her face white and dripping with sweat and bile until she could hold it back no longer. With one violent contraction, the congealed contents of that chaotic energy poured out in a river of white and sticky fluids. She lurched forward on her hands and knees, tears spilling from her eyes and Ki leaking from her stomach. Her futile whimpers for help spilled out alongside the charred remains of Jeeves until there was nothing left. The pink-haired amnesiac’s attacks had been fully digested, but the Saiyan’s overflowing energy was too much to contain.
The Majin looked at the spilled contents of her stomach with a glazed over countenance, not quite understanding. “My feast…?” she choked between pants and tears. “My…” she grumbled, pulling herself off of the ground. “Feast…!” It was both a question and an accusation, and the answer was not something she could handle. She couldn’t digest an attack from this haughty, arrogant, crimson-haired monkey? All of the power that she could have gained was now spilled onto the ground, wasted. A feast perhaps, but now one for ants.
“My… FEAST!?”
The Majin opened her mouth once more to scream. Instead of sound, flying insects roared outwards. This savory snack from Arlia was forcibly expunged and buzzed around their target- the nameless Saiyan sandwich.
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Post by Axel on Sept 18, 2019 6:47:03 GMT -5
He couldn’t decide what he really wanted to do. A rampage was what his mind was telling him to do, but he also had to play it smart. After his opponent made quick work of the mess that he had left for him, it caused him to burn up inside even more. It was beginning to feel like squashing a fly on the wall for him. If only he could enlarge his weapon into a makeshift fly swatter. Unfortunately he didn’t have much time for him to reflect on such thoughts. The ginger-haired man didn’t look like he was playing around anymore.“Is that supposed to scare me?” he asked.
Numbers flashed all around the Zaunite’s scouter, but it was more than just that as well. He could feel the energy growing larger. It was then that he knew he had to make a call, either take it on like a man, or find some way to avoid it. He did have a trump card in the event he needed a quick escape. He just didn’t want to use said card in case he needed to rely on it much later on if he actually needed it. He was beginning to raise his fingertips as the sign of Yan’s call until…
The other one did something, she rushed in towards the attack and completely surprised the pink-haired warrior. What was she going to do? The woman then opened her mouth and his eyes started to widen as she began to suck in everything around her. He wanted to keep watching to see what she had planned as a follow up, but Walid decided to use it as a distraction. He quickly went into action as he started to fly around in circles high above the ground just over his opponent’s head.
Once he started to glow bright as if he was on fire he started to descend downward, still in a circular motion. Faster and faster he went, aiming to follow the ginger-haired man wherever he went if he decided to play it smart and leave. Finally the Zaunite stopped as a rampaging twister made entirely out of fire started to wreak havoc.
He then shot a look at the woman, attempting to merge his mind with hers to deliver a message.I don’t know what you are, but let’s give him hell?Ki: 59.5%
HP: 58.36%
-PL: [775,246] 957,398
-Ki: [387,623] 478,699
-Strength: 90,725 ---> 122,478
-Speed: 85,187 ---> 132,040
-Toughness: 85,429 ---> 115,329
-Stamina: 89,980 --->[72,486] 125,972
-Vitality: 85,126 ---> [71,155] 114,920
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Post by Yan Cass on Sept 18, 2019 16:06:13 GMT -5
Or not. For someone who loved explosions so much, Yan was never unimpressed to see one canceled. Sometimes there would be a pout, but it was always quite amazing to see an even stronger blast collide and shut it down, or in this case, someone manage with an entirely different skill set to negate it. The possessed android raced towards his beam like a suicidal maniac, and Yan was not sure exactly how it was going to turn out. She had managed to weather Walid’s attacks but she at least tried to brace herself for those. This one she was literally diving into. Was it a gamble? Or was she completely confident? He couldn’t tell. Mania did not equal confidence. It could still be interwoven with fear. Rather than confidence it was reckless abandon. It threw everything to the wind and didn’t care what happened or how you failed. And then she opened her mouth. It stretched like worn elastic, opening as far as it needed to in order to accompass the entire beam. Yan immediately wished he was below it, if only to see it better. As it was, behind the beam, he could only see her head tilting back and the energy going through something. He didn’t even feel kick back. It was being swallowed up, he just didn’t realize how literally until the beam completely left his hands and he was able to see the mouth close around the end of its tail. He was impressed, even when her pink face paled and a gag rose up. He was falling now, unable to keep flight on his own, but he stayed on guard, weary she might projectile vomit it back at him. Fortunately, it seemed to do her more harm than him, as it went to the ground, burning it up like real acid. She went with it, onto all fours. She escaped the majority of the violence of his attack, but harm still befell her, if only momentarily. Plus it was pretty freaking gross. Thankfully, Walid was there to distract him. No sooner than Yan’s feet touched the ground did the Zaunite leap into the space he just fell from. Once more he had entered a crazed spin and Yan could feel the heat pouring off him as the fire built up. The soot in the air sizzled as it was picked up by the wind, but Yan settled in and planted his feet. ”I already showed you,” he said as Walid came flying downwards, a humanoid tornado of death. ”THAT WON’T WORK!” He was starting to enjoy the Chishan styled shit talk. It certainly gave a different energy to the fight than his normal madness, but once again, when the tip of the tornado moved to strike him, Yan’s palm stretched outward for it to land upon it. Rather than yank him up into the fiery fury, the twister rebounded towards it’s maker, as it immediately changed trajectory like a blazing spinning top of hell. Yan still took the moment to get out of dodge, knowing that if Walid managed to escape it versus dealing with it, then it would go on it’s own rampage through the deserted square and he had no interest in being back in its line of fire. It was time for the counter attack! Or so he thought. Demon stomach was not done. This time it spit out a mess of bugs, and Yan wondered briefly if it could store other things as well, or if the eggs had just been lying in wait in cheek sacs like a chipmunk. The best weapon for bugs was a bug zapper though! His aura shot upwards and out causing the bugs to swerve off target, at least for now. The force of his aura caused bottles to clink against each other, and the monkey paused however briefly to take notice that they had also destroyed a wine cellar in their shenanigans. ”Tsk tsk, what a waste,” he hummed before scooping up a bottle who’s neck was broken very close to the top, leaving it open but still full. His free hand lifted upwards, finding Walid’s ki signature and once more the black ki flared up around it. The Zaunite would feel something warm against his chest, but not quite painful, not immediately. Yan took a swig from the bottle and his hand closed into a fist, still pointed in Walid’s direction. Immediately, as if his fist closing was the trigger the warmth spread like an infectious disease and attempted to explode right against his flesh. Yan’s palm opened again, and this time it shot out three balls, before he spun with enough speed to cause his own rush of wind to face the potentially still recovering android to give her three of her own. He couldn’t forget her after all. No, she still needed to feel the full strength of him, bare against her flesh, not just in her mouth. He gulped some of the liquor down then threw the bottle. It crashed into the ground and his aura erupted with static charge before he shot off like a rocket towards her. The first punch came in hard, but ducked low at the last second to switch into a turned uppercut that sent his fist all the way in the air even if it missed her. The static charge suddenly increased, with actual bolts of electricity surrounding his limbs now. He shot upward, and his knee snapped up before his foot shot towards her head, then with a rush of ki, he sent himself into a hard spin in an attempt to backhand her into the ground with full force. Normally this was his place to make a joke, but he was pretending to be Chishan, so when he landed back on the ground his feet planted and he made a face similar to if he were about to take a dump. ”You should be scared. Both of you! You haven’t seen what I’m truly capable of. You don’t want to see what I’m truly capable of! My mighty power is a wish that should have never been made! An angry lunatic and a crazed cannibal should know their place!”Yep, it was Chishan, so there had to be a lecture, though he did it in such a dramatic way that it would be easy to tell her was acting at this point. That or he really was a colossal prick. His hands had glowed a little as he spoke, switching his technology, but as a true finale to his words, he powered up further, this time in a spectacular fashion to mimic the Super Saiyan transformation. His aura erupted in a huge blinding light that started gold, before white, before black as it burned out the irises. The entire battle field was momentarily flooded with light, causing the shadows to stretch out more dramatically and the source itself to almost disappear. But he didn’t vanish this time, no show of fantastic speed. He waited right there for them, newly powered up aura billowing, and it would have been absolutely perfect… Except those fucking bugs were still flying around and had immediately targetted him once again, swarming him without a care in the world. ------------ A1. Reflect Hyper Tornado Attack @wally A2. Chaotic Dirty Fireworks @wally [DR5.5 + DOUBLE DMG] (3%) Second Wave. Mastered Energy Dan @both [DR4.5] (3%) A3. Energizer Spd. Burning Shoot @a21 [SA, FS: DR3.5, 1 SA, 1 QA {Immobilize}] (1%) A4. MM + Switch Ring of Deceit (Rock Crusher) w/Ring of Deceit (Solar Flare) Tact. Solar Flare @a21 (1%) Crush. Power Up! GO SSJ (+25%) Ki Used: 8% (+25%) Chaotic Ki: 0% Total Remaining Ki: 95.5% DMG: 16.74% Notes:
Prepped Items:
1. Bag of Sensu (1 Regular, 2 Korin’s)
2. Stasis Grenade
3. Potent Gun Powder
4. Potion
5. Potion
6. Ki Buffer
7. Ki Well
8. Faerie Dust
MVG: Energizer
Extra Shit
DMG Reduc: 35%
Majestic Cobalt Favour of the Dragon: Physical Attacks +25%
Energy Rune: Energy Attacks +1% DMG
Advanced Fisticuffs PA +1DR, Hybrids +.5DR
Ki Manipulation: EA +.5 DR
Lucky Freezing Rune
Lucky Energy Stealing Rune
Toxic Rune
Slippery Mind is in Effect
DTK Balancer -1% Ki Cost (Fundi down to .5%)
Solarweave Cloak +1 DR Flame Shield
Dark Attunement Shard +DR 1 0/1
Ice Temple: +10%/-50% Immobilize Crit
Instant Transmission 0/1
Telepathic Mastery 0/4
Telekinesis
Telekinetic Mastery 0/2
Transmute Energy 0/1
Chaos Form
Tides of Chaos (Chaotic Label = DOUBLE DAMAGE)
Maneuvers Fundie 0/2 Advanced 0/1
Reversal 0/2
Strongside 0/1
Mimic
Second Wave 2/2
Empowerment 0/1
Magical Materialization
Ring of Deceit [Rock Crusher] 1/1
Ring of Deceit [Solar Flare] 1/1
Reflect Ring 2/2
Wizard Belt 0/2
Vorox Wing
Scouter
Ki Mastery 3
Sense
Ki Suppression
Phonic Ray
Daemon
Speed Teleports: 0/8
Counters: 2/4
Equipment: Body
Plated Ice Serpent Mark V Combat Armor of Constitution
Equalized Mithril Lined Solarweave Cloak of Energy and Wind
Arms
Equalized Lucky Freezing Dexterity Bracers of Wind and Rage w/Dark Attunement Shard
Interlock of Wind
Lucky Energy Stealing Thieve's Gloves of Wind
Legs
Assassin's Shoes of Grace
Equalized Leg Interlock of Wind and Fortune
Mark V Combat Greaves of Wind
Head
Mark V Helmet of Wind
Equalized DTK Balancer of Wind and Endurance
Accessory
Reflect Ring (Speed) of Wind and Combat
Titan’s Favor of Wind
Accessory
Anointed Shield
Wizard Belt of Wind and Personality
Accessory
Ring of Deceit: Solar Flare
Equalized Reforged Saljuk Mastery Sash of Wind
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Post by Axel on Sept 19, 2019 0:43:06 GMT -5
His eye started to twitch, he couldn’t believe what he was watching. Much like before, his opponent decided to turn his own attack against him. It was enough to make the warrior almost foam at the mouth. He growled as soon as he watched the fiery inferno began to move towards him. He, however, wasn’t about to let him fall victim to something that he summoned. The Avatar of War was determined to make the ginger-haired man suffer for what he did.
First his palm started to glow bright orange and then he sent out a blast from his hand. It went towards his creation and stayed there. Rather than it vanishing or the shot pushing through it, something else happened. His blast collided and caused his twister to begin falling apart. It stopped its path and exploded from the spot of impact and launched fiery comets all over the place like a bomb.
He could then feel as if there was something happening within him, but he simply ignored it for the moment. His anger prevented him from doing that, not to mention he had a powerful stomach. Then while his opponent was preoccupied with drinking, the pink-haired warrior held out his arm again, sending a blast straight towards the man’s bottle. Before it struck, however, it would explode, attempting to attack the target’s back. He then grabbed his axe, and waved it around at each of the blasts, using the blade to redirect them elsewhere.“You’ll have to do a lot more than that to scare me. If you know me then you should know that,” he said.
The Avatar of War then placed his hand onto his chest and focused his telepathic powers onto the eerie feeling he felt earlier. He then tried to force it onto his opponent much like they did to him. With his left arm held out and his palm open, he slowly started to close it like a guillotine until boom, it closed and hopefully his opponent exploded. With his same hand, the Zaunite summoned yet another blast like before. He instead aimed it towards the sky.
Once it sailed high enough for it to barely be visible, he waved his hand and caused it to explode into miniature blasts that rained down from above onto the battlefield. He figured that if his opponent tried evading, an assault from above was for the best. By that point he felt a drop of sweat from his hair onto his nose, but he chose to ignore it. He was going to win or die trying. Deep inside of his throat he felt power building up and then he opened his mouth wide.
Three blasts launched from inside of him and went straight towards the ginger-haired man. He could feel the sweat even more, but once again he chose to pretend that it didn’t exist to him. He wanted to prove at least one thing. Flames burned around his body as he kicked off the ground and moved as fast as he could, almost as if he was preparing another twister. While he traveled, the flames around his body started to grow larger and larger. The Avatar of War went around and around reaching blur-like speeds and then changed his direction.
He was aiming straight for his opponent with his fist held out. The flames then lifted off his body and formed into a dragon, projecting flames from their mouth as its user charged on towards the man. The beast then took a mind of his own and went around the Zaunite’s body.“Get fisted ya bastard,” he shouted as he attempted to slam his fist into his opponent’s gut with the dragon following in from behind.Ki: 11.7%
HP: 58.36%
-PL: [694,248] 957,398
-Ki: [347,124] 478,699
-Strength: 90,725 ---> 122,478
-Speed: 85,187 ---> 132,040
-Toughness: 85,429 ---> 115,329
-Stamina: 89,980 ---> [38,162] 125,972
-Vitality: 85,126 ---> [71,155] 114,920
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Post by Galactic King on Sept 21, 2019 4:24:12 GMT -5
A trio of orbs flew towards Android 21, but it was child’s play to knock them away with her hand. They changed trajectory before fizzing out and disappearing. The man had appeared quick enough, but a straightforward attack like that would no longer work on her. Or so she thought. The Saiyan impostor was there in an instant to deliver a punch. Android 21 crossed her arms to block it, and that is what her foe had counted on. At the last moment, his fist curved upwards and sent her flying into the air. Her mind was racing with plots of aerial assaults; until she was interrupted with a kick to the head! Somehow, this man had flown faster than she had been sent flying. And even faster still, the man appeared behind her and sent her back down to the ground. The ground buckled under the immense force and formed a miniature crater in the middle of an even bigger crater from earlier. “I’m gonna carve him up like swiss cheese,” she growled, putting more emphasis on the threat itself than the thought of food.
There were two sides to Android 21, that much was plain to see. It was not so black and white, and not entirely accurate to say they were separated. For example, the auburn-haired scientist was incredibly intelligent and quick to understand new things. Though she lay dormant inside of her evil half, this useful trait lived on. The more her enemy attacked her, the more she understood. She was beginning to learn how to predict certain factors such as, “How much will this hurt?” And instead of simply noticing that the Saiyan was faster, she began to see just how much faster he was. Pieces of the picture were becoming clearer.
Dark eyes stared at their prey to observe and to learn. Perhaps they stared too intently; as the Saiyan powered up, his aura let out a blinding light that caused Android 21 to yelp in pain. Being punched undoubtedly hurt more than stepping on a tack, yet the surprise associated with the tack made it the more painful. It was the same here, where the demon found herself nearly scratching at her eyeballs to try to ease the pain.
The pain subsided, and it was not anger nor anguish that covered the demon’s visage. She was smiling. She was watching. She had figured it out. The pink monstrosity was not so well-versed in the technique that she could simply expel light with her energy, but she was able to amplify her energy into light with the use of her hands. She placed her hands to her face and sent out a blinding wave of light right back to the Saiyan with a huge grin.
It was time to go on the offensive.
“Oh, I’m scared,” she teased in response to his outcry. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar they had exposed and chugged it, discarding the glass container aside. “Scared I’ll overcook my dinner,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands clasped together and began to gather Ki between them. The red haired man did an excellent job of distracting, but a couple stray blasts also impacted herself! They stung, and they definitely stung more than if she had anticipated the attack. The energy was absorbed into her skin, but it did little to soothe the pain.
Her fiery ally at least made himself useful and put on a tremendous display of fireworks, allowing Android 21 time enough to prepare an attack. She held onto the energy for as long as she could, eager to see how the Saiyan would deal with her ally’s attack. She was a clever hunter and knew that in his superior speed, the ginger monkey would certainly dodge that attack. It was the smartest move, after all, so why wouldn’t he?
Android 21 would wait. She would wait for that key moment. As soon as somebody thought they were safe, even for a split second, their guards were the most down. It was now or never! The demon was not quick, but this was possibly an advantage as it would lead to a surprise. With every ounce of speed she could muster, the sudden shift in acceleration would make it seem as though she teleported… only to reappear right above her prey.
She fought the urge to taunt her foe, and to say something witty, and to give the birdie. All she allowed herself to do was pry her palms apart and release the incredible amount of energy as a beam of Ki.. Though, even if it hit the mark, that would not exactly be ideal. The Ki was so concentrated that it would explode, leveling everything for miles. Her ally would probably die, but that’s what he got for hitting her so many times! She saw this as an absolute win.
Unlike her enemy, however, she was not content to sit idly by and watch the impending explosion.
“Die!” she yelled out, hurling two spheres of energy from her hands like frisbees at where her slippery Saiyan had gone off to. “No more puns!” she declared, hurling two more rather large bubbles of energy at her target. “Just die!!”
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Post by Yan Cass on Sept 21, 2019 18:12:06 GMT -5
Walid sent a blast towards the tornado and it froze on impact, but Yan had taken some distance and hadn’t let his senses completely off the dangerous attack. When it exploded and the blasts rocketed across the battlefield, Yan planted his foot in a hard pivot and stuck out his hand palm forward. The technological glove around his hand shimmered before it spread out before him in a makeshift shield. He ducked down under it to make sure it covered him properly before the blasts crashed into it with full force. He felt it like a hit against a pillow, absorbed and cushioned but still pushing him back. But his feet were planted, and he only slid an inch before the blasts were absorbed or behind him and his palm immediately clenched. The shield shattered and ki rapidly expanded across the Zaunite’s chest once more, exploding as Yan’s hand completely closed. He got his drink in but as he was about to toss it, Walid made a counter attack. It was a slow blast, but so was the last one before it merged with his tornado. Back then it was corrupted, but he got the gist of Walid’s ki now. The bottle exploded not from direct impact but because multiple blasts suddenly shot through it, attempting to get around the monkey who countered by flaring up his aura once more. His ki signature changed, and for a moment, Yan felt very much like Walid. The ki merged in with his aura like it had the tornado while the rest of the blasts shot out towards the Zaunite’s ally. He could hardly keep track of her in this dance of reflections, but he followed her ki signature to shoot his own. He wanted to keep her preoccupied, but Walid’s attack probably did that for him. His own blast was swiped away easily, though that was his intention. He wanted her to take that momentary pause, and then he was off. His attacks landed and things seemed to be back on track. He did his speech, all was well, except Walid was still lost three posts ago. He’d catch up. Probably. If he was allowed to so greatly confuse the timeline then Yan would do it too! At least Walid got in his own side comment though he barely acknowledged the speech. Oh well. Unfortunately, once again the pink demon lady had to ruin his grand moment, not that Walid was paying attention. His grand light show was reflected back at him and for a moment they were both in space; a void of darkness lit up by blazing stars. It was quite unpleasant and he regretted his actions immensely. No one deserved to be forced to stare directly into an LED light. It was sad that he missed her grin, but probably better for his act. If he saw her grinning he would want to grin back. As it was she was just a voice in the darkness. Even Walid’s dramatic actions were missed, much to Yan’s disappointment if he ever found out. The energy began to build, but his skin was already tingling from the brilliant burning sunlight, and he did not realize he needed to leap back until it was too late. He did manage to take a step but it was right onto a rock that unsettled his balance and let the blast propel him backwards in a stumble. At this point Yan’s eyes closed and he moved to clear his thoughts. His body was achy, the fresh explosion was still burning. He could feel the rips in his flesh distinctively. Anna did not like him using too much of his normal brain numbers around Barkley and he completely agreed. In many fights he could take each hit and feel nothing. He could get back up through any attack, further damaging himself without a care in the world. Now was not a lot different. He did not take those pills for physical ailments. He had long made himself a master of pain, accepting it into every aspect of his being. He felt it. He felt his adrenaline pumping due to it, sending the blood out and around even faster. He felt it all, and he accepted it, letting it fade into the background of his other senses. He felt the blasts split even so far away. He wouldn’t have been able to see it even if he could see clearly, so relying so much heavier on this sense was better for him. In his mind’s eye he could see every single blast, and through battle experience alone had a good feeling as to where exactly they would hit. He could see it too, almost psychically, exactly what he needed to do. He jumped back to his feet, and took a few quick steps backwards, then one to the side. The blasts fell like heavy rain and yet each one missed him by just a few millimeters, sending dirt and grime up his legs as they impacted with the ground. But they did not harm him, nor were they his priority. He felt something far, far more dangerous on the horizon. Multiple things, but the clearest was Walid in his truest form. His eyes snapped open, and he fixed his footing so that the vicious blasts would not knock him off balance even as they cut and burned through his clothes and armor now, creating new bruises where they couldn’t directly hit his skin. He braced for it, but his eyes darted around the battlefield, and as the last blast struck he ran like a little bitch. It wasn’t directly away from Walid. He zipped in a diagonal, leaving a wave of blue ki behind him as if he truly were Sonic the Hedgehog rolled into his trademark spin. It would force the Zaunite to have to change his course mid-rush. The world slowed again, and yet Walid and his dragon were still coming at him dangerously fast, so rather than do a straight forward race, he slowed enough that Walid would make his full swing than flung himself right through the hole Android 21 had created in his last mess of speed. He ducked down into a roll as he did, before blasting his ki downwards to send him flying back out of the shop window. The glass shattered for him and the force of the punch slammed into the shop, demolishing it without any effort. The dragon continued forward from the man’s fist, swimming just above Yan’s grounded body before dissipating. He didn’t drop his guard though. As soon as it was safe, he immediately flipped himself into a crouched position ready to take off like a cat at the first sign of more trouble. It didn’t come. His senses were sharp, fueled by the close call and he could still feel Android 21’s ki waiting to be unleashed. The fight had become do or die and he was not going to die. Before the moment was even over, he decided, and launched himself back into the air. The force propelled him quite high up, and this was her moment. Maybe she hadn’t noticed but the monkey could not fly. After every attack he fell naturally to the ground and never once floated above it. He shot like a rocket and that was it, but could he do it in mid-flight? Even if he could, he was open on all sides. This was the closest she was going to get. And then she did it. With speed he could almost see, her form shifted before reappearing right above him. He didn’t look up at her just as she didn’t give him anymore words. They were both entirely focused on what they needed to do next. The beam erupted towards him, and his ki flared up almost large enough to encompass her and the attack, but in an instant it shifted and he shot like a rocket out of the initial range of the beam. It wasn’t a huge beam to avoid, and yet, he had a feeling of what it would do. Maybe it was because the only beams he had were the type that exploded, or maybe he just wanted it to explode. The latter probably seemed suicidal of him but he really, really like explosions and they needed a big bang. Just because he wanted it, however, did not mean he didn’t brace himself for it. He had shot in another diagonal, further skyward, and his massive aura pulled back, coating his entire body with shielding while his thumbs clicked to fix his gear as much as it could in such a nano-second. It was Damaskian tech though, and they knew how to be speedy, then he rolled himself into a turtle guard to protect all his organs and head. When it did explode, he was envious, though again, he had to see it with his mind’s eye and not his actual vision. It wasn’t just a singular explosion. The force of the blast shot all the way up to him, ripping into his guard before releasing two more waves of ki that erupted and crashed into him like a very dangerous current. It pulled him right out of the air even as he forced his ki to push him in the other direction. He was riding just the edge of it and yet his limbs were on fire, his back scorched, and he felt crushed into that ball, even with his ki shielding, but he was a master of pain and this was not going to get to him. He refused to let it get to him, and he forced back as much ki as possible to keep him from slamming into the ground at full force. Besides, Yan was very used to being a pinball. The two dangerous blasts chased after him the whole way, and Yan slammed hard into the ground and into a roll, still squashed together like something compacted by a dump truck, but on the second hit to the ground, he rocketed out again, shooting his ki behind him so he could take to the air before the blasts could crash into his squished form. The forceful explosion from those two blasts shoved him further up, but there were no buildings left to crash into. He was sent freely into the air, and able to pull himself apart, letting out an anguished shout as he did so, his aura expanding as he stretched, causing the other two blasts to fade into nothing. It took him a moment, as he stretched out all his limbs, groaning as he did. Pieces of armor and skin fell away, until he landed flat on his back again, which caused him to let out another squeak of pain. Acknowledging his beat up-ness, he dropped his power level down to zero to let them think he was dead. He needed at least a few moments. His arms and shins were done ragged from his turtle guard, and he looked down to them in contemplation. He wiggled his fingers for a bit, making sure he could move his limbs still. He was still alive probably, but not in a keen position. So he moved his thumb to press a button on the Shadowguard bracer. It made him shimmer a little and he waited as the technology healed him up to an extent. He let out a sigh, and then slowly lifted himself to his feet. Without unsuppressing he lifted his hands and clapped them together in a quiet applause that would be piercingly loud in the pure silence her explosion left behind, if their ear drums weren’t damaged by it. It was a slow deliberate clap and if he could find his opponents he would grin. His Chishan demeanor had faded entirely in his fall, and now he seemed childishly excited. ”If you added a pun it would have been perfect,” he said to the girl, then stood on his tiptoes to see if he could find Walid. The ki waves had flattened the crater into Kelioux’s own sunken circle. They at least had a flat surface to rebuild on. The thought cracked him up, and he covered his mouth to hide the laugh, though he was still ready to be attacked once more. Flames of Hell (Toughness) (3%) Armored Tou: 300,495Spd. Reversal Kakusudan w/Dirty Fireworks (3%) [DR5.5] @wally Free. Shishio Kakusudan
Free. Take Wally A4 (+3%)
Free. Take Wally Arlian Hive 1 (+2%)A1. Zanzoken + Dodge Dragon Fist (2%) A2. Stun A3. Stun A4. Ki Buffer vs Energy Drink [Blind] Free. Double Zanzoken (5%)DZ1. Block A21 Arilian Hives [Blind] DZ2. Dodge DBBA1 Tact. Kiai vs DBBA2 Free. Ki Suppression: low as you can goE1. Eat Korrin Sensu Bean Ki Used: 13% (+5%, +30%) Chaotic Ki: 5% Total Remaining Ki: 100% DMG: 16.74% Notes:
Prepped Items:
1. Bag of Sensu (1 Regular, 2 Korin’s)
2. Stasis Grenade
3. Potent Gun Powder
4. Potion
5. Potion
6. Ki Buffer
7. Ki Well
8. Faerie Dust
MVG: Energizer
Extra Shit
DMG Reduc: 35%
Majestic Cobalt Favour of the Dragon: Physical Attacks +25%
Energy Rune: Energy Attacks +1% DMG
Advanced Fisticuffs PA +1DR, Hybrids +.5DR
Ki Manipulation: EA +.5 DR
Lucky Freezing Rune
Lucky Energy Stealing Rune
Toxic Rune
Slippery Mind is in Effect
DTK Balancer -1% Ki Cost (Fundi down to .5%)
Solarweave Cloak +1 DR Flame Shield
Dark Attunement Shard +DR 1 0/1
Ice Temple: +10%/-50% Immobilize Crit
Instant Transmission 0/1
Telepathic Mastery 0/4
Telekinesis
Telekinetic Mastery 0/2
Transmute Energy 0/1
Chaos Form
Tides of Chaos (Chaotic Label = DOUBLE DAMAGE)
Maneuvers Fundie 0/2 Advanced 0/1
Reversal 1/3
Strongside 0/1
Mimic
Second Wave 2/2
Empowerment 0/1
Magical Materialization
Ring of Deceit [Rock Crusher] 1/1
Ring of Deceit [Solar Flare] 1/1
Reflect Ring 2/2
Wizard Belt 0/2
Vorox Wing
Scouter
Ki Mastery 3
Sense
Ki Suppression
Phonic Ray
Daemon
Speed Teleports: 0/8
Counters: 2/4
Equipment: Body
Plated Ice Serpent Mark V Combat Armor of Constitution
Equalized Mithril Lined Solarweave Cloak of Energy and Wind
Arms
Equalized Lucky Freezing Dexterity Bracers of Wind and Rage w/Dark Attunement Shard
Interlock of Wind
Lucky Energy Stealing Thieve's Gloves of Wind
Legs
Assassin's Shoes of Grace
Equalized Leg Interlock of Wind and Fortune
Mark V Combat Greaves of Wind
Head
Mark V Helmet of Wind
Equalized DTK Balancer of Wind and Endurance
Accessory
Reflect Ring (Speed) of Wind and Combat
Titan’s Favor of Wind
Accessory
Anointed Shield
Wizard Belt of Wind and Personality
Accessory
Ring of Deceit: Solar Flare
Equalized Reforged Saljuk Mastery Sash of Wind
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Post by Aria on Sept 21, 2019 21:19:00 GMT -5
The curse of power was the inevitable need to destroy things. Everything within a few miles had been wiped clean and what used to be a location thriving with life, was now desolate. The battle could definitely carry itself on without the worry of by standers getting in the way. Some escaped, while others seem not so lucky, not everything was coated in sugar. There was now no where to hide, however. It would be quite difficult to utilize cover to maneuver when there was nothing.
”Those idiots. It takes this much destruction to swing your fucking dick around?”
The emerald woman, who was observing the fight from a distance, dropped a sapphire colored barrier that protected her from the massive blast. The barrier barely even held up. If it wasn’t for her being so far away to begin with, she would have had to enter the fray herself and help put an end to the battle.
Who would she had sided with? That was very hard to say. She knew two of the three, and they just so happen to be opposing each other. The father of her granddaughter. A lost friend that only seemed to put a smile on her face knowing that he was alive and well. She decided to sit back and observe some more. When the battle was over that would be when she decided to reveal herself.
Yan -- 99.61%DMG [-192,856VIT] >>>> 44.82% [-86,785VIT]
Walid -- 52.64%DMG [-61,415VIT]
A21 -- 79.21% [-98,184VIT]
All criticals have failed. It's a nice clean game.
Rp Awards: Andriod 21 - I like that. Immediately stepped the game up. Your writing has improved and almost feels like it improved during your absence, that was a good read.
Yan, as usual your emotions are in the text, A21 got the best of ya though. I mean you did excellent job describing your pain though. It was a good read still.
Walid, keep going. I know you can boost your writing up some more!
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Post by Axel on Sept 23, 2019 13:43:03 GMT -5
Once again he felt the tremendous feeling in his stomach, but he wasn’t worried about it. There wasn’t, or at least he liked to think, that could ruin his insides. He stomach worked hard to compress whatever Ki was inside of him until he grew smaller and smaller. Eventually it had disappeared and the pink-haired warrior burped, releasing a plume of smoke. It did leave a bad taste in his mouth, but that was all that it did.
Just when he thought that the worse was out of the way and behind him, he watched as his scouter started to beep rapidly. More than just that, he could feel a tremendous amount of energy coming. He looked above his opponent to see that it was the woman. He didn’t know exactly what she was about to do, but he felt like he wasn’t going to survive whatever was going to come out. That was when Walid placed his fingertips to his forehead and was about to focus a lock onto his ally’s energy but something went wrong.
He disappeared, but he was inside of the vessel from before that landed. The tech inside was more advanced than anything the Zaunite had ever seen before in his life. Outfitted with hardened coated grade Keliouxan steel but was infused with a bright glow designed to withstand harsh punishment from energy attacks. It even had a energy feel to it, almost as if it had a signature of its own. It was a long shot he thought, but maybe the Keliouxan Army could help him through this crisis. He still didn’t understand what happened. Did he use that ability wrong? His thoughts were then interrupted by a weak voice.“Help… me…” a wounded Keliouxan on the floor held his hand towards the Zaunite.“Yourself? I’m trying to help MYSELF first,” he said and then banged the backend of his axe onto the man’s head to knock them unconscious, “Nighty Night.”He looked out of the window and saw the beam appear, which prompted him to go into immediate panic mode. He jumped into the pilot seat and pressed whatever button he could. He’d never flown a copter before and hitting every button would eventually help, right? If only he hadn’t knocked the only one that might be able to help him out. The spacecraft then started to shake a bit, causing him to rush him even more. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a glowing safe that’s door had been banged open.“I have literally no other choice,” he said, tossing the tomes out that were held inside, traded places, and then slammed the door shut.
The blastwave then swallowed up the battlefield with the vessel that the pink-haired warrior was inside as well. Unknowingly, the random button mashing had caused the craft to ascend into the air, but in a swerving motion like a drunk driver. The explosion managed to aid it a but, pushing it higher and higher into the sky. Bit and pieces of it rained down along with whatever rubble could be seen until there was nothing left but an object floating in the air.“Ahhhhhhh,” Walid let out as everything was spinning around. His body bouncing all over the place within the makeshift tiny house just big enough for him to squeeze into a ball. He didn’t know what was going to happen first. His safe haven exploding or his lunch coming up.
The door came open again, but by that point the beam had already left the area where the pink-haired warrior’s body started to fall. Even while falling, the spinning kept on until he landed onto the ground. He then got back up acting as if nothing had happened. His eyes, however, told another story as they spun all over the place along with his balance.“I’m not done with you yet!,” he said and then gripped his weapon and swung it in a wild-like style towards where he thought his opponent was.Ki: 0.8%
HP: 47.36%
-PL: [643,296] 957,398
-Ki: [321,648] 478,699
-Strength: 90,725 ---> 122,478
-Speed: 85,187 ---> 132,040
-Toughness: 85,429 ---> 115,329
-Stamina: 89,980 ---> [30,336] 125,972
-Vitality: 85,126 ---> [53,505] 114,920
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Post by Galactic King on Sept 27, 2019 1:28:15 GMT -5
“Oh?” The pink demon exclaimed between breaths. Her shoulders visibly moved up and down, mirroring her inhales and exhales. “Are you making light of the situation?” There was no malice woven between her words, but it still would have made a normal person uneasy to hear them. This was probably because she had just decimated everything around for miles; uneasiness was the natural response!
And yet, this Saiyan simply loafed around. It was a lackadaisical attitude afforded to him because he saw no reason to take the situation seriously. “Is it, perhaps, you have more to show?” It may have been that her prey saw no way out of this situation, in which case she would enjoy a tasty snack soon enough. But it may have also been that this was no prey at all; that this man was strong. That her thirst for Ki could be quenched by merely fighting him, that her hunger could be subsided with the excess energy of stray attacks, that she could give everything she had and still not win… these realizations blended together and formed a new taste entirely!
“Have you been… holding back?” Her face turned pink enough to blush, which only served to show how embarrassed she truly was as her entire body was pink. The Saiyan cells inside of her wanted to cleave her opponent in two. How dare he scoff at her mightiest attack! The human cells inside of her wanted to flee; just how strong was this guy? There were a plethora of cells inside of her, from races and DNA she had yet to know.
The amalgamation of these cells, Android 21, was anxious. She grabbed the sides of her face and rubbed at her tongue with her pinky finger, imagining the succulent flavors this man would provide. It was in her nature to always go straight for dessert. She had no impulse control and would devour even a child if that were the most convenient snack. But this was a different feeling. She wanted to savor this meal, she wanted to work for it, she wanted to tire out the meat before sinking her fangs into it. “Oh god, the juices!”
She was behind him as if she had always been there. Her arms had already been extended to embrace her new friend and would now clasp around where he had just been. If the Saiyan felt the pressure of her arms around him, then he would feel the intense and passionate manifestation of Android 21’s desire to eat him. This was a burning heat interlaced with a frigid chill; the desire to eat yet the sadness of there being nothing left once it was over. The fleeting sensation of satiety before being replaced by ravenous hunger.
There was also a considerable amount of drool.
“Let me marinate you in your blood!” she cried out in desperation, attempting to sink her teeth into the man’s shoulder. “Garnish you with fleshy zest!” She would climb down, attempting to bite at his ankles and scurry away before he could punish her. The thought turned her even pinker!
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Post by Yan Cass on Sept 27, 2019 19:20:50 GMT -5
Yan flashed Android 21 a grin to answer her question. Yan was not a normal person after all, and the destruction around him was what he was used to. He had almost lost consciousness near moments ago, but that just gave energy to his grin. The situation was light. The consequences were light. Maybe he would die here today, but what mattered was that he had fun, and things were spicing up nicely. Would this anger the woman? No, she was weary. She saw his overconfidence as a threat, a hidden secret to his real power. Did he have more to show? If he did, wouldn't he have released it for that hell beam? Well, he had been a bit pressed for time. Holding back wasn’t the right word though. They had rightfully pushed him around, more than other opponents. He felt a complete loss of control in the wake of that beam, and it excited him. It excited him enough to drop the facade of Chishan and show his true colors, mad grin and all. And that was when Yan heard the loud creaking of broken metal. He hadn’t forgotten about Walid. How could he? But he had been a little busy getting himself back together and was happy to see the Zaunite was just as worse for wear. He stumbled out of the torn apart vessel, most likely covered in blood and wounds, like a zombie out of one of Juturna’s films. He fell down flat on his face and Yan grinned wider, knowing with one hundred percent certainty that the man was going to get right back up. And he did. He climbed to his feet and lumbered a rush towards Yan and the monkey braced for the attack, setting himself to move only...Walid’s drunken martial arts style sent the wild swing curving at the last minute, and the sharpened blade cut in the monkey’s worn down armor. Yan winced. The healing he had gone through was limited, and his body was still soft and almost malleable. The cut felt heavier now, sharper, and it took Yan a moment longer than usual to recover, in which time the woman wrapped around him from behind. ”Oh my,” he whispered to her, his tone alluring and flirtatious. ”If you meant this kind of eating…” Unfortunately for the woman, her energy sunk right into him, but not the way she wanted it to. He absorbed it like a sponge happy to be squished by her, and soon her arms would feel her own hunger sent back at her. It would grip at her, hotter and colder, fiercer and lonelier. It ripped at her arms, and then her face as her sharp teeth bit into him. It was still sharp and vicious, more like a rabid beast trying to take a chunk of flesh out of him, but he’d had some pleasurable times with those types too, and he took it in stride, pushing his aura out more to increase the wanting with a spark of his own at her teasing. He was almost disappointed that she scurried away, but he understood why, and that pleased him too. She had gotten used to his sadism, and she both wanted it and detested it. She would crawl away now, as quick as she could, simply so he could give chase and make him work for her masochism. He rubbed his ankles together, and lifted one hand to apply pressure on his shoulder. ”Not yet,” he promised her, his gaze shifting to Walid who was still spinning a bit. The hand at Yan’s side flexed its fingers outward before he pulled them into a closed fist, and once more Walid’s scouter would experience a fury of beeps. She’d feel it too. The question was, would she be able to handle it, or would she vomit him up once more? He wanted to see. So his power grew even higher, the fist at his side releasing blue lightning bolts that pulsed around the limb as if he were vibrating it at intense speeds. It surrounded his entire arm until it was like a flashing blue white armor. His fist opened, and his fingers had morphed into claws and he looked up to the woman, to the demon, the djinn, the majin, the android, and he flashed her one more smile--and then he was off. He shot right towards her in a rush of blue fire and electricity, his armored arm pulled back until he could reach her and then it slashed down like five blades aiming to split her into pieces. The sheer force of the slash caused the ground to erupt in protest, but it didn’t stop there. The ki poured out from those slices and ripped forward in its own charge, flying after her before it gained wings and shot upwards in a quick spin before dragon diving back down upon her, wherever she might have ended up, its own talons hoping to finish the job, before it tried to make her exactly what she wanted from Yan the whole battle: a meal. Yan’s grin grew with an almost childlike wonder at his own success, even if it missed her entirely. It hadn’t been a fully formed dragon but the power behind it was absolute and it was the first time he had managed to rip that technique out correctly. Somewhere the Shadow Maker was proud of him. They could probably feel his energy signature from wherever they were. The galaxy probably could. He wasn’t done though. Walid was still standing, and he had more faith in the woman than would allow him to believe that that was the end of her. The energy around his left arm had gone off with the dragon, but it reformed in an instant, this time welling at his fingertips. He wasn’t pretending to be Chishan now, so he didn’t let out a sound, drawing his energy up with exceptional speed and dangerous levels of ki control. It was back to his own style, and he would take everything up close and personal.This time he rushed towards Walid. His fingers pulled together to form a misshapen and lumpy ball of ki until he was almost directly into the Zaunite’s face. Only then did his hand open once more to release the concentrated ball of doom. Whether it hit him directly or not, like Android 21’s previous attack, it did not matter. The ball expanded into an explosion that recaptured the entire battle field and more, making the future Crater City grow larger. The atoms burned up and blue fire erupted like a volcano, wider than any natural one, had just unleashed a hundred years worth of fire. It welled as the fire moved upwards and the shock waves rushed out in all directions, leveling even more of the battle field, crushing anything in its wake. The world turned black, with only the edges dancing with firefly like flames. It swallowed all three of them up, even Yan, his own ki kissing him like a gentle rain while it ripped everything else apart with a violence not yet seen in the monkey before this. The question was whether this would be the final act of violence, or if this wasn’t quite enough yet. -------------------------------- Free. Take Walid A4.Spd. Transmute a21 A1 {FS: DR3.5 Immobilize x3} Free. Take a21 A3-Tact.
Chaos Form EndA1. Knight of Hell A2/A3/A4. PF + Charged Dragon Fist @a21 [DR12] (13.5%) PL: 6.9 mil Tact-E2. Empowered Dark Electro Eclipse Bomb [DR12] (25/21%) PL: 6.8 mil Ki Used: 34.5% Chaotic Ki: 13.5% (forgot the chouz) Total Remaining Ki: 65.5% DMG: 44.82% Notes:
Prepped Items:
1. Bag of Sensu (1 Regular, 1 Korin’s) [USED]
2. Stasis Grenade
3. Potent Gun Powder
4. Potion
5. Potion
6. Ki Buffer
7. Ki Well
8. Faerie Dust
MVG: Energizer
Extra Shit
DMG Reduc: 35%
Majestic Cobalt Favour of the Dragon: Physical Attacks +25%
Energy Rune: Energy Attacks +1% DMG
Advanced Fisticuffs PA +1DR, Hybrids +.5DR
Ki Manipulation: EA +.5 DR
Lucky Freezing Rune
Lucky Energy Stealing Rune
Toxic Rune
Slippery Mind is in Effect
DTK Balancer -1% Ki Cost (Fundi down to .5%)
Solarweave Cloak +1 DR Flame Shield
Dark Attunement Shard +DR 1 0/1
Ice Temple: +10%/-50% Immobilize Crit
Instant Transmission 0/1
Telepathic Mastery 0/4
Telekinesis
Telekinetic Mastery 0/2
Transmute Energy 0/1
Chaos Form
Tides of Chaos (Chaotic Label = DOUBLE DAMAGE)
Maneuvers Fundie 0/2 Advanced 0/1
Reversal 1/3
Strongside 0/1
Mimic
Second Wave 2/2
Empowerment 1/1
Magical Materialization
Ring of Deceit [Rock Crusher] 1/1
Ring of Deceit [Solar Flare] 1/1
Reflect Ring 2/2
Wizard Belt 0/2
Vorox Wing
Scouter
Ki Mastery 3
Sense
Ki Suppression
Phonic Ray
Daemon
Speed Teleports: 0/8
Counters: 2/4
Walid is replacing Ki Buffer w/Sensu Bean w/permission cuz Revan jumped and made shit serious.
Equipment: Body
Plated Ice Serpent Mark V Combat Armor of Constitution
Equalized Mithril Lined Solarweave Cloak of Energy and Wind
Arms
Equalized Lucky Freezing Dexterity Bracers of Wind and Rage w/Dark Attunement Shard
Interlock of Wind
Lucky Energy Stealing Thieve's Gloves of Wind
Legs
Assassin's Shoes of Grace
Equalized Leg Interlock of Wind and Fortune
Mark V Combat Greaves of Wind
Head
Mark V Helmet of Wind
Equalized DTK Balancer of Wind and Endurance
Accessory
Reflect Ring (Speed) of Wind and Combat
Titan’s Favor of Wind
Accessory
Anointed Shield
Wizard Belt of Wind and Personality
Accessory
Ring of Deceit: Solar Flare
Equalized Reforged Saljuk Mastery Sash of Wind
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Post by Galactic King on Oct 1, 2019 2:18:04 GMT -5
It was a blur. She didn’t see it; she doubted anyone could. But the overwhelming pressure was impossible to miss. It twisted her stomach into garlic knots and was indicative of a malign power welling up within her foe. If it had been a simple beam of death, there would have been no time to evade. Ironically, the energy spent cultivating such a lavish attack would give Android 21 the time to prepare for it.
Her mouth did not open, apart from the normal amount needed to form a gasp. Her arms did not cross in front of her body, though they did rise to the sky. Her legs did not run, despite her wish for them to. The harsh hues of azure lightning flickered against a golden glow coalescing around the demon’s fingertips. Her features grew softer: her brow less rigid, her iris brighter. Her power did not cause the universe duress. There was no shake, no quake. No tremor, no groan. The primal movements of a hunter had been replaced by the graceful pirouette of a dancer. Her fingertips kissed the sunken soil of Kelioux’s crater, following in a circle with one fluid motion as if the universe was actually welcoming this power. The circle was completed, and white light poured from the edges to fill in the circle with an iridescent chatoyant. Ki rose and fell from the holy circumference with a warmth akin to the chambré wine a noble Keliouxian might have been enjoying if the town had not just been obliterated.
The ground swelled in protest at her enemy’s attack. Droplets of juices trickled from Android 21’s arms, yet she made no effort to move out of the way. Could she bleed? Energetic discharge leaped from the claw and flew upwards. Android 21 opened her mouth wide, but not to indulge in gluttony. “The glory of the heavens was ever beyond the grasp of those too short to reach for it,” she sneered. The power, the movements, and the voice all belonged to the demon… and yet, there was an unmistakable influence about it. The dragon reached the apex of its ascent, and for the briefest of moments, remained still. “But I made that climb, and unfettered them of their sweet, succulent souls.”
And the dragon descended.
The beast edged inexorably closer, and the Majin knew she could not flee from its pursuit. The creation of Ki cared little that it lacked a stomach or the proper digestive organs, and pried open its maw to welcome its well-deserved meal. Its meal, in turn, welcomed it.
What followed could only be described as a blood-curdling scream.
Whether the ensuing explosion of fire and flames was louder, she could not say. She dared not leave the celestial aegis that had been carved into the dirt for fear she would immediately succumb to her wounds. The blessings of the Kais she had devoured did little to assuage her pain. It was as if they were snickering in their defeat; as if the protection they provided her was made of salt, contaminating her wounds. As the explosion swept closer, a fulgent wave of destruction, Android 21 sought the last laugh. She would be damned if she allowed her digested, divine prey to enjoy a hearty guffaw from the Abyss. “Super Saiyan God!” she bellowed, staring at impending disaster. “Show me your vaunted strength, and I shall gnaw on your blood-soaked bones!” Her vociferations were swallowed up, along with her body and sense of direction. The thought of this pain being only temporary was all that chained her consciousness to her body, and even then it was fleeting.
It was all she could do to conjure a Sensu bean, nibbling on it in a display that just seemed wrong. Where had her voracious appetite gone? Where had the crazed ramblings of a ravenous demon gone? It was almost as if the fuller she became…
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