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Post by Bishop on Oct 7, 2019 12:27:21 GMT -5
The last week of hell was seeming to move slower than the other weeks. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the blood river that coursed through the realm. The thick red ooze that pulsed through the brimstone steamed and bubbled like water. Frieza looked down his mind letting everything escape out from his ears as he felt the cosmic gem call to him. ”Is it time for another one?” Frieza said as he looked down toward the gem. There was a strange heartbeat that reverberated off of the crystal as he held it in his hand. He could feel the heavy beats start to pull his mind from his body with each pulse. The Prince of Changelings body fell limp as his mind entered the gem. As he drifted and fell into the warm blood river his mind faded to darkness.
Frieza drifted into his astral form for hours before he finally awoke on cold tundra like valley of a distant land. Off in the sky swirls of stars and the cosmos watched over him like guardian angels. The cold licks of the tundra brushed against his body as he lifted to a seated position. He could feel the wet and cold bite of the snow against his backside as his palm sunk in for support. Upon a quick scan of the area he could see a vast ocean in all directions, he himself was on a floating ice block that was perfectly shaped into arena of some kinds. Not to far from him was a small figure, much like his own, except instead of a royal and majestic purple the creature was a dark and fiery red.
Frieza stood to his feet as he walked over slowly, a mere five or six feet from the other creature before he stood still. His eyes scanned over the entity without saying a word. There before the Lord of the Cosmic Empire was a black armored and red skinned Changeling. Frieza could tell from the features that the man was a changeling, not only from the horns but the gem that was in the center of his abdomen and center of his skull, a very noticeable trait of the race. His features were strange, normally changelings had a much colder affinity to their names and color scheme. There was something strange about this one, it peaked Frieza’s interest to say the least.
”I will not hold of the formalities any longer. I am Lord Frieza, Son of King Cold and Lord of the Cosmic Empire and Leader of the Planetary Trade Organization.” Frieza stated with a formal and signature bow that he had performed over thousands of times. ”This is the realm of spars so you do not have to worry about dying. This being said, I want you to come at me with all your force, as if you were trying to kill me. I am sure you know who I am so do not disappoint me. One last thing, just who are you? I know most of my subjects but you are strange indeed.” Frieza questioned and explained quickly as he lifted from his bow. His beady red eyes locked on the inferno changeling as he rubbed his chin slightly.
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Post by Jiren on Oct 7, 2019 13:06:18 GMT -5
Scorch looked down at the gem in his hands, discovered in the wilds of Frieza. It pulsed a strange energy that he could not quite understand. This was all new to him, the power that he felt, this gem, he understood one thing though. He was the first of the Fire Clans to achieve this power so easily in several decades. “I wonder what this gem actually does, why it hums with such power?”
As he continued to walk, he neared the mouth of the cave that he had come to know as home over the last several weeks, the weeks since the crash and his recovery. The power that he felt well up within him after his recovery made him question many things that he thought he knew about himself, and his people. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe the time he spent quietly recovering made more of a difference than he could understand.
Sitting down in his favorite meditation spot, Scorch crossed his legs, and lay the gem in the crevasse created where leg met leg. He focused his mind on the crystal in the hopes that he could delve into its mysteries and learn something of the power he felt radiate from it. The more he concentrated however, the more he felt a tingle, slowly move through his body, and then touch his mind. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he caught a glimpse of himself seated, meditating on the crystal. Realizing that he must be experiencing some sort of vision, he expanded his awareness, and opened his mind fully, before appearing in an icy cold tundra. “More visions? It couldn’t be, could it?”
Scorch still had much to learn about the universe, he was a young changeling, barely into his adult years. Unlike many of his race, he had learned a single powerful virtue from his mother. Patience. He scanned the horizon slowly, carefully looking for another lifeform, man or beast, he didn’t care, he simply wanted a point of reference for where he was, and where he needed to go in this vision. “What is the point? What am I to see? What am I to learn?”
Then, he heard the voice. It came from behind him, the androgenous tone in the creatures voice sent chills up his spine. It was a voice he knew all too well. Lord Frieza. Scorch listened to the man prattle on about his grandiose titles as he turned to face him. A challenge? Scorch knew that there was a disparity between the two, he had never dreamed of facing the man that had destroyed his family so soon. Then he recalled the gem. His meditations on the gem must have done this. “The gem must grant me that which I desire, or at least some cruel facsimile,” Scorch thought to himself.
“I have longed for the day when I would face you, and destroy you. You and your clan destroyed the other clans of our people, for what? Greed? Power? I am a proud son of the Fire Clans, the strongest in decades to come from the Fire clans. You thought you had wiped out the other clans, Fire. Earth. You may have succeeded in elimination the Air Clans, I have never met one before. My father and brothers died as footnotes in your attempts at galactic conquest. It is too bad that you are a cheap copy, although maybe it is for the better, I doubt I am strong enough to destroy you, yet.”
Scorch turned his back on the other changeling, content in his belief that this was a vision, but trying to understand why the gem had shown him this particular person. Looking within himself, he tried to understand what he was meant to learn from this experience.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 7, 2019 13:21:25 GMT -5
The child spoke some truths, it was true that there was an order in the changeling race. The Cold Family, which Frieza was apart of, taking a seat in the highest position of power, the throne if you would. However Frieza had never heard of the other things that he mentioned, a fire clan, earth clan, even air clan? It seemed made up and lack lustered to the Prince of Changelings. He knew that there were unique changelings every once in awhile that were different compared to the Cold Family. He knew that each of the families took an element's property as their name sake. So maybe there were other clans instead of just a few individuals. Frieza lifted his thumb and ball of his hand to his chin as he pressed it against it slightly. The child spoke with such a forked tongue toward his Prince, how insufferable.
”You, destroy me?” Frieza could not help but laugh at the words of the changeling child. His laugh cracked into the tundra skies as he hunched slightly over and wiped a single tear from the corner of his eye. ”Well, if the rest of your clan was as insolent and disrespectful as you are then I have to say they were executed with great haste. “ His words were short and crisp as his breath frosted in the winds. ”You see there is a pecking order to our race if you have not been properly educated I will be glad to do it for you. It goes something like this,” Frieza said as his arms folded behind the small of his back, his ego and confidence showing in each of his words as he walked to the front of the Changeling who had turned his back. ”On the top, seating pretty upon the throne is the Cold Family, under us the Frieza, Cold, and Cooler Forces. Then after that you have the PTO and finally graveling in the dirt you have the weak. The weak are members like you, your family, and your friends. The weak refuse to acknowledge the difference in power and political boundaries that have been set. I can promise you I did not kill your family, but after meeting you I wish I had.” His voice was low and harsh as the venom left his lips with his words. 391 942
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Post by Jiren on Oct 7, 2019 15:28:11 GMT -5
Scorch wondered how accurate Vision-Frieza’s words were, as he looked down where his PTO emblem sat in the pocket of his pants. Was he that much higher on the totem pole, by virtue of having joined the PTO? He understood that certain sacrifices must be made, in order to get himself to a place where he could get the revenge he desired. Scorch considered the ramifications of joining the PTO, would he be viewed as a sell out? How would his father and brothers view his joining an organization such as this.
Suddenly, another realization struck him. Did his family even care? What if they truly believed that he was joining the PTO and Lord Frieza’s forces to follow in their footsteps not, as he truly intended, to get closer to the man that had ruined his life. His mother had told him stories of the other clans that Frieza and his minions destroyed, and the way Vision-Frieza was acting, he believed what she had told him.
Something about this vision, worried him, he felt something. Was it malice? Contempt? Would a vision feel those emotions so openly? Scorch could not quite place it, but he began to question his own judgement on this Vision-Frieza. “I heard the stories growing up, the other clans that you and your family destroyed. My mother told me about the destruction and suffering that you caused. Why? What is the point,” he yelled the last words, as he lashed out at Vision-Frieza with both fist and tail.
The other man was not taken by surprise, although Scorch had expected that on some level. He still could not quite place things, but something about this experience was disconcerting to Scorch. Leaping backwards, after his missed attack, he tried to calm the rage he was feeling at the man in front of him. Rage was not his way of doing things, yet it felt as natural to the changeling as drawing breath. Instead he slid his dominant foot back, establishing as good of a grip as he felt he could in the snow and icy earth of this Tundra.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 7, 2019 16:24:17 GMT -5
”Oh, stories that you heard about me? Am I that legendary already, sorry I don’t seem to pay any mind to those lower than me. So they haven’t quite reached my ears.” The Prince of Changelings said with a smirk as he moved his head slowly to the side. Well slowly for him, the fist whizzed past his head as he tilted it quickly to the other, another attack missing. Frieza yawned and patted his mouth slowly to show how bored he was as he moved around the tail attack with ease. ”Come now, let me show you what it really means to battle. If you shall succeed in impressing me than I will tell you what you desire.” Frieza said with confidence, his voice filled with annoyance toward the child.
Frieza did not hold anything back to start out, his feet dug into the icy floor of the arena as he leapt forward with all his might. To the other Changeling it must have looked like a blur before he appeared in front of him instantly almost. Frieza’s fist was drawn back as he let loose a vicious hook toward the jaw of the red warrior. His body continued the momentum of the swing as he whipped around quickly and let his tail carry out a low sweep. As the tail moved across the ground chunks of ice flew into the air. Frieza could only hope to land the attack as he quickly let some distance grow between them with a series of back flips and rolls.
Lord Frieza’s eyes flared with an intensity as two purple orbs appeared in the left and right hands, hovering just a few inches from his palms. The dark purple orbs were sparking with black energy as lightning arched between the two of them. With the final flip he threw one after the other. The orbs twirled and twisted around one another before connecting and splitting into four separate balls. The attack was not anything advanced or complicated to do, a simple beam ball to judge the speed or toughness of his opponent rather they hit or he dodged them. Frieza came skidding to a halt as the snow gathered against his heels. 374 1316
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Post by Jiren on Oct 7, 2019 17:40:45 GMT -5
Scorch caught the yawn, and backed up, watching the other Changeling. “What am I supposed to learn here? Why is this crystal showing me this,” Scorch muttered out loud, half to himself, half to the universe, but 100 percent out of frustration. He has had visions, or hallucinations, or whatever other people might call them. This was different though, and Scorch could not quite understand what it was. Preparing himself, Scorch decided to take Vision-Frieza up on his offer.
As he prepared to attack, however, the attack from Vision-Frieza came first, before Scorch could track the movements, he felt the sting in his jaw. The power of the blast knocked him off balance and he stumbled backwards, barely missing the tail sweep, by sheet dumb luck. Looking up from the ground where he found himself after rocking his jaw back and forth, Scorch saw little more than purple. A blur, or maybe orbs, he wasn’t really sure about the attack itself, what was clear however was the fact that this opponent clearly outclassed him in every possible way.
Scorch knew that this was the case for Frieza, and assumed that the crystal was showing him a realistic representation of how any battle with the real Frieza would go. The only thing Scorch had time to do, before the mass of purple slammed him square in the face, was to raise his arms, and drop into a guarded stance. Scorch attempted to deflect, disperse and even negate the energy thrown his way but he was woefully unprepared for the power that he hit him square in the face and arms.
Slammed to the ground, Scorch looked up at the purple menace, and scowled. A blood dripped from several wounds on his face and arms, as he attempted to stand. His movement was slow, much slower than he was happy with, he felt weakened, drained almost. He knew that any attempt to power himself up would be in vain at best, or an outright failure at worst. “I don’t know what this,” Scorch let his voice trail off as he attempted to figure out what to call this manifestation of his self-proclaimed greatest enemy.
Finding his voice and his feet, Scorch scoffed at Vision-Frieza, “I don’t know what you are, vision, hallucination, it doesn’t matter. I will end you.” Scorch felt the power in his leg muscles, as they prepared, the tightness began to burn right before he leapt forward, and releasing all of the energy he was gathering for his leap. His fist aimed right at the chest of his opponent, until the last possible second, when he attempted to twist his body mid-air. Scorch had tried to plant his feet squarely in the other man’s chest, and bounce off and over, wrapping his opponent’s neck with his tail. He could beat a figment of his imagination, this should be a piece of cake.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 7, 2019 18:58:59 GMT -5
His fist connected with a solid smack as the knuckle buried themselves into the jaw of the red changeling. Frieza continued his movement although he had moved a little too fast. His tail swept under the changeling at such incredible speed that the small red changeling had not yet returned to the ground from when his fist had connected. This was Frieza’s own fault, the fact he did not know his own strength was shocking but also not really too surprising. As he did his backflips releasing the orbs he watched as the Red Changeling lifted his hands to guard. It was a smart and well thought out counter to the orbs, if they were closer in power.
The purple orbs crashed into the arms both exploding and tearing through the surface flesh of the changeling as he blocked the weak ki blast. Frieza stood there cockily as he looked through the smoke, he could see the pools of blood that oozed from the wounds. The burnt surface of the red skin that was slightly blackened. The smell of burnt flesh hit his nose like a train as he curled his nose. There was a low mutter out of the changeling as he struggled to stand. His body was weak, his determination worse, yet he still struggled to stand.
”What was that I couldn’t quite hear you.” Frieza said as he folded his arms behind his waist once more. ”I don’t know what you are, vision, hallucination, it doesn’t matter. I will end you.” The Red Changeling said as he stood to his feet. His muscles tightened as he stood to full height, his blood pouring from the wounds as he yelled toward Frieza. ”Maybe you didn’t hear me in the beginning. I said this is the realm of spars, the gem you hold brings you here to fight and you can not leave until the fight is completed. In this realm you can not die. I am no vision or whatever it is your little mind thinks I am. I am the real Lord Frieza, now bow.” As Frieza once again explained to the red changeling what was going on his voice was filled with more of an annoyed tone than before.
The warrior flew forward with all his might towards the Lord of the Cosmos as he waited until the last second to twist his body. His feet were aimed square at the center of the chest, but the attacks were too slow. ”Pathetic, try harder!” Frieza said as the feet planted into his chest. Although the attack had landed it did not really damage him, much like a child smacking the leg of an adult it was more annoying that it was painful. What came next was impressive however. The Red Changeling wrapped his tail around the neck of the Prince of Changelings, the coiled tail tightened around his throat squeezing the air from his body for a moment. ”Insolent lizard.” Lord Frieza muttered as he pulled the tight squeeze of the tail off of his neck.
His eyes flared with ki as two beams zoomed out toward the frame of the child. With haste he moved forward to continue the attack. Lord Frieza had speed, power, stamina, compared to him this red changeling had nothing. The fight should not last long so he needed to hold back. With each movement and each attack he could feel the strain of himself holding back, maybe he was holding back too much. He threw out four quick jabs toward the head of the Red Changeling, quickly followed with a rocketing knee aimed for the gut. In hopes that the knee would cause the body of the changeling to bend over slightly he opened his palm where the head should have been. His fingers spread out wide as he shot another large beam of ki out toward where he hoped the red changeling would be. 660 1976
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Post by Jiren on Oct 8, 2019 1:52:16 GMT -5
Scorch heard Vision-Frieza speak, but this time, it registered where it did not before. “The Realm of Spars.” This was a new concept to Scorch, but he had not fully realized what Vision-Frieza had told him. This new information unfortunately distracted Scorch, but and while he would love to blame his impotent attempt at attacking on that distraction, he knew the truth in the back of his mind. Maybe his brain had not fully processed his adversaries words, or maybe he actively hoped to deny the truth.
Irregardless of the why, Scorch was outmatched, and outclassed on a whole other level in this fight. His tail around the throat, while a novel attack and it definitely seemed to surprise Frieza, the other changeling had easily dealt with and even countered this maneuver. Mentally, Scorch made a note that he had not thought of his opponent as ‘Vision-Frieza’ that time. Was this really true, was he fighting the real deal? There was no way that he was anywhere near on this man’s level if this was truly Frieza.
As he slowly accepted this realization, he was struck full in the chest, by a pair of Ki beams. Scorch smelt the singed flesh first, the pain followed moments later. Scorch attributed this to the damage to his body actually causing the delayed pain signals to reach his brain. Before the pain was able to overwhelm him however, Lord Frieza pressed his attack. Scorch felt his head lurch left, then right, then left again and finally back to the right. A splitting headache, immediately followed the first blow, yet Scorch never even saw the punches being thrown. The subsequent knee to the gut sent him stumbling backwards, half bent over, for a step before he fell to the ground, seated like some sort of child.
The final straw however, was the purple changeling’s final ki blast. Taking him squarely in the top of the head and face, Scorch fell backwards from his seated position. He was not sure that he had it in him to even stand. Lord Frieza’s words were burned into his mind now, “You cannot die.” Scorch considered this, his mind attempting to focus past the searing pain that he currently felt. “If death is not real here, then maybe the pain is not real either. Fight past it, focus on the goal.”
Scorch clawed at the ground with his hands, the pain searing into his brain anew when he tried to move, pushing past the pain, Scorch managed to claw his way to a seated position, before drawing on his deepest possible energy reserves and finding nothing. He managed to get his feet underneath himself, but his attempts to stand, and face his opponent were met with protests from every muscle in his body.
Scorch found himself half sitting on his ankle, and half crouched, while trying to gather energy to reinforce his muscles. Looking at Frieza, “So, it really is you,” his speech was as much a question as it was a statement. Clearly Scorch had much to learn about the universe at large, life in the caverns beneath the frozen tundra of Frieza had not done him any favors. “I am afraid, I cannot stand any further,” he confessed, as his knees slammed into the icy ground at Lord Frieza’s feet.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 8, 2019 6:13:39 GMT -5
Frieza threw out his attacks as the tail uncoiled itself from his neck. The quick jabs each connecting against the squishy cheeks over Scorch. His right hand connected first, the red changelings head ricocheted in the opposite direction immediately colliding into the other cross jab that was sent his way. Frieza repeated the four jabs back to back sending the neck into a whiplash like state from left to right. Lord Frieza could feel the slight sting of his knuckles as the skin on skin contact happened between the two warriors. The attack was no halted hover, Frieza had adjusted from his previous attacks nearly perfectly as he sent the knee crashing into the gut of Scorch. The light body was lifted from the ground slightly as sent skidding back, snow gathering on the back of his heels as he curled up slightly. The prediction Frieza had made was nearly perfect as he blasted out a beam of ki from his palm.
A direct hit, the blast sent the changeling back into the sky once more. The slow debris of ice and snow drifting down back to the arena from the bottom of Scorch’s boots as he fell back onto his ass. His eyes quivered with pain as he muttered words to himself for a moment. His hands curled against the surface as he struggled to move. ”Hm,” Frieza proclaimed to himself as he heard the voice of the child ring into the area. ”Giving up so soon? I thought you wanted to destroy me.” The Prince of Changelings looked over the smaller changeling, his eyes tracing the red skin and black plates. Scorch admitted finally that he was unable to fight, unable to stand, unable to proceed, the battle was over. ”That simply will not do.”
Frieza walked over as the Red Changeling fell into the ground, his knees impacting heavily into the ice creating small craters. His beady red eyes narrowed as he lowered himself into a squat in front of Scorch. ”This gem always seems to send certain people together. I don’t believe it is random.” Frieza started to say as he looked straight into the eyes of the child. ”I see that you are a part of the PTO, well that is interesting.” Frieza’s eyes scanned over the badge as he smirked slightly to himself. ”Well this little dance was amusing, I am sure I will be seeing you again shortly. After all, your Emperor is returning in less than seven days.” Frieza’s voice trailed off as his image flickered from the realm of spars. He could feel his astral form start to lessen from its tether as he was pulled back into the thick ooze of the blood river. 458 2434
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