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Post by Durian on Jan 8, 2017 4:56:38 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY Why was she here? The Kagami kept running the question through her mind. She was nervous, irritated, and unsettled. The details were fuzzy as everything had seemed to go so fast. First she picked up Levlidian’s energy in the area, she found him, and she entered a ship. Another had been there. One named Kazar. And... she was still here? No longer was Levlidian in the room. He had left and this left her with the other man. The half saiyan. While fear didn’t grip her heart in this particular moment, there was much to fear. A saiyan having power over her and she was willingly in his ship. How much more idiotic could she get? She should leave. Hell, the payment for getting her back to her ‘family’ on Vegeta would probably be a nice little sum. At some point, the Kagami found herself seated. Kazar on the couch opposite of her, where she had first seen him when she entered this very room. Her eyes flickered to the tv, then to the saiyan. His tail was still readily seen. That damned tail. For that race. The briefest flicker of red would move through her dulled eyes. She couldn’t help it, not as she was. The hatred and disgust she felt for this man. For Levlidian. Yet... something had kept her here? Maybe it was rest after walking in the desert. Or preparation for the next day. The desert was hot and he had offered drinks and a place to just sit down. Was she so weak that she accepted such simple things from one she wanted to lie dead on the floor? The dullness came back to the female’s eyes as she’d look back towards his television. Nothing said. He didn’t even deserve it. A drink in her hand, one she had reluctantly taken from him, but also greatly wanted, her fingers would tap against it. Nervous, but gentle. Like she was waiting for any moment of this to fall apart. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 8, 2017 6:36:20 GMT
Laying lazily on his couch, the air conditioning making a nice breeze in the room. A soda in his right hand, while laying on his side, propping his head up on the arm of the couch with his left arm. Plenty of room on the couch as it's pretty long, it meant he could lay out without bothering his guest. His tail now flickering about, free and with a mind of its own. Not stuck up and curled around, not feeling so cramped and stiff. He lightly yawns while stretching his limbs and his tail with them. Looking over at Durian he noticed how she's seeming...Nervous? Tapping her drink repeatedly, flickering her eyes between him and the tv. Something must be wrong, perhaps he should break the silence?
"So....Why were you in the desert? I'm here obviously because this is where i last left my ship. You see, i eh 'got jumped' by an android who previously used to be a saiyan. He came along. We both knew each other, and he held a grudge to kill me right? Blows up all my robots, my turrets, messes up my ship, and here it is. Abandon for 2 months, uncared for. Thankfully i got back when i did, otherwise this ole' gal would've fallen over dead."
"Commander, that is a bit rude. With my connections to all technological devices and machinery on this vessel, i could have easily repaired the ship during your time away."
Saying over the intercoms in the room, S.H.I.P said bluntly to the commander. With a light chuckle he replies, saying it was a metaphorical phrase. By the looks of it when he got back, it seemed like it could've fallen over any second. Looking at Durian he smiled at her.
"Durian, let me introduce you to the A.I that was pre-installed on this ship when i bought it. Her name is S.H.I.P, Ships Highly Intelligent Personal. In other words, a personal A.I to help me with the actual ship when needed."
Taking a light sip of his soda, the flavor of fizzed orange soda. Looking at the TV, he enjoyed what he could watch. After this, he'll need to get S.H.I.P working on fixing the connection with the TV so it's more clear. Perhaps fix the generators? or maybe go solar powered as a back-up? Doesn't matter, things to do for later. Glancing over at her he says.
"You know, for the entire time you've been here. I've noticed how you've been so...'Nervous' i should say, a bit on edge. What's up?"
Setting his drink on the table, he turns himself around to sit on the couch and cross his legs, leaning on the arm for the couch. Looking at her, he could still see her nervousness, the light twitching, the tapping, the eyes. It all seemed way to obvious, and there's obviously a problem with her being there. But if there's a problem being THERE why is she still here? Why hasn't she said a word to him since Levlidian left? Maybe it's because he's a half-breed? Maybe she mistook him for a full-blood saiyan? Well, on one hand he can't blame her. With all the SSE has done as far as his knowledge lets him, they've done quite the amount of damage to anything they can overpower. Perhaps she might've been apart of this? Something like trauma, or bad past experience?
Dammit, this is exactly why he tries to not be around girls. Last time he did, or one of the last times, he got held up by his neck nearly choking. And the last one he met, he's never seen her again! It's like bad-luck when he meets girls, that he just can't quite understand them at all. The only girl he's ever been around with the most was his mother, but of course he would it's his MOTHER. Looking at her with a bit of concern, he awaited a response hopefully she'd reply back and not give him the cold shoulder.
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Post by Durian on Jan 8, 2017 7:09:12 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY He was so... relaxed. Not a thing in the world bothered him. Did that come with the saiyan blood? Or with his power? Her lips tugging to the one side as she attempted to decide what his careless motivation may be, the mask near forbidding the movement of her expression to be obvious. What would catch her attention more than the face of the man or the flickering tv would be that tail. So freely moving about. As little care as the rest of him. It made her tapping fingers cease, her grip tightening on the container which held simple water which she drank. It was simple and efficient. It’s what she had needed and wanted. Seeing as how she kept looking to him, Durian would notice when he returned her gaze. It was sort of inevitable. She kept making sure he wasn’t going to come across the room. Or direct the ship to leave for Vegeta. He poke next. He didn’t have to, but he did. The thought itself wasn’t aggravating and really, she found no particular reason to be mad by what he said. He asked why she was in the desert, which of course she would keep vague. If she actually found kagami that needed to be freed, she didn’t want some pompous ass saiyan sticking his tail into it. “I’m traveling.” She answered the question shortly, not so much angrily but a very obvious sign she didn’t plan on saying anything more about it. Hesitating only a moment, she’d decide to grace him with a question since he had done so for her. Well... she had planned to, until another voice came to her ears. In that moment of his ship speaking back to him, the female would tense up. Panic spinning through her mind when her first reaction was that someone else was there. Someone she hadn’t sensed. Thankfully that calmed in a moment, realizing it was his ship, but it didn’t make her any less rigid. All he had to say was ‘to vegeta’ and her days were numbered. The masked Kagami would actually crack a smirk at the machine’s words. Taking what he said and calling him rude for use of metaphor that it didn’t register. But when his attention was done with the machine, his correction and chuckle noted and heard, he’d turn his eyes back on her. A smile accompanied them. For a moment, he would have been able to see confusion simply in the eyes of the woman. Levlidian had smiled at her, sure. But he was excited at the prospect of battle. Since that day, she wasn’t sure she had seen him smile at her. Any other Saiyan.... Maybe Callion, but no other since Azuki. “Why are you still here if you’ve retrieved your ship like you needed?” She... didn’t know how to greet the machine. Should she state her name? Kazar had already done so. Was it an actual introduction or explanation? The kagami shifted the conversation, refocused the question on what he had been doing in the desert to why he hadn’t left yet. Kazar was still as at ease and uncaring as he had been this whole time. He’d turn to her again and ask another question and also point out her nervousness. Her fear. Durian hadn’t lost that. As much as she could move past it, one would have a hard time removing the natural reactions they grew up with. But... how the hell did she answer that? Why was she nervous and on edge? What was up? She wanted this man dead. And here he was living. Did telling him that make her situation worse? Would lying to him be the worse choice? She hadn’t taken any drink of the water yet, a mask sort of made that difficult, even if just cloth over the mouth. But in the moment she almost would have welcomed the slight distraction and moment a drink would have given her. “Fury runs through my veins. I have one goal to accomplish. And being in the presence of one who has the power to stop that goal makes me nervous.” Turning the water container in her hand, the kagami would look blankly back to the tv. Kazar would be in her peripheral, she wouldn’t dare take her eyes completely off of him, but she did want to avoid that confusing and welcome gaze and expression he wore. It was confusing. And almost like a cruel joke. “In being in an enclosed area with you, my chances of survival dwindle. My life rests in the mere whim of you choosing not to end it.” That last part was almost accusing. Like she expected him to at any moment. The dull grey of her eyes would focus back upon him. Hardened and cold. The confusion and questioning were certainly gone. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 8, 2017 7:33:28 GMT
In response to his first question, she was very vague about it. Saying she was simply travelling. A bit suspicious, however he could easily understand. He's met so many people wondering around, not knowing where they're going such as himself. Continuing to look at her his smile dwindled away as he begins to speak. Rather then speaking in a happy, jolly tone. He speaks in a very understandable, smooth, tone to what he'd say."Yeah, travelling. You know, one time I went to planet Vegeta. Met a couple of cool people, they both seemed nice. One of them sort of seemed like you in all honesty, a bit uneasy, unable to trust, seemed on edge and always on guard in the presence of other people she didn't know. But did befriend her, and the half-breed that I found with her. Even had a training session with them both, saved one of their lives just narrowly. Turned in 2 criminals, and went my marry way back to Earth."He'd lean back some more, staring up at the roof above him. He felt a bit cold as he spoke, but he spoke like this as a way of speaking clearly, understandable and honestly. The one thing about Kazar, is his arrogance to trust people so easily and socialize without a care in the world. A feature that got him a couple friends, good friends at that. Brisk, Phae, Celmaru, Core, Ayumu his mentor, Raisu, and the two people he met on Vegeta."Though I'll admit, there was times I met people and it was strict, obviously being the SSE. Don't really like the Saiyan Solar Empire, hell at one point i swore I'd take that faction down single-handed when I was so inclined to join the Arcosian Empire and join their ranks to fight against the SSE and against Zucceta. But that time is gone, and i haven't a clue what they're doing now. Who they're killing, destroying....I wish it was so easy to just, take a snap of a finger and they'd so easily fall. Perhaps even change their ways if at all possible..."Glancing back down at Durian when she spoke, she had asked him why hasn't he left already if he's already attained his ship. Easily he answered back, that his ship still isn't fully repaired and he doesn't risk going to space in it. That and Earth is his home, the place he was born at. A place where he has good friends, friends that'd back him up, friends he'd stick his neck out for and possibly risk his life as he's already done it once before. He doesn't have the intentions to leave anywhere, he simply plans to stay on Earth. Perhaps, he'd say, he might go to planet Namek. He met a Namekian not so long ago, and he plans to visit them one day to learn more about them, and their culture, race, what they do, plan to do, how their life is. He'd then state, he's fairly unaware of most other races in space, Namekians actually is a new one he's come across thus far."So you know, that's why I haven't left."Looking at her, with a bit of surprise to the next response she'd make regarding why she was nervous. Had easily surprised him. She was infuriated? Nervous because of his presence in power that sits before her, makes her nervous because all it'll take is one fell swoop and she's gone? Sitting up he'd stare at her to speak."I wouldn't kill you! Let alone HURT you! Even if you could have destroyed a damned planet I'd still show you mercy. I'm not one of nature to kill someone, especially without a reason. And even then, if i had a reason, I'd do everything i could to prevent having TO kill someone. It's just...It just isn't me.."
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Post by Durian on Jan 8, 2017 7:49:21 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY One might be comforted by his smooth tone at first. Durian even was. But Kazar made a fatal mistake. Mentioning Vegeta specifically. The kagami was rigid again, her hand near gripping to the water. Her knuckles may have begun to turn white, though the gloves would easily hide that fact. Vegeta. She wouldn’t return willingly until she could end those on that planet. Part of Durian wondered who he had met. Kagami, Saiyan, or any mixture of races that could be found there. But due to his saiyan nature, she assumed saiyan. They had this way of sticking together if it weren’t for them breeding with their own slaves. The Kagami had the potential to be a powerful race, some saiyans saw this. Others saw it as ruining their bloodline. She didn’t care about his time on Vegeta. And she wanted the boy to shut his damn mouth. But he wouldn’t. He continued on. The Saiyan Solar Empire. Refusing now to take them down. Not even knowing what they were doing. Who did it matter they were destroying? He was fine with them just having their way? Ruining her people? He deserved death as much as them. She was close to having enough. The kagami could barely take it any more. She was about to stand, she even did. The thin and tall-ish frame of the female standing from the seat she had taken and gaze shifting towards her exit and freedom. She half paid attention to his explanation. “I meant why are you still in the desert specifically, you arrogant fool.” The words were muttered quietly without even a sideglance to him. She needed to move. To get one foot in front of the other. She gave her rendition of why she was nervous and she would immediately see the man move. It caused her to flinch backwards, taking a partial step away from him and her eyes to immediately snap to his form. There was her seat behind her, her calf pressing into it as she looked him over and listened to what he was speaking. He didn’t kill. It actually seemed like he was convinced of that. Or it could be a well spoken lie. Words spun together to lure in those he desired to destroy them in a moments notice. “Saiyan blood runs in your veins. If it’s not death of the body, you’ll certainly kill the soul. It’s what your people do. Conquer whatever you can in arrogance. Break down anyone beneath you. And revel in your power. Your words are little more than vibration of sound.” And she waited. For that blow to come. For the saiyan anger to be turned on her. She should bolt for that door. Throw the water and run. She could possibly get away. Maybe. She had felt that power he showed before... She stood no chance now, and definitely no chance if he transformed into a greater being. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 8, 2017 23:00:02 GMT
Things seemed to go so smoothly at first, she let herself up and calm down. She even seemed a bit soothed at the way he spoke, that is up until he mentioned Planet Vegeta. Oh fuck- Didn't Lev say she used to be a slave for them? Dammit! Why'd he have to say that?! A hand going up to his face as he facepalms to himself, nodding his head from side to side. Looking at her body movements, he grip on the water got worse and her knuckles essentially became white. God dammit Kazar, how can you get around to befriending her when you keep mucking up like this?!
She spoke to him again, rephrasing what she meant after he had explained to her. Specifically why he's still in the desert. As if he hasn't already said it once, he'd say it twice. Telling her it's because the ship still isn't in any flying condition. The generators hardly work, just barely to give the ship power to small electronics. Meaning, there isn't enough power currently to support the ship flying and if it were to fly. It'd take every last drop of power out of the whole ship to go even as far as a mile. He'd tell her, he'd have to spends weeks to fix the generators and get the ship back in perfect condition before he attempts to leave the desert.
she spoke, once again, going on about his saiyan blood. How if he doesn't kill the body, he'd kill the soul. How they conquer planets, destroy them, killing people in their own arrogance, revealing in their power. This is nothing like Kazar at all. He'd never do such things to anyone or thing! Before he could open his mouth, to reply to her and tell her that isn't him. Many huge power signatures crossed his senses, 1, 2, 3, no 4, 5?! 6?! All of them even in power and all of them 20k stronger then him! He jumps up from his seat, telling Durian to follow him. QUICKLY! Running to the command room, he jumps into his seat and activates his radar system. Diverting all power to the system, it scans for the 6 signatures. Getting a read on them, it opens up a holographic screen showing their race, power, and identities as it hacked their scouter software. Saiyans, slave catchers for the SSE! Slamming his fist into the console he looks at Durian.
"Dammit. Durian, I ask of you to go hide in the cargo bay, if you run they'll catch you! I'm not ordering you, I'm asking of you! I completely forgot you used to be a slave, and I'm sorry you had to go threw that. But trust me here, I'm not letting them take you back. No-one deserves that life, not ANYONE. I'll go out there and deal with them myself. Hurry!"
Jumping from his seat, he runs quickly outside to meet the 6 saiyans. The leader of the 6 walked up to him. He was bald, a bit old, but very strong. The rest of them look like goons and nothing less, but goons with power to rival his own is a problem. As the saiyan walked up to him, he told the Kazar to step aside, as he was searching for a stowaway on his ship that used to be a former slave who killed her owner and escaped. They were here to retrieve her to give her to hew new master, waiting on a slave planet under the SSE's control.
"Look here boy, we don't want any trouble. Just step aside and let us do our work. There's a stowaway on your ship, a stray slave of SSE property who killed her master and escaped. We're here to take her-"
"I don't think so bud. She's staying with ME, and she's not going anywhere. If she's on my ship, she's under my protection! Not as a slave, not as a girl who needs the help, not because i pitty her. Because I don't want her to go back, to go back to that wretched life as a slave back on god knows hat planet you'll take her to. If you want her, you'll have to go threw ME!"
"Why- You dirty half-breed brat! Get your ass out of the way or I'll have to force you!"
"You mad bro?!"
Disappearing away, he reappears 20 feet behind where he was. Focusing his emotions again, focusing real dam hard. Not thinking of Core, NS, Tekuma, anyone. He thinks of Durian, what will happen if he fails to keep the saiyans away from her. Abuse her, possibly rape her, use her for their own dirty deeds before she gets sent away for a life much worse. He can't let that happen!! He swore a long time ago, he'd protect the innocent and do what he could to do it! And right now, it's about dam time he gets started!!
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!-"
Lightning struck the ground between them, dark clouds forming above them, heavy rain washing over them suddenly. His hair flashes yellow slowly, every so often his hair straightens up in a more spikier fashion then before. Steam rolls off his body, his teeth gritting together as he tries to raise his power. His muscles, they bulk up getting bigger. The ground below rumbles, rocks slowly descend into the air but crumbles into nothing. Yellow aura suddenly roars around him like a raging fire, his hair becomes a golden tone, his eyes becoming teal. When he settles himself down, his loud roar beckoning among the desert slowly fades. Looking at the saiyans, he drops into his martial arts form. One arm in front of him, his arm bent upward while the rest of his arm laid straight up until his elbow. His other arm laid nicely next to his side, a fist ready for a fight.
"Snrk, BWAHAHAHA! You think that's a match for us?! You dumb half-breed, watch and learn!"
The 6 saiyans stood there and laughed at him, mostly just because they have something Kazar doesn't. False Super Saiyan. The 6 saiyans began to power up like crazy, the waving heavy rain and clouds than became a raging storm. High winds blow into the area, small tornadoes rage in the background, more lightning sparks into the ground floor then ever. Taking a step back, he was surprised. Well he's definitely got it coming for him. After a few minutes of silence...It began. Everyone disappearing out of sight, they all began to fight. A 6 vs 1. Left and right he got punched in the guts, slammed across the face, some of the saiyans getting kicked across the face, being knee'd in the guts, or being pummeled by his attacks. It was a back and forth fight, every time a clash appeared some rocks nearby explodes into pieces.
Not even 3 minutes into the fight, all 6 of them preformed a combined kick to his guts, sending him flying across the ground and landing right into his ship. Crashing threw the walls, he'd end up landing in the cargo bay among boxes and scrap metal. His clothes very much torn, cuts and bruises littered him like fire on a piece of wood. Blood run from his mouth and his cuts. Slowly getting up from his crash landing, he struggles to get a foot hold back onto his feet. His body waving back and forth before he finally finds some solid ground. Heavily breathing, if Durian was there, he'd glance at her. His eye widens as he sees one of them behind her. In an effort, he'd disappear behind her screaming 'Durian behind you!'. If it'd work, if she doesn't preform anything, he'd knock the saiyan threw the walls of his ship and back outside.
"Hah...Hah...Hah....Shit, they just keep coming! Durian, for the life of me you owe me a very good drink after this."
Rushing outside, he assaults one of the saiyans. Slapping him back and forth, one of them came up behind him. Quickly he'd grab the saiyan in front of him and kick him into the one behind him. Flying into the air, he charges an attack. Same goes for the saiyans, the all charged attacks as-well. Well fuck....Preforming his technique, the Kamekaze Blitz, he charges it for a few seconds before screaming.
"KAAAAAAAAA....MEEEEEEEEEEE....KAAAAAAA, ZEEEEEEEEEEE!! BLITZ!"
Pushing his hands downward, he shoots off his attack dead center of all the saiyans. Sending their own attacks back, his attack gets easily overpowered. His attack being engulfed, he looks down at his fate. Not again, please for the love of the gods not again. And then, it happen. A explosion so big erupted in the sky, it blew the ship back a good 20 feet but still staying upright. The air around it filled with fire, smoke, and nothing but a big boom. Once the smoke clears, a green light was seen for a few brief moments. The barrier around him fading away, he's still in the air just barely. His golden hair falling back to black, his power fading. He falls over almost as if he just died. Falling down from the sky, he lands harshly into the ground. The saiyans going to him, pick him up by the head and held him into the air. Checking his pulse, it was there but hardly. It seemed that barrier he used helped kill most of the damage he'd take, but enough was left over to put him down.
All the saiyans, battered up, bruised, a few scarred, some cuts, and mostly worn out. They look over into the hole in the ship, staring right at Durian. Before you'd know it, they spoke. Saying how, perhaps they might let her go. Such a battle of high intensity, soothed their battle-lust for the time being. Even though they barely won, merely by sheer numbers, they felt satisfied with the battle and offer'd her a deal that they'd leave. Only if she were to never show up in SSE space again, if she would, they'd personally come back to get her. No doubt about it, they'd go get her with no sympathy or any way out of it. This is their freebie, a freebie given to her from Kazar's battle efforts. Flying off, they got back in their spacepods and left. Kazars slightly burnt up, worn out, passed out body laid on the ground awaiting medical attention. But soon, he flinched. Barely, just barely he gets up slowly. Flying back to his ship, he flew into the cargo bay, gently landing on his feet.
"W-Well...I h-hope this proves s-something. R-risking my neck f-for someone i hardly k-know, it's just h-half-human i g-guess. I need...I need to l-lay down.."
Limping to the living room, he fell over onto the couch heavily breathing. Waiting for her to follow if she wants, he'd be lying on the very long couch. staring up at the roof, he waits for her to show up. That is if she stayed, or hopefully that is. Now he waits...
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Kamekaze Blitz (MP3 used!) 100% pl
6 Saiyans: Pl: 168,316 (FSSJ: 1,009,896)
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Post by Durian on Jan 9, 2017 2:58:40 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY At least he realized his idiocy. The kagami mused, not happily, but she did notice the saiyan realized he screwed up speaking about vegeta or at least opening his big trap in general. A palm to his face. He couldn’t erase what was done, but it didn’t hurt to see some sort of remorse. Maybe. It certainly wasn’t helpful that when she clarified she meant in the desert, that he went over once again why he was there. He had already explained such. She understood. She just hadn’t meant why was he off the planet. “Slave or not, I’m not mentally impaired.” She spoke with her eyes turning off of him. She should just leave. There was no reason to remain and even a drink wasn’t enough to keep someone where they didn’t want. That’s when she’d pick up the signatures. Just barely, but they were moving quickly. Strong energies were racing towards them. After her expression of what saiyans were, she’d feel these energies more clearly. Her eyes shifted warily to Kazar. Worry was evident. Had he called someone? The name Durian shouldn’t have alerted anyone to where she was or who she was. That wasn’t what she was known by on Vegeta. That wasn’t who they would be looking for. So... how would Kazar have known? The Saiyan jumped up and in an effort to get away from his possible attack, Durian immediately reared backwards again. But with the couch to her calf, she wouldn’t get far, propelling herself directly back into the seat she had been in. The saiyan was gone in seconds and the kagami couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t move. What... was happening? Her ki senses still upon these six signatures and now Kazar specifically, she’d race after the vanished saiyan. She’d find herself coming into the command room with a variety of buttons and screens, all holding different information and Kazar looking over them steadily. His fist then slammed into the console, making Durian wince. Her nerves were on edge. The kagami’s heart was racing and somewhere in her run after Kazar she had dropped the water she’d been offered. Her mind was spinning and now Kazar was speaking to her on top of it. They were saiyans. He told her to hide. Was it worth it? She didn’t even have a purpose anymore. Maybe returning to Vegeta and being a slave was what she was supposed to know. Maybe Marcel had been right. Destiny. It was laid out before her and all she had to do was accept that she was never meant to be more than a possession. Hurry!The word snapped her from her stupor. The Kagami’s masked mouth opened to speak, but she found it dry and lifeless. No word came out. Snapping her jaw shut, she’d nod her head. She didn’t even come close to Kazar’s power, let alone the SIX that were coming. What had he said... cargo bay? The Kagami pushed her energy signature down further. With any luck, they would think she had died. She felt sick and her head was light. Never had she thought a team would be sent to retrieve her. Was revenge that important to the family? And with a tired scoff, she knew that answer. Of course it was. She wouldn’t even be killed for what she had done. And she shuddered to think what they would come up with to make her beg for death. Levlidian. I might have to miss our meeting.The cargo bay. Basically a large and empty room. Outside the ship, powers elevated. She could feel the ship shake and even get thrown. The Kagami stumbling across the barren floor as it shifted position. Her arms cross in front of herself, as if she were hugging her own body, the kagami would flash to times of the past. Fear. Not just little bits of it like she had experienced on earth so far, but fear of what could actually come next. Not just a meal. Not just pain. But terror at what things someone could do. Salak...A sweet and calm voice would echo throughout her head. Calling to her. Using her given name. The kagami’s eyes flashed red as she furiously beat that voice down. It was in fear and turmoil she had thrown that voice away. It was not going to resurface now. And with that thought, something would tear into the ship. And as the movements slowed, she could see it was Kazar. Beaten and bruised, yet dripping with energy. Blinking those red eyes of hers, she felt frozen. The other energies were around her, his before her, and she couldn’t think of anything to do. He was up in the next instant, but his warning as like an underwater echo. Like he wasn’t really there and she was dreaming. She’d turn around and the world would go in slow motion. A saiyan was there. Kazar was there. And then neither were. Something about owing him a drink seemed to stick in her mind like a long lost memory. And the fight would continue. She could hear and see some through the holes of the ship. Energy beams being made and shot at one another. And then the explosion. She had seen it coming but didn’t think to react. The thin woman was thrown from her feet as the ship twisted from the energy, the female landing straight into another wooden crate. With an annoyed groan, she’d return to her feet but slowly. The saiyans from outside would stare right at her. Through the hole. Telling her they were giving up the chase for now. Because Kazar had fought them. A frown and a scoff, she wouldn’t answer aloud. But that was bull. Why they were leaving, she didn’t know. But it made no sense for a saiyan to come all this way and give up on their objective. No matter how much fun they had. They’d be back. But Kazar had had enough. His battered body flew back to the ship and landed with not so much as a stumble. Moving to him, she was in much better shape. In fact, she’d move to his side and slide an arm beneath and around his shoulders as if to help him. “I’ll help you lie down.” One wouldn’t have been able to sense the true meaning of that statement. The two wouldn’t have gotten more than a few feet through the cargo bay before Durian would assist him in lying down. Fiery ki surrounding the arm that hadn’t helped stabilize him, she’d plunge her fisted fingers into his side, releasing the force and energy of her ki into him with a swift punch. She’d let him crumple to the floor if he was so weakened, her body no longer sustaining him with that one arm. “If you think half human can do so much good, it’s all the more reason for me to believe your saiyan half can accomplish just as much bad.” The red was still in her eyes. The flame of the kagami people. He wouldn’t know, but even she was uncertain. After all that had happened today, she wasn’t even sure what she had done right then was right. For herself or anyone. Even if he died there, he could come back again. What was the point in all of this? Shaking her head, she’d turn from the man if not stopped. Shoving her hands into her pockets and aiming to leave the man’s ship. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 2/3 Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury (2692 attack) Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 10, 2017 3:57:21 GMT
After everything was done, it appeared Durian was gonna help him go lie down. Finally...She's let up some. A relieving sigh came from his mouth, looking up at her with one of his eyes. A faint smile comes across him for a moment. He already senses her attack charging, but he plans to talk his way out of it. Opening his mouth to speak, he lightly fell over for a second. But her body helped support him, regaining balance he held his side before coughing up a bit of blood. Opening his mouth he began to speak.
"T-thanks Durian...You k-know, you're r-really the only person i know who's e-ever helped me before. I've made friends, s-sure. But really, I've came to them to support t-them..But I've never once been supported b-before. I remember it clearly...My parents- The only 2 who truly, honestly helped me. My father. Good man, fought for the right cause. He came across my mother in a forest, and all they've told me is that they talked for a while."
Beginning to walk forward, he's continue. His eyes narrowly closed, but still hardly open he walked and talked with a smooth, gentle and honest tone. Gripping his side, he lightly grunts. A small dribble of blood runs out of his mouth and down his chin. He wasn't internally bleeding, but he sure was beat up. He knows those saiyans will soon return. So he has to get stronger, to be sure that if this happens again he'll beat them and protect Durian. Not because he views her as a friend..She's so beautiful, and so...so...He begins talking again.
"Meeting up again, they started hanging out together. Many, many years passed since they met. Defeated some foes together, and eventually married after a long destined friendship. But-....I miss them so much. My mom, so supportive. So nice, and caring, so....So easily trustworthy. She'd put you under a spell with how friendly, how...How nice she was, generous, she'd give everything she had for me any day if it came to it. Same goes for my father. But they're gone now..."
He remembers it so clearly..Every detail, every little thing. Since the moment he walked into his house as a young child, up until he walked into the kitchen. RED. All he saw was RED. The floor, the walls, the table, the chairs, the counter, themselves..Nothing but RED!!! A few whimpers came out of his mouth, though very silently as they came. A few tears ran off his eyes, the sound of small drops smacking the metallic floor below echoed. The image of his parents came to his mind, so innocent, so happy and mindful. Then it turns dark, and a sound of screaming filled his head. He never arrived during the murder, the assassination, but he can imagine the sounds...The screaming, the sound of flesh being ripped into by a slick, smooth knife. The image of his happy, innocent parents became red. The image turned over its dark side and showed them on the ground, holding each others hands. Dead. Nothing but blood, and tears was on that floor in that household.
"I c-can't...The only people to truly support me, care for me, love me...The only real people i knew that I'd die for...Gone, by a damned assassination. I was a young kid, bullied a lot at school for my tail. The only real half-breed in my town to ever go to school. Friends were hard to c-come by. An ace student in all classes, a student first and a fighter second. When i got home everyday, I'd do my homework and train with my father. He wanted me to be strong, so when I'd leave the little island i called home and enter the real world. I'd be ready...But i wasn't...I failed him..!"
Gripping his fists tightly, he'd end up lifting his arm off her and fall to the ground, on his knees bent over holding his head tightly. Some more tears ran, anger..Anger filled him completely, But, anger soon died. Nothing but sadness filled him soon after. Lifting an arm, he'd roughly slam his hand into the metal floor causing a crack to be heard. Blood dripping off his knuckles and slowly rolled off his hand and all over the area near his hand. Dammit...Why does he have to be such a FAILURE?! Everything he's done!! His parents expected more of him! To be a great hero, to be such a figure of justice! To be a strong, independent man! Not to let feeble insults and injuries stop him. And here he is, on the dam floor like a weakling!!
"I got home, i walked threw my house. I screamed and yelled for them, they never answered back to me..I felt sick to myself, maybe they left? Maybe they ditched me? Maybe they will be back? I walked into the kitchen and all i saw WAS RED!!!! The corpses of my parents on the kitchen floor...Imagine the screams, the sounds of pain, the sounds of utter terror they must have yelped. The floors, the tables, the chairs, the roof, the cabnits, the counters...Everything was RED!!!"
Fall over from his position, his tail curled up around his leg tightly. The hair on his tail was spiked, meaning it was distressed. Taking his bloodied hand, he grabs his head again tightly. Letting whatever wound on his side freely bleed, a very, very small puddle of blood came over beneath him where his injured side was. His eyes was tightly shut, going threw a traumatic moment of his life. He went into a state of pure and utter sadness, and nothing less. He began to speak again, his voice very rigid. His breath seemed to stutter, his very words were the sound of utter sadness but somehow kept a soothing tone within it. A tone of honesty as he spoke.
"They were assassinated by a hired assassin, hired to kill my parents for a past grudge some BASTARD had against my parents! He wanted nothing but profit, would destroy anything to attain it and kill off every living organism in a forest. Destroying the ecosystem, killing millions of animals...Leaving hundreds of towns to go hungry as they couldn't find food, many homeless because they didn't have the resource of wood anymore. My parents stopped him, and he held a grudge. Hiring the assassin, he mopped the floor with my parents..Spilled their blood everywhere...Nothing but RED everywhere. They were holding hands in death...I cried so much, i yelled, i screamed, i battered myself up in anger, confusion, sadness, mourning myself half to death in my house."
His grip loosens slightly, his body shaking and shivering. He was broken now. His very emotions are tied together at a war with each other. His mind fighting against the will to keep talking, but talking is all he could do now. The only thing he could bare to do in his breakdown. His body loosens, becoming limb. He speaks.
"All my life, since their death up until i became 17...I was alone, abandon, treated like a worthless being, a mistake on Earth. A freak. I lived alone, vowing vengeance for my parents. But even then, i gave up. What makes me better then the guy who killed my parents? Killing someone, spilling their blood makes you no better less then the ones who hurt and kill...I was lonely, i talked to myself every day. Wrote a diary of the weary days that past. Pretending my parents read my diary every day, I'd say i loved them at the end. When i died Durian, it took me 2 months to return. Many people prefer to stay dead, and many doesn't know how to come back. Throughout the 2 months Durian, i never found my parents. Hell, Heaven, Inbetween alike i never seen them! What sort of sick joke is my life playing me?! I die, and wish to see my loving parents. And I never saw them, not even ONCE..Not a single time, anywhere i went it's like they never existed!"
His mind broken, speaking mindlessly to her his entire life in a nutshell. The sadness, the anger, the confusion and the sickness of it all. He dies, but never found his parents. He's looked everywhere, searched for their energies, he's never seen them or picked them up. They ceased to exist. He knows they're dead, he buried their bodies a day later after their death. Ever since, he's lived a lonely childhood. No playing, no singing, no happiness or anything. His life was rough, and it got rougher. Day in, day out, he trained until he'd break bones in his body. Until his mind finally breaks under pressure and he'd cry in bed , never even slept. With all the training, you'd think he'd be a super saiyan by the time he left. But when he left, his own power was a mere fly to everyone else around him. Anyone he'd meet out-classed him horribly. He's always been a step behind, even while he catches up they widen the gap. He's failed his parents to be strong, he's failed them by being weak. Letting himself fall to death so easily...Letting his emotions go wild, his life become loose and out of control.
"Durian.....Thank you...For being the only one to be here for me, in this very moment of my life...I have no-one else Durian, none of my friends knew i died. A puncture into my chest, crushing my heart and the remains being absorbed. Getting burnt to a crisp by a firey aura...it was-....It was-...It was quite. My death felt horrible, it burned so much. But it felt so quite in my head. My mind, my heart, my voice, my existence became quite. And being back....I only feel empty now. And I'm happy you're here.....T-thanks..."
The shivering, the shaking, his tail quivering, his voice being shaky, his breathing being rigid and faint. He forces his broken body up, and limbs himself to the living room. Hopefully his act. Not much of an act, a real breakdown helped her realize. Even something as a half-saiyan felt emotions, felt pain, sadness. Something like him that she hates, the very thing she wants dead. Seems so innocent, so broken and sad but innocent and honest. As he walked down the halls, he tripped and fell. A loud bang echoes the hallways every time he fell. THUD................THUD...........THUD........Eventually reaching the living room he fell over into the couch facing the roof above him. If she followed, didn't try to kill him he'd be on the couch waiting for her. If she as to get there, the full extent of the damage is clearly seen. His body is broken down by emotions, his clothes ripped and torn away at the torso and holes and rips was seen on the leg parts of his pants. Cuts, bruises, some blood, marks left from punches and kicks. His eyes, full of tears closed. He fell into a long, deep, much needed sleep.
If she still continued to try and kill him back in the cargo bay, he'd attempt to quickly move his right hand over to his left side and catch her fingers with his own. He'd nod at her and say "No....", lightly muttering from his mouth. he'd continue to explain to her even after her attempt. He'd tell her he understands why she'd want him dead, and he understands what she said fully. After that he'd still continue with the act and breakdown letting everything continue as it would have before. Even after she had (maybe failed) to kill him, he'd still thank her. So honest, so soothing and almost seducing like. Everything plays out as it should, if or if not she tried her chance at him.
As he laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling he speaks to her again. This time, one hundred percent truthfully, and honest. A very, faint voice came from him in a soothing, soft, and smooth tone. He tells her why he fought the saiyans, why he risked his life on the line. Even while he could come back, he might not ant to. There is a choice to come back and not to. He fought for her, as he would say. He fought for her, and every like her. He fought for the reason that no-one deserves that life, and no-one deserved to be treated wrongly in such ways. The abusing, the beatings, the mere idea into slavery. No-one deserved it, and she definitely didn't. He fought to try and keep them away from her, but he says. He knows they'll be back, and when they do he'll make SURE he'll kick their asses for her and every former slave, and person treated wrongly like her. He also did it, personally for her. He didn't say why, but he can't get past her. Even in her anger, the hatred in her eyes, he can see past it and see innocence...A caring heart, and a loving mind. He just has to get past he confusion of anger to reach her....That's all she has to do as-well. To see herself, to realize the world around her and the people that's in it. The innocent, saiyan or half-breed or not...Thee are innocents who doesn't deserve death, or punishment whoever they are....it's just a natural feeling he hoped she'd understand soon enough.
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Post by Durian on Jan 12, 2017 4:09:15 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY This was her chance. Her chance to take out a saiyan. As much as the female wasn’t sure anymore, her hatred drove her forward. Flames across her arm and dying to be poured into his side. She was so close. Just a little further. And the weakened man grasped her hand. It was like he had snuffed out a candle. It irritated her and terrified her. He was still strong enough to do that? What... would he do now. Her arm supporting him and her hand in his, the Kagami thought she felt her heart stop. The man fell into her some but... she felt no ki moving within him to attack. Were his injuries giving her an added moment of mercy? Was he worn out from aggression and competition in these precious moments? it didn’t matter. Durian couldn’t get herself to move. But he would just speak. He was appealing to her. Looking away from him, she didn’t feel guilt. She only thought of him being foolish. Obviously she didn’t wish to help him. Even when he had put so much on the line for her. Durian only saw it as saiyan need. Need for battle. He would continue on to his parents. Those that had mixed savage blood among human. Like a saiyan taking a kagami for their own. Or so she assumed. He walked forward and was almost like he was taking her with him. The kagami was tense. Almost shaking. She was still holding onto the man yet she greatly needed to let go. He shuddered and gripped his side, blood seeping from his mouth. When he’d begin talking, she’d glance to him through dull grey eyes. Continuation of his parents? destined That word. It made the Kagami tense all the more as she assisted the man against her own mental wishes back to the room they had met in. He spoke of how he missed them, but Durian’s mind was spinning around destiny. The coward belief. The sickening belief. Durian didn’t know of his memory. None of the red came to her. Tears would come from his face, which the kagami found peculiar. But overall, who really knew if it was sweat, or from the pain, or merely from losing. His parents had been killed. Assassinated. Hell, Durian would have done it herself to the saiyan if she had the power. She literally had just tried in the here and now with Kazar. If Lev ever was weak around her in a physical way, she’d need to make sure to take him out as well. And this man... was everything Durian expected. He was tempered by his human half, but his thoughts were absorbed in being better. High grades to boast about. Failing to feel bad about. There were other things that should be important. Then he would speak his shock to her. This story... kept going on. Durian didn’t understand. Was he filling her in before he’d take her life? Why was she still with him? The woman’s body shuddered once, shaking beneath his form. Not because of tiredness, but fear. Feeling that blackness and coldness again. The stillness and silence. It was terrifying. Sickening. She didn’t wish to return. And Kazar... could end her in an instant. Then Durian would let him fall. She was free. Right now she could run. And her eyes flickered to the opening in the cargo bay. Right now she should leave. I cried. Sadness, mourning. These key words stuck out. Did a saiyan even know what these words meant? He was on the ground, bloody and wounded. Yet he still couldn’t be killed by her. And he wouldn’t stop talking. What... was he doing exactly? His loneliness didn’t phase her. In her world, saiyans would not only be alone, they would be dead. She didn’t care for his suffering. What she had cared about was his mourning for someone else. For caring about someone’s death other than his own. That he admitted to crying... No saiyan she knew of would be crying. He would thank her, a long thank you just like the rest of his story. Then leave. Walking down the hall and her hearing echoing thuds in his direction. She watched him until he left her vision. Leave. She told herself. She needed to leave. But her body still wouldn’t move. Did this saiyan actually feel remorse? No.. there was no sadness in anything he had done. Just mourning of loved ones. But why thank her? Why wasn’t she dead? With a sigh, she’d take steps to her next destination. Farther into his ship. Her first goal had been to locate supplies. Medical supplies. Bandages, salves, anti-bacterials. He needed mending. Saiyans could heal pretty well on their own, but his human part? She knew they could be kind of squishy. Gathering what she could think of from either supply closet or bathrooms, she’d follow the trail of blood to locate him. Back in his living room and laying on the couch. Sitting the supplies on the table and taking her time in doing so, she wouldn’t look to Kazar as he spoke. He was so long winded. Words to speak all of the time. But her thoughts were more focused on the other anomalies. She wasn’t dead. She attacked him and wasn’t dead. He kept trying to catch her attention though. Focusing on slavery. On doing this for her. On stopping these saiyans. Turning her head, the way she looked would be cold. Near emotionless. In truth, Durian was taking on the traits of that which she hated. To defeat them, she would become one of them. That’s what she had decided upon meeting Lev, what she had realized. “The way to stop them, the way to get rid of them, is to wipe them from existence.” It was stated so chillingly cold that it was as if she was a differnet person. No empathy. No care. “If every drop of saiyan blood is wiped from the earth, there is no chance for them to rise to power again. No chance for their slavery planets. No way for their inherent aggression and need to be above everything to continue.” She didn’t forget what he said about her. That she was innocent and there was a caring heart. “That woman you see? She died the night her child was taken from her. There is nothing left of her.” And she sincerely believed that to be true. The one from the planet of Vegeta, the slave, the docile one. She was gone. Replaced by Durian who sought only revenge and hatred. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 2/3 Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury (2692 attack) Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. 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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 18, 2017 22:49:22 GMT
Looking at her with a blank expression, he would notice the tools and medical supplies she brought with her when she came back. If she were to work on his wounds, he'd nod at her in permission to let her. Even though after her attempt he still lets her continue. Listening to her speak, it sounded cold. Her voice seemed blunt, and the emotions he could feel from her talking alone hinted him. The way she talked- How she spoke it, what she's saying. It's exactly what he'd hear from Carva. 'To win a fight, you don't merely defeat them. You kill them! Wiping their existence off the battle-field, every drop of blood would be eradicated!'....Or that's what he'd assume what Carva would say. He never talked to him enough to understand his personality very well. He really only knows him as a figure of death and pure evil and hatred.
"Durian.....What point is there in killing all Saiyans..When you, yourself, are acting like one? What makes a person better then the ones they killed? If you killed all Saiyans Durian...What makes you any less then those you'd kill? Done it out of hatred? Out of revenge? Out of the pure lust to spill Saiyan blood? What those traits indicate, is that you're acting like the Saiyans you want to kill."
If she was done tending to his wounds, that is if she bothered. He would've been gripping the couch tightly as she worked on him. And only after she would be done, he'd ask her that question. His voice was cold, it seemed straight forward. There was no soothing in his voice, no compassion, no friendly tone. He asked her, and he asked her seriously.
After that....Silence. Laying his head back he fell asleep, into a deep sleep. Keeping his power raised, making it virtually impossible to kill him even while he's asleep. With his eyes closed, his mind at rest. S.H.I.P spoke over the speakers to talk to Durian.
"Miss Durian? If you wish, you can stay inside one of the guest bedrooms for the remainder of the time. Night will be falling soon. So if you wish, you can go ahead. Though, between us, Girl to A.I. Believe in it that Kazar is a good person...I've been going threw his record files, his fights, his history. He's only aiming to do his best in the name of good. Being an Artificial Intelligence I can say it sounds redundant, but his wishes are his wishes he wants to carry out. If you want, you can go threw his record files and history. You'll see it for yourself."
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Post by Durian on Jan 24, 2017 22:36:21 GMT
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY She worked on no wounds. He had distracted her with talk that sucked all of the care from the Kagami. Reminded her that she needed to cling to her only goal. Eradicating the saiyan race. And he even tried to counter her. Tried to explain the flaw in her logic. The sad part was that there was no flaw. She wasn’t doing it to be better. She didn’t think of herself as better. “To defeat that which I hate, I become as them. I’m not better. I will be as a saiyan. And when the goal is reached, death can welcome me into its embrace alongside them.” It was just as cold but also empty. The Kagami spoke strongly but she now had doubt. Laying here was a saiyan. One that had died. Now he was living again. If the whole race could rise again there was no point in slaying them. They would merely return. Return angry and full of bloodlust. But... what else could she seek? Her past was gone to her and what lay ahead was an empty darkness. After his question and after her answer, he would fall asleep. The Kagami remained where she was a while longer. Contemplating. Trying to work through her confusion. This saiyan lay here and she knew not why he acted as he did. He displayed signs of any other of his race. Yet... many actions were different. Sparing her when she tried to take his life. That one was one of the most confusing. Was it all a play to lull her? Sighing, she’d begin to take her leave before she heard other words. The A.I of his. Shaking her head, she would reply to it as well. “A good person is subjective to the one viewing them. There is nothing I want but the eradication of his kind.” This was less strong and more tired. There was no reason to hide from his A.I. system. The hesitant Kagami looked back to the man. Still wounded. Lying in sleep that may have slightly been disturbed by pain. Hanging her head, the defeat she felt earlier that day with Levlidian would resurface. It was possible all she was good for was to serve their kind. And with that she would patch his wounds. Be gentle and make a quick job of it. She didn’t hesitate any longer and didn’t tarry. When she was done she would leave the ship and Kazar behind. She had a mission to carry out. Even if her will was damaged. Kazar Winters --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 => HW 8,158 KP - 2/3 Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury (2692 attack) Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Shemha on Feb 7, 2017 3:36:58 GMT
Durian WC 4415 - 7969 PL earned. New Total - 99,875! Kazar Winters WC 5838 - 5692 zeni earned! New Total - 7,521!
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