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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 12, 2014 9:01:57 GMT
It is quite a simple fact; how the cold is superior to the hot. It's actually quite simple. Heat is simply a form of energy, energy which eventually goes away. Cold, though, is a lack of this energy. Like Death, Cold is inevitable. No matter what you do, in the long run, you end up cold and dead. Even if there is nothing to be cold, there cold is. Even the brightest of stars, the hottest of cores, eventually it'd go bang or dissipate and only be left with the deep, cold, inevitable, knowing space of void. And it is cold.
Thinking this always made Wyntre happy. She could forever live in the deep vacuum of space, until she withers away and dies. But there it is. The inevitable. Death. And then, after her burial, she'd be cold. Of course she'd be cold. She's always cold. She was always cold. Wyntre, after reading too many philosophic books and a few glasses of wine, came up with a simple conclusion; 'to overcome the inevitable, you must become the inevitable'. So, to not face death, she must become it. To not face the cold, she must become the cold. Which was good. Considering she was already the cold.
That was a cool title, she thought. 'The Cold, the Inevitable, Wyntre'. Well. She was a bit too much drunk, she thought. Was it even possible for an Arcosian to get drunk? They had such a more efficient system for sustaining themselves, surely they couldn't get drunk. She thought on this for a little while. That settles it, she thought. Get all the wine!
Oh well. She was already miles above the earth anyway. No wine in deep space, she thought. Why not? Oh well. Better go back down to earth and complain about how they never make good wines. And down she went.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 10:33:36 GMT
Nikki Town. A nice place, friendly people and animals. Not bustling nor ultra busy like nearly every other continents capitol. Such being the perfect area for the Earth borne Arcosian. He has grown to help out his fellow Earthlings, alike, often helping to crop their farms and gardens, even plowing fields when requested of. It didn't bother him that he broke his back, figuratively anyway, over the acts at all. In fact, it put a smile on his scarred face all the time. Granted, an intimidating smirk more so than a smile, but still. It was the idea that truly tied all together.
Today was no different. Kurispa locked in his first form and raking the fallen leaves from his fellow inhabitants homes and plowing their fields with his incredible strength and speed of his heritage. All the work leaving him with a sweat dripping from his bone-like brow, though wiping it almost immediately to give the impression of him being able to keep going. In truth, he could have quit any time he liked! Regardless, it was break time. And he deserved a nice cup of fresh water, making the Arcosian begin walking toward the nearest store Nikki had to offer.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 13, 2014 7:41:39 GMT
She soon had found out that wine, in fact, did not affect Arcosians. Oh, that was an awful shame. It tasted good, that was a good as reason as any. Oh, well. There was little that affected them, nowadays. There had been quite a lot of friction within the Arcosian government, but they stood strong. They could probably take Earth as a price, that would be fun to see.
What would be even better would her doing it; taking earth. There are quite a lot of strong Power Levels here, anyway. The planet itself seemed to be a catalyst for them. For this strange unexplained phenomenon, she may make a proper school on it. Maybe. Perhaps. Not likely. No chance in hell.
Oh well. She was high enough in the atmosphere to make everything look like small dots, but not too far away to make them out of vision. It seemed it was a small human settlement. Hmm, quite pathetic. She pressed a few buttons on her scouter, sensing a quite high Power Level down there. Oh, interesting. Well, she stopped her flight, dropping down the ground below and harmlessly made a small crater.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 8:22:33 GMT
The drinking Kurispa was knelt over a small pond. His hands pressed tightly together and palms spread to capture the sweet liquid, drinking with a grateful appearance. The bone white protrusions being splashed on to cool them, as they slowly overheated from the beaming sun of above. The Arcosian huffing as he rose from his kneeling pose, though not making too much a difference as he was extremely short as it was. Only four feet tall and still needing to kneel to some things!
"Huh..?" Kurispa raised a brow, blinking once as a crash sounded off in the distance. His three toed feet smashing against the grassy grounds quickly and in a concerned frenzy, he bounced up and dashed for the unfamiliar disturbance. "What the..strange.." Kurisp commented, hiding behind an boulder for safety.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 14, 2014 7:17:09 GMT
Well, she had soon found out what the Power Level was. It appeared to be an other Arcosian. Arcosians weren't the most common race, by far. You could spend a lifetime with the Planet Trade Organization and not meet a single one. So, finding one on Earth was a bit of a surprise. Maybe he was a rebel. Maybe he's here on diplomatic matters. Maybe it's just an alien that just so happens to look just like an Arcosian. Perhaps, but she wanted in whatever it was. She floated down to the Arcosian, who was hiding behind a rock. No wonder he's no longer in the Planet Trade Organization, she figured, falsely assuming he used to be in it. They don't suffer cowards.
Well, they do. They really do. They had some of the best torturers in the galaxy, they did. Something to look up to. "Hello fellow Arcosian. I am Wyntre, Princess of Arcose."
She let out her hand, expecting it to be kissed and him to bow. It was a quite usual greeting, how she usually greeted her kin. She just hoped this one wasn't, you know, against her or anything.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 12:58:14 GMT
Another one of his own. He never thought the day would come! No, he figured that the population of..Arcosians, was it?, was completely desolate and barren. But now that another one was before him, there must have been more of his own somewhere, out in the stars. The time for pondering such things was not then, though, as things needed to be done and conversation was struck up. Her extension of the hand and expectancy was not paired up, though, as Krusipa simply stepped up to her and grasped her hand tight, shaking it gently.
"Fellow Arcosian? You're pretty formal, aren't you?" The male sneered some. "That's kind of funny. No offense, anyway." He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Though his laugh ended quickly as her title was spoken. "Princess? Sorry, woman, I don't serve anything or one." The Arcosian stepped back.
"Unless you have a valid reason for me to."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 15, 2014 3:27:57 GMT
Wyntre looked at Kuripsa as if she had just seen a ghost. What had really happened, though, was a whole lot rarer. There was an Arcosian, of all races, to not respect the Royal Family! Sure, there where rebels, but at least they feared them! Oh, this day was getting worse and worse.
His handshake, too, was odd. It was weak and pathetic. He wasn't even trying. It took a lot of willpower for Wyntre to not correct his rudeness! I mean, who has a weak handshake! She hoped it wasn't on purpose. You see, old Arcosian customs dictated that you should always have a strong handshake to show your strength and power, as that basically was rank. Oh, well. He'd give this... ignorant fool another chance.
"It's not funny in the slightest. You're very rude, too. I am your Princess, that IS the reason. Oh, and-... who are your parents, why are you here?"
Yep. She was pissed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 4:47:02 GMT
This supposed princess was clearly agitated by his unknowing. Oh well, it wasn't his fault he was born on Earth rather than Arcose! She'd simply require an explanation of some kind, was all!..hopefully. She didn't exactly look like the understanding type. Tough luck for her. He could tell by her look that she was disappointed with his greeting and simply craving a more intense and powerful one. And, who was Kurispa to not please?
The Arcosian grasping her palm tight and giving a powerful and firm shake, his thick arm bulging some with muscle as he did so. He'd remove himself before getting onto a single knee to plant a kiss upon her knuckle and then mocking her supposed royalty. "There. Hope you're happy, your majesty." His tone being sarcastic and unserious.
"Honestly, I could give a damn about how rude I am. It's a shame though. I could be way nicer. Listen up, Princess, I'd calm down. My parents? I never met them. Any other questions?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 15, 2014 5:33:17 GMT
Oh, that insolent fool!
While, at first, he had bowed and kissed her hand, finally, the way he mocked was... completely inexcusable! That- that- that.... It was hard to believe he was an Arcosian, he didn't deserve such a title. Yes, she said thought it. He didn't deserve his power. You could almost swear, if you watched, smoke started to come out of her ears in a mighty rage, a rage that wasn't showed on the outside. On the outside, she kept calm and collected, trying not to murder him.
"Yes, plenty more questions. First off, are you sure you are an Arcosian... or just some alien pig?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 6:13:34 GMT
Poor thing. The steam from her eats being shown somewhat, as the Arcosian male arched brow and gazed at her angered state of mind.
"Is that so? Feh, that's just a shame. I'm a full Arcosian, more so than some priss like yourself, my liege." He continued with his jokes, chortling underneath his breath as he continued. "A pig? How idiotic, it's clear an easily angered princess like yourself could be classed as such. Don't get ahead of yourself, your majesty."
"Anything more?" Kurispa was clearly having fun with this, judging by his cocky smile.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 16, 2014 2:42:05 GMT
Oh.... oh that was it. He'd went way to far to get away with it alive. That- that- that..... "YOU PATHETIC, INBRED, IGNORANT FOOL!"
Oh, he believed himself superior to his princess? How... how stupid! Oh, she's going to have to beat some sense into him now. After all, what he just did could be considered treason, and that's punishable by a fate many septillion times worse than death.
Yes, this was it. The pathetic fool dared mock Wyntre? That was his last mistake. Suddenly, an aura appeared around Wyntre as she back-flipped a few meters back. She started to laugh manically, as slowly, a transformation took place. You couldn't see much, though, as the town-folk from around fled in fear. Suddenly, the ground took a whole as smoke covered Wyntre completely...
And when it cleared, a figure took shape. It wasn't as short as most other True Forms, but that was fine. She was white, very pale, while purple biogems scattered across her body. A terrifying sight. And then she let out a finger. "Behold, the power of Arcose, in all of it's glory!"
And then the Beam came out, a compact deathly beam of red destruction incarnate. Oops.
------ 46,940PL, Death Beam, 31,000 damage
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 15:03:32 GMT
This was becoming rather fun. It seemed his cocky and hardy nature came from the essence that was his Arcosian heritage. He wasn't totally Earth-"atized"! No, rather irritating and mocking this supposed princess had become much too fun and he may gave busted something from laughing a but too much at her anger. His laughs continued on and on as Wyntre mumbled and grumbled something, perhaps they were swears, but came to a halt as he went to accommodate her..his way.
"Push you, have I? Don't feel bad, my liege. Don't have a hissy fit; not yet anyway!" Kurispa continued like a fool would. That was, until she finally blurted out her insults and the like to him. Yeah, Kurispa's arrogance definitely pushed her. And had she gone totally hostile, he'd need to delve into his more primal and savage, Earth made nature. Yet, alas, she made the move to terrify all his Earthlings by encasing and evolving herself into her true form. What a female dog.
"I see. Shame. I didn't want to put anyone down today." Kurispa shook his head and sucked on his teeth, using the same dust that enveloped the area to encase himself in a familiar deep purple shell. The shell floating over the grasslands until it slowly broke and crack, allowing a pure white to escape and shine. The cracking eased, though, as the fully evolved Arcosian emerged. His form being the usual, short but his body sleek and a pale white with his gems positioned on his chest, shoulders and head.
His own two fingers poking out and his lips curving into a smirk. "Death Bullet!" He called out, the large bullet of Ki forming into a birdy shape and combatting the Death Beam. There was a slight chance he wouldn't exactly win but rather shove the incoming move away.
Kurispa @ 40,404 | Death Bullet at 28,000 dmg.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 20, 2014 8:29:49 GMT
"Oh, you idiot. My Power Level surpasses your own! I am the Princess of Arcose, you are dirt. Just give up now and I may not kill you."
Oh, this was getting better. What had been a raging storm of death and anger soon prior was now a more calm, collected, condescending and knowing figure, looking down on the shorter Arcosian like one would property. Soon, he had used a technique that Wyntre had heard of; Death Bullet. It had hit her own beam, causing them to collide and push against each other before there was a large explosion near the middle, causing minor damage to this fool. "What's your name, by the way? I need to know what to put on the gravestone."
The extreme rage had turned into a playful grin now. Hah, she thought to herself. The fool thinks he stands a chance. She let out her finger, her signature attack soon to come. "Sorry, in advance."
---- 31k - 28k = 3k damage = the damage caused by the explosion of two attacks hitting each other that hit you. 31k = Death Beam. Total, 34k worth of damage :3
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 13:26:03 GMT
The collision was a success. Death Bullet hit against his supposed ruler's Death Beam and ultimately was all he needed to understand what he was really against- power to power wise. The Arcosian, himself, figured he was extremely outclassed in a couple of thousand levels. So, it was either play the fool and die or bow down to his mighty. Kurispa huffed and turned his entire figure around. Waving his right hand.
His body formulated into a sphere. The same one used to transform but erupted more quickly, revealing his base and midget-like form. His hands raised up to his head and a smile plastered along his lips. His fingers waving a few times, initiating a "I give" symbol.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 23, 2014 8:57:21 GMT
Bah, she thought! The little lizard gave up? He wasn't an Arcosian at all, he'd be a poor excuse for a skink! And now he made himself vulnerable and pathetic in comparison, not that it was any different prior. Oh well. She might be merciful to only beat him within an inch of his life.
Well, it wouldn't really change anything if she transformed. And so she did, quickly transformed as her purples turned into a blue, horns appeared and some other details emerged, her height also slightly adjusting. "Hah! Pathetic. You're giving up, aren't you? At least give me a good fight. But, surely, you cannot surely believe I'll let you live after the false mockery you have claimed. You little, insolent fool. I'd be a saint to let you live, a saint I am not."
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