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Post by Solen on Mar 12, 2017 17:50:49 GMT
Solen Power Level: 2,591 Effects: None Text Color: 0afd00 Word Count: 237 Helix Crust @namorel
Namek, beautiful Namek. It's nice blue plains and majestic green skies, what was not to love about it? Yet... As much as Solen continued to stare off into the sky, the more he became disgusted with the current setting. These horrifying times were bad imprints on the mind of the young Namekians who were forced to live on a planet kept by the destructive king Xylo. How long would Solen be forced to waltz from my city to city, village to village in search of more powerful Namekians to train under. He couldn't do anything against the tyrant with his current pitiful power, he managed to get swarmed by Mazoku scum only a few days ago while trying to escape a village. Had he not used his Ki, he would have likely died from the attacks. Solen stood up from his spot the red rock, placing his hand on the cold surface while looking around himself. Nothing but empty blue fields for miles. The small trail of smoke rising in the distance gave the idea of a village, but Solen did not wish to accidentally walk into a death trap, and started jogging off into the distance, farther from the village, readjusting the sword strap over his back. "These days, I feel like I am wasting my time on nothing... How am I supposed to do anything spectacular with my life if I can't amount to anything"
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 15, 2017 16:44:24 GMT
Twists and turns the dance of the skies, a black haze filling the minuscule empty voids between parchment coloured clouds, only for demonic energy to twist and discolour the odd cloud here or there. "Man... I... I really need to stop doing that." Dantalion stated, a large meaty claw scratching at the back of his head looking at what damage he had wrought. "I mean, it's no wonder people think we are beings of destruction bringing it with every passing step if all I ever do is turn the clouds dark and cause the grass to wither at my passing." He stated with a lackadaisical shrug, turning around to continue his routine surveyance, in these foreboding times Rebellion popped up like roaches in a kitchen, ya don't always see it, but they are always there.
A village hid underneath, the scowls and growls of Namekian usurpers as clear as day as he dashed past, he had already collected their taxes the other month and overtaxing the poor was only going to incite more rage and violence in their ranks. Besides, the most dangerous part of a usurper wasn't their strength, it was if they could incite more violence in others, and around these parts that seemed to have died down once they saw the Taxman only taxed what they could afford, rather than what he wanted.
A trail of demonic energy remained, hovering over and infecting a cloud above, a foreboding sight as garnet lights distorted in the watery vapour of the cloud, twisting and turning through them as it scanned for anything of importance. Then came a strange sight, a Namekian, not strange because he was a green man on a blue plain on a green planet, but the glistening shape of metal, the familiar curvature of a blade. This one had a sword. Dantalion's advancement came to a shrieking halt, as slowly he descended down a haze of a form, stretching wide and high, far taller than the Namekian that he slowly descended upon.
"You there. Stranger." Dantalion stated, his hand gripped around a thorn of his back as he hopped the Namekian's attention was caught. "I don't think I have seen a Namekian with a sword around these parts." He continued, slowly approaching as tendrils of demonic energy snapped and writhed around him, a few wild strands striking at the grass and leaving a wilting patch. "Just ahh... Yeah, ignore the Purple stuff. Can't control it." He continued, a jovial tone taken to the Baritonal voice masked behind a veil of mist.
PL - 32126 - HW - 8031 KP [3/3] @solen
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 19:46:55 GMT
| Namorel Powerlevel: 25,946
Effects: Heavy Weights |
What Is The Point Of Being Green?
"Wasting your time? Sounds to me like you are giving up before you began."
Namorel gently dropped out from the sky to the red rock below, the color of the rocky structure both polar and accenting the surrounding blue plains and green sky of the planet. Much like every other plateau on the planet and yet what stood out was the namekian standing atop it, aloof and distraught. It seemed he was of the Warrior Caste, the blade hanging from his shoulder and over his back, much like how Namorel used Kaze, but at the same much to its own capacity unique. However, the two were not alone, rather a presence Namorel had felt before was amidst them, the mass that had demanded taxed before seemed to once more make his appearance. The feeling of dread it brought over was akin to that of the demon that was always at Xylo's side, and yet it was not quite as unnerving as his, almost ironic.
"Long time no see, here to tax this one too?"
Sarcasm was obvious in his voice as he spoke, the negative feelings towards the demon was rather obvious. However he as sure words would do him little here, rather it was more for the namekian's amusement. Either way his real purpose to be here was the namekian ahead of him. Namorel's cape billowed in the wind that raced past them, the kanji of the Warrior Caste glaring brightly in the middle of the cape.
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Post by Solen on Mar 16, 2017 8:14:44 GMT
As the two arrived on the location so unexpectedly, Solen was unsure how he was going to react. For one, something of odd origin, most likely that of the demon realms, servant of the devil. The other though, was an visitor that caused the jaw of the six foot Namekian to drop. I-it was Namorel! The brave caste leader who protected his people when the previous Guru left the planet with his antennae between his legs. There was clearly some salt between the demon and Solen's leader, his thick green antennae weighing his neck down as he stood silent, unsure what to say at the current moment. His body shifted to looked at the monstrous form, probably here for some odd reason, but judging from the distaste from Namorel, he must be working with something, or someone bad. Possibly Mazoku, or maybe the demons were claiming Namek like the past saiyans had tried and succeeded in. Solen cared less, backing away towards his leader while staring at the demon. "Hello there hell spawn, why do you tread on these sacred ground with your presence that burns the soul" Solen said, attempting to sound as professional and elder-like as possible. Her had taken to protecting some smaller Namekian children recently, and had thought of starting a small village if all went well, so he might as well start the act as soon as he possibly could. "What good can come out of a creature such as yourself being on this planet. Do you work with the damned Mazoku?" He would yell, before directing himself towards Namorel. "Leader Namorel, I was not expecting you. I-I have been searching for you for a great deal of time, as well as the aspiring Helix I have heard so many stories of. Please take me under your grace and power..." he said with a sudden desperate voice. He had spent so long looking all over their little green rock in space and suddenly, when something foreign shows up, so does the mythical warrior. What was next, Xylo appearing to give a speech on bull toads and his excellence? "I wish to speak with you once we have time, though I presume this creature wishes to speak to me as well, so be it" he would end off with, looking at the demon with a curious and firm look, waiting for a response.
Word Count: 634 Dantalion @namorel
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 16, 2017 8:56:00 GMT
Oh great. The green dickhead who thinks the world revolves around him. Dantalion thought, snapping in his own mind as slowly he turned to face the man, looking him up and down releasing a single pulse of smoke. "No actually. I already collected the taxes for today. Sorry to tell you but it looks like we won't be starving to death anytime soon." He snapped back, taking a step closer. He had heard the rumours whisk through the Mazoku, and he knew where he stood. A few rungs below him in power, but there was nothing to fear, if he was struck down here it would only cause Xylo's wrath, presuming that he had not overstepped where he stood in Xylo's favour. In the end, it came down to a duelling of philosophy, something he was prepared to teach Namorel, whether he liked it or not.
Then came something that was far from shocking. Another arrogant Namekian too confident in his own power. Or at the very least, in Namorel. It was fair, Namorel doused him in power but when every Namekian he went passed looked down at him with disgust, it really made one think if they are as peaceful as they make themselves out to be, or if they are simply arrogant assholes who talk down when they felt. "And here I was being respectful." He spoke in a sarcastic tone, a twist of Demonic power slicing at the ground, unintended but blood boiled. Quickly his form shifted, Garnet eyes shifting through to the back as he quickly lashed in speed, closing the gap and towering over him. A passively hostile motion as a few flicks of black haze twisted the ground beneath him. "Hell Spawn? No. I am Demon, not ogre." He stated in a matter-a-fact tone, he felt protected by Xylo, if they were to strike him down here, than Xylo would simply do the same to them, though hopefully toy with them for a while at the same time. "And do not speak as if this is sacred ground. If it was as sacred as you state then I would be burning to ashes while we speak." he continued in the same tone, taking a page from Mammon, it's not like they know anything about Demons anyway. Then, as if mimicking himself his jaw unhinged, the sound of bone-rattling as his words rolled out in a voice booming a few tones darker and louder than a Namekian's voice box could muster, mocking his feeble attempt at menace. "If you must know yes I ally with Mazoku. What will you do about it." He bellowed, a wave of black haze forced away, trailing over the grass behind Solen as his mouth became clear, nothing more than a boned frame, a few slivers of flesh to be seen through the jaw.
He took a brief pause, taking a step back as to let the two Namekians speak before being so graciously allowed by the Namekian to speak. "I was going to ask you about your sword. You are the only other person I had seen with one," he replied coldly, the matter-a-fact tone removed as some level of sincerity was to be found in his voice. "But maybe I need to teach you some etiquette. For example. When someone greets you, you say hello. Not foul beast be gone." A cold bitter tone taken, even Namorel who he assumed was in no mood to deal with a member of Mazoku asking for Taxes still greeted him. The black cloud followed his arms as he pointed to Namorel, "For example. When I first met Namorel here, he at least humoured me and showed, at first, a degree of respect." His tone shifted as if educating an infant in the most basic of etiquette, worst of all was if anyone knew his name, it was coming onto his fourth Birthday yet the way he acted most would think him to be in his later twenties.
Solen | @namorel
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Post by Helix Crust on Mar 16, 2017 14:28:44 GMT
For a striking, brisk moment before Helix appeared, there would be a queer air of silence and absence, as if a bowling ball had dropped into a pool of water, and left a void in the surface of the liquid.
And then, a whirr of sharp air, spiraling towards a center point and materializing into the shape of a short beggar of a namekian. Cloaked in tight close garbs, the old man looked as if he was about to ask if any of the congregated gang had some zeni to spare. But instantly, a elderly, lanky namekian sprouted from the crippled frame. Helix seemed to be completely unaware of his surroundings, his eyes searching for something in complete singularity. When his gaze found Namorel, the guru burst into a grin. "Brother Namorel, I have good news—"
Suddenly, the prophet became aware of his surroundings. Blinking quickly and looking outwards, Helix's eyes flickered from the stoic warrior caste to the wicked demon.
Helix cringed. The dark energy oozing from the demon's veins strained on the guru's soul sense. "Greetings, my son," Helix's enthusiasm stammered slightly as he spoke to the namekian he was unfamiliar with, disturbed by the presence of the demon, "I don't believe we have met!"
The prophet turned then to the spindly black creature. His eyes narrowed. The guru stared not with accusatory aggression but with gaze of gentle chide, as if the demon was intruding on an intimate moment. "If you will," Helix spoke quickly and conclusively, "Send my regards to Xylo."
The prophet would then turn his back towards the demon slightly as he placed a hand on each of the warrior caste's shoulders. "Brothers," Helix smiled with benevolent warmth of a born peacekeeper, "Let us move to a more appropriate venue for discussion."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 11:55:20 GMT
| Namorel Powerlevel: 25,946
Effects: Heavy Weights |
What Is The Point Of Being Green?
Two expressions were present as Namorel landed on the rocky plateau. The rude reaction of the demon was rather anticipated, hell Namorel provoked it if anything. However the namekian he had never met seemed rather enthralled to meet Namorel, requesting even to be trained under the Warrior Caste leader. Pride started to overcome Namorel, but a comment from the demon peaked Namorel's interest and gave him the prime opportunity to snark back at him.
"I can fix the burning issue for you... just didn't have its god around to do it yet."
Namorel replied sarcastically to the demon, his distaste for the fellow was more humorous than it was serious and yet Namorel wanted the demon to believe otherwise, it would only be even better were he to share word to Xylo... give the two of them a bit more to talk about if they were to cross paths again. Although he wasn't going to flare his ki this time, no point in making the poor fellow piss himself. Turning back to the new namekian he would speak with less sarcasm, the pride returning to him some.
"Young brother, how are you? Do you hail from the Warrior Caste like I? And do you by chance know that thing?"
Keeping his politeness towards the namekian throughout the entire notion to Solen, even to the point when he referred to Dantalion. He was sure that he seemed like an asshole to the demon, but he had more salt with the demon than he did this random new namekian he just met.
"I was only polite until I saw your... face? Meanwhile, yes. Let's talk somewhere... you need to meet Helix after all."
Namorel spoke towards the both of them, conquering Kaze in case either of the two of them began a fight with one another, albeit the fact was unlikely. The demon seemed like a coward in Namorel's eyes, was this the kind that Xylo was recruiting? If this was the case then their only threat was the Mazoku King himself and not these thralls. Feeling Helix's signature nearby he turned to face the older Dragon Clan namekian.
"Speaking of the messiah, good afternoon Helix."
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Post by Solen on Mar 19, 2017 6:25:36 GMT
"Oh my... More brothers arrive. Good afternoon Lord Namorel. Yes, I am a proud member of the Warrior Caste. I am at your service. As for this monster, I know not who they are. I assume from your speech, they are a form of tax collector, though I can assume this has Mazoku written behind it in crimson ink" Solen's voice would say, directed as Helix would arrive. "As for this Helix. I have heard the name somewhere before. I am unsure who or from where, but it definitely rings some bells... I take that back, it claps some hands. Solen was trying to figure out whether to be aggressive towards Dantalion, as he was pretty sure Namorel was half tempted to send Ki bolts through the demon's chest, yet this odd Namekian that showed up was peaceful. He gave the sort of vibe a nice bottle of flavored water gave Solen when he could afford such luxuries with the little money he stole off of the Mazoku he rid from Namek. If someone decided to play games with fate and join the monsters, they had no reason to hold onto such wealth. "I would advise staying away from this segment fiend. Unless you have something important to say to us, or have some other reason to be here, you are more welcome with your own kind. This is our planet." Solen said, in a very anti-demon way. He was snarling with every word, his hand extremely close to gripping the handle of his dirk and digging it into his opponents flesh. Of course, he would likely be beaten down. Namorel and Helix didn't attack for a reason, and while he couldn't put his finger on it, there was definitely some kind of power behind the demon's speech. Maybe, just maybe, this was someone he should know. Someone far higher up the food chain who had weight to throw around. Solen would back down, stepping backwards towards Namorel and lower is power level to a reasonable number, in an attempt to seem weak.
Word Count: 977 Dantalion Helix Crust @namorel New Current Power Level: 20
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 19, 2017 9:21:53 GMT
Dantalion turned to face Namorel, looking him up and down before scoffing. "Wow. Spend all day thinking that one up?" He retorted, the last bit made little sense, he ran it through his mind a dozen times but still came up blank. Just don't have its god around to do it yet. The hell does that mean? But these thoughts were for another time, shifting and sorting through the strange phrasing. Though Namorel continued on he seemed to speak to him, at least he wasn't completely ignored. "No. You lost the veneer of respect when I tried to get you to pay taxes." He stated a short distance from the two. "But don't worry about paying it. Where you don't pay." He scoffed, Namorel should have known fully well what he was to say, but the Sword Wielding Namekian was a different story. "Well... Others simply pay double." The matter-a-fact tone returning, though double was an exaggeration, saying that all other villages simply pay three zones more was far too unnecessary a detail.
This whole ordeal was familiar, there was another Namekian there too. One with a wit about as Dry as this sword wielder, though respect incalculably higher. In fact, he was about to inquire about the other, nearly certain he was not wielding a sword when he first encountered when Helix arrived. He wondered what he was about to deal with. Another brash Namekian here to call him an accursed Demon from the depths of hell. He surely knew too few a kind Namekian to assume one even with the title of peacekeeper to be a kind man of any regard. Only for Dantalion to be pleasantly surprised.
"Helix." He stated, listening to Namorel's response. It seemed that this was the god he referred too, though still, the phrasing was off. The frame of haze was quickly sapped away, drawn into his body to allow a sharp nod before taking a few steps past him, before hearing Solen take a stab at him. "Ya know. Helix." He paused, putting a finger in front of the Namekian to simply halt him for a passing Second. "If you may. Could you inform the Sword wielder to still his tongue? He lashes it far too often and with little purpose." since Helix showed some modicum of respect to Dantalion than he earned the same utmost respect. He exhaled the smoke again, letting it take form across his Skeletal features before turning to Solen. "Shut up you Imbecile." It was harsh, direct and insulting, something the Namekian had so far been unable to do, no matter how much vitriol tainted his words. And with that Dantalion ascended to the clouds, wisps of Demonic energy infiltrating the clouds and turning the odd one dark and malevolent. Solen | @namorel | Helix Crust Leaving Thread - Intent PL
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Post by Helix Crust on Apr 3, 2017 13:29:05 GMT
As Namorel greeted him, Helix smiled warmly, bearing his sharp teeth for a moment before speaking. "Greetings, Namorel. It's been a moment!" Helix turned towards Solen, who had taken a step back from the boisterous demon encroaching on namekian grounds.
The abhorrent creature managed to vomit up a few more witty retorts before sensing Helix and Namorel's arrival and seemingly realizing that his talk could get him in a lot of trouble when picking on others his own size. As the demon tried desperately to win the favor of the prophet, Helix's face turned stony and he raised an eyebrow in silent judgement.
Blatantly running away, the demon shot off one last crack shot at the warrior caste beside Namorel. Helix's eyes narrowed with fraternal defensiveness. <I implore you,> Helix projected mentally to all of the participating parties, <Never return here or attempt to disrespect my brothers again.> Helix's eyes narrowed. The prophet loved his enemies… but he loved his allies with a far deeper and protective pride. <Or I will be forced to personally see to it that you never set foot on Namek again.>
Turning back to face Solen and Namorel, the prophet broke back into a grin, his troubles immediately alleviated. "Do not let the wicked torment you. He wishes only to drag you down to his own level of misery."
Helix gestured for the namekians to gather close to him, and put out each of his hands for his brothers to clasp. "If you will, we have important matters to discuss! A wonderful occurrence has transpired!" The prophet smiled warmly, and if his comrades took his hands, they would find themselves blurring into a static fritz of wind, before dissolving into mid air, teleporting off to the grand elder village!
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Post by Vennel on Apr 6, 2017 6:36:11 GMT
Dantalion WC: 1554 | Gains: 2176 PLOld PL: 43,926 -> New PL: 46,102 @namorel WC: 612 | Gains: 1017 PLOld PL: 109,804 -> New PL: 110,821 Helix Crust WC: 592 | Gains: 947 ZeniOld Zeni: 31,992 -> New Zeni: 32,939 SolenPlease PM myself or another staff member with the gains you’d like, along with a link to this thread to receive your gains when you’re ready.
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