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Post by Shemha on Mar 13, 2017 1:52:13 GMT
Current PL - 3,681,885/4,663,721
Shemha ran her hand along the wall of the newly constructed dojo. Smooth and durable, the long wall of the training facility matched the requested specifications perfectly. Like the chamber aboard her ship, the domed building was designed to handle fighters of her caliber and beyond. Large and mostly empty, the massive structure could house a number of warriors and still allow them each to have their own area to train. Here the Majin and all of her allies could grow stronger together for what was to come.
Additionally Shemha had made a small self sacrifice to enhance the dojo even further. The machine that allowed her to enhance gravity in her personal training room aboard her ship had been moved here. Now, all within the Empire could benefit from it if they chose. For the most part, the facility would be open to any who sought to grow stronger. When the SSE finally confronted the Mazoku, Lord Xylo and his toadies would be in for a brutal surprise.
However, the concept of training and the actual act were things far and away from one another. Countless individuals spoke of conditioning themselves and growing stronger, but only the ones with conviction actually went through with it. With thousands of soldiers at the ready, Shemha wanted to see which ones would be willing to really push themselves.
With her dojo connected to the majority of the communication lines that spread across Vegeta and countless open scouter channels, Shemha prepped the device to broadcast a message. The invitation would be open, let all those who wanted respond. With a couple more taps of her fingers, the com was ready.
”Warriors of Vegeta, my name is Shemha and like you, I am a loyal soldier of the Empire. With the recent events on Namek it is likely that the SSE will face a challenging foe in the near future and from what I have personally witnessed, we are not ready. With that in mind, I wish to offer my newly constructed dojo as a place for all of us test and improve our skills. For those interested, seek me out and show me what you’re made of. I will be waiting.”
As she closed the channel, a small click of her tongue echoed softly across the expanse of the building. This could prove interesting or turn out to be a disappointment, she hoped it was the former.
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Post by Purika on Mar 13, 2017 2:02:07 GMT
Purika sat on his couch, watching television while holding a white place that held a slab of meat. He was watching a pair of saiyans sparring, the usual. He devoured the slab, before belching. He gulped down the water in the open top paper cup, crushing it before throwing it on his plate. He grabbed the remote and switched the television off, rising from his seat on the comfy sofa. He headed over to the trash can, throwing the crushed paper cup in the trash. He opened his dishwasher, putting the plate in before heading down the stairs.
Then, his scouter would beep. A new voice message. Purika grinned, raising his left arm to his scouter, pressing a few buttons to get to his inbox. He played the voice message, hearing a familiar voice, it belonged to the pink and tough majin Shemha. He encountered her days earlier in the throne room. He listened to the message. It caused him to chuckle a bit. "The Mazoku won't know what hit them." Purika would walk down the rest of the stairs, heading over to Shukaku's room. He knocked on the door to Shukaku's room to get his attention.
Once Shukaku came to the door, he spoke. "Come with me to train if you want. Someone strong will be there... besides me." If Shukaku accepted or not, Purika would walk to the exit of the ship. He proceeded to press the button beside the doorway, causing the door to slide open and a metal ramp to slide down. If Shukaku had been following him or not, the ship would lock and Purika would start walking. He closed his eyes, before trying to sense the familiar energy of Shemha. He did so days earlier when the meeting was going on.
He found her, opening his eyes again. He walked down multiple streets, before reaching the dome. He could see it from miles away because of how big it was. Once he reached the wooden entrance, he opened one of the doors. Purika walked in, opening one of the doors, pushing the door open a bit wider for Shukaku. He smirked as his eyes locked onto Shemha. Purika walked over to her, stopping a few meters in front of her. "I got your invite." Purika said while crossing his arms.
He was dressed in his usual black jumpsuit and would be wearing his teal and black armor, with weights being attached around his legs and arms, being a slightly lighter shade of black. He was ready to train. He chose not to restrict how much power he was using and showing.
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Post by Shukaku on Mar 13, 2017 3:00:07 GMT
Shukaku came to the door in a matter of seconds, opening the door with some force. He would think for a moment.. 'Someone stronger than him..' He would agree, mainly due to the promise of someone stronger than Purika. It was impressive to think for Shukaku. How much stronger than Purika was she?.. He would soon find out. He followed the Saiyan out of the ship, watching him lock it before they began to head for some large building off in the distance. It seemed new, and it was in actuality. Shukaku walked.. and felt some massive energy, coming from the dome structure ahead of them. It was immense. It even intimidated Shukaku a bit. The big bad Majin.. intimidated.. quite a surprise. He would keep this to himself however, not wanting to look weak.
Shukaku followed the Saiyan into the building.. and found the source of the immense power: A Majin? There was a Majin this powerful... this was.. news to him. She was the second powerful Majin he had ever seen, and the last one wasn't even this strong. He kept his eyes on her as he stopped with Purika. "..Such a powerful Majin makes me prideful to be one." He would remark about her.
Shukaku was wearing his usual white baggy pants, maroon colored boots, and Saiyan arm guards. He actually wore the top half to his Saiyan armor, which was black and maroon. He left his newly aquired heavy weights at home.
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Post by Gastro on Mar 14, 2017 0:08:11 GMT
Gastro sighed, he wasn’t getting any stronger, which was a huge letdown. He went to Earth only to be sucker punched and not get revenge. Then had to immediately leave after which sucked. He landed on Vegeta did some training not having any real strength upgrade either, the hell man. Gastro promised Namorel, Helix, and the village elder he’d get stronger. Yet nothing was shown, Gastro sighed.”That Saiyan told me, training will get me to become strong, to protect my people. Well doesn’t even seem like I'm getting strong at al-” On the communication device he had, or what Gastro referred to the ‘bootleg scouting device’ a call was heard. Gastro quickly picked it up, it was an open channel and it was about..what do you know about becoming strong! Gastro grinned, that frown went upside down.”Alright, guess for this I’ll have to do it, ain’t going to be stuck at rock bottom.” And with that, Gastro got up a green aura radiating around him as he blasted off to the location. Seeing the large dojo.”Holy fuck...well guess I have to make an entrance.” As such, he went the generic way simply floating down entering the dojo doors.”Uh...ready to train?”
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Post by Accordio on Mar 14, 2017 18:49:14 GMT
[Thread PL: 45,533]
Exploring more of the planet of Vegeta, Accordio had marked down a couple potential places to which he could create a new settlement for his people. It had only been a couple days since the announcement, and Accordio made it an order than only he was to search to colonize, in fear of a saiyan trying to make it seem like a Namekian attacked them. That damn Brassica and her simian friend lying through their teeth, the young guru utterly not happy with the instant troubles caused by the morons of this planet. Thank goodness for people like Queen Habana who keep her people in line.
After spending a good five hours searching, he found a good three noteworthy spots, one of which really got on his radar due to how it was located underneath a mountain, which could lead into the prospect of having cave homes. Though, he was still not entirely sure about the location, and he was getting rather bored from just walking around the planet, and so he flew back to the major city of Vegeta, arriving there within no time at all. Arriving there, he would see a group of Namekians trying some Vegetan cuisine, which was a rather nice thing for the young kid to see. Smiling and nodding his head in aproval in how these Namekians were getting acclimated to the culture on Vegeta, and even with each other as Strohpod was in the group, eating with a warrior and a dragon caste. This was the start of something really excellent.
That was when he overheard some chatter from a stray Scouter, as a Saiyan was trying on some helmets provided to him by a Brenchian street vendor. It was a familiar voice that he could never forget even if he died again, one of the very few people who still held his trust to this very day. It was Shemha, a majin woman, and she was calling for a training session with those in the SSE, as she felt that no one was prepared for the threat the came from Xylo. And truth be told, Accordio was on this same boat as well. And knowing that Lusca and Dion weren't around, maybe now was the proper chance for him to hone his own skills. Closing his eyes to allow him to focus on nearby energies, he could feel the soul of Shemha growing brightly among the saiyans living in this city, the small Namekian kid flying off in that direction, aiming to find his friend there for some good training.
Arriving a little later, Accordio notices the group who arrived before him. All of them considerably weaker than him, save for the same generic looking saiyan whom Accordio still knew not the name of. Though, the others in this room were much more unique despite their weak souls, one of them being a burly looking majin whose energy paled way in comparison to Shemha's. And the other person's presence was even more curiouser, as it was a Namekian whom Accordio did not recognize in the slightest. It sure as heck was one of the guys he brought to Namek on his tactical retreat after barely surviving Walker's treachery.
Making his way past the strangers in the room, Accordio stopped before Shemha and bowed slightly, saying with respect, "It is a pleasure to see you again Miss Shemha. I didn't hear the full announcement due to me not having a scouter, but I got the gist of you wanting to train some of the SSE soldiers. Might I partake in these actions, as I need to get stronger too... I... I wish to not be burden again, a person for others to protect all the time. I want to be there to protect you and Habana and anyone else worthy of being protected, standing as an equal, not as a little child.... Would this be alright?"
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Post by Shemha on Mar 15, 2017 12:49:37 GMT
For those that answered the Majin’s call, the structure was as difficult to miss as Shemha’s own signature. At the edge of the capital the giant white dome resembled a supersized gravity chamber. Completely white despite the two fifteen foot wooden doors that marked its entrance, the dojo towered over the other buildings in the area. With real estate at the heart of the city limited and with this location far away from any important facilities, the spot allowed for the buildings massive footprint and limited the possibilities of collateral damage. Habana would hardly be pleased if fighting broke free from the place and damaged the city. Simple in design, Shemha planned to upgrade the structure as time went on, her plan to personalize it on hold thanks to her desire to test it. If anything, she was a practical individual. When she sensed a signature that felt as if it were headed in her direction she zeroed in on it to find she knew exactly who it was. The warrior Purika, one she had last seen in throne room as a result of Habana’s summons. From the first time the two met the male had grown, but General Mayze had lost to Xylo and that powerful Super Saiyan eclipsed Purika’s current strength. He had a ways to go. With a casual turn, the Majin faced the door as the first of the arrivals made his entrance. Despite her newly acquired height, he towered over her. Incredibly tall for one of his race she wondered if there was something more in his bloodline than just Saiyan, perhaps in the distant past. Like his kin though, his words were blunt. She returned them in kind. ”Good.” Her head then cocked to the side slightly as a weaker signature she missed stepped through the door. While she overlooked his energy as he approached behind Purika, there was no way she could overlook his physical presence. Instantly she recognized him as one of her kin, yet his build was unlike any Majin she had ever known. Towering over his Saiyan counterpart and likely a good two feet taller than her, the bulky Majin dwarfed her slender figure. Was this creature a loyal member of the Empire as well? ”And who might you be?” She asked with a clear curiosity in her voice, even going as far as to take a step forward to get a better look at him. Her proximity granted her the opportunity to hear his comment, a small smile teasing her lips at the compliment. More forward and less concerned with etiquette than she once was, Shemha didn’t hide the fact her eyes scanned him from head to toe. Naturally she took interest in those she could call brother or sister, regardless of how far removed they might be. Was it possible Presto knew about him? As others arrived, she was drawn from her inspection. First to regard another hulking figure, this one of Namekian origin. It seemed the SSE had no shortage of large warriors for the coming war and she would do her best to help their signatures match their bulk. Along with her quick glance at the newest arrival, a small nod would be the answer to his question before she posed her own. ”Are you one of the many who come to Vegeta with the Guru?” Again her words direct. As it were, the Guru himself was the last to arrive. Before Accordio even set down, her eyes were on him. Following his approach, a friendly smile overtook the cordial one she had given the others, this individual one she had grown to know and trust during her time on Namek. From his gracious unlocking of her potential to the summoning of the dragon and Walker’s subsequent betrayal, the two had worked side by side. In part, he was the reason that she still drew breath. Without the little runt it was likely Habana and her would be nothing but ash. For this reason she was shaking her head halfway through his statement. ”You should know the answer to that Accordio. All of you should.” Shemha started as she began to walk backwards to separate herself from the group. A quick glance went between Shukaku and Gastro, almost as if asking to verify that they were loyal to the Empire. She assumed their response to her summons indicated as much. ”As my invitation stated, the Empire needs its soldiers to be in top condition and while none of you are weak, you are still outclassed by who we are up against. Now tell me, do any of you have experience with gravity enhanced training?”She doubted they were anywhere near her level of experience with gravity, but that was no matter. Wherever they could start was good enough. The effort they put in was what mattered.
A short distance away, pressed to the glass of a clothing outlet, stood a woman in white. Hands against the cold surface of the display window, the girl eyed a dark dress fitted to a mannequin. Form fitting and trimmed at the sleeves and hem with lace, the piece was a wonderful thing to behold even if its price tag could make one cringe. Caught up in her indecision as to if she should purchase the garment or not, time slipped away from her. Only when a duo walked passed her and casually mentioned they would barely make their lunch reservation did she realize her mistake. ”Crap.” Meridia mumbled to herself as she glanced to a street clock. Five minutes late already. Shemha wasn’t going to be happy. Earlier she promised her Majin friend that she would be there for the official opening of her newly constructed dojo. She hadn’t promised to engage in the combat herself, but that she would be present. Having been told ahead of time when the invitation would be sent out she chose to take a trip through the shopping district. Once again she failed to properly tack the passage of the hours. Shopping always seemed to speed up the passage of time. With one last longing glance at the dress, she decided to return later and hope it was available for a fitting. For now she needed to stay true to her word. An almost defeated sighed escaped the demon’s lips and then she was gone, a powerful gust of wind the last indication of her presence as she launched into the air. (Maxxie is going to sit this one out so I think it is just us five!) This is how Shemha looks.  |
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Post by Purika on Mar 15, 2017 15:12:46 GMT
Purika heard Shemha speak, not replying anything back because it didn't require any remark. Purika also listened to Shukaku state his comment as he stood beside him. Maybe him seeing Shemha would make him strive to get stronger, which was a good thing because Shukaku was part of his squad. Purika also took note that Shukaku was wearing his armor today, maybe he was getting used to it. He thought it looked good on him. The majin also got stronger, his scouter scanned that his offensive stats when up by 4,000, but his defensive stats went up a lot more than that.
Purika was proud that the majin was getting stronger either way, only if it was by a bit. Purika stood by, listening to Shemha ask Shukaku who he was. He was going to respond to this, but he felt that Shukaku could respond to that himself. Purika turned his head, looking over to Shukaku before looking back at Shemha who had put her attention on the majin. As Purika stood, he sensed someone else had entered the dojo. Someone he was familiar with, Gastro. Another member of his squad. He already could determine who he was, even while not looking at him.
He already sensed him before. He listened as Gastro made it clear that he was here to train, which was pretty obvious since he got an invitation to train. Maybe the namekian was socially awkward or something. Shemha asked did he come to Vegeta with the Guru, which he could verify that he didn't. But, again, the namekian could answer for himself. Purika sensed another stronger power enter the room, one stronger than him while his weights were equipped. Like before, he already sensed the namekian before, but this time in the meeting.
The namekian made his way towards Shemha, stating and asking a few things. Purika heard the namekian in full but didn't think too much of it. Purika listened to Shemha as she stepped back a bit, with Purika nodding to her. The namekian wasn't as strong as them, but he was helpful either way. Purika listened as Shemha continued to speak, a smirk crawling to his lips, showing itself. So... gravity, huh? Purika already had a quick answer to this. "Believe it or not, I've gone up to 120G." Purika stated. Purika didn't know he surpassed the majin in gravity training, but he did.
"My last gravity session was earlier today." Purika stated, attempting to make a good impression. "I was going to go to 130G in the gravity chamber at the main training center before I got your message." Purika continued. That was all he felt like he needed to state for now, waiting and listening, giving someone else a chance to talk without being talked over now. |
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Post by Shukaku on Mar 15, 2017 19:45:27 GMT
He would also scan her body from top to bottom, crossing his arms over his large chest as he spoke back to her.. his eyes still scanning her as he tried to comprehend her power hin his mind. "I am Shukaku. I'm partnered with this one here." He would nudge at Purika's shoulder.. his face still howing his usual expression. "Who are you, Majin?" He would ask as politely as he could, his arms crossing themselves over his chest once more. Shukaku eyed the Namekian that came in, Gastro. He had seen him before.. but not for long. It was sometime in the wastelands. He would look over to the tall Namekian for a few seconds before looking back to Shemha.. still quite interested in her. The other Namekian he ignored until he came in between him and Shemha, bowing with respect as he did so. Shukaku did his best to keep his eyes on her...
Shukaku hear her and Purika's words regarding gravity, and he shook his head.. "I've not yet used gravity to train." He would say bluntly. Shukaku was an idle giant.. for the most part. He was learning how to be patient. Also, he felt as if he was the second weakest in the room.. what a shame.
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Post by Gastro on Mar 17, 2017 0:04:33 GMT
Ah, it seemed like others were here. Guess he hadn’t noticed that, the grand, robust, athletic majin Shukaku was here. He hadn’t known him for too long, just recently but hey a familiar face was here. Also his boss Purika, he’d be a good sparring partner next time as well. Damn can’t find any more traits about Purika but him being calm.
Well besides that he then took a closer inspection of the building. And holy hell being ‘big’ was an understatement it was gigantic and white. It contrasted with the dark rich red skies of planet Vegeta, Gastro just looked up he wondered what the hell kind of training he’d do here. “Uh, quick question. How many of us are going to train? Wait stupid question, I'm just going to assume all of SSE.” Either way, the size was overboard...just how much did this have to cost? Holy Porunga.
Besides that, the majin Shemha also gestured to him being with the guru?! “The guru? Nah, I ain’t that special, people who go with the guru have to be his guards, family or something along those lines. Wait..did the guru come here?” Alright, that was interesting why the hell would the gu- oh right Xylo. And then another one came, it was a namekian oh damn a namekian! But he didn’t seem that old, pretty young from his appearance and skin tone but then again Gastro skin was lighter than most...it seemed as if the namekian knew about Shemha and the others possibly acquaintances but from his tone, they seemed more like friends. He also seemed pretty strong, well he had to if he was working with a high- oh right I'm a thing.
Well besides all of that, Shemha talked about some gravity stuff. “Nah, no clue about gravity although might as well start now.”
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Post by Accordio on Mar 17, 2017 2:21:36 GMT
"Of course I should know the answer to that..." Accordio said with a light chuckle, still unable to get over Shemha's new look. Though he didn't like how her tattered robes reminded him too close to Walker, it was rather imposing in a good kind of way. And he was very glad to know that it was the same Majin he came to know, evidenced by her smile. Hearing her continue inside this grand dome of a dojo, Accordio was completely enthralled with the idea of training up these whelps. Accordio being the strongest here at the moment aside from Shemha, he too shared a worried expression as to the fate of those who would challenge the Mazoku.
Though, speaking of origins from Namek, he turned to face the other Namekian in here, definitely not recognizing him. And also hearing the words come out of his mouth when he first entered, talking about how he wasn't special enough to join on the ride to Vegeta. Shaking his head, he would correct him with a simple, "I do not know your name, nor anyone else's in here. I am Accordio, the... Well, I'm going to say Ex-Guru, because I'm sure those on Namek wanted to replace a youngling like me as soon as possible. Traditionalist Patkuras... Though, I must correct you in those who I brought to Namek. I brought as many people as I could, no matter what caste they are from. Five being from the Mazoku themselves, as those rapscallions didn't like the way Xylo ran things, as it usually ended up with Namekians dead on all sides."
Stopping in his tracks, Shemha continued her little speech, asking everyone about their experiences in gravity training. Purika admitting that he was at an excessive amount for little reason, outshining everyone else who had little experience in the enhanced gravity fields. "Miss Shemha," Accordio began, "On the way here with Miss Habana, every Namekian was subdued with an increased amount of gravity in order to get acclimated here. I would suppose it's the most basic level, as there were only slight changes as we traveled to this planet. Are you going to subject us to this enhanced gravity field, might I ask?"
It would make perfect sense to practice in such conditions, as being able to act weightless in scenarios such as these means increased speeds out and about in the world around them. Nodding in his own thoughts, Accordio crossed his arms as he took mental notes on the others here. While the other Namekian here seemed to be lively, it sounded as if the burly Majin and the copy-and-paste cyan were very straight to the point. Blunt with their words was alright, but not at the cost of not bonding with them. Though, until they try to offer to learn more about others, Accordio would keep his social interactions to the Namekian and Shemha.
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Post by Shemha on Mar 17, 2017 14:59:33 GMT
Shemha was surprised by Purika’s revelation. Despite his weaker signature, he was farther along in his gravity training than even her. The idea of someone a fraction of her strength able to handle a more intense environment proved her theory that the bodies adjustment to different amounts of g-forces did not directly relay on pure power. Mentally she logged the concept away as well as the fact she needed to get moving if a soldier like this was ahead of her.
As the others shared their relatively minor experience with gravity or the lack there of, Shemha put more distance between them. It looked like they would be starting from square one. That was just fine, everyone at one point in their life, began at the same step.
”It is a pleasure to meet you Shukaku. To run across one of my kin is rare, but welcomed, especially among the ranks of the Empire.” Began the red skinned Majin, but before she could continue another signature descended upon them, one that came rocketing through the door only to come to a stop several feet above their head.
”Sorry I am late, Shem. Time flies, yah know?” Meridia attempted to explain as if she had only noticed her companion. Only after she shrugged with the short statement did her eyes drift to the others.
”Oh, excuse me. Looks like your invitation was well received. I am…” The demon started before it was her turn to be cut short by Shemha.
”…Meridia, a companion of mine. One who despite her tardiness is more than willing to go program the console to enhance gravity ten times what is considered normal.” Shemha directed, a casual order that was met by a smirk and small shrug before the woman in white flew off to the far side of the chamber.
”Please excuse her. She often injects herself into conversations whether welcomed or not. On to what I think will work best for us. Ten times gravity training is a good way to introduce those unfamiliar with experience and trust me, you will feel the difference.” She explained as her eyes scanned over the gathered soldiers. The eye of a Commander assessing the potential she saw before her. The only question was how to draw it out.
”As there are four of you, I believe I have an idea that will work best for all involve. One moment please.” Shemha requested with a finger raised. With a deep breath, her eyes closed as she focused inward. Grasping at her own Ki signature the Majin mentally divided it, separating what she felt into four equal parts. Eyes opening as her arms crossed over her chest in an X, she willed those parts apart.
Unlike most individuals with the ability to generate multiple forms, hers did not shimmer into existence, but were born from the substance of her being. Three separate chunks of her bubblegum like body shot out to the side, each slapping to the floor in a puddle. In seconds she returned to her full figure as the three piles of goo rose to reshape into exact copies. Where there once stood a single Shemha, now stood four.
With a glance shared between the multiple forms, the one that could be labeled as the “original” spoke up.
”This should be effective. Each of you now have your own opponent. I look forward to seeing what you are capable of.” The three copies nodding in agreement. ”Meridia, activate the gravity when you are ready. If any of you have any questions feel free to ask. Once you are ready, we will begin.”
”Got yah.” Meridia responded in short before she tapped the console one last time. Instantly the force they felt upon their shoulders would amplify as the machine activated. In short order the gravity in the room increased and in moments was ten times what it had been. Shemha for her part, all four of her, held her ground. She was going to test them in combat, but only when they were ready to begin.
Shemha has used her multiform technique.
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Post by Purika on Mar 17, 2017 17:33:16 GMT
Purika listened as Shukaku stated that he hadn't trained under gravity before. That as a shame since Purika had a gravity chamber that he could use sitting right outside of his ship. Unfortunately, another one of his squad members, Gastro, hadn't trained under gravity either. He didn't think much about Gastro since he didn't hang around his ship much. The Guru didn't know his name, which made much sense. You couldn't expect one person to know most of the namekian population after all. Purika also listened to Accordio's questions about whether they'd be training under gravity or not.
Purika listened to Shemha's acknowledgment of Shukaku, conversating with him a bit. Purika sensed another familiar signature coming through the door, which belonged to the person who came to the meeting with Shemha, Meridia. He caught her name when she announced it to Habana. She was pretty strong too, way above him. He watched as she flew over to them, still hovering, apologizing to Shemha for being late. Meridia continued to speak, about to mention her name. She was quite beautiful, also. Purika already knew her name from the meeting.
Shemha interrupted her to give her an order, continuing on also. "Oh, so we're getting right to it." Purika thought, not caring either way. Even if it as a little amount of gravity for him now, it was still training, which is a thing he enjoyed. After a bit of conversating with them, Shemha started to do something. His senses could detect that she was redirecting power to separate parts of her body. Then, pieces of her shot out. Purika raised a brow, he never saw a majin do this before. Although, he had an experience with someone making a copy of themselves.
It was another saiyan, who made a copy of them self while in Oozaru form. Unlike some people, he could remember events that happened while he was in his Oozaru form, even if he couldn't control himself. Eventually, he learned how to control it. He looked to each puddle as they formed into a copy of her, now having their powers equally divided. "She must be splitting herself into multiple copies to train each of us." Purika though. These copies were still stronger than him, and Purika had no transformation that he could use right no to increase his power.
Purika had no complaints, though, all of this was meant to help him get stronger. Purika nodded at Shemha's first statement. "I'm ready." Purika would reply to the second. After a few seconds, Purika could feel the gravity going up. It didn't bother Purika, though, as he already exceeded this amount by quite a bit. "I'll go ahead and get myself some distance." Purika thought. He flashed from sight, before reappearing quickly after several dozen meters away from the clone facing him. He as ready to train, his tail unwrapping and waving around from anticipation. |
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Post by Shukaku on Mar 17, 2017 20:49:44 GMT
Shukaku continued to stand with his arms crossed over his chest, not replying to Shemha due to the fact that she was interupted by a woman named Meridia. Her signature felt.. odd. He hadn't felt anything like it before. He would look away from Sgemha, and to the short Namekian who had the title of.. 'ex-guru', whatever that mean't. Seemed like something he shouldn't care about. Seems like a Namekian thing. His eyes would turn back to Shemha, his arms uncrossing as he eyed her multiple clones, all seeming to have a fraction of her massive power. An impressive technique, and one he might have to look into sometime in the near future. It seemed situational however. This situation certainly called for it. He assumed each of them would be taking on one in combat.. reasonable. His first time fighting a Majin would be right now.
He watched Meridia turn on the gravity... and it didn't feel good. Shukaku stood his ground for a moment before being pushed down.. his back arching and a groan of pain could be heard. He barely cound handle it. "G..Grr.. can't.. move.." He tries his hardest to move, but he fell to his knees.. he was having alot of trouble.
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WC: 458 + 206 = 664
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Post by Gastro on Mar 19, 2017 22:59:33 GMT
Gastro peaked his ears, shifting his head slightly to the guru Accordio. Guess he was the guru, and well he had a good point. Helix and Namorel certainly didn't like the guru and god damn he really was small. Seriously when Gastro was told the guru was a young guy he didn't think he'd be that young. The dude was a short, guess little green was an appropriate title for him. He also had some points about traditionalist he really nailed it about wanting him out of the guru spot, Helix and Namorel discussed that. "Huh..even you brought Mazoku members? Well damn, didn't think any of us dragon and warrior caste could do that."
On the other end, Gastro shifted his feet to a new stranger. A demon of sorts, clearly Shemha knew her really well but being cut short and walking away. And now it was about to begin, Shemha certainly being impressive no doubt by hold up....splitting?! The hell that's a thing?! "Whoa, that's actually cool! So uh when are we going to sta-" Gastro then dropped to his knees immediately, the gravity increasing by ten folds! He gritted his teeth, body shaking to its core. He wasn't prepared for this at all, and holy hell ten times was an absolute pain."T-This is frustrating, to say the least.." He could barely move his legs as they just wobbled around, his antennas weren't standing upright but were kissing his forehead. Ten times...wasn't as easy as he thought it was. But he was slowly well sorta getting used to it, the wobbling kind of stopped as he slowly got up. Trying to have a smile on his face so he didn't look like a wimp."W-Well I'm ready."
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Post by Accordio on Mar 22, 2017 3:53:34 GMT
Accordio listened to the words of the Namekian who responded to him about how not even the dragons nor the warriors would not do what the young one had done. Nodding his head in affirmation, Accordio responded, "I was surprised myself when those five came to me. Despite me being quite feeling completely exhausted after dealing with a monstrous being along with Miss Shemha and Miss Habana, I was ready to take them down no matter what. They came to us on their own volition, the strongest of the Makozu Brethren even acting as a rowdy peacemaker of sorts by beating down his siblings. And I'm glad that I am doing something that the others are not... I want to change the ways of the Namekian. Make them less stuck up in the old traditions, and attempt to try new things without blindly believing in the old ways. And so far, things are looking up, as the Namekians who came with me are managing their best to adapt to the new cultures of this planet."
Finishing his little tangent, the young ex-guru being rather forward with his plans of making new things happen for the Namekian people. Damn the traditionalists and their ways, there was a reason why Namek was always a target for these attacks, always a battleground for these top power dogs. It was all because Namekians kept to their ways, doing nothing in order to build good relations with others and tending to themselves. He even knew a good amount of traditionalists were completely against Saiyan protection, even though that was completely insane as no warrior was strong enough to protect Namek for the right reasons. The best course of actions was to create a sense of independence, while also not hesitating in reaching out to the others in the universe for assistance when needed.
His own thought process screeched to a half with the presence of Meridia, whom was more than ready to admit her fault in being late. Giving a small chuckle, Accordio would nod and say, "It is a pleasure to see you again Meridia."
After watching her get chastised lightly by Shemha, it seemed that the majin performed some sort of ability to split herself into multiple versions of herself. He could feel her soul in each of the forms that stood before him, but all with severely reduced strengths. It was an impressive technique, especially for conditions such as these in order to train the whelps. Nodding, Accordio watched the helper of Shemha bounce her way over to the controls of the room.
Watching her flip it on, the room started to increase in pressure, the young guru nearly stumbled from the sudden increase, unlike how it was gradually brought upon them on the ride to Vegeta. But despite the initial struggle, Accordio managed to stand rather easily unlike the other two inexperienced people.
Waiting for them to get ready, Accordio took a combative stance and waited for Shemha to start, eyes switching between each of Shemha's body doubles... Er, Quadruples. "Ready when you are Miss Shemha."
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