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Post by Plato on Mar 27, 2017 4:43:33 GMT
 (Plato's Current look) Powerlevel:203,821 The time was near, soon what was his would return to him. He had lost his throne to the Saiyans and been branded a villain to the state for his weakness. His people, he told them he could protect them, he could now. He had grown so powerful he could have destroyed those woman arias with a single well placed attack. Once he would fear the golden hair or the branches that reach off the god Walker. The Saiyans were not in fear of the Namakian lord Xylo and Walker was gone he being killed in the same battle that made the Saiyans turn in fear. He once feared the rejection from his people but now he had it. He would be known in scorn for the rest of history, a king that fell and came to overthrow a new ruler, but he didn't feel a shred of pain. The Konstain didn't feel much, it surprised him all he was fueled at the moment was the desire for revenge. He had been made a fool off by all so many times over and transformed into a humble servant to a wrathful god of konats. Perhaps it was foolish to call himself a god but if a super saiyan had once been labelled a deity then why could he not. He was more powerful than a super saiyan; then again why call such a form godly. It was so common it might as well been on sale. He stepped into the Loft his cloaked form bellowing in the wind as red eyes raced out of the cloak staring at all the patrons heading in... Plato was no longer the Konstain from such a long time ago, sealed with a beast. He was the beast, he was the monster the kashvarr wanted him to be, perhaps there was hint of regret. Things had gone down such a dark path, perhaps there was a time where there could have been peace Alistair would not have been needed, perhaps he could have just ruled keeping his people safe. He clenched his fist, that time was gone. The Queen lied to his face, he was killed for defending himself, and he had been scorned and made a cool off. It was over, he could not turn back. His eye wandered as he looked around but rather then resting his hand on his head to use his telepathically. " Alaistair , Kizuki , and Vennel this is Plato ." His voice was raspy but strong, whatever had happened in the past couple days, Plato had changed. Of course Alistair could recognize the voice as the fusion of voices between Plato and his beast at least a weak frail version of such a voice. He was tired, it had taxed him greatly but he had no time to wait he needed to destroy them now. He would not wait for if they were hero's or villains, he had done that once and he had been crushed. His whole life had turned to ash in his mouth. No their no waiting they would suffer like he had. Slowly and with pain of the highest degree. " I am at the Loft, the plan is to be set in motion, Breech and his fake empire turns to dust, call upon other allies you trust I’ll be waiting." He telepathically stooped the call before calling Alistair, "Sorry to move this along but the time has approached I have evolved, or at least I will soon I want to expel all that rage and misery upon our foes and take the chance we may have, the longer we wait the less like we can win without them gathering the support they need to repel us." He coughed before speaking agian with more strength and resolve, "It's time to send them to hell."
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 27, 2017 5:30:30 GMT
(Thread PL: 218,544) (Current PL: Full) Today, the moon was out, in Full bloom tonight. Alaistair had been in his suit, the first week prior to Plato's meeting having been done. Training with Kaza, the Konatsian, Vennel, and Kizuki had yet to settle in all of them, not to mention all of the efforts Alaistair had been working with recently. However, the Full Moon wasn't something Alaistair anticipated, which led him to be geared up in his armor! Alaistair had been staring at the enormous white gem, pondering, "Would it be better now to start the attack..? There's still a week's time left before we begin the agreed assault, but..."Alaistair paused his thoughts, as Plato's voice came to. His voice had been raspy, yet strong, the presence of energy permeating from him having changed. There was a potency in it, and Alaistair could feel it! It seemed Plato had finally meshed himself with the monster. He was downstairs, which he told Alaistair, and had been wanting to move the plan ahead of schedule. He was taking into account the possible allies being gathered to their side. He wanted to send them to hell! "Hmm... The moon presents us with an option, too," Alaistair relayed to Plato, "I know Vennel and Kizuki have their tails, so they can become an Oozaru, but I'm not sure if they'll be able control the massive forms mixed with their Super Saiyan power... If they can, then this is good news!"He opened his mind to the others, as well as Denim, and Tekuma. He messaged them, "Everyone, I would like for you to come to the Loft right now, or very soon! Like Plato, it is time we start the campaign, but before then, I would like to talk to everyone first, in person!"Alaistair sped through the window, to the front foyer where Plato had been standing! He'd been wrapped up in a cloak and bandages all over now. He wouldn't have recognized him, had it not been for the mixed energy coming from him! "Plato," Alaistair announced, walking across the marble floor to the Konatsian, "I see you two have become, more or less, one now. Be sure to develop self control, or you'll be having a bad time figuring yourself out... Now, let us go prepare a drink for everyone! I'm thinking Arguos Ale today. It's a bit thick, but considering what we'll be going into, I'd like us to have that and have a core plan being laid out."( Kizuki, Vennel, Majin Kaza, Tekuma Mayakon, and @misfortune, feel free to pop in here! Foundation plan is astute, before we declare this a DE...  |
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Post by Vennel on Mar 28, 2017 19:47:36 GMT
[Power Level Suppressed]
[Power level: 50'278/207,138]
Vennel got the message. The words echoed through her mind from Plato, of all sources, but it had finally come to pass that they were to move. She been preparing for this moment for a while now, and it thrilled and excited the saiyan warrior to potentially enter into a fight worthy of her time and energy. She’d not yet met any, aside from the small chancellor that represented the new government, and if he was any indication, the fight would be short lived. Still, it would be an interesting thing. Vennel pulled her armor on, her tail wrapping around her waist once everything was in place. She grabbed her scouter from the small stand next to her bed and fastened it over her left eye. And since night had finally fallen, and the moon hung over the small desert world, she reached for her cloak, draping it over her and pulling the hood up high over her head. Can’t go transforming unexpectedly.Her mind revolved around the potential for herself and Kizuki to transform into their oozaru forms. She’d not used it in quite some time, having not truly fought with anyone that forced that much energy from her in a long, long while. And the golden form her people were becoming more adept at using and familiar with, usually outmoded the beastial form in most situations. But she had an idea. She’d heard it could be done, though only through rumors. But applying the golden form at the same time after becoming a great ape, presented a new and interesting idea to her. No doubt the others had considered it, but it was a new development for her. One she hoped wouldn’t be needed, but was a nice ace up her sleeve regardless. With her gear set, she stepped out of the room she stayed at, in the loft, and made her way down to the lobby. As she made her way toward the elevator, she opened a channel on her scouter, the very one she’d given to both Ymir and Kaza when she first met them. “ It’s time. Come to the loft, where you and I met Tekuma, Kaza. We’re going to meet there, and sally forth after establishing a game plan. You’re both welcome to join, but if you change your mind, that’s your own choice. It’s going to be one hell of a fight.” She closed the line, and waited for a reply, as she awaited the elevator’s arrival. Vennel anticipated she may get it after a while, seeing as the majin girl and her alien amalgam friend were perhaps doing something of their own accord. So a delay was udnerstood, but she wouldn’t hold the greater group up should they take too long. The elevator door opened shortly thereafter, for the shrouded warrior as she made her way into it, and headed to the lobby. As the door opened again, she saw Alaistair and, who she could only assume to be Plato, given the energy she felt coming from him, talking in the lobby. She walked closer toward them and grinned as she came closer. “ I see I’m one of the first to get here. So what’s first on the agenda?”
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Post by Majin Kaza on Mar 28, 2017 21:11:24 GMT
| Rally the Banners |Kaza's base PL: 96,825
Kaza's current PL: 387,300/677,775
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| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: DAI MAJIN (x4/x7)
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Ominous music is a go.
Dusk had set along the vast, barren wasteland known as Konats. The sands had darkened, their warm, orange colour basked with the slowly intensifying light from the full moon. Soon, all would be cast in a grey hue...All because of the full moon. The eager majin found herself outside, her heart slowly pounding in her chest, eyes fixated on the glowing orb in the sky. The time was nigh...What she had waited so long on, anticipated for many moons...Tonight had to be the night. Kaza had resisted for so long- her urges to kill, eviscerate, and feast on the corpses of the weak...It had been so, so long. Too long...She couldn't hold out any longer- it was either now, or never.
She was told they would strike under the light of it, the full moon. Kaza had been standing in the same spot for nearly an hour now, watching it rise slowly from the horizon. Kaza could already imagine what it'd be like...What would happen in a few hours. People running and screaming in terror, blood and guts splattered everywhere as she was clawing her way through the organs of another disgusting Kashvarian.
...It was grotesque, and it was beautiful.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Incoming message from: Vennel.
The majin breathed in deeply as she heard the initial beep. Her heart went wild, eyes widening in sudden realization. Her assumptions were right, they had to be. Kaza breathed out deeply, a raspy, demented 'Aaahhh' forced itself out. Her hands were shaking wildly, jaw clenched with enough pressure to bite through a metal tube. Kaza slowly moved her trembling hand toward her scouter, opening her inbox with a slight pause.
She smiled.
Without a second thought, Kaza levitated into the air, her purple aura slowly enveloping her. Kaza had lived up to this day ever since she arrived on the planet...She still couldn't quite believe that the time had finally come. She slowly put a hand on her chest, taking another set of deep breaths. Kaza had to calm herself- just a little...A little while longer. Her hunger was maddening- sanity slowly starting to slip the longer she had to force herself to wait. Kaza had to go, now, before she truly lost control. A deafening boom echoed through the desert as Kaza blasted off at hypersonic speeds, headed for Okariin City.
Her eyes were locked onto the moon as she flew, for that short minute of travel. Something about it calmed her down, made her mind blank, so to say. It probably didn't amount to anything- it just meant that she had something to focus her attention on. Something besides cracking bone and spilled blood. The moon was pretty that night...Too pretty- an omen, of sorts. Kaza arrived in the emptying streets of Okariin city, streets lit up by lamps and lanterns. She had to herself to avert her gaze from any passerby, scared that direct eye contact with a stranger would trigger something inside of her. Kaza had to find the others quickly, as she felt increasingly more manic and demented the longer she was alone with her thoughts.
Her scurried footsteps could be heard inside of the loft as her sights set on Plato, Alaistair and Vennel inside of the lobby. She had a restless, wicked smile on her face, and was visibly shaking. Her pupils were as tiny as dots, her breaths raspy and fidgety.
''Mhmhmh...Finallyy...~''
She let out a brief, ominous chuckle, a shaky half-grin forming on her face.
TAGS: Kizuki
OOC NOTES: Caution: this post has sharp edges
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 17:18:18 GMT
Denim slept inside the Cherry Loft in one of its many beds with her personal allies nearby. She had been invited there for a date with Alaistair and trained with him as well helping him develop a new technique. Now as she slept she heard him and others gathering outside the Loft because their footsteps, words, and Alaistair's telepathy all woke her up at once. She sat up in bed wearing a night clothes still and blinked looking around as her allies roused themselves. All of them including Silk, Onee, Ino, Aki, and Plaid expressly wore their normal attire for they remembered her telling them of this coming meeting day and had been on high alert. Denim had completely forgotten and as a guest had gotten comfortable with her living arrangements in Alaistair's home where she could stay as long as she paid him back some more and didn't break any more things. She watched her three ogre allies grab their swords next to their beds and rise to their feet to run out the room's door and head out onto the marble-floored main room where everyone was gathering. Silk/Na and Plaid followed with both of them shouting, "Come on Denim! We've got a fight ahead of us probably!" Denim yawned and tiredly reached to rock a cradle next to the side of her bed containing her newborn daughter Present Silk/Na Denim smiled and nodded as they ran out the door. She had been up all night trying to acquire more battle forces (via the ogre triplets who knew someone they said) and think of ways to get accustomed to her new strength. She had also gone out of her way to acquire two new, enormous space ships to house them all. Sadly, none of this stuff had panned through. Paying people took a very long time but she knew it was worth it. Since recently she looked into her bank account and found some old payments on Earth while at her dinner date were paying off. It was how she got the money to do this but now as she changed into black fighting robes, slipped on her purple obi and dashed out the door in her green sneakers she was greeted by a lot of people in the main room. "Gosh..." she muttered aloud, "Where do I even begin." Some guy with a black cloak and a visor had entered the room, the red skinned demon Alaistair was there, Vennel in her usual blue Saiyan uniform was there (though hiding it and herself under a black cloak too), and now, some pink gummy looking girl was there as well. "Hello-hello... I'm Denim," she saluted the entire group with here right hand placing her feet together as she stood at attention. "I'll be providing some significant battle forces for our invasion or war if you all are starting it now." She wasn't sure they could hear her as she looked across the dining space she had been in previously with it multiple tables and smiled. Beyond the great doorway of the place Denim could see the outside area was still rather dark. It was still nighttime on Konats but why had they all been woken up to do this? She didn't know but what she did know was that she wanted to go Silk and Plaid yawned beyond the doorway Silk could see with her now activating X-Vision a big, round orb. She was curious as to what time it was and why they were all awake at this hour. "It's pretty..." She stated, "want to go to sleep... and..." Denim sensed her daughter starting to go unconscious and quickly went to grab her. Something was definitely going on. It then clicked. Crap, the moon's out. We're attacking under it... She moved her hand to cover Silk's eyes and quickly sent a powered karate chop into the back of the girl's neck so a transformation wouldn't begin within her suddenly. It was great they were doing this but the last time Silk transformed bad things happened, including their own deaths. Thread PL(s): 81,630 PL (Denim), 100,000 PL (Plaid), 20,407 PL (Silk), 5000 (PL) (Onee, Ino, and Aki) Note: Denim has knocked Silk out for safety reasons. Thus no Oozaru State yet for her. |
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 29, 2017 21:36:01 GMT
[ PL: 225,147 ] Kizuki rested quietly on his mattress in that designated room, arms tucked behind his head as he finally had a moment to sleep. He had his own room at The Loft, nothing extravagant since Kizuki didn't require much. Food, a place to train, and a place to sleep in between training and eating. He had barely been able to enjoy getting a few winks in since he revived, with the throttle being pinned down at full speed all the way. Most of this was his own fault, truthfully. Before he could enjoy anymore rest, Alaistair's words entered his brain, causing the Saiyajin to wake up with a flinch. He hated that trick. It had its uses, but was otherwise viewed as invasive to Kizuki. Slowly, he'd open his eyes and sit up in his bed. It appeared their appearance was requested, all of them. With a bit of a stretch Kizuki would slide off the bed and prepare himself for this little get together. He figured it was for something important, something they had discussed when Kizuki first arrived. Time to get the show on the road, then. Eventually the crowd would gather and Kizuki would be the last one to emerge to join them. Heavy steps thudded against the stairs as he finally made his way to them, seeing a few of them had already gathered, the last of which seeming to... render a female unconscious? Kizuki was clad in his own battle gear, it appeared Alaistair made some moves to get him something he felt more comfortable fighting in. Skin-tight, black bodysuit covered his body up to his neck, while white gloves and boots covered his hands and feet. The typical, vest-styled battle armor was all the real protection he had, white in color with mustard yellow shoulder straps, the same for the midsection and parts of the back of the armor. His tail swayed behind him a bit, before coming to coil around his waist almost instinctively. Tugging on one of his gloves to tighten it around his hand, Kizuki gave them all another look before his vision moved to the window. It was night, but he could make out an eerie distant glow, which caused his tail to twitch a bit before he looked away. "Hnn.." So, that's why this female had rendered the other unconscious. Kizuki noticed her tail, figuring her to be some sort of Hybrid. He'd give a nod to Denim. "When she wakes up just tell her not to look up at the moon. That should keep her from transforming before it's needed, or from you having to keep her under the entire time..." He'd turn to Vennel, who had covered her head in some sort of cloak. Smirking a bit, he'd cross his powerful arms over that armored chest before moving to lean his back against a wall, still relatively close yet not so much, from the group. "..or wear something as ridiculous as that."
Alaistair , not sure who else you want here so tagging you.
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Post by Plato on Mar 29, 2017 23:38:03 GMT
The Konstain turned his head his cloak bellowing in the wind. " Yes of course we have fused into one as for the drink I appritace it, however were not going to drink mainly cause gathering so many in one spot they will notice I’d rather not spend too much time but thank you." he bowed his head to Alistair turning his head. He knew others would arrive soon and want answers about what the plan was. He looked at Vennel as she arrived he bowing his head to the saiyan woman. "We are glad you could join us for this you will be rewarded for your contributions today I assure you." He said moving his head cocking it back as he heard another noise. Seemed the Majin had arrived, she'd grown quickly but still she was too weak to defeat breech. No matter he planned to do that himself. He sent a telepathically message to Vennel, " She is your elk you brought she seems well excited that is good but make sure were not destroying the whole city if were trying to rule then well we'd problem want a city and people to rule over." He'd let her handle it in which way he'd make sure though they didn't try funny business. He assumed this Vennel had enough self-control but the majin seemed a little wacky. Majin when they absorb gained great power but he had no idea if did not have another other side effects, nor did he if she had ever absorbs a single creature. He would not doubt if she had. His eyes landed on Denim and her posy he nodding, "Good we need lots of arms for this to work strength is not everything we need numbers." He said calmly. He looked at Silk as she was knocked out to keep her from becoming a great ape. That would be wise not to have such a powerful being that would fight against them. He looked to see the Super Saiyan Kizuki arriving though he was not in that form just yet. He assumed that would change when the battle began he looking at the group, "I am glad you all came this will be a difficult battle, scratch that it’s not what I’m worried about but breech has been doing some shady stuff which I will explain now." He coughed into his hand a glob of smoke rushing out of his mouth as he did covering the area around him. His Red eyes pieced through the smoke as he spoke, "Breech took the body of my rival carva after his defeat on konats and attempted to turn him into an android. He attempted to do this to control his power and make him an asset to his effort to control this planet knowing that with his will to train he'd grow fast. He said he was unable to control him so he was destroyed but I don't believe that." He said raising a hand. "I meet a man named Bing Gan who was turned into a cyborg of sorts he said he was evil once but when I meet him he was a good man I don't understand how a man can just flip 180 if that is to be taken as the truth. I believe it was the Cyborg part of him seeing as he looked human enough, they could use that to control. There are three things therefore we need to do in this invasion and conquest. The Number one goal is to defeat all of the forces controlling Konats that mean Breech That Sithus fellow me and Vennel meet and the proxy king. They may have more warriors but I am unaware at this time. Second, we need to protect the people of konats. He had an army of androids who didn't seem all that powerful as he didn't send them at Carva, however they still seemed too dangerous to a normal citizen. Therefore we need to protect the people of konats. The Third goal is post this conquest, it is figuring out how to reverse any brain washing or well that android stuff some of the people have. A good chunk are equipped with cybernetic he may have some plan to well, kill them if we attack him which while I’ll feel bad about." Flames sparked around his arm, "It would be good for the team to understand, I have no clause who going to kill who but breech is mine and if you kill a citizen your dealing with me I’m not here to butcher were here to liberate konats." The Smoke faded as he walked forward looking at his set of allies. "We all understand what we’re trying to do." He said his gaze resting on Alistair for a couple moments. "I have the most important task for you in mind. You are a good public speaker and your skills are unmatched in this room. They are much needed for this conquest. I can't go up and speak in my current appearance but I’m assuming you might have a way to calm the people down as if I speak I may cause more violence therefore I’m leaving it to you to be my chief ambassador and to calm the people of Konats post conquest, at the very least you may want to prepare something for me to say when we finish since I’ve been known to not be the best at conveying my true intention." He turned. "Now that everyone understands I’m heading over right now instead of waiting Breech, I’m heading now to attack if breech has no back up plan set up yet we need to take him out before he comes up with one. If he is prepared for us oh well, we got the numbers and the strength on our side." He said his cloak bellowing in the wind. "Let’s get moving." He said as he walked out of the loft walking towards the Castle. He wanted to get this job over with. Alaistair |
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 30, 2017 4:10:47 GMT
Just as the call was made, everyone save for that future daughter in law of his, Tekuma, arrived! Denim and her posse rolled up from upstairs, dressed for the occasion and having to quickly knock out Silk before then. Alaistair nodded to the mistress, telling her, "We'll have her learn to control herself during this."He directed his attention to the twitchy, and strangely bloody Majin Kaza, his voice demanding as he spoke, "I want you to focus that intent of yours on this job! I will be deeming targets to be hunted during this, and until then..."Alaistair looked to the rest of them, silencing as Plato spoke about revenge against them. As they did, if one looked around, Alaistair's building had been far quieter than normal. Not even his workers were around, cleaning the building up, so Plato's voice had been echoing in the foyer. Alaistair let him talk, walking over and behind the bar, rummaging through. He counted out everyone, even Silk, and brought out 11 shot glasses! He wanted to pull out an 12th, for Tekuma, but with Plato's tone and the excitement they all had, he couldn't wait. "Tekuma, we're going to be getting busy," Alaistair messaged her, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, "Be safe. I'll message you when we're done!"Alaistair carried a tray over with the shot glasses having been filled with whiskey, except Silk's which had water in it, just as Plato was about to walk out. He got in front of Plato first, holding his hand up with a shot glass to him, telling him, "Now hold on! We need to get a gameplan, and I want everyone's nerves to be calmed for this... Here, take this and come on back! Castle and Breech won't know what's coming."He walked away from him, to the group, and handed them out quickly and silently. He took the last for himself, and splashed Silk with the water, to wake her. He gestured to everyone to chug their shots with one hand, and doing just that with the other before shattering the glass on the marble floor! "Now," Alaistair gasped, wiping his lips, "We've got 3 main targets: Dr. Breech, that other chancellor that came to meet that kid from the 2nd Namek battle Plato, Vennel, and Kaza met; and lastly that puppet on the throne Breech has on the throne. I know Plato wants them all, but we're not planning them to escape..! Find them and kill them. Vennel, Kizuki, and Denim's posse will run interference on the outer rim of the city, while Plato and Kaza bait out both chancellors and the puppet king. I, meanwhile, will be running as back up and information relay for everyone... There's also a few other targets dubbed by Denim and Plato, and other forces on the planet, but they are going to be made known later on! For now..."Alaistair cracked his neck and fists, a wild smile on his face as he uttered, "It's time we take this planet under our control..! Scatter fast."The Devil bolted out the door, rising up high in the sky so that he could overlook the city! (Let's get this party started! Tekuma Mayakon , another message for you! I would like to declare this Death Enabled thread OPEN! Three days to remain for people to join! Vennel ) (This will be the main thread for the DE to join. However, Kizuki, Vennel, @misfortune, Majin Kaza, and Plato, I'd like you guys to make 5 separate extensions of this thread, alright?) |
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Post by Vennel on Mar 30, 2017 6:47:54 GMT
It wasn’t long after she’d arrived that the rest made their way into the lobby of the loft. It was strangely quiet too, until the arrival of what felt like a small battalion had arrived. The first among them was Kaza, who’d seemed particularly worked up and thirsty for blood. Vennel glared at her and snapped her fingers in front of the girl. “ Hey, snap out of it! We’re here to kill with a purpose. Not just lay waste to the city. If we were, we’d be over planning here. Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” Next to arrive was what really made things feel like they were building an army. It was the human woman who Vennel had met in the desert when Tekuma first arrived, accompanied by five other individuals. Two of which, seemed to be vaguely saiyan, likely half-breeds due to their abnormalities, meanwhile the other three were of an odd appearance that prevented Vennel from placing her finger on just what they were. Denim seemed to acknowledge that she’d brought a good number of forces to aid their cause, though her scouter showed that they had varying levels of competence. Specifically she referred to their endeavor as a war. Vennel nearly laughed at that, this was no war. A skirmish, if anything. But ultimately it felt like they were over prepared, to some extent. But things rarely went to plan, so it was good that they were over prepared rather than under prepared. It was nice to have someone who actually understood battle coordinating the assault for once. The human woman was also quick to incapacitate the young woman with the tail who’d nearly caught a glimpse of the moon. If she was bringing such an untested saiyan to the fight, things could turn very ugly, very quickly. And as Kizuki arrived, he was quick to point that out, as well as the fact that Vennel didn’t need to wear the cloak either. She paused for a moment, before realizing of course, that he was right. And while she was indeed wrong in her preparations in that regard, it served another purpose. “ I realize that, but my cloak is also to help obfuscate who I am, should I not need to go all out. People tend to carry grudges, and death is less permanent than I once believed it to be. If I should face an enemy I’ve never met, with any luck, they won’t get a good look at me, and I won’t have that coming for me down the road. Besides, this world has gotten much more populated by foreigners as of late. I’m unsure how many of them I may have met before.” After offering her explanation, she hoped it proved sufficient. Meanwhile, Plato began to go into full detail about the back story about this Breech person she had yet to meet. So it seemed this was more than just jealousy over the lost throne. It seemed this scientist was offering “upgrades,” to the population, which would certainly explain the cybernetics in use on most of the population she’d met. But the sinister purpose underneath it was something she somehow found respect for. If the population was so weak that they’d just willingly undergo what had to be intensive surgery for almost no reason, they deserved to be treated like the cattle they behaved as. But all the same, she wasn’t here to act of her own convictions. She was a mercenary, under contract for a singular goal. And she was going to live up to her side of the bargain, her honor dictated as much. With all the preliminary discussion out of the way, Alaistair offered them all a shot of some beverage, presumably alcohol based on the smell. She grabbed the glass meant for her, and threw it back, the soft burn down her throat and resulting warmth that traveled up from her stomach caused her body to shudder lightly. It wasn’t that the alcohol that caused it, not purely. It was also because this moment was essentially her return to the lifestyle of a fighter. No more was she going to wallow in self pity. Thanks to the devil, she’d regained a sense of purpose in her fighting. And she was raring to go, despite the calm demeanor she put on display. From the sounds of things, Kaza was going to get front row seats to the fight, just as she wanted. Vennel was glad to know that she’d have a more direct outlet to vent her blood lust. Even if her own role was to perform essentially back-up, hers was a vital role. And now with each role described and issued out, it seemed she, Kizuki, and Denim, would handle the quarantine of the city, to prevent escape, or the addition of new forces. “ Best of luck out there, you two.” Vennel spoke directly toward Kizuki, and Denim, both of which were to take up similar positions to her. Denim, she worried, was the weak link here in this. But if she was going to have her posse along with her, perhaps she’d be better off than Vennel gave her credit for. Hopefully she proved her utility after all, though she was a human- so her usefulness remained to be seen. Looking over toward Kaza, Vennel offered a firm thumbs-up. “ Good luck. Try not to kill all of them, and leave some for the rest of us, eh?” Her tone was jovial and nonchalant, she’d prefer that they weren’t so careless, but all the same, a fight for herself would have been nice. But with her goodbye’s said, she knew that both Plato and Alaistair would be fine, she’d trained with both of them, along with Kizuki and her majin friend, and they were all capable of holding their own. But Alaistair and Plato specifically were probably in the best shape for their position, and it didn’t feel necessary to give the her well wishes. Not specifically anyways. And with that, Vennel turned to leave, stepping outside of the Lobby and flying off toward the Southern end of the city, to set up her vigil. [ Majin Kaza ] (Continued in the following thread, for Vennel’s specific DE thread) |
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Post by Dr. Breech on Mar 30, 2017 11:19:46 GMT
[Thread PL: 76,999 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! Current PL: 461,994 | Limiter Earrings (Medium Weights) Equipped! Weighted PL: 230,997]
"Grand Adviser! We've got high-energy signatures all over the city!""?"The Guard Tower of Konats Capitol. It was a fairly large place, and quite tall, too. It was one of the few places Breech rarely visited during his stay here in Ocariin, but today was a special one. It was time to upgrade the technology in the tower. Before the Doctor could make improvements, however, he needed to see what actually needed improvement. Perhaps it was fate that he decided today of all days to check in on his defenses. His own personal scanner turned on, and just as he was told, there were quite a few high-level energy readings popping up all over. Battle Points in the upper hundred-thousands dotted the city, with one even surpassing 6 digits. Breech's brow furrowed. "Any hostile acts made? If so, what's the casualty count?"The cyborgified guard tapped away at a very old computer, before turning back to Breech. "No, Adviser. They seem to simply be... Floating there... Menacingly." Breech grunted to himself. He'd have to deal with this quickly if he wanted any chance at keeping the city in his control. There was only one way this situation could have been made worse, and being contacted by Contagion was exactly that. The urgent message sat in the center of his vision, projected to him from the inner workings of his machinery. Contagion had never been one to scare easily, but if this was enough to cause fear to strike the amalgams heart, then Breech already knew what he had to do. He quickly sent a message back to Contagion, which contained the following:
Protocol Fifteen and Sixteen have been activated. Get moving.
"What are your orders, Adviser?""Activate Protocol Fifteen."Almost immediately, the half-machine Konatsian stood up from his seat, eyes expressionless. He turned on the heel of his foot, and waltzed out of the room. A few other cybernetically enhanced guards in the tower did the same, leaving those small few who'd stayed natural behind. Breech touched a finger to his ear, and began to broadcast to all machines he owned. "This is the Good Doctor speaking. Protocol's Fifteen and Sixteen have been activated. You know what to do."In the city below, hundreds upon hundreds of cyborgified citizens whipped up into a panic. They ran in all different directions and screamed, pointing up at their new devilish foes with terror in their eyes. Soon enough, most of the organic populace followed suit, with what little remained of the guard force failing to contain the chaos. Meanwhile, the Cycloids and Cyborgified Konatsian guards made their way to SCAR's warship, taking an underground tunnel hidden beneath the castle to avoid unwanted attention. Even Maximillion, with all of his patriotic gusto, had been reduced to a lifeless husk simply following the rest of the metallic slaves. They'd meet up with Contagion soon enough, and when the slimy creature was ready, they'd evacuate the planet. Breech sighed in disappointment. He'd hoped this day would never have come, but it was his own lack of caution that did him in. He should have paid more attention to the foreigners encroaching on his city; perhaps if he had he could have talked them down. Instead, he'd have to be turned to scrap metal. Hopefully at the very least he'd give Contagion and the others enough time to escape. With one huge leap, Breech shot through the wall of the Guard Tower, making his way towards Alaistair. He'd arrive in front of the devilish man within a few moments, his icy blue eyes studying Alaistair's form carefully. "Greetings. You and your friends are causing a ruckus, it seems. Care to tell me why?" |
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Post by Majin Kaza on Mar 30, 2017 17:53:12 GMT
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Post by Plato on Mar 30, 2017 23:02:28 GMT
Plato Eyes glared at Alistair, " I don't need a drink but thanks; I don't need to drunk and lose control of my new form, which you'll will see soon enough, I don't plan to pull a punch." He said as he nodded at Alistair. Alistair said his great plan but he didn't care that much for the time. It was a good plan no doubt to keep their foes from entering or leaving the city until it had been cleared of all the scum and the androids minions of Breech. He walked out his sword at his side heading towards the castle to take care of what needed to take care of. He doubted they would have trouble with the basic men there was. He doubted there would be much he could do, breech that was. He was powerful but he had no way of defeating him and his allies. He nodded walking through the streets He looked up as the people began to panic and scream. Seemed Breech was doing something as it seemed some order had gone out it didn't matter what did matter is when he could see breech arriving. He smiled at the man, “ I am glad really I am, that you did not tell my people and your machines to panic and flee from the scene, its good I didn’t want them to know who I was nor will you know who I am though I doubt it is hard to make some form of guess.” He stepped forward pushing past Alistair as he looked at his ally. “Go find the others Alistair if they’re not here they must be worming around the city somewhere I’ll deal with breech.” He said his cloak bellowing in the wind. “I’ve come to take back what was unrightfully given to you.”“A King once ruled these lands as a noble ruler of the people of konats but his name has been run in the dirt with lies and twisted truths. Plato of Konats ran, to stop conflict. Plato of Konats failed his people but no other king of konats would have stood a chance. Plato of Konats was banished, but he was banished by a man who had no right to banish him and turned around and helped a man known as Xylo. A task was given to a foolish old man to protect the people. He turned them into his slaves because he had power. A Konstain turned a blind eye to let the crimes go around, but would not wait forever. He would hear what the king had to say and take it with a grain of salt. In truth he was filled with rage. While the king sat on his throne pretending he was just the left hand. He foolishly believed a man with his honor shatter would shatter his last oath. The oath he made to protect konats from what was a threat. He is perviced as an evil and bane. He is seen as a monster that hides in the skin of a monster. They had never seen a monster, a monster like him before. Thousands of years ago this form was used to stop a war, that what they told us. A form where the power of a man and beast fused into one. A power that would allow the rightful king to rise from the ashes. You sat thinking you had won but you had lost. “Flames rushed around Plato as he slowly pulled the cloak off it flying back as his new form was revealed.  The Skin was cracked and broken like a hollow husk of a corpse. The question could be asked what had happened. How could a man’s form change so quickly and so soundly to look like a freak of nature? A beast covered in scales in the form of a being. “This is what I payed, I paid the toll for strength I was never meant to reach the level of a super saiyan my body was not built so when in hell fuming with rage I did something I made a pack with the kashvarr I gave up everything, what I was built just to take back what was mine. I had lost it all because of you and the Sse, once I’m done with you I’ll take my time to clean up the saiyan act of course you’ll be watching from a sky high view as you’re not leave here all together that is a fact.” His aura exploded around him as his skin began to harden and light aflame. The flames crackled and burned with extreme heat burning away the ground under him as he grit his teeth. “I gave up everything now let me show you why!!!!” He yelled out as his body began to metamorphism the snapping of bones echoing around the city as his body began to bulk up the skin began covered in a hard red carapace. It didn’t matter anymore why hold back? Why they would not even know who he was his voice was so different his look was so different. Plato had died on Konats, the old Plato. The Plato who wanted to fight for peace and defeat the kashvarr. The Plato that wanted a world where konats could be safe. That died, and the lasts embers tried to push back against the tide of darkness that came but it only took his two fingers to singe the small flame of regret.  “Hahahahhaa!!!!!” The smoke burst around him like a super heated wave of volcanic rock though seeing how powerful everyone around him was it would have little to no effect. The Flames were still around him bursting with life as he stepped out the flames following him like a trail of death. That was what he was about to bring after all. He stood almost twice his original height. The 5’4 Konstain was at least 9 feet tall now if not taller as his head cocked back him letting out a breath of fresh air. His Red almost fire skinned breathed power while his newly formed tail swung back and forth. He was not a Konstain now, he was a beast. It was as if he had formed a highly durability armor around him and fused completely his power with the power of his greatest minion. He didn’t have to hold back his strength. It had been so hard holding all the rage in he needed a punching bag. He needed to destroy breech without mercy. His cold eyes looked down at Breech. He let out another breath flames rushing out as embers made a small ring of fire around Breech and Plato. “It’s time to die breech any last prayers, if not...” He stepped forward eyeing Breech. How would the android responded to this, new form? He didn’t know but he wanted the Android to fight, he wanted him to attack him. He wanted to kill Breech it would be such an annoyance if the android with all his bluster fled at the first sign of death. After all, he could just rebuilt piece by piece, after he turned them nearly all to dust. (I'm Delcaring This a De now to overthrow breech and his allies and take back Konats also unlocking my Next form Condensed Monster) Condensed Monster Powerlevel: 4,076,420 @misfortune |
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Tekuma Mayakon
Archived
Zeni Transferred to Colba
PL: 104,586
Angel of Darkness(x9P)
Overdrive(x12)
Zeni: 1,480
Shoki: 0
Tag: @tekuma
OOC Name: Zelda's Lullaby
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 31, 2017 3:06:55 GMT
Thread PL: 87,221
x6P: 523,326
HW: 130,831
Tekuma had recieved Alaistair's message and picked up the gathering of energies, with some departing for other locations on Konats while a handful stayed put. A massive surge of energy came from the area, shortly after a random one came onto her radar. Worried, the female took to the sky and would appear close by Alaistair in a whirl of petals. "Yo, Sorry I'm late. I had to deal with Cipher.. and after a lot of stalling I.."
"I've broken away from him, he may think me as his daughter still but you know. I don't need to be dependent on others, not like I have been. I'm here to help you." Taking a brief look at Breech, she looked slightly disgusted. Oh god he looks like an expired tin can. She whispered telepathically to the devil.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2017 3:43:33 GMT
Denim took the new Saiyan arrival's advice to heart as he leaned against the wall but didn't seem to get to do much else. The reason was that Plato literally went into a political speech glorifying their objectives, Alaistair followed; however, his explanation wasn't much simpler. In terms of the long story or the short story of what they were supposed to do Denim preferred the latter. What she heard from them on this was: 1. Conquer the planet by attacking those who oppose them, 2. Rescue civilians from their terrifying situation, and 3. Convert said civilians back into regular peoples' of the planet. She intended to do that but Alaistair insisted that to do that they had to split up and guard different sectors of the city with Plato fighting Dr. Breech while everyone else picked somewhere else to go.
Denim didn't mind that, but she thought it was suicide to fight Dr. Breech alone. She had tried and he had taken her out in one blast. She didn't know Plato to be really all that strong until recently so it could mean he still didn't have an edge over the machine man if he went into this battle. Even if Plato had help that could still be proven true.
She looked towards her group just as Alaistair finished giving orders and wanted to leave like all the rest were doing to fulfill her job. This opportunity did not come so easily for the man she thought of, Dr. Breech, leaped through the wall of the tower they were in and blocked off one exit she could take. She froze in fear upon seeing him and became even morose the moment he spoke of them doing stuff to harm the city when she hadn't even had the opportunity to leave and do so. Kaza, the pinkish girl with an antennae boisterously announced this kind of thought after having a drink. Denim wasn't sure what was going on in her head for she was more back and forth on ideas then she even was.
Denim placed her hands on her hips though the moment Plato suddenly burst into smoke and flames growing into a 9 foot terror. She wasn't sure why he had to give the old guy his life history before doing this but it was cool nonetheless to see that if she left or not things seemed taken care of. She could feel Plato's energy radiating as well as Alaistair's and Kaza's power and with each of them here their powers were well towards the value of which was at least three and a half million. Denim almost felt like sitting down, watching the fight, and totally ignoring the fact she had to go secure the city. Heck, the pink girl Kaza seemed more than happy to stick around and help or just watch too.
"Uh... What should we do..." Plaid stated finding the room had turned into a war zone rather quickly. He clenched his fists and wanted to jump in but like Denim couldn't find a reason to.
She sensed similar thoughts coming from her group and stated, "Scatter inside the tower and take the stairs he so kindly forgot to use." She ordered throwing her right hand out to direct them. Plaid kicked a hole through the wall nearest to the group and all three ogre sisters and her daughter Silk jumped out the window landing well over one hundred feet below without a scratch. Denim was soon to follow, but she had to deal with something first. The arrival of her rival.
She looked to Tekuma with a smile and asked after overhearing her spoken words, "Were you invited here glasses? I think you being here has kind of been an overkill factor even though it sounds like you hate these guys too. You wanna' leave this to the nine foot terror in the room or just watch? I'm just about to jump out the side wall I've made here and secure the base of the tower."
Denim then turned to ledge that had been mad there and stepped off it slowly floating down to the grounds below. She wanted to get into a fight rather soon, but since everything was taken care of here there seemed no point in staying. Hopefully, Tekuma might join her but if not that only meant a few extra people to punch.
Note: Denim will be exiting this thread into a different one shortly. She will fight a battle at the base of the tower in order to secure it.
[3/3] KP, Levitation (UT Tier Technique)- This is Denim's new and most basic mode of flight. She does has to concentrate her ki and with little effort will soon be able to hover and fly off the ground. (Effects- Fully Capable Flight), Used to Flee
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 1, 2017 7:50:07 GMT
(Believe it is my turn at the current time, so allow me to get to this!) The rest of the group came rushing out, but as Denim's group came out, Alaistair was quickly met by one of the very people he just ordered to be hunted down: Chancellor Breech. Alaistair turned to him with a menacing smile, red eyes stabbing towards Breech with the same emotion! "Ah, the good chancellor," Alaistair spoke up, turning to the man! Vennel, and Kizuki had already set up in position, and just as Denim was about to leave with her posse to her sector, Tekuma showed up, apologizing for her delay. Alaistair pointed a finger to the incoming Plato, telling Breech, "A man you were hired by and removed from power would like to have a word with you..."After that, Alaistair's emotion seemed to completely change as he turned to Tekuma. He gave her a hug, as he spoke to her mind, "Tekuma, my young girl! It's good to see you're alright. Listen, you don't need to be afraid about being alone, even if you broke away from that android. I will be-"Her comment about Breech interrupted his talking to her, which earned a snort of restrained, and very brief, laughter that led to him releasing his hug, before messaging to her, "Not the time and place, my girl... But he's more of a raisin, if anything."Alaistair, meanwhile, sensed Vennel's energy rising up in the distance tremendously. He looked over to her, seeing that she'd engaged in the famed Golden Oozaru form! The Devil's smile faded, as he interpreted this as combat with an enemy. He didn't sense energy, though, which struck him odd at first... But then the girl's words, his future daughter in law in front of him, had mentioned having mentioned her 'former father' being here, on the planet! "Damn," Alaistair cursed, looking towards his distant ally, "I need her living so that our deal can continue on..!"The Devil looked to Plato, who'd become wreathed in power and a new form as well. In his current state, he was clearly stronger than Alaistair. Still Breech's current power was a mystery, and they'd have to be ready! His attention went to Kaza, his voice entering her mind in a more demanding tone, "Be ready to assist Plato by making sure this bastard is dead. Eat him if you must...!"A gagging noise was also transmitted to Kaza's head. Alaistair's head shifted forward at the thought, before shaking it and returning his composure to continue the order, "After that, be ready to assist Vennel. She's engaged in the Super Oozaru form, so she must be preparing to combat an enemy."( Dr. Breech, I believe it'd be your go right now.) (KP: 3/3) |
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