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Post by Contagion on Jul 9, 2017 1:04:05 GMT
"What can we do?!" "First King Maximilian and now King Plato?!" "Maybe we really should consider surrendering ourselves to the Solar Saiyan Empire..." "Preposterous! I refuse to let those animals have any say in how we conduct ourselves! MY HONOR WON'T ALLOW IT!"
A council of Konatsian's had been bickering for what had felt like days as news of the late king Plato's death shook the planet into a frenzy. Some factions longed for the days when King Maximilian led their proud people, some were furious that their king had fallen to the Saiyan's commander and sought vengeance, a select few were using this calamity to try and reestablish the church of the White Queen, but the majority was simply frightened as their safety became threatened once more. It was an absolute mess and the hastily appointed council, without any successors or contingency plans, was trying to make the best of it. Though as the planet bickered and as the people argued over everything and anything: a red star would crash toward the atmosphere like a fiery bullet. With it, came an ominous wind that would send a chill down the world's spine. Soon, this flaming red comet would smash right into the throne room causing the council to skitter about like roaches as they avoided the smoke and debris from the sudden crash. As the dust settled, a sound would break the silence throughout the now ruined throne room.
A hiss. Silence. A footstep. The chattering of bone. When the smoke cleared. One of the councilmen would weakly utter: "Sethos...Is that you?" and sure enough it was. Standing tall while clad in the torn up regal cloak that the Konatsian's once gifted him with was the ivory amalgam himself. While in the past this creature would have stuck to the shadows he stood proud and tall before the now cowering council, displaying each of his deformities. A dark glint flickered in his void like eyes as a singular tendril exploded from his back. "Sethos...Is a demon! We must kill him!" The most fiery and headstrong of the Councilmen cried out as he rushed toward the white beast with his polearm drawn. He roared out, each step bringing him closer to impaling the monster before him. Soon enough his blade would strike true and the sound of tearing fabric filled his ears. "...I forgot just how much FIRE you Konatsian's had in you!" Contagion's voice ripped out as a telepathic screech as he cast aside his cloak, revealing his liquefied torso and the blade that harmlessly passed through it. Before the councilman could say anything: Contagion's clawed hands would crash against the sides of his head at once so he could implant the screaming Konatsian with his spores. The armored man let out a choke as his body began to violently spasm and twitch. He stared into Contagion's eyes as his own were slowly consumed by the blackness until there was nothing left of the man before. There was only another Thrall. The Thrall shambled back, withdrawing his blade so Contagion could solidify his body while he took his place by his side. Contagion meanwhile extended his arms up amd let Tendril after tendril rip free from his back while flailing about. "One by one...I will kill all of you for DARING to DESTROY what I. HAVE. BUILT!"
Contagion has begun to attack Konats! His Mission? GENOCIDE The Clock has been set, 72 hours remain!
Contagion's PL: 39,572
Contaminated Thrall's PL: 5,000
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Post by Articho Reville on Jul 10, 2017 3:35:14 GMT
The door to Articho's ship opened up, its owner standing next to it as the wind whipped his hair and clothes around. He stared down at the desert planet grimly, hesitating on his descent to the ground. Konats, the planet that served as his grave for nearly half a year. He rubbed his neck unconsciously, a dull ache pulsing on the spot where Walker had separated his head from his body. It was the last planet he had wanted to return to, yet here he found himself answering a distress call from the citizens about a monster slaughtering their council and screaming from their castle's throne room. At first, the young hybrid had assumed that the attacking monster was that android Breech he had met not long before Walker had killed him. That idea was quickly tossed out the window upon Articho finding he could sense whatever was attacking them without using his sunglasses' scouter function. It remained to be seen whether or not it was a good or a bad thing, yet. Only one way to find out...
Articho put his sunglasses on as stepped out of the doorway to his ship and plummeted down towards the surface of the planet. As he fell, the memory of his death kept flashing in his mind, breaking his focus each time. As the image of Walker's hand cut through his neck ran through his head again, his foot accidentally caught on the lip of a building. "Shit!" the hybrid shouted as he suddenly pitched forward and crashed through another wall right into the throne room. He groaned as he lay upside down in a pile of rubble, dust coating his hair and jacket and his sunglasses askew on his face. Articho blinked to clear his vision as he looked around the room. A few dead bodies, a monster with a sword, and another monster with tentacles sprouting out of its back while it stood in a clearly villainous pose. That was definitely the big bad he had been alerted to.
The hybrid flipped back to his feet and stared at the monster, giving a sheepish smile. "You'll have to forgive the awkward landing there. Bit distracted right now," Articho said. "Now! I'd tell you to surrender and shit like that, but we both know you ain't gonna do that. The option's still there for ya, but I'll be a little nice and keep my power level low for you. I'm looking to have a little fun with this fight." He grinned confidently at the monster, trying to keep up his facade of confidence to hide his real reasoning. This was the first time he'd been in a serious situation since he had come back to life and he knew with such serious circumstances, he should take it seriously, but he wanted to earn this victory. Thoughts of his death were still flashing in his mind and he thought that a solid battle would bury the memories once and for all.
"Let's get this over with," Articho said, still smirking as he readied himself in a fighting stance.
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Thread PL: 247,075
PL set to 50,000
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 10, 2017 7:27:49 GMT
It was a funny thing, waking up on a planet you’ve never been to before. But, alas, that was Wyntre’s situation. She was on her ship, in her Gravity Chamber (waking up in her Gravity Chamber had become a common occurrence, but she knew something was wrong), with the simulations on. But, no, not the simulations she usually had on. Not the idealised fun, nice and dandy simulation of Wyntre sitting on her simulated throne over her simulated Arcose as her simulated vassals payed simulated tribute in a simulated peaceful galaxy. This was different, quite different. She was at a chess/fine wine festival when she woke up. Such a festival would be great, truly, but the soothing ambience of wine being drunk, dances being had and the soft chitter-chatter of chess strategy were too much to be a coincidence. No, as it soon became clear, this was all set up by Zexama to keep her asleep while she did whatever it was that she was doing. What was Zexama doing, anyway? Well, considering the Saiyan Power Levels and Xylo outside, she figured that it was something that Wyntre really did not want to get involved in. Was fate trying to get her to get back into galactic politics? No, she couldn’t, she wasn’t nearly powerful enough. But… with all of the events that have been happening recently, it was almost as if the galaxy itself beckoned for help. But, alas, she would need help to help. Not just with martial artists and fighters (she had Zexama, Brisk and Kocha just under her command and Wyntre couldn’t deal with any more crazy, so she wasn’t really looking for any more) but with political help, help that would politically support her when she returned to Arcose. The Dominion… they were fools. The Solar Saiyans… were inherently destructive (and they also kind of committed genocide against her planet and a few others that one time couple of times). There was one potential ally, other than Earth. And no, it wasn’t the Galactic Patrol: she didn't think very highly of their nosey ways (and she doubted they would choose sides), her potential ally was another. Planet Konats, the Konatsian Council, the Konatsian Guard, the Konatsians themselves. They were small and agreeable, which lead to, potentially, a peaceful and willing vassalization. And, so, she left Beppa for Konats and it only took a day to get there, a day she spent doing really really cool stuff in the gravity chamber. But, before she left, she sent a message to Zexama ’s scouter, which said the following: ”Princess Zexama, my ally and my friend, I will be leaving for an undisclosed period of time. Have fun with your meddling of galactic politics and don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, although by the time this message reaches you you’ve probably already done that. In other words, I’m ditching you for a bit. I’ll be back in another undisclosed period of time, but I get the strange feeling that you might find your own way off of that rock.
Good luck,
Regards,
Salutations,
Please don’t do something stupid,
Felicitations,
And Farewell,
Wyntre Cold, Rightful Empress of the Arcosian Empire.”Soon enough, she was there, overlooking and admiring the Konatsian landscape. You know, strangely, there weren’t nearly as many high Power Levels as she was expecting. Well, there was one, one with 39,572PL, but that wasn’t much. Really, she only needed to find the Konatsian Council and make her proposition. Considering the previous Konatsian/Arcosian relations and how Wyntre was generally considered as wise and powerful, she hoped that they would see in her the leader they lacked. What… what was that?50,000. That was far larger, but also strikingly even: a suppression, no doubt. She flew over to the location of the incidents, suppressing her Power Level as she went. How about… 2% of her full-power? That is, 63,939PL. Yes, that should do. No need to unnecessarily scare anyone. And, with a flash, she was there. Oh? It looked like she was a tad late to the party. ”Salutations, Konatsian Council. I am Wyntre Cold, Rightful Empress of the Arcosian Empire. I was hoping we could have a civil discussion.”She brought her attention to the strange white entity. ”And you, the shouty pale one.” She saw the creepy-looking almost-Konatsian thrall. She sall the strange tendrils flowing from the strange entity’s body. Yes, that is almost definitely an evil person. She wanted to be 100% sure, and she was… almost 100% sure. Just by looking at the scared Konatsian faces she knew what she was to do. ”State your name and purpose on this planet. Be warned, I am using only 2% of my current maximum power and I can draw on even more from there.” There was also the Death Ball. ”And even more from there.” And then the Makaioken. ”And even more than that.” She didn’t even want to count the Infernal Downpour, for she didn’t really ever see herself using it. ”I am prepared to kill you if you endanger lives. I am prepared to prevent you if you try to.”Her attention turned to the hybrid. She didn’t know he was a hybrid, of course, he looked more like a human, or a Konatsian that went through ear surgery. He seemed… strange. Perhaps it was the way he held himself, perhaps it was what he was wearing, but she was, in a way she couldn’t quite describe, reminded of Zexama. ”That goes for you, too. I’m here on Imperial business,” that was arguable, ”and I’d rather not have to save Konats from some malicious idiots.”
Base: 266,412PL Mastered True: 3,196,944PL Royal: 4,262,592PL 2% Suppressed Mastered True (in-use): 63,939PL Wyntre is now on Konats. She is prepared to attack and to prevent the strangers from just about anything murder-y. Accumulative Damage: 0%. [3/3KP] |
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Ardaran
Archived
PL: 1,550
Full Focus (x4)
Zeni: 3,391
Tag: @ardaran
OOC Name: Arc
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Post by Ardaran on Jul 10, 2017 12:52:37 GMT
Thread PL: 1 550
Ard had been out and about, patrolling the area outside the palace when a sudden ominous wind caught his attention. He ignored it initially, instead keeping an eye out for any danger. But it seemed danger would find him. He heard a massive explosion from behind him as Contagion's attack smashed into the seat of Konatsian power. Then he felt it; a great power. Far greater than his own. This being could kill him instantly, whoever it was. "Y-You... monster...!" Ard growled and grit his teeth. They were attacking his planet; the planet he had sworn to protect. He had seen far too much death. If he could sacrifice his empty husk of a life to prevent just a few more deaths, he would do it.
"Ancestors... accept my soul. Know that I died fighting for my people." After that brief prayer, Ardaran ran off towards the castle, not even bothering to suppress his energy. No, he was going to fight as soon as he got there. He had to save as many lives as possible. His people suffered enough. Ard himself was still reeling from the loss of King Plato. The man seemed larger than life. Immortal, even. But that wasn't true in the end. No one was immortal. Even the strongest could fall. Even Plato. If their enemies managed to kill the best they had, what hope was there for them? What could he do? He couldn't even save his temple from a threat barely half as strong as this one.
He hid. When the rubble fell on him, he just hid as he listened to his brothers and sisters get torn apart. To this day, the screams still haunted his dreams. But he wasn't going to hide this time. This was his chance at redemption. An honorable death. One he should have gotten when that monster attacked his temple. As he made his way to the palace, he felt two stronger powers arrive. He didn't know if they were friend or foe, but he pushed onward. The guard burst through the doors of the throne room, looking upon the scene. There he saw a few familiar faces among the council, but three he didn't recognize. One was clearly a monster. The other appeared human, at least. The strongest among them, however... Ard had a feeling about her. Good or bad, he didn't know.
A few seconds passed before Ard realized he had just been standing there in awkward silence, a look of surprise on his face. His features hardened as he pulled the Sword of All-Valor from the ornate scabbard on his back, holding the mirror-like blade out defensively. "You lot! I am the Guardian, Ardaran. If you dare to attack my home, i'll have no choice but to fight you!" As Ard got fired up, a white aura surrounded his body. He turned to the first power he sensed, Contagion. "Demon! This is the Sword of All-Valor, my temple's holiest relic. It contains the souls of my bravest brothers and sisters...!" His power steadily rose as he addressed the bio-droid.
"...and it will be the light... that pierces your vile darkness!" Ard's power hit its maximum after that line. He held the blade offensively and charged at the pale demon with a mighty battle cry, his blade pointed right at Contagion's heart, or where Ard thought his heart might be. If no one tried to stop him, the emerald-haired Konatsian would follow through with his attack, aiming a stab at Contagion's chest.
Full Focus activated! PL x4!
This brings Ard to an ALMIGHTY 6 200! Tremble, Contagion!
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Jul 10, 2017 15:04:29 GMT
[Thread PL: 89,127] [Renegade Reactor + Heavy Weights Active] [Current PL: 133,690] "Is it done yet, is it done yet?""RED, I told you before we even took off, the little project you asked of me isn't going to be done for a good while, especially since you want to incorporate good designs from both!" "Tch, that's a complete shame, cause we could have needed it!"
"Shoulda coulda woulda asked me sooner!" "You giving me sass?"
"You know it, and pray tell you where I learned this horrid habit from." "D'aw, you makin' me bwush~"Another tangent conversation between the duo that makes up a good member of the Blue Banner Army's KAOS force. The more masculine man who was rather lanky and had a snazzy set of shark teeth, and a yellow jumpsuit that makes all the girls fawn over him (or moreso that's what he wants to happen), was none other than the seventeen year old Pico 'Panzer Ink' Lennon. A complete nerd in the standards of the girl in the blue dress, and ginger hair that pops from underneath her blue top hat. And this little lass sporting a grin sharper than her own buddy was Vivian Violetta... Or more precisely, Rebecca Edolvein Dewitt. Having gotten a call from a buddy of hers, she forced Panzer to fly a ship all the way to Konats, needing to return there for an urgent manner. And just as they were nearing the planet, entering the atmosphere with the ship slowing down, multiple entities picked up on her radar. The most prominent one being not the strongest, but the oddly even 50,000 Battle Units. Remembering at how people can manage their own powers, this 50,000 guy must have been hiding his true power, thus means that she was out of her league. Taking a deep breath, without really needing to mind you, she started to plot a little as the ship touched down, just a couple thousand feet away from the commotion. With the pod bay doors opening, Vivian blasted forth, leaving Panzer scrambling as he was gathering his junk. I mean, it's just stupid to blast off without gathering support materials if anything goes wrong. And just as a random Konatsian charged the silver slime based amalgamation, he was stopped in his tracks as a burst of wind rippled the air around them. Standing in between this Konatsian and Contagion, was the very same orange haired lass, a hand held up with the guy's sword caught in just her palm. Having only caught the ass end of conversations here, she couldn't help but chuckle as she stopped the holy sword itself. "Before I get to business, keep your butter knife to yourself. You would've gotten gutted, and your sword shattered if you got even closer," Her sassy synthetic voice filled the air, "And before you attest to it's strength..."Vivian's fingers clasped onto the sword, putting only the slightest bit of her own strength into the squeezing of the sword, probably putting an indentation on this so called holy sword. She wouldn't know as she turned her head around to face the others, eyes widening as she recognized two of them for different reasons. The first one being the smart ass known as Articho, who quite literally stun gunned her back on Earth. Jesus Christ it still pisses her off that he did that, she had last quite a bit of data as it all got corrupted from the shock. Well, good thing her buddy soft-patched her to not get that affected by shocks anymore. And the other one.... Hoooo boy, this arcosian was a doozy. Empress Wyntre. Reiteration, EMPRESS. FUCKING. WYNTRE. Because of some data that Vi-Poi himself had written, Vivian knew that she was severely outclassed, once again. It seemed that she wasn't going to be able to keep her promise the way things are going, so she needed to play a different ploy, one which is in the benefit of everyone else.
"Wassup?" Vivian said with a shrug, knowing full well that if she deviated from how she normally acts would seem to obtuse, "The name's Vivian, member of BBA KAOS, blah blah blah. The short and skinny of it all is that a good buddy of mine from this planet called me over cause of a certain... Thing." Her eyes squinted and curled in a way that was indicative of her vision narrowing on Contagion, implying that he was this... Thing.
"This... Thing, whatever it calls itself, is causing trouble! And wouldn't you know it his profile matches a wanted... Thing back on Earth. Wanted alive, mind you, due to the nature of this being."Making sure that she was facing Contagion, she cocked her head back in a fashion that made it seem like she was looking down on the Ex-leader of SCAR, none of her connections that she made in her previous body prevalent now that she was Vivian. She was Vivian, not Rebecca, for the time being, so she had to play the part. Cracking her knuckles, she offered to the violent little slime hedgehog looking sunovabitch.
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Post by Chili Pepper on Jul 10, 2017 22:54:50 GMT
[91, 492 PL + Akhotto Kosho (x6) + Heavy Weights = 137,238 Thread PL] The Sparver entered Orbit of the planet Konats and as soon as it had Chili had leaped out the door. Called to arms by a static filled and weak distress signal picked up on Vegeta, the people here were in trouble. He squinted his eyes as the air whipped by him while he was free falling through the atmosphere. It was then he felt several Ki signatures below, but far off from his landing, there were the highest in the area but they surged with intensity. He ground his teeth, his muscles began to swell up and stretch his iconic red outfit to it’s maximum capacity. Height and weight nearly doubled as well as muscle mass, his power level following suit. The weights within his clothing keeping his power level somewhat modest, but if he could count on what he felt from below it would be more than enough to deal with the situation. Propelling himself into the direction of the palace now, flying instead of falling and at great speed. Chili closed the distance quickly and slammed into the doorway of the Palace, knocking the door open and nearly off the hinges as he broke into the throneroom. “ ...Whoops.” Looking back at the brutalized gate way, before snapping his head forward again to find literally everyone getting ready for some sort of conflict. Catching just the tail end of the conversation as ‘Vivian’ had entered. “ ...Uh, Chili Pepper of the Galactic Patrol. I was… I received a distress signal and had come to investigate…” His eyes jumped to Wyntre and then to Contaigon, whom had most of the attention currently. “ I am gonna guess… you guys are too?” He was still unsure as to what even he was supposed to be investigating, or even who he could call an Ally in this room. The one with the sunglasses at least appeared to be human, his eyes finally fell onto Red tangled with a guardsman and the pup finally recalled what she had said and the familiar emptiness he could feel. His face grew grim as he looked her over and he finally spat out “ BBA? Don’t you think you’re a little far from Earth?” The galactic patrolman’s hair standing on end as he considered the very hypocrisy of the situation at hand. Whatever was going on here Chili intended to get to the bottom of it.
KP: 3/3
Chili's PL @ 137,238
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Post by Contagion on Jul 11, 2017 4:20:16 GMT
Contagion's eyes narrowed to feral slits as he stared at the growing group of would be 'heroes.' A swell of fury and frustration bubbled under his skin at this very sudden road block. Of all the times the scum would fester and come together to block his path it had to be now: at the cusp of his greatest and most fulfilling of victories. Why of all times would they come to Konats' aid now? Who were they to ignore the plight S.C.A.R faced: when Konats was ripped from their grasp from that group of 'Devil's Knights' not so long ago? Some heroes... If only they had known that their ineptitude lead to Contagion's unleashed wrath. These hero's false 'concern' for these insignificant roaches made him sick to his very core. In fact as he stood there, his gaping chest maw would let out an audible wretch as he hung his arms down to his sides.
The white beast felt no fear as he faced these would be attackers. They were but a leaf dancing on the wind compared to the storm of power he felt from much bigger fish in the galactic sea. Why would he bow and cower to them when he weathered the typhoon that was Reikiko? A rumbling telepathic chortle filled the room as Contagion slowly extended his arms out to his sides. A wavering tendril hung closely as the devious amalgamation thought of a lie that could get him out of this situation.
"Empress Wyntreeee... It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He began, his eyes locking in on the regal Arcosian as his telepathic voice took on a more calm and smooth tone. He greeted the former matriarch with a flourishing bow. "Or perhaps, if you had the warmth to spare...Might I call you...Mother?" He looked up to her, his ki rising so she could feel the jagged mess of powers that composed his aura, including her own.
"Affffttteeerrrr Allll...The scientists who put me together felt that your insurmountable power was something that my garish and imperfect body could benefit from." He hissed, looking down to his own malformed figure. "I should explain however, what I am doing here..." He uttered, glancing aside to the still cowering council.
"You maaaay not be awaarrre but I am an ally of the Mazoku, and I aided Xylo in protecting Arcose from the fooouulll saiyans who dared to threaten her beauty. Much like the one who stands here ready to kill me..." He mentioned, his pointed glare shifting to Articho suddenly as if he were some sort of foul villain. "Probably a sympathizer no doubt seeking revenge under the false pretense of heroism. Did you know one went so far as to trash the throne room left painfully vacant by your absence?" Which, for all intents and purposes was the complete truth thus far barring the relation Articho had with the SSE. "If you dare to disturb our glorious leader you can confirm my story. I'll go ahead and wait." He hissed, only to hear one of the councilmen start to speak.
"Please help us he wants to kill us!" One begged, tears in their eyes.
"Only because you were conspiring against the Mazoku! King Plato has only been dead for a few days and you have already claimed the throne?! I think not!" He interrupted bringing his tendril up to the neck of the man who dared to speak. "These rats are nothing but liars and scoundrels, each deserves death." He snarled, putting the point of the organic blade to his neck causing a bit of blood to trickle down.
"This poor misguided guardian probably was fooled by these villains." He said, cutting his gaze to Ardaran. "As for these two... I do believe they are out of their jurisdiction." He chided, looking to Vivian and Chili.
"Perhaps my methods of reclaiming Konats were barbaric. I had a personal stake in it's well being at one point, I helped protect it in the past; So I may have been...Overzealous in my coming here without order. I'll differ to your judgement on how we should handle this rebellion, the saiyan, and the two uninvited guests." He concluded with a bow after weaving an interlocking web of lies and truths.
The Thrall, throughout all this, kept it's stance strong and kept a hold on his polearm. There was no capacity to do anything else at this moment for it.
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Post by Articho Reville on Jul 12, 2017 3:30:13 GMT
Articho was already raring and ready to fight when a sudden flash drew his attention. A look of confusion crossed his face as he turned to face the source: an Arcosian woman who introduced herself as Wyntre Cold, a name Arti had not heard in quite some time. Last he had heard of her, all Wyntre was was a head added to Zucceta's collection, back when the former Saiyan queen was on her warpath and planting that big tree all over the place. A thought struck the young hybrid upon reflecting on the former Empress' death: Had she encountered and trained with King Kai's counterpart in hell? He was almost certain she had gone to hell upon her death, but then again, Kaula had managed to get to heaven despite doing quite a few bad things.
Articho watched the former Arcosian monarch as she addressed what was left of the council and the monster who he was certain had killed them in the first place. "Kind of more pressing matters to deal with right now. Can't you talk to theses guys after we're sure they rest of them are actually going to live?" he said in an annoyed tone. Why do people always try talking first, especially when it came to the murderous maniacs? The hybrid was sure someone would have an easier time solving a complex math problem than convincing a derange psychopath to stand down and leave. "Yeah, can we avoid the whole 'killing' thing? Seems kind of hypocritical to tell someone to stop killing, then go and kill them yourself," Arti interjected. "Also, I prefer the term 'honorable' idiot. I worked very hard to be referred to as such."
Almost as if on cue, another person burst into the room. Articho rolled his eyes as he turned to look at the new comer. A Konatsian, by the looks of it and one that seemed to be both very brave and very stupid. He had to admit it was quite the foolhardy move to attempt, but he could respect that. He watched with mild interest as the Konatsian charged towards the monster as he blathered on about his "holy sword." Some holy sword it turned out to be, as it was quickly stopped in its tracks by yet another newcomer, one he recognized this time. Vivian, the weird, cartoony android, that had turned up at his house for training once. Articho grinned at the girl, giving a small wave of greeting. "Hey, hey! Long time, no see, Vivian! You finally get yourself some decent insulation for electric shock?"
He barely had time to begin asking what she was doing all the way out here in the first place when, surprise, someone else decided to join the party! This time, it was a small dog man claiming to be a member of the Galactic Patrol. That was the real miracle, the fact that the GP decided to actually do something for once. "Could say the same for you," Articho mumbled before turning back to face the monstrosity. He listened as the monster spun a tale, quickly moving to paint itself as the hero and everything else the villains. He gave Wyntre a side eye as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You'd better not fall for his obvious flattery," he stated firmly before looking back at the monster and raising one finger in a "hold on" gesture. "Alright, first off: I'm not looking to kill you. Beat you to a pulp if I deem it necessary? Yes. Kill you? No. Secondly, I'm not an SSE goon. I'm only a half Saiyan and I live on Earth. If I was associated with those guys at all, I'm pretty sure my jacket would have a different color scheme and logo on it. Thirdly, what you're deeming as 'protection' is cold blooded murder. Kinda makes your crusade lose a bit of its credibility here." Articho kept staring at Wyntre as the monster presented a deal to her. His arms tensed up as he watched her from the corner of his eye. He needed to be ready to strike just in case the living pile of goop actually won her over.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 12, 2017 6:23:26 GMT
An overdramatic Konatsian entered the fray. Wyntre didn't think much of him, and not because of his unimpressive Power Level compared to some of the other people in the room (actually, she was pretty sure that he was still more powerful than most inhabitants of the planet), but because of how he just popped out of nowhere and proclaimed that he would defeat the enemy, despite how very clearly not needed he was. No matter, she decided, it was fine. As long as no-one else entered the already too-not-boring room.
But, of course, that never could have been the case. Enter: a sassy red robot child. She was with the BBA, with KAOS, specifically, which was... odd. There was no real way to have gotten from Earth to Konats so quickly, so she either knew that Contagion was dangerous, alive and Konats-bound or she was already on Konats. She soon cleared this up, though, with one of the least specific sentences ever to ever exist. She assumed, however, that the 'good buddy of hers' was the Administrator, the planet was Earth and the certain thing was killing a bunch of people. "Wanted alive, then." Death was a revolving door for the powerful, she knew that better than most. "I'll see what I can do."
And then... a really big upright-standing dog entered the room by smashing through the doors... a metaphor, if you will. He was Chili Pepper of the Galactic Patrol, as he claimed, which Wyntre had no particular problem with. This is what the Galactic Patrol was made for, designed for, good at: protecting the people within the confines of the sovereignty's rules. Chili would have been this through and through, at least though Wyntre's eyes, if not for the whole door thing. "Chili Pepper of the Galactic Patrol." She said this in greeting. "A pleasure."
Then, once again, it was the turn of the pale shouty one. He was mad, certainly, absolutely deranged— what did he just say? But, alas, she knew exactly what he had said. But, as her scouter confirmed, it seemed as if a part of what it sensed in him was herself... how positively sickening.
He was an ally of the Mazoku, apparently. He defended Arcose from the Saiyans, apparently. But, at that point, she was hardly listening. She was disturbed very thoroughly that the monstrosity that she saw before her very eyes would call her its mother, but she had gotten out of it soon enough. "You..." This beast killed much and his excuse was being an ally of the ally of some of her people? No, no... that just wouldn't do.
The human— or Saiyan, according to the abomination— began to talk. "Whatever that is, it isn't worthy of life... but, if either the robot or the Galactric Patroller can contain it for longer than death would, that would be suitable punishment."
She entered into a stance that was better suited to one soon to enter combat.
"Defending Arcose does not make what you have attempted to do OK, the Mazoku are fools and I am not your Mother." She began to gather ki in her arms: not nearly enough to kill, but enough to hurt a lot. "If only you weren't more powerful, I would have enjoyed beating you up." The energy continued to gather. "Do note that if I didn't know how commonly death is escaped, you'd be dead already."
She brought her hands together for an attack not weak enough to have its name be shouted.
Base: 266,412PL
Mastered True: 3,196,944PL
Royal: 4,262,592PL
2% Suppressed Mastered True (in-use): 63,939PL
Wyntre has shot the purposely not-very-powerful [N1] Themis Beam at 21,100PL at Contagion, intended to hurt a bunch.
Accumulative Damage: 0%.
[2/3KP]
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Ardaran
Archived
PL: 1,550
Full Focus (x4)
Zeni: 3,391
Tag: @ardaran
OOC Name: Arc
Posts: 9
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Post by Ardaran on Jul 13, 2017 12:07:46 GMT
Ardaran prepared himself for death once his blade was caught by the android that imposed herself between he and his target. But death did not come. No, something far worse did. "Did you... deny me my honorable end?" Ard simply whispered in Vivan's direction as she walked off. He looked down at his sword, a small indention in it from where the android squeezed. It was a fitting metaphor. Perhaps he truly wasn't worthy enough to wield this blade? Perhaps the ancestors judged him more harshly than he thought. He couldn't even atone for his past sins now. Not in this battle. Without a word, Ard withdrew his sword and replaced it in the scabbard on his back.
At the same time, the white aura around the swordsman flickered and died out, his power level returning to normal. 'Then... I suppose i'll fall back. Live to die another day.' Ard wordlessly turned and made his way back to where he came from, not even acknowledging the newcomers as they came. His spirit was broken, but he still had his duty. He wouldn't remove himself completely from the situation just yet. Not while his planet was still under threat. It seemed like these veritable TITANS could handle whatever this creature threw their way... but his sense of duty wouldn't let him leave.
That, and his mind was swimming with all sorts of thoughts. Mainly about how the Sword of All-Valor was able to be damaged so easily in his hands. He heard tales of the blade's sharpness and invulnerability, but that redhead treated it like a child's toy, damaging it effortlessly. 'It was foolish of me to think that I could use a relic so holy, when my heart is full of darkness fueled by cowardice and sin. This blade belongs in your hands, Svern... I should have been the one to fall that day, not you. Your blade would have struck true. You wouldn't have let a young girl get in your way... this blade would not have broken in your hand.'
Ard always knew that his mentor, Svern was always the more worthy between the two of them. This blade would have accepted him as its master. There would be no one better. Ard looked out at the battle when he felt Wyntre unleash her attack on the bio-android. He was too wrapped up in his melancholic thoughts to pay attention to what had happened up to that point, but he guessed that whatever the "demon" had said pissed the Arcosian off. He watched the battle with only a hint of interest. It was something to get his mind off things, at least. He would have a lot to think about later.
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Jul 15, 2017 0:14:30 GMT
After addressing everyone with her little introduction about being a BBA member, and before the dog boy came along, the moron who wanted to slay Contagion actually admitted that he was charging in towards him in order to die an honorable death. Twisting her head a full hundred and eighty degrees, she looked into his eyes with her black, empty, void-like eyes as she said, "Oh, you wanted to commit suicide~. In that case, walk off a cliff or something. I don't give a shit about little morons who throw their lives away over the most mundane of things!" Turning her attention away from him and fixing the position of his head, she watched and listened to the dog wonder who came and decided to be a right little twat towards her.
"Like I said, I came here cause a friend told me," Scratching the back of her head, "A nice little nerd I made friends with a long while back lived on this planet, and as I was making a trip to Vegeets to assist the boss... well, I got a call from a friend and forced my buddy to make a huuuge turn to get here."
Though while it was half true that a friend called her to the planet, it made sense that she made it here in such a short amount of time, ESPECIALLY with the fact that Panzer turbo charged their ship to make long distance travels in just hours flat. And speaking of the pink haired wonder, he finally came bounding from over the horizon, having finally gotten the ship to transform back into a capsule... And he was currently weak as balls, his own power level hovering around a decent six.
"Yo, Panzie, turn on your damn necklace fool!" Vivian shouted with vim, knowing full well that he can't do shit without it.
"Oh, right," The guy said as he reached for the necklace inside of his yellow jumpsuit, flipping the switch as his own power increased by tons...
Panzer has finally entered the fray, has a Power Level of 66,845
"And yes Arto," Vivian said with a little disdain, acknowledging him as she was still a little salty about the shock incident, "Panzer over here hooked me up with some insulation."
Then Contagion had to speak.... Oh for fucks sake, she was buddies with this slimy chancellor, but he sure as hell was able to make himself sound creepy as hell, calling this feminine arcosian his mother. And sure his ties to the Arcosian Empire might be as good as he claims, but the matter of the fact is that he was still in a shit ton of trouble.
And there was the punchline, what with the Wyntre sending in a truckload of energy blasting towards Contagion. It wouldn't really kill him, but it'd definitely hurt quite a lot. And she couldn't really do anything now, as that could implicate her own old relations with him. In fact, all she could do was say, "Don't smack him around too much, we need him alive for dissection purposes and the likes."
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Post by Chili Pepper on Jul 16, 2017 6:26:41 GMT
Chili had not expected to run into so many people who all felt so powerful, but at least one of them greeted him with even a smidgen of warmth. Smiling quickly at the regal arcosian “ Thank you M’am, likewise” he spoke putting on his best ‘officer’ tone. His eyes darting to Arti as he mumbled under his breath and the pup’s smile disappeared. Having received bitter responses to his position for the past couple months. He didn’t really have a clue where the disdain was coming from but it was really starting to dig into his spirit. Chili considered shooting Arti a venom coated rebuttal about keeping his bias to himself, but then Red spoke and the patrolmen remembered his very similar reaction to her arrival. With a sigh he hung his head and then looked down at the hatted ginger and spoke “ Look I… I shouldn’t have act-” Contagion finally managed to gurgle something out since Chili had arrived and it drew his attention away from his apology. The figure felt odd to Chili, but his mother had always warned him about judging people before knowing them. That lesson didn’t hit home that you shouldn’t trust people either, like Vi, until you know them. He stared the pale being over and listened to his explanation. A smirk drew across Chili’s face as he finished speaking and open came the dog’s muzzle. “ I may not have authorization to act here upon Konats yet, however you are attempting to kill these men and I believe I must protect life until we figure out what… uhm is happening here” he tittered out. Not completely sure about his explanation, perhaps Konats had death penalties often. Chili had yet to fully study these people’s regulations as he had not expected a visit so soon. “ But anyway, how abo-” It was then Wyntre jumped in sounding most displeased with Contagion, the creature seeming to tell her they were allies. Though Chili was unaware of whatever situation there was between these people, and the former Queen had now proven their lack of relationship with a quickly thrown attack. The pup sitting there in the air a bit stunned by the brashness of the frost demon and how quickly things were getting underway.
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Post by Contagion on Jul 16, 2017 6:45:28 GMT
"Ho? You seem quite adamant about protecting these ingrates don't you?" Contagion asked the Arcosian, speaking in a cool tone even as the white hot surge of energy came rushing toward him. Just before the beam struck however Contagion's body, much like earlier, would liquefy allowing the beam to slip through him without causing any damage. He took a step forward, his talons digging into the marble floor as he narrowed his dark gaze on the Empress. "Your care for their lives is admirable in a pitiful sort of way. It's a shame you don't care about your own people's lives though." He suddenly hissed extending his arms out to his sides. "Where were you exactly when the saiyans claimed Beppa?" He asked, a clustering of eyes popping up around his form so they could stare upon the faux empress with condescension. "What about when they walked to your front door and slaughtered your people by the dozens?! Before Xylo and I got there all I saw were the Generals of your former army skittring in desperation as they fought the encroaching saiyan forces. Was Vennel's super saiyan might too much for you? Did you cower in fear as you left your empire to crumble?" He asked, his chest maw gnashing it's needle like teeth while the rigid mandibles clicked together creating a dull ringing sound. "It seems hypocritical to play the hero here on this alien world; As one by one your empire burns under the onslaught of the saiyans. Perhaps 'Lady Death' showing off your head to the galaxy left an impact?" He let out a chortle, crossing his arms as he started to genuinely laugh at the woman. "I guess what I'm saying is...Don't you have anywhere better to be?" With that, he'd turn away from her completely. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of begging for his life. "As for you half-blood, and you pup, I tire of both of your heroics as well. I don't know either of you nor do I care to but if you 'deem it necessary' to fight me then come." He glowered, narrowing his gaze on Articho specifically. "Your prattling bores me more than Wyntre's hypocrisy. It is clear to me that there is no fight worth having here and that coming has served to become more of a test of my patience than a worthwhile conquest." He spat, speaking generally now. In truth, all of this incessant preaching and standing around had extinguished his literal appetite for blood leaving instead a revolting taste in his mouth. Perhaps it was one of the numerous strings of DNA in him but when he had faced heart pounding situations he usually did so head on with a heightened sense of adrenaline that caused his blood to boil. This, an utterly hopeless situation and a failure only served to bore him. The self righteousness of these dolts was nearly putting him to sleep. He would have prayed that Rebecca would knock him out soon and drag him away if he believed in that sort of thing. "I am smarter than you may give me credit however, there is little point in fighting. Especially in a conflict of five versus one. So, I surrender. This rock will be under Mazoku control one way or another so: unless you all are brave enough to face Xylo and Ouroboros directly I'd run along too." He suddenly looked to Chili, a sadistic gleam flashing in his numerous eyes as he felt like throwing one last personal taunt. "Tell me, are you the strongest the Galactic Patrol has to offer? If so, you and your band of meddlers are in for a rude awakening about who truly owns this universe."
Contagion uses [SU1] Liquefy to dodge [N1] Themis Beam KP 2/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Jul 19, 2017 2:43:51 GMT
Articho tugged anxiously at the wraps around his hand as he watched Wyntre before clenching his jaw and working up the nerve to address his own death. He was partially hesitant because even thinking about it made him uncomfortable, partially because he wasn't sure who she would respond to it or the King Kai symbol on his jacket's back, though she didn't seem to recognize it. "You and I both know that if we really want to keep him from hurting anyone, we can't kill him," he said quietly. "If you kill him, he'll just be able to get away and we run the risk of him training with Beelzebub and learning Kami knows what from that little demon." He watched as the Arcosian launched an attack towards the creature, though didn't jump in the way. It wasn't too strong and the creature let it melt through his body, anyway. He couldn't help but crack a smirk at Wyntre. "Seems it touched a nerve there," he remarked, ignoring the glare and biting comment from the creature.
The hybrid rolled his eyes as he looked back to Vivian. "Are you still upset about a little electrical shock? You didn't blow up, so what's there to be upset about?" he shrugged his shoulders and gave the red headed android a goofy smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the Konatsian man with the holy sword trying to leave the throne room. Articho frowned and moved over in front of the Konatsian, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Lemme see your sword there," he said, taking the blade in his hand. He inspected it for a second, noticing the indent on the blade where Vivian had pressed it. He took one finger and tapped it against the side of the blade, knocking the dent out of the sword. He let go of the blade and smiled reassuringly at the Konatsian.
"Don't let what she said get you down. Everyone starts somewhere and you'll get plenty strong with time," Articho said before looking at the Konatsian's sword. "Strength is something that's earned, not given. You can't put your stock in legends, because more often than not, they aren't true. A weapon's only as strong as the wielder, so let this sword be an extension of yourself rather than where you center all of your power. Make sense?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 19, 2017 10:39:26 GMT
Wyntre was not paying much attention to Ardaran or Vivian, but she wasn't particularly happy about his willingness to die on an empty sacrifice. For, with no reason to sacrifice oneself, the killing of oneself becomes an entirely selfish endeavour. Wyntre knew it better than both: there is no honour in death.
Vivian's motives seemed to be then, at that moment, to pick up whatever was left of Contagion's soon to be beaten up body for the purposes of containing the threat he represented and then to analyse it for scientific purposes. "Oh, you'd be surprised with what you can have a dissection of." But, alas, no killing. So, even thought a mashed up and mostly disintegrated body can be appropriately dissected, she might have trouble doing those things to the anomaly and still have him remain alive.
Contagion avoided her attack in a peculiar manner: he seemed to exist in a sort of constant semi-solid state that allowed him to avoid attacks by moving some of his body out of the way of the attack. It reminded her of what Koramund would have done, and what Koramund often did. She had grown accustomed to this sort of technique during her time training with the bio-android... perhaps one might consider that technique to be the inspiration for her Intangibility Technique, only instead of having her body move to avoid the attack, she simply had her body avoid what was effectively the reality in which the attack was conveyed.
But, alas, another nerve was struck.
"As you've already made abundantly obvious, you are an idiot." Her words were directed to Contagion, and only to Contagion. "I recognise that you aren't speaking because you believe that what you say is true— no, not even you're that stupid— You are speaking what you are speaking in an inane attempt to provoke me. I'll tell you where I was during the Beppan Invasion: I was on Earth, in my gravity chamber, watching the events unfold as I had my computer simulate what it would have been like to be there. As you have demonstrated your complete lack of understanding as to how interstellar travel works, I'll enlighten you: there was no feasible way for me to have been on Beppa during the invasion, unless I had received visions of the future. I trained so that I may be powerful enough to defeat the enemies of Arcose, the enemies of righteousness. I trained so that I would be able to bring peace to the galaxy instead of throwing myself on a figurative blade like this Konatsian fellow seems to have aimed for." She began to power up.
2%. 63,939PL.
"I have achieved much of what I had sought."
4%. 127,878PL.
"Despite my still being not powerful enough to defeat the Queen of the Saiyans or the Lord of the Mazoku..."
8%. 255,756PL.
"I am the most powerful Arcosian to have lived in centuries, perhaps ever. Mine is a power that triumphs."
16%. 511,512PL.
"I will not throw myself onto the blades of the enemies until I am powerful enough to survive it. I can make a difference here, though."
32%. 1,023,024PL.
"I can defeat you. I can bring justice. And, no, while I am not on the front lines, always assume that I have a reason to do so."
64%. 2,046,048PL.
"I know that you're wrong and, unless you're an idiot, you do too."
100%. 3,196,944PL.
"I suppose you'll be happy to know that I really want to kill you."
But, alas, she would not even try.
"Yes, yes, I get it." She directed this at Articho. Thing is, she knew exactly what Beelzebub would have taught him. She ignored his nerve-related comment, too... the truth was, she had argued about whether or not she should go out and become Empress once again, even if it wouldn't last long considering how weak she was compared to some of the other powers.
"Xylo has power but isn't smart enough to use it properly: his Empire will fall as soon as he does. Xylo owns the universe much in the same way that a semi-skilled player of one sport owns the entirety of the concept of 'sports': that is to say, in no way at all." Yes, she was aware that that comment was directed at Mr. Pepper, but good heavens the stupidity annoyed her.
Her attention turned to the android. "Vivian, are you capable of keeping the threat contained until transported back to Earth?"
Base: 266,412PL
Mastered True (in-use): 3,196,944PL
Royal: 4,262,592PL
Accumulative Damage: 0%.
[2+1/3KP]
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