|
Post by gogmagog on Aug 19, 2017 15:01:31 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads| Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
The crust of Namek was split open, a gigantic scar ran down the middle of the quiets wastelands that was the Northern Scar. Many would stop their journey through the rugged lands at the canyon, but Gog had other ideas. It had taken him days to cross the ravine but finally he was across the other side. From here Gog looked on, his eyes scanning the landscape. All before him were jagged stones sharp enough to cut the skin of ones feet, if there was grass it wasn't like the beautiful blue grass one was use to around Ajissa Mainlands. No not at all, this grass was diseased, plagued with what ever corruption had tainted this land long ago. Mountains cast their shadows over the land, each one dark and foreboding. The winds blew past them, working it's way through the mountains bringing sounds that don't seem real with them. Gogmagog let out a sigh, this was as close to the Demon Realm that he would be able to find on Namek. Gogmagog marched on. The Demon wore nothing but loose fitting rags the clung desperately to his waste. Littered through out his body were a series of S hooks, each one stabbed deep into the flesh, blood trickled down the Demons body. The S hooks held weights, Gogmagog's primitive revision of what this Realm knew as 'heavy weights'. Much like the way they did it back in his clan from the Demon Realms. This would be Gog's pilgrimage. The only other items the Demon brought with him was a club made from Dinosaur bones, and a necklace with a single big toe on it. The toe belonged to a enemy that was slain by Gog and a few others, it was the toe of Purika. The Demon stepped forwards, and winced for a second as he felt the sharp rocks pierce into his bare feet. Gog's razor sharp teeth bite down on his bottom lip at the sharp piercing pain. He could be hit, stabbed, shot, or whatever in combat, but stepping on something sharp like these rocks was pure torture! With every step it seemed a new blade of stone found an uncut part of his foot, but Gog soldiered on. He didn't know where he was heading, but Gog knew he had to walk. Somewhere away a volcano rumbled, the tectonic moved beneath the ground causing the Demon to stumble and land on the jagged stone. Slowly he rose to his feet again, blood dripping from his weights. "Me ain't done yet!" Gogmagog smacked his chest, the S hooks jingling as he moved his arm. "Ha! Me is gon' get ya!" Did he know if he was talking to anyone? No. Just a simple psych-up for the Demon. Back at it again, one foot in front of the others. The meters rolled by. Each time a new thing to jab into his foot, until. Something soft, well softer than the stone he was walking on! It crumbled beneath Gog's foot, the Demon looked down to see the dried grass. A welcome change for his aching feet. Gog fell to the ground, and laid on his back. "Maybe 'ere be good place to rest." And it was here that the Demon would lay, staring into the sky. Even the sky was different here, it was bright and shinning like over the other side. Here it was dark and gloomy, a think layer of volcanic smoke cover the dual suns warm rays...
Tags: Tulip WaterfieldOOC Notes: Hope this is something for you to go on, wasn't too sure how to start it!
|
|
|
Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 19, 2017 20:46:33 GMT
After learning from the Warrior Caste leader that her motorcycle caused no small amount of discomfort to the Namekian races’ sensitive ears, the woman had to move her hobby to the barren North. It’s rocky plateaus and terrible valleys made obstacles that ignited the racer in Tulip’s heart. She had figured out how to reinforce the tires to prevent them from shredding on the sharp rocks that littered the area. The woman was shooting into the valley, when a dark ichor caught her attention. Hitting the brakes and sliding to an abrupt stop, the woman thrust out the kickstand for her bike and hopped off. The short hybrid walked over to the broken rocks covered in the strange liquid, before dipping her fingers in it and smelling it. She recognized the scent; this was something from a different realm. A demon! Jogging back to her bike, the woman released the stand and gunned the engine to life, roaring in a straight line as she followed the trail of blood. She stopped four hundred feet from the massive, blue demon. His body was covered in self-inflicted wounds, weights apparently carved into his flesh. The woman winced internally, as she tried to get a feel on the demon’s strength. Her eyes widened in shock; there was something wrong. Her experience and abilities screamed at the woman she could take this tall monstrosity out of the picture in seconds; but, something deeper than that told her to try it would be the greatest folly. The woman pulled out a capsule, sealing the bike into it along with her helmet. Ensuring her ponytail was properly in place, the woman began her slow march towards the demon. As she walked, her hair ignited into a gold blaze, energy crackling in the air was the woman prepared herself mentally to fight this unknown demon. Her body was prepared for the physical battle with this giant which could only end in her victory; but, somehow, her mind was reluctant to even think of this being standing up and squaring off against her. A deeper fear that ran even further than her phobia of death. This being had been touched by something far darker than the woman, and still stood to this day. Thrusting her hand out, the woman created a golden blade. Her now-blue gaze fell on the immobile demon, as she stopped twenty meters away. “Oi! Demon! Who are you? Why are you on Namek?!”
SSJ Activated! PL - 2,314,752KP - 3/3
(OOC - Sorry about the weak starter! Looking forward to this one-sided encounter!) gogmagog
|
|
|
Post by gogmagog on Aug 20, 2017 10:33:03 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads|
Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
It first started with the sound of a bike, but Gogmagog threw that thought away, no-one would be biking out here alone! But he could still hear it, and it was getting closer.Then all of a sudden it stopped. A few seconds pasts, a few seconds of peace a quiet. Until a voice piped up. A deep rumble echoed its way up through Gogmagog's chest. The Demon slammed his fist on the ground, crushing the dried grass beneath his fist. His hand rotated and took hold of the dry soil and used it to help pull himself to an upright position, before crouching down on his knees. The weights jingling slightly with every move that he made, there wasn't much he could do to avoid the metal on metal twang. Gog's legs tensed up and his muscles stiffened as he pushed his way up to his full 7ft. It was from his standing position that Gogmagog took in the what he thought to be Sayian that was approaching, only to have them stop a few feet away. Gogmagog tilted his head sideways as he began to read her PL. Already it had soared above what Gog's could be. It was either pure cockiness, confidence or just stupidy that made the Demon ignore the PL of the little lady, after all, Gog was bigger than her so how could she hurt him? Gogmagog brought up one of his arms and ran it over the horns on his head, flicking the tip of the spike. "Oi?" Slowly Gog toke a step towards Tulip. Tulips hair exploded into the bright golden yellow. This ticked over a thought in Gogmagog's head. Subconsciously he reached for the toe that hung from his neck. This Sayian done the same thing before we killed him. "Me is called Gogmagog, ya git." The Demons club came up to rest over his shoulder as he stood stock still. It was here that Gogmagog decided to puff out his chest, and flex his muscles. Such a primitive display of size, an attempted to throw Tulip off and make her think he was stronger. With each movement of his muscles, the heavy weight dug in causing more blood to trickle from the wounds.
The Demons deep blue eyes stared down the 5ft lifefrom that approached him. A crooked smile crossed over his face, slightly hidden by the dirtied, once white beard that clung to his face. "You ain't big as tha last 'un of ya lot dat me is killed." His voice boomed in triumph. The speech was slurred and deep, as if a cockny British accent mated with a brick. The sentence was followed by a chuckle that would have been more at home coming the throat of a dismembered corpse. The throaty laugh brought up spit and phlegm only to be spat out.
"Now, what ya name git!?" The club came down into Gogmagog's hand with a clap. Gog's gazed was locked with Tulip's. The Demon daring not to show any weakness by avoiding eye contact. It'd be good to add another toe to the necklace.
|
|
|
Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 24, 2017 0:19:10 GMT
The woman felt her heart plummet to the pit of her stomach, as she witnessed the demon’s full height. He easily dwarfed the woman in size, with something huge lying on the drying grass next to him. He reached one of his blue arms up and ran his hand over the huge horns he had. He took a step forward, making the woman step back wearily in response. He reached down, grabbing something that was hung around his neck. W-wait….that’s a…toe. The thought made the woman’s insides curl, as she recalled all of her encounters with evil members of the demon race before this. All had claimed they had devoured the flesh of other sentient beings to thrive. This crude monster carried a token of that reality on his chest! The woman’s will to strike almost overcame her fear, until the object next to the demon’s side made its entrance. The huge demon brought an even larger weapon up, a crude club that looked far heavier than the woman’s largest sword. He spoke, identifying himself as Gogmagog. His voice was a much cruder, rough tone than the ‘sophisticated’ demons the woman had fought before. Maybe that’s a sign he’s not as strong as those two! I should cut him down before he has a chance to try anything! Forcing her fear down, the woman started forward, but the demon suddenly increased in size. The blood running off his body increased, making the woman wonder if it was some sort of crude defense mechanism. There was a possibility he had venom in his veins, that could injure on approach. She halted her approach, trying frantically to think of some way to assault the demon. “You ain’t big as tha last ‘un of ya lot dat me is killed.” The sheer amount of confidence in the demon’s voice made the woman shiver in response. It was a far cry from the other demons she’d battled; they had all been full of mocking words, fancy phrases, and lofty comparisons. This one was more down to the grit than the woman, and something about that chilled her to her bone. He started laughing and scared the woman more, before spitting to one side. “Now, what ya name git!?” The huge club came down into the demon’s hand with a resounding clap, waking the woman from her stupor. She struggled to form words in her numb mouth, realizing all too late that the blade she’d been clutching had fallen to the ground, as the woman took another retreating step backwards. Taking quick gasps of breath, the young hybrid muttered under her breath. “The name is Tulip. I’ve killed other demons before; you’ll just be another mark in my book.” Darting forward, the woman thrust her hand out. The blade on the ground shot upwards, finding its way into her vice-like grip. She sprinted towards the huge demon, trying to ensure she’d get the first attack. If she could just get past him and land one good attack, she could fight from there. Does he see me?
Her gaze traveled upwards, and when she locked eyes with the blue demon, her fears all reemerged with interest. Stopping her charge within striking range, the woman tried to retreat just in front of the mountainous demon. Her frantic steps didn’t work, and the woman slipped on the grass slick with his blood. Falling backwards, the woman tried to force her body to respond to her mental cues but it was slowed by her fear. The sword was discarded in the bloody grass, as the woman began crawling backwards away from the demon. I can’t die here...please, not like this. Tears were starting to dot the edges of the woman’s eyes, as she prepared to guard against whatever attack the demon threw.
|
|
|
Post by gogmagog on Aug 24, 2017 10:53:31 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads|Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
As Gogmagog moved towards Tulip, he noticed her begin a slight retreat. This only helping to fuel Gogmagog's confidence. The club continued to bounce in his hand as he awaited for the young lady to attack. The PL that he was reading from the life form must have been some enlarged number. Surely someone so powerful could crush him and would do it without hesitation. But she had stopped in her tracks. Gogmagog watched as the blade fell from her hand. "Me ain't dat bad ta look at." Gog said, a sloppy excuse for a joke. Gogmagog would continue on the slow march forward, sensing that he had the morale high ground. “The name is Tulip. I’ve killed other demons before; you’ll just be another mark in my book.” Gogmagog barely had time to roll over the sentence, for someone with his IQ it would take a few seconds to analyses what was said. Gogmagog was still fresh from the Demon Realm and such long sentences only seemed to confuse him, this was evident in his face. As he began to mouth the sentence, he notices the women dart forward and the blade float to her hand. Suddenly the lady was charging him. All the fear had disappeared. She had found a small spot of courage somewhere deep down in he gut and was using it to fuel her charge. Gog felt the adrenaline fly through his body, a feeling one would never ever want to get rid of. It was like having a bucket of water doused over you. His club was heavy, even for him and for such a small target charging it would be impossible to hit her. Instead Gog lent in with a shoulder, hoping to take the full force of the attack on there. As Gogmagog's shoulder dropped Tulip slipped on what seemed to be the blood that was oozing from the Demons wounds, maybe it wasn't such a dumb idea to have them around. She slid along the dry grass and seemed pretty much immobilized now. There it was again, the throaty chuckle. It bellowed out, much louder this time than it was last time. "'Ow'd ya do that!" The Demon continued to laugh as he took step by step moving closer to Tulip.
If he could, he'd use one foot to kick Tulips sword away from her, and then step on her with his other foot, applying his body weight to keep her still. "Now me is 'aving trouble decidin' whether ta use your 'ead for a cup, or ya toes for me necklace." Gogmagog would lean in closer, moving his face closer and closer to Tulips. Blood dripped from his wounds, and it was clear that the creature had bathed or brushed it's teeth ever.
|
|
|
Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 29, 2017 19:43:03 GMT
Tulip’s breath caught in her throat, as the Demon spoke again. His laughter afterwards filled her heart with even more dread. His huge, bloody foot lashed out, kicking away the woman’s sword. As his foot collided with the blade, it shattered into silver shards then vanished. She tried to continue her slow crawl through the dead and blood grass, but his huge foot slammed into her shoulder. She was slammed against the ground, as the demon pressed his weight down upon her. His next comment sent chills through the hybrid’s body, as her breath returned, albeit in a very rushed, desperate gasping. Her vision was becoming fuzzy, as the woman struggled to push off the gro und. Her own mind was fighting her, instead of working with her body trying to escape. Grasping at the earth, the woman felt her hold over her ki slipping. With a gasp of shock, the woman’s Super Saiyan transformation was lost. Her ki dropped in strength, though it still felt leagues stronger than the demon. But his stance, and presence, overwhelmed the truth that her body kept telling her. That she could beat this demon simply by overpowering him. My consciousness...is slipping. As Tulip’s body struggled to get oxygen through her hyperventilating, the woman’s vision was getting darker. She knew, deep inside, that if she passed out, the odds of her surviving were slim to none.
SSJ lost; shifted to Trained Potential New PL - 841,728
KP: 3/3
|
|
|
Post by gogmagog on Sept 2, 2017 10:54:43 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads|Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
This really was about to be one of the easiest kills Gog had made. Even game had put up more of a fight, at least they made him chase them down. This lady was simply floundering on the ground the very reality that death was seconds away forcing them to hyperventilate. Gog could still sense the PL though, a PL that far exceeded his, in his mind it was clear that it was just a bluff. This was simply a nobody who had challenged the wrong Demon. As he kicked the sword away it exploded into silver pieces, the shards danced reflecting what little light broke through the dark clouds above. Then a final shoe of Gog's dominance, Tulip's Sayain transformation fizzled away. The Golden hair returning to it's original colour. "Me ain't gon' kill som'thin' as worhtless as ya." Slowly the pressure of Gog's foot was lifted off Tulip and the Demon took a step back. A bloodied foot print was stainded onto the piece of clothing. "Now, get up an' give us a challenge ya dumb git!" Gogmagog ended his sentence by sending a swooping kick aimed towards Tulips stomach.
Whether the kick was successful or not, Gogmagog would take a defensive stand backwards and begin challenling his Ki. The blue wisps danced around his body and seemed to be gathering in a shapeless ball behind him. Slowly his breathing became calm, each breath was long and drawn out. His eyes remained locked onto Tulips, and his free fist curled up. It was clear that Gogmagog was charging an attack of some kind!
"Ya got till." Gog spoke through gritted teeth as his Ki challeled into his attack. "Me is done 'ere to be up an' fightin'."
|
|
|
Post by Tulip Waterfield on Sept 3, 2017 17:06:23 GMT
As the woman’s vision faded, she felt something dark building in the back of her mind. The demon’s voice was a distant grating, as she felt the evil emotions building up from within. Fear, anger, and disgust with herself for letting it get to this point were the things that overwhelmed the woman first...but under that was a much simpler emotion. Something as animalistic as it was reflex; if it dies, you don’t have to worry about it. Let your despair take control, stop thinking about the outcome...one demon, one life, one more broken being in your path won’t hurt. I’m not the monster...he is!
As the demon started charging his ki, the woman rose to her feet slowly. Dark blood slowly dripped down her black jacket, as the woman looked down at the mess she was surrounded by. A small smile crossed her lips, as she whispered something under her breath.
“So it can bleed. That means it can die.” Her ki was slowly building in strength, as broken grass and rocks began spiraling upwards around the short woman. Her emerald eyes were devoid of life, as the woman chuckled softly to herself. Sliding her feet through the bloodied, broken grass, the woman’s gaze shifted to the demon. Thrusting her hand out to one side, the woman made a fist and brought it back to her side. Her other hand traveled upwards, as the woman made a slow arc with her other arm. As her arm traveled slowly through the air, the woman continued her whispering. “To kill is the greatest crime...that’s why only the truly evil are capable of killing one another. Let’s end this, you and I, as two evils. Only one of us will walk away from here; the one with the greater evil.”
Her aura shifted to white, as a beam of light shot upwards. Her hair was a different shade from before; instead of a glowing gold, it was a whitish-blonde. The woman’s aura didn’t crackle before, as her other hand completed its circle thrust out in front of her. Clenching it in a fist, the woman stepped forward...and vanished.
The ground beside the large demon’s body exploded, cracking and shooting off to one side as something momentarily blurred through the space by his side. The ground around him began cracking and spiraling upwards, as the aura signature of the woman appeared all around him yet she remained invisible due to speed.
“Show me your evil, demon. Let’s test our edge against one another; decisively gauge whether you or I walk away from this plain in one piece.” As the dust got thicker, the woman’s voice would reach the demon’s ears. Then, the ground and dust all shot to one side, as the woman came to a stop directly behind the huge demon. Her grin was malicious, as the woman muttered.
“Ah, fuck all the pretenses. I just want to cover this entire hill in your organs. After all…” As she spoke, the woman brought her fist up. Her powerful ki parted, diverting part of its terrible might into the single hand as she prepared to slam it into the demon’s lower back. The intent was simple; to destroy his stomach with a single punch. Her grin was evil; all traces of the crying, broken girl from before were gone. Her voice was a soft, but murderous whisper as she finished her statement.
“It takes one monster to kill another, right?”
MSSJ Activated! New PL - 2,946,048
KP: 2/3, -1
Used [N1] Ki-Infused Strike for 972,195 PL Intent to Maim and Injure
gogmagog - You got a fight; have fun with it~!
|
|
|
Post by gogmagog on Sept 7, 2017 10:37:19 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads| Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
Slowly Gog's Ki pulsed and danced around in the orbs around him, as the seconds past the Demons right hand became cover in the same colour Ki. The orb behind him began to become more defined until it became clear that it was a large fist, an exact replica of Gog's fist in fact. His calm demenour hid his anger, ussualy he'd let it erupt and take control but Gog was trying to put that behind him. When anger took control he lost all sense of what he was doing, and he'd end up ignoring to use his special attacks and revert to just punching his way out. This way was better.
Gog's eyes watched Tulip as she rose from the ground. "So da git is gon' fight." Gog spoke, his mouth forming a disgusting smile. A smile that was glued on from pure over confidence. Tulip said something, something that he barely registered. "Aye? What was dat?..." His sentence trailed off as he heard the soft chuckling come from the women. His eyes met hers but he saw nothing. No fear, no anger.
Blades of grass and various other bits of debris began to float around, dancing through the air. The women began to glow white, her Ki and aura brightening the depressing landscape about them. Through it brightened it up, it didn't mean something magically good was about to happen. One of these warriors would not leave these planes.
'BANG!' The ground next to Gogmagog exploded. The dried dirt shot into the sky followed by the dust and grass that came along with it. A whirl wind of white haze circled the Demon a vortex that he was the center of. "Where'd ya get off to?" Gog asked as his head did half circles before snapping back to the other side trying to catch a glimpse of the once 'nice' little lady.
Then it stopped. First he heard the soft voice. But his attack was already charging, too cumbersome to move. It was behind him, but he was paralyzed. Is this what would kill him. Some lady that he should have clubbed when he had the chance. Then he felt it, a sharp pain in his back. This was followed by the cracking of his back. The sheer force sending the demon flying into the ground. Like a meteor crashing into the ground, dirt was forced to either side as the Demon slid along the ground collecting a mouth full of sharp rocks. All traces of his charging attack had vanished.
For a simple moment he laid still. The planes were quiet. But then it moved, using it's last amount of energy to push himself onto his back. It truly was a horrific picture. The first thing the eyes were drawn to was the stomach. The attack had force his organs to split his skin wide open. Intestines and organs were drowning in a pool of the Demons own blood. The Demons chest had been scraped to living hell along the dagger like rocks. No large amount of skin was visible without seeing a large cut through it. The hooks the demon had used for heavy weights were sticking into his body some even piercing through the bones. Half of the demons face had been torn away, veins exposed even the skull. Blood spurred from all mater of wounds. The only indication that the demon was alive was the slight rise of his chest and the beating of his heart, slightly visible through a scrape and crack through his rips.
"Ya... Beat me." The sentence was quieter than a pin falling on a sheep wool carpet. It was more a breathe than anything. Slowly the Demons eyes closed. First the patterns spiraled around inside his eyes lids, the patterns that everyone saw when they shut their eyes. Next came the the slightly dozing off only to be woken again. This isn't how I'm gonna die. The sentence played over in Gog's head. Although his body didn't show it on the outside. His eyes fluttered open and closed. The Demon was on the brink...
OOC Notes: You're just lucky I'm going easy on you
|
|
|
Post by Tulip Waterfield on Sept 9, 2017 18:40:01 GMT
MSSJ Released; SSJ reactivated
Tulip’s vision shifted, as her ki returned to it's normal golden. Her gaze drifted to the blue man, the demon who’d been oppressing her only moments earlier. Emerald eyes widening in shock, the woman saw that this ‘demon’ had the same heart, organs, and blood she herself had. The body was destroyed, mangled beyond repair. Her hand instantly went to her pocket, fumbling wildly as she pulled out her capsules. Oh my god; what have I done!? This...this demon wasn’t something I should’ve done this to. How did I…what did I do? The capsules fell through her fingers, as she fell to her knees and began searching through the labels. She finally found the one with the simple label ‘Healing’ and popped it. It released with a hiss, releasing a bag into the air. She snatched the bag as it appeared, ripping it open. A single, green bean fell from the fabric, which she caught in her fist. “I’m so sorry!” The woman nearly screamed, as she stumbled and ran forward. She looked at the demon’s body, almost getting sick as she realized she’d forced his organs out of his body. He was barely breathing, blood clearly gurgling through his lungs and lips. Pinching her lips shut, the woman began forcing his organs back into his body. It was doubtless going to be painful; the demon would probably never forget the rough doctoring. Once she was satisfied with the relative position of the organs, the woman’s gaze fell to his face. With the skin ripped aside, his face was a ghastly visage of bone and matter. It was clear he wouldn’t be able to swallow. I’m...very sorry for what I’m about to do… With that short thought, the woman brought her hand with the bean back. Locating the demon’s stomach, the young hybrid began visualizing a thin needle with ki cable. Plunging her hand down, she stabbed straight through the demon’s abdomen into his stomach. Depositing the bean within, the woman ripped her hand free of the wound. As her hand was retracted, the needle sewed the wounds shut. Despite her best attempts to minimize the wounds, the bruising showed her knowledge of demon anatomy wasn’t enough. She’d managed to seal the stomach wound with her ki cable, but the blood veins she’d cut were still bleeding into the flesh and muscle. Not horribly, but enough to cause bruising over the wound. Letting her gaze travel over his broken and destroyed body, the woman took a slow, trembling breath. Flicking the blood and stomach acid off her hand, the woman raised both hands. “I’m not sure the bean will be enough; it’ll help with the massive trauma and replenish your ki energy. But for all the lacerations and severe damage, I’ll make a temporary patch.” Recreating the ki needle and thread, the woman began suturing all the major cuts, ensuring the major blood vessels were reconnected as well. As her mind traveled over his body, marveling at his ability to cling to life despite the severe damage, she finally arrived at his face. The skin was barely healing, due to the severe nature of the wound. Licking her lips, the woman finally came to a conclusion. Sorry about this, demon. But it’s for your own good. Creating a small blade, the woman’s mind traveled across his face, ensuring she got an idea of his skin, how it was shaped, and the exact form of his brow. The senzu was still working its magic; it had only been a couple seconds since it really kicked in at this point. With a cut that surpassed sound, the woman excised a piece of flesh matching the piece that had been sheared off by friction. Placing it on the spot that had been mangled, the woman immediately began sewing it to place, ensuring the sewing was small and tight. In order to minimize the scars, despite the nature of the patch. Removing a piece of her tanktop, the woman began creating a patch for his leg. Hopefully...this is enough to get you through, you big monster. I hate you...but only evil can kill. A hero endures and ensures his opponents are beaten. Rising from the ground, and pulling her jacket shut, the woman let her SSJ disperse. Leaving the barely conscious, patched-up demon behind, the woman walked over and gathered her capsules. The blue-blood staining her hands was forgotten in her dismal thoughts, as the young hybrid strolled out of the valley, leaving Gog the demon behind.
PL - 2,314,752
KP: 3/3, +1
[UT] Weapon Materialization used to create needle and thread Spent 1 Senzu in order to reenact Trauma Center DBZ-style
|
|
|
Post by gogmagog on Sept 12, 2017 9:15:43 GMT
|A Butting Of Heads| Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 22,512 Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl | PL Multipliers: Makyo Star x8
Gogmagog was motionless. For all he knew Tulip would come around and slit his thoat, or drive a weapon through his heart. The sounds around him were muffled as his world kept sinking in. His body seemed to be numb, or the pain was too much that his mind had shut down. It felt like an etenrity he sat in limbo, seasawing between living and dead.
Then he felt something. It felt like the worst stomach ache ever. Organs were shifted about and forced back into place. Perhaps this help Gog return from the brink, with each move of the organs the pain recepters in his body flared. The Demons winced in pain and his muscles pulsed. Blood would oozed from the wound, soaking into the ground below them. There was nothing he could do but accept his fate. Was this a torture of some kind? Was she toying with him?
A sharp pain brought a shout from Gogmagog's mouth as a needle forced it's way into his gut, only to be followed by a number of smaller pains and what felt like something moving through the muscle and organs. Slowly Gogmagog was stitched up. He could feel his energy returning due to the bean. Mercy was something that had never been shown to Gogmagog before. He'd been beaten to a pulp many times but never had his enemy stopped and asisted in returning him back to full health.
Gogmagog laid still, even as Tulip got up to take her leave. By now the bean had restored most of his PL, but the pain was still around. Blood seaped from the wounds, instead of a gushing stream like it was moments before. Through half open eyes he watched as Tulip walked away. Still marveling at the compassion that some people had. When Tulip was far gone, The Demons slowly rose to it's feet, wincing as every inch of his body hurt. Gog dropped to his knee and removed the tanktop fragment that clung to his leg and wrapped it around his arm. "You is not gon' regret 'elpin' me." Gogmagog muttered under his breath as he began his march back to Castle Mazoku.
OOC Notes: Exiting taking PL w/ HW bonus.
|
|
Queen Habana
Moderator
Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374
|
Post by Queen Habana on Sept 23, 2017 23:09:38 GMT
Tulip | WC: 2681 | PL Gains: 3016 | New PL: 241,368 Gogmagog | WC: 2903 | PL Gains: 4645 | New PL: 22,833
|
|