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Post by Mammon on Oct 14, 2017 0:34:20 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |
Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696
GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18)
I have stung, been stung, and will be stung. For It is my nature said the scorpion. It had all gone to hell in a handbasket, they were gonna rock this world like dynamite, but Dan had enough, and Kaza was nowhere to be seen, he looked down and didn’t see a world he saw a rope, he made the first knot and slipped it through another and tied it, now he only needed to hang it. It was gonna be a firework, a wet one, over in a second and with maybe a ‘Wow, wasn’t that neat. Now about lunch’.He kicked the chair and choked. He looked down at the city, so many people each with their own histories and experiences, each unique in some way, it was time to go down in history the third page of the local newspaper, and give them an experience they were likely to forget.‘Cool, one-liner?’ he opened the show with a bang firing down at the city, beams of flickering flame popping and sizzling in the air, tearing out neat chunks out of buildings and leaving blackened scorch marks. ‘Nah’.The first voice, the first series of questions ‘who, what, why’ the usual suspects. Who: it was the Mazoku, or how the current trend would spin it. What: a demon. Why: Because he had to. To say the first retaliation didn’t go well would be an understatement, he made clean and quick work of it, breaking one over his knee like a sentient stick, the other through the eye’s with two fingers like a deadly Three Stooges routine, the third a smack to the head that didn’t so much cave it in but liquified it. All the while saying nothing. He had to admire them as they came at him in their ones and twos. The scraps, everyone who wasn’t big enough to go to Namek, even tho they had never spoken one word beyond screams he felt a certain kinship with them, the least of the least fighting a futile battle that would end soon enough because they had to. Locked in mortal combat they were closer than lovers, sharing a bond only two people trying to kill each other could understand. He loved them, he thought to himself as he wiped the blood from his hand’s.One, two, three, four. Like slipping on an old familiar coat, with that hole that was patched over with the slightly different colored fabric, with that extra pocket sewed in on the inside, a place to put things. He turned out his pockets and got changed, his body expanded and fat red welts formed and swirled in tiny intricate patterns, before going hard and drying the ugly red of day old blood. Gone was Mammon here stood the Destruction King. The tone had changed from the introduction, here was the conflict, now where was the hero on the white horse ready to deliver the resolution. He took in a breath and began to gather power, letting it fill his limbs and set them on fire. Self destruction - "It's my Nature", said the Scorpion...
KP: 0/3 ➣ Charging Demonic special (x5): 3,872,625 %100 -> %200
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Post by Majin Kaza on Oct 14, 2017 23:57:43 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |Kaza's PL: 280,680
Kaza's current PL: 4,490,880/5,613,600
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20)
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The streets of Vegeta stirred in panic. A demon set loose on the populace, intent to destroy the planet, along with everything on it. Brave soldiers flung themselves at him relentlessly, yet all failed. One by one they fell and died to this beast, and moral was quickly dropping. But little did they know that Mammon wasn't the only demon they would have to fend off. No...
Something much worse was on its way.
A hushed pod hissed through the atmosphere, headed straight toward Vegeta's mighty Cacumber Capital, carrying with it someone all too eager to see the populace again. An eery silence cloaked the pod, both inside and out, two blackened orbs staring outside of the red-hinted glass pane, focused onto the city and it alone. ''Home...''
Her lips twitched in protest. ''As if.'' She croaked in a corrupted tone. Her fingers clawed at her armrests, eagerly digging themselves into the metal, shaking in pure malice. The closer the red planet got, the more she felt it. Hate. Down to her very core, all she felt was an uncontrollable urge to kill and destroy in the name of revenge. These were the people that robbed her of her happiness; Her hope for the future...Her very life.
''This world will burn...'' And now she would rob them of theirs.
[LANDING IN 3...2...]
Kaza's eyes shot open with dark vigor. With only a slight release of her Ki, the door to her pod blasted open, the noise of surging winds surrounding her all around as pitch-black flamed oozed from her body, tearing at the inside of the spacepod. [...1.]
In a sudden burst, Kaza exited the pod, but not before digging a hand into the tight metal exterior. A wicked grin was spread on her face as she reeled backwards, before hurling the pod itself at the Saiyan Command Centre. The building crumbled and fell under the intense pressure, possibly taking with it hundreds of 'innocent' lives. For a brief moment, Kaza looked on at the destruction she caused...All she could do was smile.
''If only I could see the fear in their eyes...''
Her eyes wandered downwards, to a small apartment complex that seemed to catch her eye. The sight of it made her eyes widen, if only slightly. The Majin hesitated for a moment, yet her curiosity got the better of her. Ignorant to the masses of Saiyan forces storming out of the barracks to track her down, she slowly floated downwards and landed on the outer balcony of the third floor. Kaza's eyes were those of disbelief- familiarity. She knew this place...And each of her steps on the concrete floor brought her closer to what sparked this curiosity.
Kaza came to a halt at one particular door. ''Two-seven-three B...'' She let out softly as her eyes traveled to the apartment's number. ''...'' Her breath was shaky. Even though she came here with the intent to destroy all of it...This place spoke to her, tugged at her very soul. An inkling of doubt blemished her soul as she turned the knob, nostalgia filling her corrupted mind.
Old and dusted, not used in months. Clothes were sprawled around the place, her clothes. Her jaw clamped, pursed lips struggling to contain all of sorts of emotions. She passed a mannequin that wore her old armor on her way to her workplace, a small room with a workbench and a small desk. With every step Kaza slouched more and more, being reminded by the life she used to live. One of pride...One of glory...
One of blissful ignorance.
She silently slid open a drawer. Among tools and pencils were sheets of paper- an old notebook. Kaza took hold of it, for a moment hesitating to pull it out. Her thumb stroked the aged paper, the pain she felt only further fueling her frustration. Shouts and screams came from outside, the Saiyan forces had found her.
''STEP OUT, WE'VE GOT YOU SURROUNDED!''
''SURRENDER NOW OR DIE!''
''THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND FINAL WARNING!''
Yet she did not listen. As if her mind was shut out from the world itself, Kaza calmly flipped the pages of the notebook, her face cold and stern- hiding the sadness she felt. The notes told of old projects, missions, patrols she went on...People she sparred with. She used to be so proud, so successful...So happy.
The Saiyan forced continued to scream as she flipped another page, revealing something that was snuck between the pages itself. A plastic sheet escaped from the notebook, catching Kaza's eye as it twirled through the air, before finally skidding to a stop on the floor.
A picture...One of Kaza's graduation at the Saiyan Academy.
No longer was she able to suppress her emotions.
Her stern face cracked, mind fading back to reality. Loud yelling, explosions, screaming. Chaos and destruction ravaged the vicinity as she was faced with her past. Kaza's lips trembled involuntarily, taunted by her own accomplished self. A life she rejected because she felt unloved. Yet in that moment...For just one moment, her mind asked her something.
'Was your choice the right one?'
A cold shiver coursed through her body, hands clamping down into tight fists. Her eyes twitched frustratedly, trying to fight back a single tear that streamed down her cheek. A spark of her Ki jumped toward the photograph, burning it inside of its pitch-black embers.
The last thing she wanted was to be taunted by her past. The very reason she wanted to burn down Vegeta was to forget her past...! The anger only tore at her more and more now, unable to fight back the bitter memories. Black flamed arose out of thin air and covered her entire body. Kaza sobbed in bitter agony, her own destructive Ki burning down the very home she spent so long in.
By now the Saiyan Forced had enough. The walls and windows were breached, with recruits storming the insides of the apartment and surrounding Kaza amongst the black inferno. ''Alright you piece of shit, you'll regret attacking the mighty Saiyan Empi-UUA-hhG!'' In an instant, the Saiyan's words were silenced as a thick magical grip tightened around his neck. ''Shut up...'' Kaza croaked weakly.
The Majin's grip tightened, and so did the grip. Without any effort, the Saiyan's throat folded in on itself, silencing him forever with a loud snap. ''Stop it...STOP...IT...!'' Her body trembled, arms gripping at her hood as her breathing became shaky. The black flames roared out from her body, consuming the rest of the Saiyans that desperately stood against her. Their screams were silenced, their bodies quickly reduced to ash.
''And now the rest...'' Her voice held a demonic hint as she freed her body. Her back arched, hugely widened, black eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her mouth opened into an unnerving, croaky breath as the building around her crumbled. The Majin began levitating, swinging her body forward again as her widened, soulless eyes stared deeply at the city below. Deep, darkened Ki ravaged around her body, eagerly twitching at the thought of its destruction.
No longer would she be haunted by her past. All of her memories would buried today, along with the rest of this unforgiving, sad place. No longer could she continue, knowing a better life awaited her...
A final tear fell from her face, before she aimed at the planet itself.
''This world shall feel my pain...''
Kaza has arrived, and is aiming to destroy the planet.
[SU3]Super Power Charging used, now at 100%, next turn 200%!
TAGS: Mammon
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 15, 2017 0:53:53 GMT
The darkness in the air swirled, bringing a great and terrible omen on its back. Cacumber Capital buckled from the might threatening its illustrious structures forged by blood and war, and, despite its denizens attempts to save it, they hadn't the power. Their leaders were gone in this time of need, fighting a war that could have been avoided. Hope was gone, truly, and all the proud Saiyan people could do was stand and watch, awaiting the end from a pair of foes much too strong for them... "SUNLIGHT OVERDRIVE!" The shout came from across the skyline, and with it, a ray of blinding light. It forced the citizens and soldiers below to shut their eyes, and surely, it would do the same to Kaza in mere moments. Focus on her Ki presumed to be lost, the wielder of this ray of pure sunlight would dart through the air, fist thrust forward to slam into the Majin's cheek. Should the attack land cleanly, Kaza would be sent careening through the air, and as the sunlight fizzled, her challenger's visage would reveal itself. Hovering in the air was the former Kami of Earth, and the famous Meddler in All Things Villainous: Bing Gan. Electricity danced across his body, and the blue cloak covering his Serpent School Gi fluttered in the wind. The grey-haired, green-clad martial artist cracked his knuckles as he glanced toward Kaza's ally; a Demon who Bing could swear he'd met before. "I might not like every Saiyan out there, but I made a promise to keep this planet safe. I'm not about to break that promise for a bunch of vile thrill-seekers like you."For a moment, he waited. Chai's Ki was fast-approaching, so this battle would not be one of outmatched numbers. Despite being confident in their chances at victory, something still bothered the Serpent Master. Maybe it was the way the enemies Ki felt, or the location their battle took place in, but it put Bing on edge. This was the first time since Kanassa that he'd be fighting-- truly fighting-- to protect something. "We can’t weave wishes with words. We make fate with our fists."The Premier's words echoed in Bing's mind, and a serious scowl settled in on his features. This is what he was born to do. To right wrongs, no matter what. Anyone could pose a threat to peace if their heart was dark enough. It was something he had always known, but lost sight of after his encounter with cyborgification. He just hoped Habana's heart had some light in it, or else this promise may have been a bad one to keep. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I can tell just by looking at you that you're not the type to cooperate, so we can skip the monologues if you just wanna get to the fun part."He bent down, right arm held above his head while the other came close to his chest. His hands pointed out like the tips of daggers, and a surge of Ki exploded around him. His ghostly white aura burned and swirled, acting as a shining beacon of hope in this den of demons.
Thread PL: 364,829 | Spiritual Ascension (x23) Active. Current PL: 8,391,067! Used [SU1] Sunlight Overdrive on Majin Kaza ! 100% Stunning Power for a stun potential of: 8,391,067! KP: 2/3 |
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Post by Chai on Oct 15, 2017 1:47:59 GMT
| ILLEGAL, IMMORAL, AND FATTENING |
| == CHAI'S PL == 142,266 Base 2,276,256 PL Active |
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | TRANSFORMATIONS: x16 - Convalescence |
Vegeta burned like a temper, as if the leaping flames had a terrible anger toward the living world. In a way, perhaps they did. The fire moved faster than a person can run, though of course the hardened saiyans stand a strong chance, moving swiftly as they do. It was a ghastly orange grin, tearing through the crimson city without remorse. The ground shook with fear, facing its greatest challenge yet. The saiyan leaders were off fighting their own battle on Planet Namek. Was there truly any hope, any ember that could hold it’s own candle to this new threat? Who could possibly hope for, and go out of their way to save the unworthy?
Well, there was one.
One with an awful lot of hope for a distant Earthling.
Chai Schala, the frail fighter from another world, had been quickly notified by his newest and rather ironic teacher, Bing, about an imminent threat on Vegeta. Powers had began to fester like mice, preparing attacks that shook the entire planet. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher malicious intent as the energies of dozens and dozens of saiyans and their allies dipped. Being the good man he was, Chai agreed to come with his friend as soon as he got the call.
The zoan tapped the armrest of his spacepod anxiously with a finger, biting his lip. Something within whispered wearily that this battle was not going to be easy- even if Chai’s intent to brawl was more or less diminishing. Of course he’d try to talk things out with the intruders. Doubt continued to sulk in his mind, however. Would he really just be wasting his time taking hits and talking, when he could be saving more lives by using his fists? Chai huffed, running a hand down his face as the red planet approached through his pod’s tinted window. He could already sense Bing’s energy on the planet, strong as ever. Two more notable, malicious energies festered. The stronger one, Chai had never encountered. The weaker of the two seemed somewhat familiar, though…
The goat shook his head, brushing it off for now. “No…” He murmured, eyes narrowing with determination. Talking with his fists wouldn’t save his enemies. Wouldn’t these poor souls already angry enough to attack the planet, only continue with their rampage and suffer more if Chai just decked them in the face? Not just the many residents on the red realm were on the lifeline, after all. Chai clenched his fists, focusing intently on the energy of his opposition. He hadn’t felt a power this malicious, this lost and tortured in a very long time. The zoan’s eyes closed, heart pounding in fear of the unknown. Last time a situation as dire as this rised up, he…
Chai’s past continued to mock him and his incompetence, even a year later. The zoan shook his head. He couldn’t get lost in his thoughts again now- he had people to help or even save, right?
[You have arrived on PLANET VEGETA, passenger CHAI SCHALA. Enjoy your stay!] A robotic voice echoed as the zoan’s old spacepod rumbled. [Breaching planetary atmosphere in Three… Two…] The voice was suddenly licked with static, lights flickering on and off in the old spacepod. Chai quickly grabbed hold of his armrests, double checking to make sure he was wearing his seatbelt. Perhaps he shouldn’t have took such a rickety pod to Vegeta, even with the time constraint. [...One.]
Chai raised his arms, the pod caving in and tearing against his form. If he hadn’t quickly powered up to his Crimson Striker State, the goat would have suffered much more severe injuries. Already, a group of saiyans had began to swirl around his point of impact in the streets. One of the monkeymen pointed his hand forward at the smoke while others stared on with weary uncertainty. “Alright, scum!” The saiyan began. “You leave our planet and our people alone, or else, you pathetic demon--” By the time the smoke began to clear, the zoanthrope was standing right in front of the saiyan, who lurched back in shock.
The zoanthrope took a few steps back also, holding out his arms and dropping his energy. “I-It’s okay! I’m on your side, friend. Name’s Chai-- I’m an Earthling.” The animal man introduced himself with a smile, earning some murmurs from the crowd. “But in all seriousness… W-what is…” Chai tore his attention away from the crowd, his voice dipping into silence as his eyes laid upon the fire coursing across the red lands. He could see a rough figure blasting the scenery- with the next strike to the land, Chai would flinch and take a step back. For a moment, his vision swirled, the scarlet wastes of Vegeta replaced with his own home…
It was at this point Chai considered going to therapy sometime.
The illusion didn’t fade quickly this time. The crowd’s faces were replaced with those of his passed friends from his home universe, though his blurred vision could only barely make them out. Chai gripped his head, shaking it to and fro. “No! Stop thinking about this, moron! It’s bad…! It made you--!” He slowly opened his eyes as more memories began to flash. Most were negative in this all-too-familiar fight. But, a few pierced the thick darkness enveloping the zoanthrope’s mind.
He remembered his good times with Collan and Rafar. He remembered meeting the Crimson Strikers, and the ember of hope his life now held thanks to everyone in this world. He had Bing, he had Vi-Poi, he had Nova, Pracross, and Jican! “...It made you.” Chai repeated, eyes widening. He raised his head as the world began to fade back to normal. On the other side of this dark tunnel that was Chai’s life was light-- light he had been holding onto for far too long. There was hope. He was that hope- the hope for his world, and this one.
Chai couldn’t help but to smile, a few stray tears trickling down his face, coupled with an odd, steady rise in power. No more did he try and push back and hide the bad times, or the good. If they hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be who he was today. And if Chai was anything but himself now, then, well, how’d he ever hope to save his world, and save his enemies? “Heheheh...“ The goat snickered as the saiyans stared on at the possibly crazy earthling. Why was he scared of this, again? What happened, had happened. And yeah, it sucked at first. But now, Chai couldn’t ask for a better life- even with all his personal faults, insecurities, and fears. No matter what, he was Chai- a zoanthrope with a story just as detailed as everyone else, shining with a light unlike any other.
A single eye opened wide, now glistening with a ghostly white aura.
“Listen. I need you, your friends, and family to get off this planet in case of the worst.” Chai held his arms out to his side as white splotches of fur shifted to a darker hue. “But don’t worry...” He smiled, the other eye opening. Where once an empty socket stood was another, whitened eye, coupled with the goat’s signature, hopeful smile. Finally, Chai was on his way to convalescence. “I’ll save everyone.”
“...What’s gotten into you--” The saiyan began, only to fall back when the powered-up Chai took off into the air, a white aura surrounding his body. With new speed and power, Chai quickly flew inbound to his friend, and soon-to-be “enemies.”
“Howdy!” A voice would soon chime from behind the triad of warriors. Chai hovered beside Bing, letting his new power flow in full. Much like his mentor, Chai was also garbed in the Serpent Dogi- his somewhat charred from his pod’s rough landing, also featuring a long-sleeved black undershirt and an empty sheath wrapped around his back. The ever so snarky and quick-to-anger Guardia was best left at home to hold down the fort.
Chai glanced towards his friend, biting his lip. Bing sure wasn’t in the mood for talk this time around. Unlike his ally, no aura or attack bellowed from the goat’s form. He floated towards his enemies, stopping a few meters away from the two. “So, uh… You two must be awful upset if you’re angry enough to attack and… I assume destroy this planet?” Chai shrugged with a meek smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t monkey around with you two much.” Chai pointed a finger-gun with a quick pun.
Shaking his head, he’d follow his words and get straight to the point. “Maybe it’s revenge driving you to hurt? Justice, perhaps?” He put a hand to his chin, eyes narrowing with curiosity at the majin in particular. “...But whatever it is, I’d like to understand. Maybe we can get along?”
“There’s hope in these cruel worlds-- even if you don’t think so.” A hand was extended forwards with a kind smile.
“Will you let me show you?”
OOC NOTES: Chai, you know the answer to that question damn well already.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 15, 2017 3:55:06 GMT
(Thread Pl: 190,025)
(Beginning of Post Current Pl: Suppressed)
Unknown to Chai and Bing, a figure cloaked from the light of the stars had been trailing them. It had been following them since they had suddenly left from Earth to space without much word travelling around. They must've thought that they were travelling off world on their own to go somewhere else in this vast universe! In the midst of their slow travel, this lone figure, carrying a person inside, had determined the destination they each shared: Vegeta.
"These two idiots," the passenger thought to himself, "Hadn't they learned not to mess around with the damn SSE? Just what do they think they're doing going here without a damn word to anyone?"
The passenger tapped at the keys in his panel, while vocalizing, "Engage warp drive and wake me up when we arrive at Vegeta."
"Acknowledged. Engaging warp."
A bright light would shine from the cloaked ship before wisping past their ships without their knowledge! The hours passed and soon, the ship would beep and prod the passenger awake with a skinny prong. He groaned a bit, rubbing his eyes of any of the sandman's dust and stared out the window of this figure.
"We have arrived at Planet Vegeta. Shall I bring us down to Cacumber Capital?"
The passenger rubbed his chin, feeling a disturbing, yet familiar presence upon the planet. He ordered, "No. Take us down somewhere outside the city. Something doesn't seem right."
"Acknowledged."
Without anymore talk, the cloaked figure rocketed down to the surface to what looked like mountains several miles away from the city. It'd decloak, revealing itself to be a heavily modified spacepod as it came to a safe landing upon the planet! Upon determining that they came to a stop, the door hissed and opened, as the pod greeted its passenger and owner, "Welcome to Planet Vegeta, Pieter Wolfbane. This pod shall become capsulized once you have exited it."
"Acknowledged," Pieter responded back, stepping out and turning to the pod, seeing it become a capsule simply numbered, 'M3.' He pocketed it in his pants, not having a bit of issue with the increased gravity of this planet! He muttered, while sprinting as fast as he could, "Let's find out what we'll be dealing with before they go do something stupid..!"
Because Pieter wasn't too far out, it'd only take him minutes to get to the Capital on foot without so much as letting his power go out of check! He'd arrive at the outer rim of the city, in a very shoddy looking district with an open bazaar. He made his way through the crowds, nothing having happened yet here. However, he could hear explosions, followed by a stampede of feet! Pieter ducked into an alleyway, letting the frantic crowds run and shout about the Mazoku Dominion attacking them. Those who were too weak took the cowards way and fled like those fleeing. Others sprinted and flew to engage, their pride getting the best of them!
"Mazoku Dominion guys," Pieter questioned, before sprinting from alley to alley as he got closer, "So that's why they're coming here? Didn't they come here and fight with them-"
The presences of Bing, Chai, and another, just as powerful as Bing from what Pieter could tell, arrived! Bing's energy bloomed over some nearby apartment buildings, so Pieter took his chance to dip into the closest alleyway to see what was going on. He cursed himself for not getting here sooner, wanting to have scoped the scene out before they got here so they could plan, but he'd get over it and start thinking of a plan. He looked at the two that were already creating the destruction with their immense power, one Pieter realized was that damn horned guy he met before meeting Presto! The other, in some sort of ironic twist to Pieter, was a purple Majin girl. Between the two, it was clear that this one was the stronger one!
"Alright, it looks like Bing can probably handle that one," Pieter thought to himself, rubbing his chin while looking up from the dark alleyway out of their sight, "But at the same time, Chai and Guardia should be able to hang together and... Where's Guardia?"[/font]
The hunter's face became concerned quickly, looking around Chai, and then towards some of the buildings and alleyways around, thinking he might be hiding something while Chai did some weirdly friendly gesture to the two.
"He's not here... Shit, he's not here! What the hell are you doing, Chai?!"
He had to react to this! There was no time to hide and analyze...
"Graaaah!"
An enormous pressure billowed up from the alleyway, blowing away the buildings as Pieter roared with his hair turning golden! It was so potent and direct, towards the horned man that started this. The presence of a predator to its prey was being made clear, that predator's presence doubling in size to terrifyingly stun it! This was no playzone, no friendly area... This was hunting grounds and Pieter was declaring that with his sudden appearance.
"Subdue now, Chai! Don't be coi," Pieter commanded fiercely.
(Pieter has arrived before the others to Planet Vegeta, but not to the fighting area. He engages in a primal Karingan Warcry, right as he enters MSSJ (x14) to stun Mammon and stop that charging ability! Reinforcements have arrived..!)
(End of Post current PL: 2,660,350)
(Karingan Warcry (SU2 Stun) PL at Mammon: 5,320,700)
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 15, 2017 5:49:14 GMT
[Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening]
Thread PL: 11,216 Heavy Weight OFF!: 11,216 Suppressed to: 5
Bonuses: DE Bonus
"Dammit dammit dammit DAMMIT DAMMIT!"
Pracross typed furiously on the pod's consoles, once again failing to preform it's actions as it hurdled to the soils of Vegeta. Why did he think it was a good idea to use the same damned pod he crash landed into a mountain?! "Computer, repair landing gear and engine!" Shouted the boy, his tone growing shaken as he force of the pod was rising, plummeting to the intensified gravity of Vegeta.
"Error! Error! Functions Unavailable! Please see a mechanic!""You tell me this NOW?!" the Saiyan boy grabbed his head and took long, deep breaths. Now was not the time to panic, now was the time to be calm, think about it like this! Your on your way home to see Mom after not seeing her for so long! She's just... on a Planet where a freaky demon is attempting to blow everyone up, so you have to punch a few faces! The boy's laugh that proceeded was sad and negative compared to all of the other times he'd done it... His training sessions with Gira and Dango... His meeting with Xanara, Articho, Pieter and Mizuna... The friendly spars with Jican and Chai... All of them, so fun yet so defeated in every moment he failed to keep up, all while laughing with a heart-felt smile... Now he was laughing with heart sank down in his chest and tears in his eyes.
His Saiyan Pride was minuscule but that wasn't going to stop him from trying...
As the pod made it's quick and not so subtle fall to the planet, he felt the pressure of the job he'd force on himself. When Chai had called him saying that he'd be away on Vegeta to handle a demon, Pracross just couldn't help but feel that this was his calling. He needed to get to Vegeta and help Chai, even if it meant his death! Vegeta was in danger and The Horosha was en route to the start of a deadly fight. God, why did he have to pick up the call? He could've stayed on Earth and not worried, not cared about the other Saiyans! So why did he do? Chai didn't ask him, the only person who prolonged him is Death, quite evident before him.
Pracross woke from his hellish mind when multiple voices called out to him. No, wait, that's just one... who...? "Pracross?! Dammit, kid, wake up!" Tempest hit the boy in the neck, not hurting as much since the Scythe was in it's travel form. The Demon grunted as the boy jolted up and looked out the window. "How far?" spoke the Saiyan teen, gripping his seat, the sound of a failing alarms going off through the speakers. "Two minutes, according to the fail safe." The demon forced his way into a slot in the door of the pod while Pracross sat up and started typing again. "Fail safe..." he repeated, "Fail safe? Wait, Fail safe, that's it!"
The Saiyan typed in furiously, so fast that'd he'd bring Capper Hofferson to shame. He entered commands, desperately trying to activate the fail safe's engine, not finding the proper entry for it's activation. "Come on, baby, please..." He desperately mumbled as he entered one last command that activated a sound in the engine. The sound of activation...! The engine's successfully started to rumble, moments before the crash would've definitely be painful, as the jets at the back of the pod activated and made to ship stable, bringing it down quickly before hitting the ground, totaling the ship.
The Outskirts of Cacumber City...The only sound mustered from the Saiyan was a long, strained groan. After laying in the sea of white lights for a couple of seconds, Pracross came to his sense and sat up (or straightened up, since he was laying) once more and reared his foot back, taking a deep breath and kicking open the door of the pod. The teen unbuckled himself and crawled out of the pod. "Tempest...? Tempest? Where are ya, buddy?" choked the Saiyan as he held his chest. Going from no gravity to all gravity was quite the experience, but it didn't take him long to recover. He was, after all, in familiar territory, though the city was not as pleasant as it had been when he left. Rubble was thrown about, a skyscraper had fallen, and... all the bodies... This, for any person, was unforgivable...
"Pracross, I'm in here, you twit! Move your damned foot!" The Scythe shouted at the boy, who was standing on top of the door with all of his depressed weight. "Oh, sorry about that!" Pracross jumped off of the door and reached down to pick up the stick from the door. "Well, we're here, time to get to work." The Scythe converted from it's travel form and into it's basic scythe form, blade out and six feet long. The Demon was right, if there were any time to help, it'd be now, where the beam of glowing golden energy was, most likely.
With a jolt of speed, the so-called fastest Saiyan arrived in an instant to the place of a battle between a caped Bing and a strange, black topped Chai, A glowing, golden haired Pieter, and a purple Majin he'd never seen before. Pracross appeared behind a building near the gathering with fists clenched. He couldn't tell who this lady was, but if she was enough that there needed to be a Super Saiyan, a beefier Goat, and a Super... Human? that he'd better stay unseen, yet he needed the attention of the Goat.
"What are you doing, the enemy is right there!" Tempest whispered as the Saiyan picked up a rock and looked at the Zoanthrope. "Take a look, Tempest! They're all powered up and ready to fight this guy as max potential... If I show myself that's going to be my end so... I hope this doesn't draw more attention than need be..." Pracross tossed the rock up and caught it in his hand, then threw it at the Goat's back with enough force to make him noticeable without actually hurting the black topped beast. If the throw got more attention than it needed, this would most likely become a suicide mission...
OOC: *Inhale* ... AAAAAAAAA- Tags: Pracross Yendatta > Mammon > Majin Kaza > Bing Gan > Chai > Pieter Wolfbane |
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Post by Mammon on Oct 15, 2017 6:02:40 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening | Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696 GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18)
It was going off like the 4th of July, the fireworks lighting up the sky in peals of light and sound, there was a lot of screaming, it just wasn’t about how pretty they were. They had finally arrived, about damn time. First, there was the ever impressive elasto girl Kaza, be amazed, and awed by how far this woman can stretch, touch her toes, do the splits! And rip you in half, which was reverse stretching of a kind, stretch you till you snap.
And then there was hero number one enter stage left, shining like heaven’s own host, he had to shield his eyes from the approaching night light. At least they were serious by sending one of the big guns, he closed his eye’s and felt the cold barrel of the gun in his mind’s eye and heard the ‘click’, before opening them and sucking in a deep breath. ‘Atmospheric’.
“Vile thrill-seekers like you. God, I’m touched, really I am. No one has ever called me something so nice.”
The air around him was starting to boil and shimmer, like a hot day you can sometimes see water in the distance, that’s called a mirage, it's a visual illusion that comes from- oh you get the point it was hot around him. The first tongue of fire reared up like a many-headed serpent proclaiming its challenge with a crackling hiss.
“Skip the monologues, what’s the point of fighting if we can’t force our opinions down people's throats metaphorically and literally.”
And then there was this asshole, Ghundi over there offering out a hand like a mug of hot chocolate and some soothing words could make all this better, like he could raise the dead with a smile and some can do attitude, his wings folded around him like an ugly raincoat, his form only vaguely visible under the membranous surface. “Well, since you put it like that.” he reached out to take the hand of peace, if he got one hand around his he’d bring himself forward trying to pull him off his feet and towards the flat of his forehead, trying to headbutt the well-meaning negotiator. “No, Chai. I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
“So why don’t you climb back into your ship and go back to earth, I’d really hate to have to kill you.”
He made a quick gesture forming an O with one hand and extended a finger on the opposite hand and joined them in the middle, sliding it into the circle before pulling it out and repeating the gesture. “That’s your little talking sword, unless you want to be closer ‘friends’ than you ever have been, turn back now, or perish all ye hope ye who enter.” he gave the dynamic duo a thin smile his lip’s raising to reveal a set of sharp teeth that didn’t so much as reflect cruel mirth it oozed it, in fact, there was a green bubble that popped and that was a mirth bubble. “And I mean that in all its clever little implications.”
“You’re not gonna leave are you, no. Didn’t think so. You heroes have that thing called, bravery, self-sacrifice, hope, brain damage. That’s the one I was thinking of, you have brain damage. But if you wanna offer a shoulder to cry on who would I be to turn that down.”
He held out a hand and a ball formed on the center of his palm, it went through the color gradient changing from blue to red to green in quick succession, before coming to stop at a bruised purple. “You see not everyone has had the same advantages as you.” and the ball swirled with shadows taking form in two figures one small and one bigger, it played out in silhouettes the bigger of the two fell on the smaller one, and then it changed the same bruised and battered figure fell on a smaller figure, it got smaller and smaller until there was nothing. “For some of us, it's just how it is, how the script was written. Could you see me working a job in an office block, raising a family, going bowling on the weekends?” he paused the levity leaving his voice leaving it cold and sad like winter tear. “No, me neither.”
He clenched his fist crushing the sphere. “So, let's kill each other like civilized folks.”
It hit him in a landslide, the cold shiver washed down his back like he had just participated in the ice bucket challenge and found out the water had been swapped out with scorpions, his charging halted and he looked back, another nightlight of a hero was here to save the day. Great, they were like ants.
KP: 3/3➣ Charging Demonic special (x5): 3,872,625 %100 -> Canceled
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Post by Majin Kaza on Oct 15, 2017 10:56:42 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |Kaza's PL: 280,680
Kaza's current PL: 4,490,880/5,613,600 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20
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Delusions of flame and destruction spread out for miles on end was a nice sight to think about, but in the end she forgot something. Whenever she attacked, no matter the place or time, no matter her intention- there was ALWAYS someone ready to meddle in her affairs.
The bright flash of light invaded her sight out of thin air, making the Majin flinch and growl something twisted. Her body cringed, the black inferno of her aura quickly subduing as she tried to regain her composure. Yet when she was just about to open her eyes again...
'WHAP!'
A large, powerful boom echoed throughout the city skyline, lightning cracked through the chaos that was Vegeta. For a moment all the rampant panic seemed to cease, eyes looking up from around the entire city as they gazed at their savior. Kaza quickly regained her balance mid-air by a quick backflip, eyes enlargened with utter spiteful annoyance.
Her teeth were visible in an animalistic snarl, quickly wiping the stinging bruise with the sleeve of her cloak. ''...I should've figured the Peace Brigade would show up...'' Kaza let out in a darkened hush, eyes fixated on the powerful...Earthling? Oh, well wasn't this just bloody interesting?
Her body levitated closer to Mammon's, still quite a distance away from him, but enough to show that 'We're totally on the same side here'. Kaza let out a malicious scoff at the Earthling's words, yet the Demon was way quicker to reply with that oh-so lovely sarcasm of his.
''...If you think I'm here only to get my fucking rocks off by genociding this pathetic bunch, you couldn't be more wrong.'' She stated in a cold, confident tone. In reality he wasn't entirely wrong, as mass-genocide sure as hell did have a good feeling of excstasy attached to it...But it wasn't as easy as that. Mammon was quick to announce that explanations weren't necessary, yet Kaza shot him a quick glance at that moment.
But before Kaza could do so much as speak, more and more of the Peace Brigade poured into the battle...
Some delusional goat-fuck and a Saiyan that decided to show up in his cosplay outfit. Apathetically she watched on as the goat, 'Chai', stated the complete obvious and topped it all off with a pun that made her want to kill herself right then and there.
The Majin moved two hand together, and slowly clapped as her cold, hopeless eyes stared into those of Chai. ''Bravo. No, really, better than most heroic bullcrap I've heard recently.'' Kaza scoffed out, before freeing her hands once more. One clasped into a tight fist, raising up to her chest. ''But besides you stating the fucking obvious...No. The only thing I want to see is this place devoid of all life.'' Black Ki flickered across her fist, crackling with a malicious energy. Everyone would be able to easily tell just how much hatred and darkness Kaza's Ki packed- and it sure as hell didn't feel pleasant.
''So I guess it's only fair I explain why before you all get slaughtered, right?'' The Majin teased with an apathetic grin, head cocking to the side. She slowly raised two hands higher and higher, and quickly the buildings under her began to shake violently. The concrete cracked and split under the structures, as the very buildings were forced high into the air by Kaza's powerful telekinetic abilities.
Her smile quickly ceased, and a snarl of hateful intent dragged her lips downward. ''I'm showing these sad, SAD people what happens when you use your people as nothing more than TOOLS!'' She screamed insultedly. As vague as she was, they would have to be terribly stupid to not understand it. The buildings hovered behind her menacingly, and as she jutted her hand toward the group of Earthlings, they all moved in unison!
The concrete and glass began twisting and contorting in unrealistic ways, as if the hard texture was nothing more than play-do under Kaza's control. ''THEY MADE ME SACRIFICE EVERYTHING, AND I HAVE GOTTEN NOTHING IN RETURN! I DIED FOR THEIR SELFISH GAIN!'' Her darkened voice screamed through the city skies. By now the buildings had been twisted into gigantic concrete spikes, all too eager to impale these peace-fighters. With a frantic wave of her finger and a vicious growl, the spiked tips shot out like liquified tendrils, extending to ridiculous lengths to gorge these Earthlings violently.
As the tendrils screeched through the skies, Kaza's eyes lowered apathetically.
''So it's only fair they share the same fate...''
Charge cancelled!
Using [UT]Telekinesis combined with [UT]Matter Manipulation to attack Bing, Chai and Pieter with spiky, concrete tendrils!
TAGS: Bing Gan Chai Pieter Wolfbane Pracross Yendatta Mammon
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Post by Dantalion on Oct 15, 2017 12:04:36 GMT
"Little monkey men, little monkey men, let me in."
No, no, no, not by the hairs on my tail!
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your planet in." The heavens screamed, the clouds shuttered and a trail of purple light exhumed from Makyo pierced through the heavens as if the hanging on the coattail of the meteorite. But was it a meteorite? An Asteroid? Some other reasonable guess. Hell it was, this was a ball of rage, this was the huff and puff that was going to try and blow this planet in. This was Dantalion, the signature mark of ramshackle no different than what his life had always been carried over to his poor excuse of a space pod. Its door hanged agape, at least back on earth covered in ash and dirt, the window had been busted, its window taken and in its place remained scarred flesh, twisting and flayed from either parental abuse or something magnitudes worse. And from that single pod, came a crash, then a roll, and finally. The Sizzle.Ad from that sizzle was nothing more than a mass. It was like the sealed ball. Hell was it the sealed ball, it pulsated and jived, the flesh was strewn around parts of the carapace, the Mazoku emblem not so much painted as it was forced into a barely visible back of the ship as it gyrated, the skin silking and moving in place. Had some spectators came to see the new arrival? Did they come thinking this was their saviour. Of course not, this was Saiyans, they were very much a 'Shoot first, shoot its corpses than proclaim victory' sort of race. And he felt it, dear lord did he feel it. In his core, his fragile flesh and just about everywhere else he felt the pitter patter of guns ablaze tearing through his flesh, the skin on his ship torn apart, until all that was left was the skin that festered inside, it was unmoved by gunfire, but slipped and slid as if a bucket of slime had just been tossed around in a bag before the first of him truly emerged.First came the crack, not of soldiers or of children, but of a man. No beast. No. A thing. Two grotesque legs propped up on hooves, sticking out like a sore thumb. Gunfire erupted, the few hairs that adorned its cloven hoof's set ablaze with green fire as next emerged arms. Bent, broken bendy things like twigs that had fleshed stretched across it in a gruesome manner, tentacles of flesh rolling around and forming proper, sliding along the thin frame of arms as still more rolled through the centre, but a black smoke perverted the very air in a choking haze as two golden eyes gazed through the misty light. By this time, they were right, a single one clicked on his scouter, a defeated grown as he turned tail, tossing his gun up in the air with frustration. "Fuck this shit. I'm done, I quit." Was it a defeatist attitude, no far from it. It was a fair reaction as his commander turned to him, eyes ablaze with fury as his gun turned on him as he issued a deaf command. It sounded like curdled blood had backed up his voice and was rolling out his chin.He looked down at his subordinate gave a finger, that fell into despair as he turned tail and run, the commander stuck in position as a single groove had nestled its way through, a massive spear that was close to cutting him in a literal two, almost the entirety of his body in fact as he tried to turn, catching the faintest glimpse of a monster. The commander had seen bigger he was sure, his tail gave the note to that, but no moon would shine on them this day. Only the light, of Makyo, would shine this day. the final parts of the grotesque came into shape, it towered twice the size of an average man and twice that of one of stature. Gunfire broke as the commander was brought close, eyes filled with rightful fear as the creatures head turned to the side, a small imp sat on his shoulder, tethered to a chain that had become lodged in the monstrosities shoulder. The golden eye looked it up and down as if sizing it up as worthy. A large M was adorned in the scalp of both of them, though more or less in the skull of the grotesque before it simply waved the thing off his weapon its skin no longer flexible enough to hold him together as he was tossed aside like an old teddy bear that had lost its eye, or that present your grandfather gave you that you knew you would never use. Cause who in this day and age uses a Bowtie? No one, that's who, and that was just who came to his aid. You had seen the war films, of honour coming before all else, rushing to the aid of their fallen comrade in the face of fire. But this wasn't Hollywood, this was life, and in life when your morale is broken, ya tail turned yellow, tucked between ya legs and ya book it just like they did, running past their commander as he pulled out his gun, one last trigger pulled, one last inch of strength taken as in his final days, he was made redundant even with his all given. I wonder.... If he will get a ceremony for his loss. He shrugged, there was no way. He was just another casualty to the SSE. Nothing more.
With his welcoming party dealt with, he turned to the skies, between his horns a small ball of black rolled and twisted, the landscape was devastation. He bet the Saiyans didn't enjoy being on the receiving end for once in their asshole lives. Buildings were cracked, the dead laid the street bent back and covered in blood and here he stood amongst it all, directly beneath the big name players. He didn't notice Pracross, he didn't notice Pieter. He noticed the big wigs, the ones in the forefront. For once, he was going to be there, in the limelight, being the threat. Not just the mongrel tossed to the side in a stand of defiance. He climbed a few steps, blackness crawling beneath his step as he rose to greet the two defiant ones, the protectors of justice, the bulwarks of the innocent. The plague of society.
He approached more like a mad dog as he came to view, his power level transcending normal as his every breath was met with a dark billowy wisp of black, rolling at the feet of Kaza and Mammon as he stood behind them, like their beast of war leashed to a chain, his eyes grew wild with rage and his words barely coherent underneath his breath. Of course, this wasn't how he was, he was no more chained to Mammon and Kaza as a bird was to the ground. He didn't want to die, but he sure as hell didn't want others to live. The mark of Mammon was adorned to mayhaps save his life, to make him seem as if he was nothing more than a used puppet, no control over his own actions if things went awry, and with a Mammon plan, they almost certainly were too.
Dantalion's Base PL: 144, 549 / Makyo Giant Activated New PL: 1,879,748
Abyzou PL: 5000
Demonic Custom Charging / Current PL: 1,879,748 (x5=2,601,882)
Mammon /Majin Kaza \ Bing Gan / Chai \ Pieter Wolfbane / Pracross Yendatta |
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 16, 2017 10:13:17 GMT
Bing's serious expression did not falter as Mammon spoke. He was sarcastic and insulting-- not something entirely new to the Serpent Master. The Demon seemed to know Chai somehow. Perhaps they'd fought before? It wasn't likely Chai would make friends with someone so obviously evil. Then again, Bing had befriended a villain before as well. That Majin's Ki permeated the stench of unadulterated chaos. It was the same kind of Ki Mammon gave off now, as well as this other, decidedly less pink Majin. Chai made an attempt to reason with the villains, but it failed, as expected. The Goat had hope even in a situation like this-- it was a good sign for Chai's homeworld, but not the best for a situation like this one. The devilish duo continued to threaten and accost, and as Mammon's little light-show reached its apex, another hero had joined the fray. Bing turned, his eyes widening in shock. Pieter of all people had arrived. The Ex-Kami smiled, chuckling at the sight. "Glad you could make it, Pieter. Let's get this over with quick!""I gotta be honest. I definitely did not expect to be happy to see Pieter again..."Kaza spoke further, explaining her want for destruction was purposeless. She had been used by the Solar Empire, turned into a tool. It sounded painfully familiar to Bing, but he wouldn't spill his life story to someone he was trying to beat down. Not yet, anyways. In an instant, the Majin thrust her hand out as if she were lobbing a grenade, and the buildings behind her bent to her will! They twisted and contorted, before shooting like spikes towards the trio of heroes! Caught off-guard, Bing narrowly hopped to the left, allowing the large makeshift weapon to cut through his clothes, as well as his skin. His blue cloak fluttered pointlessly at the top of the spike, no longer attached to the Kami who once wore it. Bing sucked in air through grit teeth, glancing down at his side. His Gi had been cut through as well, leaving a nasty gash to secrete blood from just under his right arm. It wasn't fatal, but it hurt like hell. "Just because one person used you doesn't make their whole race guilty, you know!"Another villain appeared soon after, this one more feral than the first two. Had he lost his senses due to the Makyo star, or was this just the creature's natural state? Either way, it needed to be dealt with. The beast's energy swelled, though not as quickly as his owners. He'd be trouble if not dealt with, so the Earthling got into action. Bing raised his hand, an orb of bright green Ki ballooning to the size of a basketball in his palm. He cocked back, before launching it towards Dantalion, aiming on disorienting him long enough to allow his ally a solid hit. "Pieter, take the pet down! Chai, focus on the one with the rusty tongue! I'll handle the gum-ball!"Another burst of Ki, and the Guardian of Earth rocketed through the air. He dipped low, shoulder-checking the spike Kaza had sent at him, causing it to crack into two halves. Before the spiked half could hit the ground however, he caught it, hoisting the massive chunk of concrete and glass on his shoulder. With a mighty heave, he launched it through the air, aiming it more for Kaza than the others. However, due to the sheer size of the thing, it had a good chance to graze Mammon as well.
Thread PL: 364,829 | Spiritual Ascension (x23) Active. Current PL: 8,391,067 Used [N1] Cobra Bomber on Dantalion ! 33% Charged for a damage potential of: 2,769,052! Intent: KO |
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Post by Chai on Oct 16, 2017 19:18:30 GMT
| ILLEGAL, IMMORAL, AND FATTENING |
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106,699 Base
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | TRANSFORMATIONS: x16 - Convalescence / x10 - Battle Mode MKII |
Chai narrowed his eyes, smile fading to a critical frown when Mammon approached. There was no way this could be that easy. As expected, the demon betrayed what little trust Chai sported in that moment. Chai allowed the horned man to take his hand, but his pull and attempted headbutt would be met with a firm Chai quickly tilting his head, his own horn colliding with Mammon's. The zoan smiled again, closing his eyes as the demon apologized. "No worries, apology accepted." The transformed Chai shrugged, pulling his head back and regaining some distance between himself and the genocidal villain.
Mammon continued on, Chai merely nodding along in silence with a concerned gaze and a hand on his chin. True, he wasn't planning on leaving Mammon and the rest of these poor souls to rot that easily. He preformed a... strange gesture with his hands, which the ever so innocent and oblivious Chai couldn't understand. "I... Uh..." He tilted his head to the side, puffing a cheek out. "I don't know what you're talking about, but Guardia isn't here. So..." He rolled his shoulders back with a quick sigh.
The goatman's face momentarily lit up when Mammon spoke of seeing himself in a much more peaceful life, only for it to sink when he brushed it aside. "...Well I could see that, you dweeb." Chai rolled his eyes with another smile. "All it takes is a thoughtful act to set someone free." Chai's expression soon sunk, his eyes trailing to the side. "...I know helping you and your friend won't be easy, Mammon. But you know me, right?" He gave a meek grin, thumbs twiddling. Chai closed his eyes, momentarily recalling his encounter with Cloud and Captain Nova in the Bamboo Forest. "Put the law above all, Protect the innocent... And don't hesitate." Chai muttered quietly to himself, opening his eyes again. Maybe it was the new eye giving him more insight and all, or just this strange airheaded, naive belief that he now couldn't push aside, but as per usual, the otherworldly warrior was filled with determination to save this world, and maybe even these so-proclaimed "villains."
A voice soon screamed from behind Chai, causing the goat to cover his ever so sensitive ears, eyes swirling around with shock. Surprise surprise, Pieter had followed him and Bing to join in the fight, and quickly tried to get Chai out of the fight. The goat's smile sank, briefly reminded once again of their last serious fight together. "Hate to tell you, friend, but I'm here to help also." Chai stretched his arms with a quick crack of his knuckles. "Besides, take a gander at our powers now." The goat pointed to his new eye with a smile and a wink, briefly scanning his own power compared to Pieter's to confirm his point. "My power's not so distant now from yours, is it? C'mon dude, I can handle myself."
Soon after Pieter's entrance and Mammon's charging attack being dropped, the majin spoke up. "I'll take the compliment." Chai briefly commented with a dismissive, nonchalant wave when the Majin sarcastically spoke in response to the goat's previous statement. Again the goat listened intently to the majin, trying to find the right rhyme and reason to her actions to couple with some way to understand and resonate with her to earn some sort of empathy between the two of them...
Using the lives of others as a tool was not a foreign concept to Chai. His eyes momentarily trailed to Bing, recalling the actions of his mentor's parallel self. The goat shuddered briefly-- his past sure wasn't pleasant, but at least that part of his life was over. For now, at least.
Kaza was quick to make the first strike, yelling out in anger. Chai yelped as the shadow of the twisted buildings were cast over him. The zoanthrope quickly dashed to the side, a few stray cut clippings of fur flipping in the wind, torn form Chai's body by the narrowly dodged attacks. He briefly zipped by Bing, coming to a stop near him when the attacks ceased for a moment, grimacing at the Serpent Master's wound. "Y-you okay, Bing?" Chai was quick to voice his concern, biting his lip. Even for a mere scratch, that gash did not look pleasant. Yet while he was dodging Kaza's spires, the goat had also meandered away from Pracross's attention rock as well, keeping him obliovious to his student's presence.
Yet again, another face made themselves known. "D--Dant?" Chai inquired, recognizing the demon's energy. He sure looked different... And that weird mark on his head-- what was that? Chai had little time to worry, though- Bing quickly took command and tasked each of the three of them to their targets. "Aye aye, capt'n! Time for some tough love, eh?" Chai quickly regained his confidence, eyeing the charging Dantallion as Bing fired his attack... With that charge, his mentor's attack wouldn't hit it's mark for sure! Unless...
With a quick tap of a button on his POW glove, the very sky above the group seemed to ripple. The air caved in, creating a dark portal above the group as it churned and twisted like liquid. Two yellow eyes flashed from the dark abyss before a shape dashed down, and with a flick of a colossal tail, a large cloud of salty dust was cast towards Dantallion in an attempt to distract him from his charge. Webbed fingers briefly opened and closed, a giant jaw opening wide. With a mighty screech, HOOK, the second Bannerbot created next to OXHEAD, had joined the fray. "Well, Mammon, Dantallion, and miss Majin, meet HOOK! And my name is Chai- Chai Schala." Chai introduced his massive partner. A puff of smoke flew from the barracuda bot's nostrils, pupils narrowing to slits. "BATTLE MODE MARK TWO: ACTIVATED. TARGETS LOCKED- ENERGY REBOOT IN PROGRESS..." The robot resounded, opening it's maw again. Chai hopped down off the robot, his eyes darting to Bing.
"So, gang, how about we take these villains down as a team, eh? Picking them off on our own is nice and all, but I feel we can do this better if we work together." Chai suggested to the group, raising a hand as rainbow tendrils of ki extended in all directions, flickering. "I've also got a little something I've been working on." Chai's energy surged, a small orb beginning to fester in his palm. Hopefully his subliminal message to prepare for a team attack with all his talk about working together would get across without alerting his enemies. The Unity Burst- an attack Chai had been working on for a long time, would finally debut onto the battlefield. Smiling, Chai leapt back, still charging his spectral attack next to Pieter while HOOK dove down beside Bing, jaws open and crackling with energy. "All together now- let's do this!"
In case the tribal saiyan didn't get Chai's message, the goat would lean close and whisper to his friend. "Psssst. You and me. Team attack. Let's go." He smiled with a waggle of his eyebrows, turning back to Mammon and Kaza. He wanted to help them, and bad, but as Nova said, Chai couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of justice.
OOC NOTES: Time for some tough love ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Chai has learned the [SP] Unity Burst! Nice.
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1/3 KP | [SP] Unity Burst charging.
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HOOK stun wins! RIP Dant he was good dude.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 16, 2017 20:56:23 GMT
"Not the time, Chai! We've got a-"
An beastly screech that would cause any normal individual reached out, cutting Pieter off as he looked in the direction of where it came from. Some sort of monster had arrived on the planet and was charging at them on all 4s! While Pieter wasn't looking, a tendril made of concrete came up to try and skewer Pieter! The hunter leaned to the side, managing to only get scraped across the chest, although it definitely hurt! Pieter quickly grabbed and snapped the tendril with both hands and a yank of it. It crumbled soon after into the concrete that it was made of. Meanwhile vast amount of twisted energy built up from the new arrival, Pieter thinking to himself, "Shit..! Is this a demon?! It feels vastly more powerful than that Oguma guy..!"
Chai uttered out a word... No, a name, to this new arrival. He was familiar apparently to them! The hunter didn't know what was going on, but Chai had chosen to bring out a different weapon, something called Hook, to disrupt the new arrival with Bing ushering out commands to the 2 of them. Pieter nodded in agreement, getting right up next to Chai in the air, who'd been aiming to keep the crew together. He seemed to have some sorta plan.
"Aye, that sounds like a good plan," Pieter replied back in a whisper, keeping Dant trained in his sights. However, his senses had been bugging him a bit. It felt like there was someone else here, someone Pieter was familiar with. He couldn't exactly tell, though, with the amount of energy being slugged around! He asked Chai, "You know that big beastly demon there? Anything I should know about them?"
(Pieter narrowly dodges the lash, being scraped across his chest and snaps the tendril! After that, Pieter rushes over to Chai's side, hearing that name he spouted out! He asks Chai about whom this guy is.)
(KP: 2/3 from 1/3)
(Current PL: 2,660,350)
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 17, 2017 0:50:31 GMT
For a moment, and only a moment, everything settled. Pracross was pressed up against the building wall at the time, so he couldn't see who was conversing what except between two voices, Chai and Pieter, who even now seemed to have a disagreement. The voice he hadn't heard yet, most likely Mammon's, refused the goat's offer and proceeded to mock him. Demons, always so cocky... Pieter, on the other hand, complained about Chai not taking Mammon out when he had the chance, which Chai countered with a small speech. The Purple Majin, finally, seemed less interested in chatting up enemies and got right down to business. Entering Dangerous Territories
The sounds of concrete and bending metal filled the air as the spines created by the Majin filled the air and found their most convenient targets, one landing by Pracross's foot which almost made him yelp. He grabbed his mouth and turned the corner, eyeing the now bloodied Pieter and Bing. D-dammit! I have to help but how?! The Saiyan looked around frantically, finding no way of getting his allies to acknowledge him. He could, of course, try the rock throw again, but what success would that be if everyone is moving around so much? Pracross pressed his back against the wall again, noticing half his hiding spot had been ripped apart by Kaza's spike downfall, but he could still hide here. "Dammit, there really is nothing I can do here except fight, isn't there?" The Saiyan granted himself one last breath of air, as for what he knew, it could be his last. "I have an idea" sputtered up the Demon, his red glow shining from the boy's back. "What?! You do?!" The Saiyan teen entered a crouch and peeked the corner again. "... Lay it on me" Pracross reached back and removed the bladed weapon from his back. "Remember that one training session with Chai and Jican where you controlled my movements with you hands?" The idea, at the time, had seemed insane, but it was surprisingly effective as a distraction, but this was a whole 'nother ball game. On a different planet. Where the pitcher can and will throw the ball through you. "Are you crazy?" Spoke Pracross, verging the edge of a whisper. "These guys will disintegrate you or something!" But it was already to late, the purple glow was already around his hand and the Demon had made up his mind. "Get ready to throw me" That was the last thing the Scythe said before converting into his ten foot power pole form. Grabbing the hilt, Pracross took another shaky breath. "At least I'll have died fighting!" The boy clenched up his boy as his power spiked up to as high as he could manage. His existence was small compared to his allies, but it was one that wasn't going to just let his allies, his friends, and his planet die. "Take this you scum!" Pracross reared back the pole arm and threw it with a leap to the side from the cover, rolling to recovery as the power pole went for the chest of mammon. "Chai! Pieter! I'm helping, too, dammit!" Spoke the fear-driven Saiyan as he threw his arm to the right after the initial throw, causing the pole to sling itself at Mammon's face now, which, fail or hit, would proceed to attempt a combo at the Demon's torso. The attack consisted of wacks, jabs, uppercuts, spins, bashing and to finish it all off, an try at his neck! All during this time, the Saiyan was making gestures for these attacks as if he himself were wielding it, making him seem a little crazy if one didn't notice the glow of his hands. When the Scythe finished, the Saiyan grabbed his breath and looked forward, looking at his goat mentor, his super Saiyan friend, and the legend he'd read about as a child. He was among some crazy strong warriors... He didn't belong here and was probably about to feel that...
Suppression CANCELLED! 5PL to 11,216PL
Tempest has entered 10-foot form! He is now shaped like a staff and the blade is retracted!OOC: Make my death merciful... Tags: Pracross Yendatta > Mammon > Majin Kaza > Dantalion > Bing Gan > Chai > Pieter Wolfbane |
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Post by Mammon on Oct 17, 2017 12:52:31 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |
Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696
GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18)
And war broke out in heaven, and angels fought with the dragon, but they did not prevail, nor was a place found for them in heaven any longer. So the great dragon was cast out. "No chai, I don't know you. Not really." knife, heart, twist, they had to send Mother Teresa's pet goat, there was forgiveness with open arm's and he was afraid, truly afraid, he had been hurt but pain was temporary, he had died, that held little fear for him now, but this was something wholly unknown to him. And the oldest fear is fear of the unknown. "Its kill or be killed."
Guilty, guilty, just cause one person did something wrong to you doesn't mean their whole race did it to you, someone has never heard of sins of the father, there were floods and everything. Honestly, they were being merciful by making it quick, one, two, no more saiyans it would be like peeling off a band-aid, quick and mostly painless. But these heroes had to turn this quick procedure into torture, when you really think about it they were the bad guys. They had to be. "This rock will grow cold and dead, and the stars themselves will dim before you convince me of that."
And just about as heaven was about to open up and accept and forgive Mammon, a god damn gardening utensil hit him in the small of the back, knocking him forward a stride or two. Forgiveness, they were gonna have to forgive him for what he was about to do. "Your suffering will be legendary-!" he turned to find a scythe without wielder swinging towards him, scoring a red hotline across his chest, ow. But this wasn't a case of if, it was about time. After all, like the preferable fly up your nose it was a nuisance sure but at the end of the day, the insect lost no matter the discomfort it caused.
"There won't be enough of you left for a dental record." He reached out his hand and would attempt to snatch the pole out of the air, it was just a matter of speed and strength, and he was just stronger. "I will eat your children," if he had a hold of it he'd begin to bend it, warping the material creating small waves in the texture as he'd begin to make a pretzel out of it. "I will ravish and torture everyone you've ever known or loved, I will rip the tongue from anyone who has ever said a kind word to you. And yet all that will pail in comparison to what I will do to you." And he'd toss the result the way it came, like so much rubbish.
"Your. Suffering. Will. Be. Legendary."
He watched as Kaza played in the sandpit, scoring a blow on mighty hero number one before Dan landed with a 'thunk', he looked different, was it a new haircut? Maybe, but he had never been one to stand on things like appearance, ring, ring, ring, he made the psychic equivalent of that call on the annoying red phone, the kind that makes the handle jiggle in place as the whole thing bounced up and down like a frog. 'Dan, let me summarise for you. You're almost as strong as the goat, the stupid looking guy without a shirt is stronger, but if you play defensively you can probably last, probably.' click.
"I come for thee." his form swelled as he gathered power, small muscles he didn't even know he had stood taut and imposing on the skin, a thick sheet of dark ki washed out of him like waves on a shoreline, it would surely wash away that poor coastal town. Seven drowned in raging waters, more fatalities to be confirmed. And he picked up where he started, flames leapt back up like coals stirred and heat lanced and shimmered across him like twining snakes. "Thy time is up."
Mammon's Current PL:Defense: 2,525,580Attack: 3,199,068➣ Activated [UT] Hell's Abode (power weighted) increase your offensive pl by +x1 and a decrease of your defensive PL by -x3.➣ Charging Demonic special (x5): 4,040,928 %100 -> %200Majin Kaza , Bing Gan , Chai , Pieter Wolfbane , Dantalion
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Post by Majin Kaza on Oct 17, 2017 16:37:53 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |Kaza's PL: 280,680
Kaza's current PL: 4,771,560 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin w/ Bulking (x17)
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The crude tendrils shot out at her enemies with reckless abandon, seemingly having a mind of their own. As they went about their business, trying to impale these 'courageous heroes', Kaza's head reeled to the side, taking in another new energy signature. Luckily it reeked of demons, and was filled with all sorts of destructive intent. The same Demon that stood against her in the fight for Arcose- yet now they were on the same side. Mammon's accomplice, no doubt.
Her head snapped back as she heard the movements of the Earthlings. They dodged her attack, but not without being left with a few nasty scratches. A grin crept up on her face, a satisfactory shiver running through her body as she saw the blood drip. ''Is this it? This all you brave defenders have?'' Kaza's hand sagged down to her side, and the concrete tendrils were robbed of all life. They dropped to the earth itself, crumbling as they made contact with it.
The white-haired wonder shouted at her with ignorance only someone like them could possess. Kaza hissed animalistically, teeth gritting as her eyes twitched with envious rage. ''That sure is easy coming from you, isn't it? Life must be plenty comfortable for people like you...A loving family, friends that stand by your side, sounds like fucking gumdrops and icecream, doesn't it?!'' She roared back in utter jealousy, fists shaking with eager intent to beat him to a bloody pulp. Black flames briefly crackled along her body, glare thickening.
''What do you know of true pain?! Of actual suffering?! NOTHING!''
Even with her words roared at the Human, he didn't hesitate to attack Dantalion without so much a thought. Kaza scoffed in defiance, and quickly flew infront of the large Demon, palm outstretched as to catch Bing's attack like a soccer ball. The technique rammed into Kaza's outstretched hand, which trembled as she fought back against the titanic strength. Yet it was quickly obvious that Kaza was not to be messed with, squeezing her hand shut with a roar, evaporating the Serpent Master's attack into thin air.
''Really, you disappoint me...'Hero'.''
Kaza's focus moved to the sky, however, as a large cloud of salty dust was tossed at Dantalion's direction. Kaza was quick to dip forward to evade being caught in it, but was understandably confused. Looking up, though, she finally saw who the cheeky bastard was, and sighed after it was finished screeching. ''Seriously? Too pathetic to fight your own battles?'' Kaza grumbled, frustrated eyes moving from HOOK toward Chai, before she spat on the ground.
The goat wasn't anywhere near done frustrating the Majin though. Enthusiastically he riled up his comrades to 'take down the bad guys' as a team. Villains? Teamwork? What the hell was he thinking, that this was some fucking TV-show? Spouting that lovey-dovey bullshit about friendship, hope and teamwork...
Kaza's eyes widened in utter rage, her red irises staring deeply at the Goat-man, glowing eerily as they were covered by the shade of her hood. She remained silent, trying to hold in screams of fury she did her best to repress. Her jaw clenched tightly, fists shaking violently as she breathed through her teeth. Violent, wild hisses, like that of an animal's.
With a growl her eyes snapped to the side, attention grabbed by a scythe that was tossed from seemingly nowhere. It attacked Mammon weakly, but even she grew annoyed by it. Too annoyed. Deeply, she breathed in, and closed her eyes, doing her best to find a telepathic link with the two Demons.
''WE ARE ENDING THIS. NOW.''
And just like that she cut off the mental communications, focus regained on the cavalcade of ignorant hippies before her. She couldn't stand them...So cheerful, so hopeful...So accomplished. Kaza was face to face with her polar opposite, faced with the type of person that deep down she always hoped to become. Yet alas the universe had different plans for her, and she grew into this violent monster. It was too late to turn back for her. Hate and violence were her method of suviving in this cold, unforgiving place.
The black flamed of her aura flared up along her body once more, embers slowly turning into an uncontrolled wildfire that only spread more and more. Kaza's hateful gaze was locked onto the brave heroes. The black flames roared with passion.
''You think kindness and hope will save you today, HEROES? That your stories will have a happy ending...?! You are blind...I will force your eyes open! All will suffer as I have suffered-- The entire universe shall drown in the same agony I have felt! And it starts with YOU!''
Her voice was tainted by pure demonic evil, an inferno coating her body, drenched in unbridled hatred. A bone-chilling cry filled the air as the inferno only grew in size, Kaza's strength amplifying in a quick burst. The Majin's limbs clenched tightly, and she let out another roar from deep within.
She was done playing games. They would all experience true pain.
''WELCOME TO MY WORLD. WELCOME- TO MY REALITY!''
Kaza has gotten in the way of Bing's [N1]Cobra Bomber, lightly damaging her!
Kaza used [UT]Pumped Up, +x1 to offensive PL, -x3 to defensive PL!
Kaza is charging her [RACIAL]Magic Tricks(+x2), this turn at 100%,(5,332,920) next turn at 200%(10,665,840)!
(Using the Ki Charge Support, so not specifying which tech I am charging.)
TAGS: Dantalion Bing Gan Chai Pieter Wolfbane Pracross Yendatta Mammon
OOC NOTES: Checkmate, 'heroes' 
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