Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 13, 2015 20:43:14 GMT
Ever since that dream about the damned Namekian who called himself “Scargot”, Pipa had felt a sense of extreme restlessness. The entity within his dream acted as if it were real, and tried to convince Pipa that he was nothing more than a twisted half of the entity. He could not, and would not, believe that this was a truth. Yet… who was he?
The furthest back that Pipa could remember was being trapped within a darkened void absent of light. He had been weightless and free of form, isolated and alone in an abyss of total black. It was a lonely existence where Pipa could not carry out his dream of becoming a god. After that, he came to be assaulted by some sort of spell that tore him from his prison and into the land of the living. When he was brought out, he took on a green form that the wizard known as Gargymyl claimed to be that of a Namkian. Although Pipa’s skin had since been charred black, he could remember what it had looked like when it was fresh… very similar to the being in his dream known as Scargot.
“Scargot’s” explanation couldn’t be the truth. He refused to believe it. There had to be some other explanation or reason that he had been isolated and contained, and why he couldn’t remember anything. Perhaps he had always been in that void, and there was nothing to remember. If that were the case why did he have knowledge of two different languages as soon as he was brought here, why did this realm seem familiar to him?
Pipa left his spawn, Liquin, to watch over the building of his lair in the Spinach Wastes. He needed to search the world and find answers, he could not afford to sit and be worshipped for now, though he intended to return as frequently as he could to insure that things were being handled appropriately.
Leaving his home, the demon flew southbound with no particular aim other than to search the world over for answers. Perhaps more things on this planet would be familiar to him, perhaps they would shed light onto the true meaning of these glimpses of memories. He soared for miles and miles across the earth, his senses picking up on life forms of all different powers as he continued forward. Some life forms were weak and insignificant, yet others were overwhelming even to Pipa’s senses.
The terrain seemed foreign to him, yet he had some vague familiarity as if he had once studied it at some point in his lifetime. The green pastures of the Wastelands had been closer to what his mind thought it knew, as he saw the different textures of the earth it seemed as if it were only things that he had learned about vicariously.
He saw a large mountaintop as he came to the lands of the south. He landed himself on top of it to observe the different landscapes in the region, hoping that he could spot anything vaguely familiar. As his feet made contact with the mountain peak, he turned to see that the jungle ended at one side of the mountain and desert stretched as far as the eye could see further south. Another human settlement as well.
His senses could feel many strong power levels in the area, but he wasn’t here to cause trouble today. He could even hold off aggression today if he could find those who could answer questions that he had.
Nothing here was extremely familiar to him. He continued to scan around in hopes that something would jog his memory.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 16, 2015 3:31:51 GMT
Wyntre liked her Hover Chair. It was a seriously stylish and technological piece of equipment in all regards. She was at a mountain, one highly regarded by the people of Earth. She was looking at it from afar... it was nice how it eclipsed the sun.
She had been thinking, recently, to the encounter that happed yesterday. She was attacked by a strange metallic android who called itself Android #099. It somehow shape shifted into a metallic form of Wyntre and matched her Power Level exactly. However... she only won by using a Paradox. If the fight where to continue... well, let's just say Wyntre didn't like her chances. How did this happen? Was her cockiness and arrogance getting in the way of power? Was she even cocky or arrogant? That question burned through her mind. The Android would have won. Perhaps it was because it likely had an extremely power super-computer for a brain, but still. She lost to her mental potential. She lost to herself. Or, at least, would have. In the mean-time she had a vile of the liquid that once comprised #099 as she swirled it around in front of her.
Her scouter beeped, surprising her. There was a powerful being near-bye with a Power level of 24,421. She headed in that direction...
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 16, 2015 6:53:04 GMT
Pipa’s antenna twitched in the hot sun as he could feel one of the higher power levels in the area beginning to move nearer to him. He had been detected it had seemed, but perhaps this would lead to the answers he sought. He glanced in the direction that this power was coming from. Overall, it felt like a decent match to him. He couldn’t be sure though, after his encounter with the being known as Wyntre he had learned not to trust his own senses, for they could be deceiving.
Speak of the devil, the one approaching was the very same being. She had grown more powerful in her current form since last they met. While Pipa had been torturing slaves to his own amusement, she had continued training to become more powerful. He shuddered to think of what could happen if she went into the form that she had shown him in the city. Hopefully, she wasn’t resentful about his last minute decline. He was too proud to flee from her, but he knew he didn’t stand much of a chance.
She did claim to be some sort of intergalactic lord of some sort, perhaps she had heard of these beings known as the Namekian. Perhaps she could tell him about that race so that he would have a better idea of what he had been continually referred to.
Pipa didn’t draw any weapons, he simply looked over his shoulder for any minions that she might have tagging along. He was especially weary of the freak thing that had attacked him in the city.
His chest was barren, his face unconcealed, his burnt skin seemed to sizzle in the hot sun.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 16, 2015 9:09:34 GMT
What was this? The Namekian with black skin. What was his name, she was sure she met him before. Pipi. Pipo. Pipa. Yeah, that was it. She didn't exactly even know Namekians where supposed to be green, the only ones she has ever met where either black or red. Since Sheath, her Red Namekian minion, was apparently some kind of evolutionary advancement, so she assumed all Namekians where black. This was quite odd as that would take in a lot of sun-light and be a lot hotter than usual. This would be bad as it would heat it up and evaporate more water, not beneficial to a species that apparently survives wholly on water... "Pipa, correct? I assume you remember who I am."
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 16, 2015 21:27:48 GMT
Pipa looked the arcosian woman in the eyes. She was correct, he had not forgotten her, or her potential to increase her power level well beyond his own. He would have to be tactful with her, she wasn't the kind of person that he could afford to cross.
"Lady Wyntre, I believe?" Pipa responded as he put his hands behind his back. He put on a confident smile on his face, it was a fake one but he wasn't going to grovel. He would rather die than be someone else's puppet. He had hoped that he could distract her with questions in order to escape any sort of violence she might have planned for him.
"I am happy that you have come, as someone who has been elsewhere you may be just the one I need to talk too," Pipa began quickly, lacking the social skills to wait on casual banter. "What is a Namekian? Could you tell me this?"
He looked at her intently, not wanting to show signs of cowardice, but also attempting to to provoke her wrath.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 17, 2015 1:45:22 GMT
Oh, this was going to be good. If this encounter ended with a fight, she could probably take him in the pitiful Suppressed Form... but she doubted such a thing would happen. It seemed Pipa was willing to bend over backwards, but she knew this was only a facial masquerade. It also seemed apparent that the Namekian had remembered her. Good. Perhaps she won't have to kill him. She simply nodded when he got her name correct, answering without even but a word. Wyntre was good at telling people who had intentions hidden under a face. She was good at picking apart lies... You'd have to be. She's the Empress.
He asked about the Namekians. This was odd, really, since she thought that he had already knew of them. He was one of them, after all. Yes, it was true that Wyntre knew some things about Namekians. Not much, though. " A Namekian, eh? I can do that much. They come from Namek, a planet in this sector. They are an alien species that look very much like you, only with a different coloration. They survive wholly on water and have mild regenerative powers. I have one under my employ, too, named Sheath."
All of that information she managed to get from the Internet, and some of it from observing Sheath.
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 17, 2015 5:09:39 GMT
Pipa's eyes widened a bit as he looked the arcosian over. She didn't seem like she had any deceit on her face, she had answered plainly that he looked somewhat like them, despite his flesh being a different color. In truth, Pipa had come to this world with green flesh. Only after his episode with a clever human named Mr. Munster had Pipa's flesh been charred into a black blistered mess. If she had confirmed it, it was all that he needed to know for now. Then again other things she said didn't make sense. Pipa had no regenerative powers himself... everything was confusing... Then he thought back to his dream...
"Just the one known as Sheath then? I am looking for a... Scargot," Pipa said to the empress, recalling the name the being had given in the dream. He had his doubts that the empress had heard of him, he still believed that it was just a dream after all. It was just a stupid dream. A part of him wanted to meet this Sheath fellow, perhaps he could tell him more. He didn't want to ask anything more of Wyntre at the moment though.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 18, 2015 8:11:09 GMT
Wyntre looked up thoughtfully. So this Pipa wanted to know more about the Namekians. That gave her a few ideas. "No, I don't know of any Scargot. Normally I'd have you meet Sheath, but he's a tad aggressive against... normal Namekians, if you will. If you'd like to go to Namek, we're scheduled to go in a year or two. We can take you along, it doesn't really matter. By then we'd have the best Space-ship on the market... Who is this Scargot fellow?"
She looked down to the Black Slug-fellow. He certainly was intriguing. He reminded her of an intelligent goth baby, for whatever reason. A very powerful intelligent goth baby. However, she was only thinking one single thing. "Care for a spar?"
((What PL are you using? Also, apologies for the wait.))
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Pipa
Archived
PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 18, 2015 17:26:56 GMT
((I will have to transform to keep up with your base, the one to the left is accurate- Pipa was causing some scouter glitches before but now that is settled))
Pipa thought the proposal over as he eyed the arcosian. She had offered to take him to Namek, but he had doubts that it was somewhere that he wanted to be. The thought of space travel did intrigue him, but he had a hatred for several of Wyntre's minions that went beyond his normal levels of anger.
"What will you do with the old ship? I have a great deal of currency I have gathered... I am quite interested in these things," Pipa told the arcosian. He thought it would be best not to tell her that most of the currency had come from the toil of slaves. He didn't think she would be the type to care, but he couldn't afford to be wrong about that.
Then she had asked him to spar, a word that Pipa was not familiar with.
"What is a spar?" Pipa asked. He had never fought with someone he wasn't trying to kill.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 19, 2015 3:32:31 GMT
Today had been of slight interest, that at least could be said. Pipa had offered to buy her old Spaceship. Well, perhaps he didn't actually offer anything anyway, but at least that is what it sounded like. She looked up to the sun, Earths native star, as she flew up out of the Hover-Chair momentarily, now standing up and flying. The Chair stayed there, levitating, as Wyntre thought. "What price where you thinking?"
Hearing his words, she had gotten into a fighting position in mid-air which looked a bit like the letter 'K' from the side, if you can imagine it. "A spar is like fighting, but you're not trying to kill the rival. It's like training, sort of. You should know this. Just imagine a duel, but not to the death."
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 19, 2015 16:43:01 GMT
Pipa dug into his deep pockets, it was something he had forgotten about. One of his slaves had found it within the mountain, it was a fist sized object that sparkled in the hot sun and appeared to be clear. It was a very large diamond, probably this planets most prized mineral, and it was quite large relatively.
“I’ll give you this shiny thing for it,” Pipa told the Empress, he had no idea what the value was. He eyed her hover chair, he very much wanted to ride in the magical looking contraption… it looked entertaining to him. He let that thought pass his mind quite quickly, remembering the vile amount of power that this tiny creature could muster if he aggravated her.
“…So we would just fight, and not… kill each other?” Pipa repeated to the arcosian, with a look of bewilderment on his face. What a strange idea. “Alright… lets train.”
Pipa took a step back from the Arcosian. He would need to muster all of his hatred to transform.
(OOC: Just for ease the diamond is representing the zeni amount)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 20, 2015 2:50:14 GMT
Wyntre looked at Pipa as he had gotten a crystal out of his pocket. She had come into a close proximity of him, no longer in her Hover-Chair, to have a good look at it. Rough, yet delicate. No imperfections. Clear. Diamond. Tough, purely carbon, some gold probably got in here somewhere, somehow. This... this would be worth a fortune. She brought up her hand to shake hands with the Pipa fellow, before going back twenty meters, even if he didn't shake it. They'd make the swap-over, of course, when she gets her ship over, which itself will happen after they spar. "You've gotten yourself a deal, Pipa. Just try not to share it with any Saiyans."
She had gotten in a fighting stance herself, appearing mostly offensive, fists ready. She supposed she was to start. "Yes, that's right. Get ready." she said, as she began to charge directly at Pipa, ready, before trying to punch him around his lower chest area. This day certainly was interesting, that was for sure. She could sell her ship later. Anyhow.
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 20, 2015 22:30:13 GMT
[Demonic Will PL- About 33,000 (From a 11,000ish base at the start of the thread)]
Pipa nodded as he focused his anger, it was an endless channel so it wasn't a hard thing for him to accomplish. His body began to flex uncontrollably, and then it began to expand. Even his clothing seemed to grow with him, some sort of unnatural power was keeping his pants from ripping and exposing his legs.
"The hell is a saiya-people?" Pipa growled as the Empress charged toward him. He was full of fury, unable to think clearly.
Pipa was still very much a brute, having little formal training. Swelling up with a natural rage hurt his tactical abilities even more. By the time that the arcosian had reached him he had grown substantially. Because of his focus he was unable to block her blow, but he took her blow and went to return a blow of his own. His fist was about the size of her head, likely not the largest being that the Empress had ever fought.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 21, 2015 0:34:02 GMT
Oh, look. It seems that this Pipa fellow had some surprises... it seemed her punch hadn't done all too much, and now another one was heading her way. Drat. Wyntre tried to dash to the side to avoid this attack, but it seemed that Pipa was currently more powerful than her, and she wasn't quite fast enough, as Wyntre was sent back a few meters with a killer head-ache. She put her head to her forehead, correcting her flight-path, and giggled a little. She pressed one of the buttons on her scouter as a new Power Level popped up. While his massively increased size was kind of a give-away, but this was a new transformation of sorts. The new power level was around 33,000. "A Saiyan is another type of alien. They look a lot like humans, but they have tails. They're savage, stupid aggressive fools who'd rather throw their shit at each other than become more powerful. Don't worry about them."
That blow was quite powerful. His fist was as large, if not larger, then her entire head, and he was quite enraged. If she was to be superior in this spar, it'd be an challenge. She jumped a large step back, sending a barrage of ki blasts at him, blue in color, mostly being shot at his chest area.
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Pipa
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PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 21, 2015 20:47:27 GMT
Pipa didn't really understand why these monkey people were something the Empress had brought up, but he could care less. In all honesty they sounded intriguing, savage had been a word many had described him to be, and if there were more like him that would be an amazing sight to see. Throwing shit at an enemy sounded like an ingenious tactic that Wyntre probably just didn't understand.
Rather than allow Wyntre the breathing opportunity that would come with dodging Pipa lunged forward through the blasts of ki, charging through them as if he were running through a pelting hail that stung his body greatly. They weren’t weak blasts by any means, he could feel them welting his flesh with each little blow.
As he flew closer Pipa intended to engage Wyntre in melee yet again. He raised his boot, about the size of Wyntre’s chest, and still flying through the air moved as quickly as he could in order to attempt to plant it on her face and upper chest at a downward angel.
He intended to send her flying towards the ground, giving up the close range with a single blow was dangerous, but he could use the higher ground to his advantage in the future if his attack landed.
Regardless of what happened he knew he wouldn’t be able to continue charging through her attacks like that. It was painful enough and she was more powerful than his usual opponent. He couldn’t rely on his brute strength and endurance alone.
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