Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 25, 2015 2:23:46 GMT
The world is a terrifying place. People die, sometimes by anothers hands and sometimes by natural occurrence. Though, the first thing had opened up something that many could take into consideration. That, while you can be strong, you can be made null. As the survival of the fittest, rather than the arrival of the fittest. That he who remained at his peak, could still ward off the newly formed strength of his enemies. Natural selection.
Such, was Orache thinking. That his fathers death had come by the paws of another thing. Not a man nor woman. But a thing. And this thing would suffer by his hands alone. If he wasn't the one who paid, then the employer would. And lo and behold, tales of the damned upon the gross planet of Kold had revealed one of it's leaders historia. The legions she had command. One of those men by the name of Orion and another being K...m..nd. The name being worn from times past. But this, Empress, would pay dearly.
The cold climate truly being something. He had embraced it times before but still. It was something of a nuisance. His skin kissed by the cold shards of ice impaling his cheeks. His hair whipped to the side from the blustering winds. All the while, enduring it to await his target of choice.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 25, 2015 5:30:03 GMT
Ah, yes, the Yunzabit Highlands. Not exactly all too cold, really. Barely beyond zero, in all actuality. Quite pathetic, and nowhere near the absolute zero she was used to. It didn't really matter, though, because she was enjoying it enough anyway. She stood, her Hover-Chair nowhere near her, which was unusual, and her feet crunched in the relatively cold snow as she looked around in a full circle. Her scouter had alarmed her, beeping, as she put her finger to it. 23,952? Not too high, not too low. Whatever it is, if it wants a fight, it'd get an execution. She giggled to herself. She wasn't at any threat. She stood there, in her Suppressed Form, enjoying the cold. She laughed to herself as, now leaning down, she grabbed a hand of snow and began to analyze it. Unusual amounts of oxygen. A little too much carbon. Only around 99.8% dihydrogen monoxide, if I had to guess...
Crunching the snow beneath her fingers, it turned into water and fell to the ground again as Wyntre smiled. Such a pretty place, the Yunzabit Highlands. It would be a shame to see a Saiyan come and corrupt it with aggression and stupidity, as that is the only thing their good for. The Power Level on her Scouter wasn't something she was worrying about, not for now, anyway.
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 25, 2015 5:41:35 GMT
He was unable to sense the evil that lurk. Lacking a scouter and the power to sense chi, he had to configure a plan. He was peaceful, wondering what was to come of him. Unaware that the vile stench of Wyntre was the strange scent his nose scrunched up and wriggled to when he had first landed. He was a sitting goose, but had thought of how he'd handle any threat to come his way. He knew, that if he was using brute strength against an opponent, would lead him to his demise. Strength and agility, doubled with a flavored fighting style and strategy.
That, won the fight.
Orache simply stood. His arms crosses and legs apart. Looking st the hazed earth below the highland. Nothing down there would have caught his eye or interested him: For it was nothing but a spinning rock with things that resemble his own.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 25, 2015 5:56:09 GMT
According to her scouter, the near-bye Scouter was going in some directions, moving. Perhaps, whatever it was, was lost? She could always help it find it's way. Slowly, her feet left the ground as she had begun to fly, but this could not be seen in the haze of the snow. It was like a vast layer of fog, it was, made out of snow, storm and wind. Arcosian vision was a little bit better than a Saiyans or a humans, although not by much. Normally this might help her, but her scouter already detailed his, or her, for all she knew, location.
After having relocated slowly, she dropped to the ground behind the being, making an audible crunch sound on contact with the soft snow. While the snowy haze stopped her full vision, she could definitely see a tail. A Saiyan. She looked to the hair. She knew that hair, that was... that was... she remembered back to the day she met Rain. There was another Saiyan there, Orache was his name. A stupid name it was. She remembered the day well. She was on the top of the mountain, before Orache came up and attacked her out of the aggressive stupidity that all Saiyans had. He didn't stand any of a chance, of course, against her Suppressed Form. She also met Rain soon after, who was one of the few Saiyans to listen to logic, even if he was only half Saiyan. But then again, it could be another Saiyan. "Orache, correct?"
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 25, 2015 6:58:12 GMT
"Hm?" The boy grunted, arching a brow. His name called and the sound of footsteps crushing the snow. The sheet of white that overlay the ground having a marking left in the shape of a disgusting three toe footprint. A normal human or Saiyan, even a Namekian, would have left a five toe footmark. Either way, he was greeted by a familiar voice. The woman known as Wyntre had come to the Highland for some reason. And he didn't know why.
"Huh? Can I help you, cretin?" Orache responded, turning his body around to face the midget. He was rather impressed that someone of her caliber would remember a monkeys name. Those Arcosians, racist creatures. Always referring to the other as a planet of apes. And while it wasn't true at all, they still used the slang for them at all time. Oh well, one would think after hearing it in repetition. Orache had to hold himself from fighting. He and the dictator were on equal footing, this time.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 25, 2015 7:10:44 GMT
Oh, of course. He called her by a name that was false in all regards. A cretin? Pathetic. As usual, he called her by a name meant to insult, and in no way true, or even justified. However, when an Arcosian calls a Saiyan a monkey, well. They should thank them, for what they are, well. That's far, far worse. But, by most accounts they are monkeys. Aggressive. Stupid. Tailed. Haired. It was so nearly impossible to tell the difference. Oh wait, never mind. She got the way. One of these swings from place to place, throwing their shit at each other and fighting for no reason, all the way eating way too much. The other is a monkey.
"I was merely going to ask if you where lost. Need anything while I'm here?" she said, trying to be nice, knowing full well that her politeness will not be returned.
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 25, 2015 16:14:13 GMT
She was being nice. That was strange. For something as wretched and lacking of morale, it was showing something that only a creature with compassion and feelings could. Hell, a dog could show more emotion and niceness than the Arcosian trash that stood before him. At least, though, a dog didn't wreck and ruin everything it would possibly touch, rather it would provide a sense of help and alliance. Though, the sneaky and reckless Arcosians simply brought unease to everywhere they trekked. Even the Saiyajins, savage and strong, didn't betray their allied forces.
"Far from it. Just thinking; How my father was killed. By the hands of a monster. Do you have anything I could work with? If not, please- Leave before I have to get violent." He answered in short, leaving no small detail. He was to the point, choosing not to entertain the empress and listen to her annoying voice.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 26, 2015 6:18:14 GMT
What was this? He wasn't trying to attack her, blindly state her wrong without any evidence or, the most common one, throw his excrement at her? You couldn't make this up, it's improbable. It's like a baboon beating a genius at chest, only the genius is a supercomputer, the baboon is a rat and the chess set is actually an IQ test. Wyntre was proud for a moment. Her people where no where near his people in cruelty. She actually paid her forces. She didn't stab them in the backs. She didn't kill her soldiers blindly. She was nice and benevolent. Well, not wholly, but they where way closer to it then these fools.
"Well, that mostly depends. I've killed few Saiyans, but I can't say that for my minions. Care to share his name, or do you think I'd curse him with it? Heh." she said, humorously. He sure was acting a lot better than last time, though, because he wasn't visibly cursing everything, pointlessly attacking her without reason and smearing his shit over everything to try to show territory.
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 26, 2015 20:20:31 GMT
I guess I'm doing good. Just need to keep this up..if I can get more out of her, I wont need to worry about waiting the next time. Dont worry, father- I'll avenge your death. Even if it kills me.
Orache had thought silently. Allowing the proud slime mutant to speak her words. He had restrained himself greatly, her politeness simply angered and aggravating him. Just keep it going, he thought. His eyes had shut down tight but relaxing after a few seconds. Showing no fear in the presence of the bitch. He had hated her, only because of her involvement with his birth father. Otherwise, it would have been for being an Arcosian. A different reason would have been for employing a demon such as K..ra..nd.
Krand?
Ora cocked his head to the side, cracking his neck to the sides. Waiting to loosen before engaging in further conversation. Refusing to attack a monster was like refusing to attack a terrorist. Like a cat who won't capture a mouse. A dog who refuses to chew on bones or hunt, but rather eat grass and vegetation. It simply wasn't supposed to be- Yet it was, unfortunately. His pride was beginning to pain him from going against it.
"Orion and Krand."
He spoke calmly, feeling small remorse for not booming out and striking her down where she stood.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 27, 2015 0:59:02 GMT
That was a name she remembered. Orion, though, she had never heard of a 'Krand' before. She noted how his muscles tensed at multiple areas, he was surely itching to attack. That would be his death sentence. She remembered, though, to where she had remembered Orion. A stupid Saiyan, really. They met at a wrestling match, he became her minion, and when she was trying to recruit Pipa and Zexama, he randomly appeared and committed suicide. However, she knew quite well that saying this would anger Orache considerably, and she was always quite polite. After all, she never forgets a name. She then remembered how Koramund came up to Orache and slurped him up. "You probably mean Koramund. He absorbed your father, who was one of my soldiers at the time."
There. That was polite, wasn't it? It wasn't like she lied or anything, no. She completely left out the suicide part, which was good. She also also left out how Koramund was her minion, but she didn't actually mean to do so. Imagine what that would do to his demented sense of pride. She looked over to him, tensed. This was normally the part in which a Saiyan disregards all logic and randomly attacks anything in site. She better be careful. Either way, she'd let him have this information so that he could go out in search of this Koramund. He wouldn't win the battle, of course, even with Oozaru, but all minions need some good cannon fodder. After all, he is only a monkey. Unintelligent, overly-aggressive. If you want any proof of this, get any Saiyan ever. Truly. It's in their blood. Their corruption, it's in their blood. They are a blight upon reality genetically. When she wins, and it's not a mere if, she'd keep some nice Saiyans in captivity and breed the aggressive strains out of them. Then all of the intelligence hinders. So on and so forth. Until, in the end, you're left with Saiyans that won't shit on, eat or fight everything, as they usually do.
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 27, 2015 1:23:51 GMT
"I knew that. I simply wanted confirmation. As for the 'Koramumd' beast, I'd like to find him. You must have some kind of information on where it is." Orache asked, his eyes remaining shut. He only wanted to find out and slay the monster who dared desecrate his fathers memory and dead corpse. He'd pay dearly. While concealing his incredible emotion, Orache had already begun dreaming of tearing its skull off, drinking from his head and using him as a bowl for eating. To use his tail as a means of whipping or even choking someone else out. However, those times would require more things to lead up to it. Soon. Soon.
"Please. I care not of our difference in power. But once I destruct the monster, I'll sort you out. For now, it is truce." Orache stepped forward, his shut eyes calm and his voice dulcet and without hostility. "If you wont tell me, I guess it'd make sense to give and be on my way. However; I am a Saiyan born of a gladiator. I will fight you for it."[/font]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 27, 2015 1:35:45 GMT
Oh, the fool. Yes, she very well does know of his location. Koramund was, for all she cared, dead. If this fool was trying his father, he had something else coming. Koramund was potentially a mighty powerhouse of raw strength. His tricky techniques and complete power make for a tricky foe to combat. If this Orache fellow had any amount of a brain, he'd run to the stars and never come back. But, this would never happen. He was a Saiyan, itching for a fight. He'd want to destroy Koramund, that much was clear. And Wyntre was potentially a way to this.
"Yes, I know of his location. Always do. You truly must be a misled fool, however, if you think you stand any chance against my might. You know what? You could leave here with the information you desire. A spar, that's what I want. Your full power versus this: a mere infinitesimal portion of my power. If I'm impressed, I'll give you his location."
She laughed, now, for the fool was falling for it. It wasn't a trap of an sort, though, it was much simpler. She enjoyed destroying Saiyans. Orache would be the sacrifice to achieve this. Such a pitiful, pathetic weakling. He couldn't even make a scratch on her Suppressed Form, and that was saying something. "Since you don't have a scouter, I'll simply let you know. You don't have a chance in hell."
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 27, 2015 1:46:31 GMT
"Fine. I wont argue with that." Gotcha. You're arrogance precedes you, old lizard.
Orache's eyes fluttered open. His inhaling of oxygen dispelled as he exhale greatly, spreading his legs apart. His right leg in front of his left and his back arched over, right arm by his ribs whereas his left was over the right knee. The teenager's lips curving into an frown. Brows arched into a serious expression. Disdain and anger fueling his every movement onward into the fight. The sight of an Arcosian who sought the defeat of his race and the need to belittle all of his own making his blood boil. Nothing could stop him. Even if she was more powerful than he.
"Shut your mouth. Dont disappoint me, otherwise you really wont be worth my time." Ora commented, darting toward the midget and aiming his fist. The limb jutting for her jaw- Though the blow being pulled the few seconds to issue a serious feint. The pulled straight followed up by his movement to utilize his Bukujutsu and dart into the air for a moment only to commence forward and usher a double handed axe punch for her jewel. The objective to destruct or crack her skull.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 27, 2015 2:19:45 GMT
((Since yesterday you had 23,952, I assume you had less when you joined. But meh, you can have that. Wyntre at 31,233. Not with-in 25% range.))
Truly, pathetic. She smiled to herself, for she had won this day. The fight literally hadn't begun yet, and still she had won. She merely leaned forward, her hands open and with her palms facing towards her. Her left foot was in front of her right and her face looked down, while her eyes looked directly at him. All in all, it was very similar to this. She was so, extremely very confident. The stupid Saiyan, he thought he stood a chance. Pathetic, honestly. She had readied herself for the attack. "Oh, don't worry, I won't disappoint. Although, if your demented twisted vision tells you that I had, then don't worry. The feeling is mutual, you're extremely disappointing too. Don't feel like there's any pressure on you to succeed, we all know you're only delaying my imminent victory. Not very well, I might add."Haha. She got ready for his obvious attack. She had readied one hand to block his blow to her jaw. However, it was a fake. A feint. a trick. Cheating. He momentarily flew up in the air, giving her time to prepare for whatever he was going to do now. But then he saw what he was going to do and did nothing. His punch hit her cranial bio-gem, but there was no crack. Not even a tiny impediment. Truly, he was a fool. "Really? First, you resort to cheating, and then you try to attack my Cranial Bio-gem? Truly, stupid. You couldn't have picked a worse part to hit. That bio-gem has a purpose, you know, protecting the insides. It's practically invulnerable, even to opponents that outmatch you many times. Now that I've given away some nice information, shall we continue? After all, it's my turn now..."Now we're getting serious. she had gotten in another position, although not too indifferent from the last one, as she laughed. With extreme, barely comprehensible speeds, she came in and tried, likely successfully, to, with her left knee, hit him in the groin before trying to elbow him in the back of the neck, even if his groin attack didn't hit, and then, no matter what happened to the other two attacks, she trip her over with her tail before flying up into the air, ready for his attack.
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 27, 2015 11:55:11 GMT
Little distance between us. Likely to use the tail, probably a choker or trip. Hands might be quick, ominous feeling. My hands, they're getting sweaty..precipitation levels gotta be kept here. Too much sign of excitement can lead to a feral outburst, and that wouldn't help my case for a damn thing. Alright:
"You fool!"
Orache boomed, his eyes darting toward all of her limbs and tail. The ghastly thing something to beware of, though her hands and disgustingly three toed feet another favor in the outcome of defeat. Indeed, while the Arcosians were extremely high and mighty, boasting an "I'm greater than you'll ever be" type of attitude, they knew how to move themselves. It was quite a shame. Though- This one had the pleasure of outdoing an Saiyan. One of the greatest raves in the universe. The worlds strongest. The answer to natural selection. Those that were surviving through fitness, rather than arriving already fit. They were the ones who came on top.
Her knee! The damned thing- It tried for his glory. Unfortunately for his opponent, she'd be denied the dirty tactic; As he protectively raised his knee in defense, the two colliding for the moment versus her elbow being successive in bludgeoning his neck. Lastly, her tail. The telegraphy far too obvious not to counteract. He'd jump a short hop at most, avoiding the fifth limb before darting up to greet the lizard. His right hand clenched into a tight fist as he rocket, his left grappled onto the right wrist.
His jaded green aura burning around his form, he closed their gap without hesitation nor fear. His selected fist cocking out from his chest and toward the female- Quickly pausing before impact. Wait for it..wait- and continue! He attempted to feint a feint. Had he been successful in the initial clock to her skull, he twist around for a full three-hundred and sixty degree side kick for her hipbone only to be followed up by a guttural cry of battle and a nasty uppercut.
Final Revenger attempt.
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