Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Jan 25, 2015 4:07:19 GMT
(Heavy Weights on) (Learning Su Biological Tension / Ki Sense)
Koramund sat by himself, his eyes glowing crimson with rage and hatred. The negative emotions gave off the dark crimson lightning that trailed down his daemonic form, releasing tiny clouds of vapor. The vapor released hints towards his true power, all near by scouters reading a 300,000 power level, radiating from the vapor. The hatred was formed from his lack of skill, the inability to finally master the ultimate "World Maker" skill he was creating. He snarled his pure white teeth, roaring out his howl, quivering the snow and ice around himself. His skills had to get better, but how?! He thought about combining his body warping skills with his special obliteration slaughter rain, but what would that achieve? The drilled mechanics began to form inside Koramund's head, more and more illusions and hallucinations forming. He was supposed to be a monster that slaughtered everything, drinking the bio-mass of all, but he continued to be against that, making him a savage. It was damning, and it was finally time to obey his programming.
Koramund slowly stalked up to a house, joyful singing coming from the door. The wooden door was a rarity, showing it's worth in this isolated northern land. The mutant gripped the rich door, shattering it into pathetic wood chips in his tensed hand. He tossed the door away like it was trash, no worth in the bloody remains of the dead. He entered the home, as it melted into a Igloo, and there were three little children singing with their mother. The father sat in the corner smiling, sharpening a spear, the sparks scattering around into the cold dirt, forming steam clouds. The father saw Koramund first, lifting up his spear, speaking in a language Koramund did not understand, but fear is something that always stuck out. His eyes were glowing thermal, and his prey was right infront of him. However, the matter tasted best once it was... tested. His tail whipped forward, gripping the throat of the little girl, and dragging her to the monstrosity, all of his morality dripping off him like paint. The girl had fine cute little details, roundish, chubby. Decent for cold, not good for the heat. Tastes decent though, as she screamed in horror, her flesh dripping into the tail. They looked in horror as the beast obeyed and submitted to the slaughter, but this time he had a little more fun.
Two snapped necks, a impale with a spear, and then finally a drunk mother later, the beast finished consuming its prey. His glowing eyes gazed out of the Igloo, which he stepped out of. He dragged behind himself a corpse, the dead father, his face stuck in a screaming pose, with a spear through his throat, the blood already dry from the fire. The gory mess Koramund left things in, was definitely going to drive someone insane, but it was clear Koramund either went off the deep end himself, or his darker purpose has finally been discovered...
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 25, 2015 4:59:22 GMT
((Entering with Base 31,233PL, you with 38,529PL. Just in case it changes.))
Wyntre was happily minding her own business, mostly because, when minding her own business, it is quite hard to not be happy, especially with a job like hers. She is an Empress, after all, the responsibilities come down crashing. They may as well rename the position 'Paper-work signer'. However, for now, finally, she was minding her own business. She was in her Hover-Chair, of course, a wine in her hand and a pen in her other. A pen, you might ask? What would she use a pen for, if she wasn't doing paperwork? Well, I'll tell you. She was doing paperwork. Boring, drabby pathetic paperwork. Want to conquer a planet? Needs to be signed. Want to cook a special kind of dinner? Needs to be signed. Want to do something, anything? Needs to be signed. Do you have an itch on your back? Needs to be signed. Minion has a sick day off? Needs to be signed. Someone wants to make a documentary detailing her life? Talk about her life, and then sign something! Livid fans want her to autograph their chest? Needs to be signed. Hopefully with acid.
You see? Even with nearly a hundred minions also helping to sign things, she could never, and I say, NEVER, get a break to do anything. Except maybe drink wine and look at pretty things. You know what? Stuff it! She's going to double the signers and ask them to give her the important ones. Because, of course, she'd want to look at anything that could potentially destroy them if nothing is done. Oh well. She was going to initiate that, right now! She was going to- WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-? Was that? No, that couldn't be. That power. The scouter, her scouter, it said it was Koramund. That couldn't be right. Koramund was roughly equal to her Brute Form, but this? This was nearly her True Form. This... this couldn't be right. His Power Level was partly erratic, too, it didn't look too well. Whatever it was, she decided she should go check it out. After all, her True Form would be slightly stronger. So, she pressed a button on her scouter as a map popped up. She headed in that direction...
With any luck, he wasn't killing any humans. Their peace was fragile enough.
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Jan 25, 2015 18:21:45 GMT
Koramund stood by himself, applying his strange chemicals to the wood to make it stretch until he put it in the right position. He stomped, ripping the Igloo in half, then impaling the spear into the remains. The corpse hung like the gallows from the spear, his screaming mouth and eyes pure white and dry. The commotion drew people into the area, the heavy-cloaked men and women screaming in horror, screaming over who did it. The monstrous Koramund stretched his eyes above the ground, scouting the thermal life from his recent additions of muscle and tactics. He slowly twisted the eyes, spotting the largest Igloo, at the middle of the village. He knew that the largest building would also hold his greatest prize, and before he could finish his thought he was inside the building. It was much bigger then a normal igloo, and to hold up its own weight, it had a massive pillar that penetrated the middle of the room, and what was around this pillar? Lots of little children, all of them looking to the newly disguised Koramund.
The wide eyes starred at him, full of wonder and confusion, but soon they would be filled with death. Chemicals dripped from Koramund, becoming smaller copies of himself, all in thick robes. A little girl ran up, grabbing the edge of Koramund's robe, and asked with pure delight, "Are we being adopted?" Apparently a lot of violent and evil parents who could not keep or handle their kids sent them here to freeze to death. Poor things, he almost felt sorry for them, almost. The girl smiled, tugged a little harder and said, "Huh? Huh?" More of the kids ran up, asking the same question, while some were just trying to look nice. Their efforts were in vain, when the robed beings expanded into fleshy orbs, entrapping as many children as they could, while Koramund spewed out another chemical combination, sealing the door shut. His crimson eyes looked straight into their bodies, noticing every heart beat, every drop of sweat, every tear. The salt would prove the perfect condiment for his supper.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! The blood splattered across the northern white ice...
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 25, 2015 19:54:33 GMT
(PL: 23,654.) The saiya-jin sits in a blizzard, eyes closed, corpse-like. Her demeanor was a deathly pale. The wind was bitingly cold on her skin, her heartbeat had slowed to a death-like state, her lungs barely functioning. She was practicing inner peace, a resolution most tested by the blithering storm, the sub-zero squall of sand-like ice pelting her body. Despite all of these pressures, she felt at zen. There were strange moments like this scattered throughout her life, when the chaos of her disorienting mind fell into a slumber, and her rage took a bitter rest. She was satisfied in the knowledge that her peers were training, and she could take an hour to reflect on certain paths for herself. The trail of destiny had many branches, but if you were to look back, you would only see one road.
Her scouter blips. The silence was broken.
Her eyes snap open, her lip twists into a snarl. She jumps to her feet. Two power-levels, nearby. Both stronger than her, one at a stratospheric level. The number fluctuates, averaging at around three-hundred thousand. She growls. Yet another milestone to reach. She hoped that the number wasn't the resting state of that being, though at the rate things were going for her, she wouldn't be surprised.
The other was a number closer to her own, manageable. She tuts, air hissing between her teeth, before rising with the storm. A flicker of white lightning illuminates her target, a vast, seething blanket of angry cloud. She plunges through it.
It was fortunate, then, that this event was to happen on the week of the moon. Should she be able to best that higher power, she would need her own best. The oozaru transformation would significantly help to close the power gap.
Plunging through the clouds, her eyes fall on the great, orbiting satellite. It was just the right time of month; the sun, while out, was still reflecting at the perfect angle off of the moon's face. The bruits waves flooded her retinas.
The ape plunges down, laughs booming across the frozen wasteland. Lady Death collides with the ground, sending an earth-shattering quake across the plain, and a cloud of ice, water and dirt mushrooms into the air.
(PL:236,540)
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 25, 2015 21:22:36 GMT
(23,952.)
Silence. The wind was whipping and terrifying for most. Snow stabbing his cheeks as he stand alone, his body shielded by the basic wear on his back and legs. His wrist and ankle warmers providing a standard form of warmth. His eyes shut and his hair whipping to the side. Rough and moving quickly to the side. His previous clash against the lizard proving quite the battle. He wad bruised a tad, but nothing the coldness of the world couldn't help. He'd better himself, strengthen his muscle and willpower to points in which he couldn't be broken. To become..not immortal, but extraordinary in power.
My doubt. I've been getting stronger, getting ready. I, am the arrival. I am fittest. As I'm the fittest and I'm arriving, does that make me the one who is defeated? Or is it that I become the one who survives, as akin to the survival of the fittest. Either way, I'll become the one who lives to the end. Hardened and becoming a demon of land.
Orache had thought such monologues. Considering the world around him and how it was to be treated. His shut eyes going from an abyssal black to a glimmer of red and white. The fusion of the two shades causing him yo open his lids in curiosity. Wondering as to what it was that had caused the epileptic occurrence. One could assume in what the gateway to the form of ascension. He rose, his eyes kept shut, deciding to join the earthlings below him. He had taken Jingle as a state of residence of some time. However, he had strayed and become his own rather than a tailed assistance for the useless men and women. As he dropped into the village, he came with a bang. The snow around sent flying in all eight directions, the boy standing up and gazing to the stars. His eyes taking a tint of crimson red, his face being pulled out and scrunched into a snout. Hazel brown fur sprouting and growing on his limbs, a fetal instinct coming over him, only to be slain.
As he grew, he had pounded his fists against his chest in dominance, giving a hearty howl to alert the earthlings and hopefully, any other Saiyan's around the horizon.
(239,520.)
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Ize
Rising Soul
PL: 8,960; Brute Form (x5): 44,800; True Form(x10): 89,600; Items: Green Scouter, One-Use Space Pod, 1 5,000PL Guard; Zeni: 40
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Post by Ize on Jan 25, 2015 22:32:54 GMT
(PL: 3,121)
Ah yes, the bitter cold Ize's favorite of all temperatures, almost like the freezing snow of Arcose the planet he had only recently left... why? Why would Ize leave the planet he knew as home? He wanted a planet, that's right he wants to own this planet, he left Arcose for his own selfish needs and- wait is that a village? Ah, civilization, about time that Ize found a community to meet... or intimidate, enslave, kill-oh wait that's Koramund's current job!
Ize found a tall-ish hill to stand on to see what inhabits the city but what grabbed his attention first? A giant monkey! He looked up to the sky and thought 'That can't be good' as he stared at the full moon. He shook the thoughts of the saiyan from his head and looked back down to the village and saw the bright red blood staining the white icy ground "Okay this is bad. A saiyan and a psychopath." Ize sighed and flew down to the village to investigate whatever was going on, hopefully the Oozaru couldn't see him and hopefully mental Koramund was feeling merciful... yep he's doomed.
He walked into an igloo an-oh merciful Kami... That looks painful, Ize looked on at the several dead bodies littering the floor. Whoever did this was obviously powerful and shows no mercy whatsoever "I need to go into True right no or I'm next." Ize clenched his fists and charged all of his energy to transform into his True Form, the entire igloo collapsing from his power. "Time to investigate..."
(PL: 31,210)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 26, 2015 6:32:38 GMT
Oh for-
She looked over a village. It wasn't all too advanced, and it was sort of small, but that didn't hinder, but rather advance, her finding of Koramund. It was pretty obvious, actually. There was blood smeared all over a few areas, and a few dead corpses. Damnit Koramund! Now I have to get rid of the witnesses! Suddenly, her scouter beeped. Someone at twenty three thousand. Another beep. Another one at twenty three thousand. Oh, wait, she thought, as her scouter has registered it. Orache is here, for whatever reason. Oh, and another beep... Ize, and he's gotten better from earlier. Perhaps they where, too, drawn to the power. Not bothering to find where Koramund was located, she simply stood there, flying, without her Hover-Chair, fifty meters above the ground. She looked down and saw multiple scared villagers. Pathetic, really.
"KORAMUND, FOR FRIEZA'S SAKE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Orache, Ize and the unknown fighter where all coming in this location, if her scouter wasn't lying. They'd probably only cause trouble. What the hell was he doing anyway? Just in case it was needed, Wyntre had begun to charge a Full-Power Death Beam. You can never ever, EVER, be too careful, especially if you're the Empress of the Galaxy. She also sent a text to anyone nearby with a Scouter. Yes, you can do that. It read 'And you might you lot be?', sent to Ize, Orache and- wait, no. She knew those too. Only to the other scouter, who she didn't know was Zucceta.
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Koramund
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Tag: @koramund
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Post by Koramund on Jan 26, 2015 11:07:27 GMT
Koramund opened his crimson eyes, standing in the middle of a digested pool of children, slurping up the dark green fluids back into himself. His eyes flashed, scanning the near by environment, and what did he see? Two giant monkeys. Power levels, 239 and 236, equals 475, and he would only be a 308, damn it. Then he spotted two power levels at 31, one looked like Wyntre, and the other was, some random Arcosian. He had to allocate his resources accordingly, and because of such, he phased straight through the main Igloo, morphing into a liquid to twirl around Wyntre, and reform into his normal form. His crimson eyes were unsettling, because every day prior they were emerald green. He smiled, showing his razor teeth and said "Mistress Wyntre, must you always ruin my snacks? How might I serve?" He snapped, unleashing his Obliteration Slaughter Rain, trying to murder each and every pathetic morsel he could not drink.
-------------------------------------- OSR - 9'632 PL
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 26, 2015 21:51:50 GMT
"KORAMUND, FOR FRIEZA'S SAKE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The daemonic ape growls, lifting her eyes in the air. An Arcosian, dead in her sights. It was rare that she had come across her kind when in her previous squad, but she'd met a couple. Always antagonistic to saiyans, like they had a stick up their ass. In fairness, her kind acted in kind. It was like a deep-running feud, lizard and monkey, serpent and ape. She chuckles, clapping her hands. If it came down to it, it wouldn't get any better than this, using her new mastery over her ape form.
There were countless bodies, brutally scattered. She smirks. If the pathetic weaklings couldn't protect themselves from whatever beast was destroying them, then they deserved all they got.
But wait... Koramund. The name was familiar to the evil Vegetan. Yes, they had met previously, around the fire that she had lit. He was the third intruder to one of those times of inner peace, unbroken by turmoil. She had considered him an annoyance, one that had barked numbers at her. He was polite, his ability to body-morph a little unsettling, but he had not seemed like the type to murder villagers. She smiles. Impressive.
But his appearance seemed different, twisted. If Zucceta had the capacity to imbue an appearance with morality, she might of regarded it as evil. But Zucceta was incapable of morality, the tree of knowledge a far-off dream. She knew one thing. That one thing was that, when her blood pumped like this, someone's blood would be spilled. She received a message that blipped along her scouter: "And you might you be?" I might be someone who doesn't know how to use this scouter's messaging function, nor respond to you.
The beast released his genocide fireworks, a rain of neon chi that, while aimed at the villagers, also had a couple aimed at Zucceta. She grins, swotting a couple away with her great agility, before opening her mouth and catching a blast in her mouth. She closes her jaw, and smoke blows from her nose. "A delicious treat!" She purs, her voice booming across the village that was becoming a waste. It was deeper, sure, but still decidedly feminine.
"Baron Crimson! A mighty fine work you have made of these people! I am genuinely impressed!" She chuckles, all the while drawing chi into her belly. Her scouter had blipped, registering that the Arcosian had begun charging her energy. It could never pay to be too careful, especially when you were the scourge of all hope.
"Is this your master?" She calls out, two giant red digits staring at the Arcosian.
(charge uno)
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Ora
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Post by Ora on Jan 28, 2015 0:45:03 GMT
The gargantuan force of primitive strength continued inward with the boisterous act. His fists banging against his chest with rapid succession, a blood curdling boom of the voice filling the air. While he had mastered the power and brains needed to use the form freely, it still required small work. Just to keep himself from going ape-shit and smacking every single thing he had looked upon. His blood red eyes had been in the sole shade, though his vision not impaired. Leading him, to the visible Oozaru but a few away.
Quickly, he had stamped over. Looking quite silly, before moving onward onto a much more efficient means of quick travel. His legs apart and his hands between them, going front then behind. Much like how an Earth ape or gorilla would move in such ways. Closing the amount of feet away, he stopped and gandered upon Zucceta, Wyntre as well as Koramund- Whom seemed to be quite feral, himself. The Arcosian mutation unknown to him, albeit the natural one being not far from his knowledge. His jaw clamped together, refusing to even utter a word of greeting.
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Ize
Rising Soul
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Post by Ize on Jan 28, 2015 13:22:18 GMT
Ize was looking up towards the sky where Wyntre and the unknown monster were flying. Whatever that thing was he expected it to have drank every living thing but it appeared that it knew Wyntre. For a moment Ize was relieved but that moment soon passed when the creature fired an attack, Ize did not get directly hit by the attack but an igloo that did get hit collapsed on top of him. Once he buried himself out of the pile of bodies and snow he saw an ape. Well it turns out the Oozaru could talk, no saiyan Ize had ever met knew how to do that while in their Oozaru form. Ize heard the Ape's booming voice ask the question and he genuinely wondered what the answer was as well.
Ize waited for either Wyntre or Baron Crimson, as the money called him, to answer but at that moment another Oozaru showed up. He expected for one of them to turn and attack him but that never happened. Ize actually wondered if the Saiyans were here to fight anyways. It'd be quite unusual for a Saiyan to not attempt to kill an Arcosian but this was a strange planet so you couldn't be quite sure. After a while Ize just flew up as well to see who or what that thing was. As he got closer he noticed that Baron Crimson looked like an Arcosian in some ways just, crooked.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 29, 2015 6:04:20 GMT
Wyntre was busy dealing with Koramund, but no, fate had said no. Two stupid monkeys popped up. Making little out of this, she practically ignored them completely. She had also got back a message, she noted, from the message she sent with her scouter. It read 'I might be someone who doesn't know how to use this scouter's messaging function, nor respond to you', which was weird, considering that if they didn't know how to use it, they wouldn't have sent it. They're either stupid or just a smart-ass, probably both. Oh well. She replied briefly. 'You're a Saiyan.' she replied, not accusingly. It wasn't a question either. No, it was much simply. It was just a statement, a true one. She didn't know that for sure, of course, but only a Saiyan can physically be this rude. She felt weak for a moment because of the massive power of both Koramund and the Oozaru, one of which was apparently trying to talk to KittymondKoramund. "Well, I'm sorry to ruin the fun, but Earth and Arcose have a shifty connection I want to keep intact. Whenever you do this in the future, be sure to get rid of all of the human witnesses. Simians too. Where'd you get this power, may I ask? And are you absolutely sure there are no witnesses?" She was still feeling quite weak. Her power level was a little over 30,000, while these guys... They where in the hundreds of thousands. She better power up. Brute Form will do. Suddenly, all scouters nearby would alarm them to a readily increasing Power Level. Wyntre's arms and legs quadrupled in muscle size. Her chest increased even more so in size and sheer buff-ness. After a few seconds of different parts of her body increasing in size several-fold, only her head and neck where left as, for a moment, she looked ridiculous. Straining her muscles as she changed to a combat position for some reason, finally, her head popped up in size to fit the rest of her head. Finally, for those with a keen eye, they would notice her horns, once straight, have elongated and turn midway from their ordinary direction directly up. A menacing sight indeed. She then remembered something. Something big. That was an Oozaru Orache, over there, she figured. "Oh, and Kora, for your information, over there is Orache. You absorbed his father, Orion, and I'm pretty sure he wants to kill you. A lot."
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 29, 2015 8:07:30 GMT
(Didn't send the message, heh. Was her 'thought bubble'.)
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Jan 29, 2015 10:58:08 GMT
Koramund floated high in the air, his tail counting each and every last corpse, not a single survivor remaining. He smiled, his blood red eyes glowing their bright crimson on the icy snow. Koramund called out to Zucceta, "Yes Mistress Death, my master Mistress Wyntre, the leader of the Arcosians, is right here. Though unfortunately for you, Her base power level is a few thousand above yours, leading to her transformation accelerating beyond your grasp, I suggest retreat and wait for next month's full moon." Then the beast turned his eyes to Wyntre, smiling with creepy razor teeth, tiny pupils, and all the white in his eyes behind filled with pitch black darkness. He spoke out, "You do remember Mistress Wyntre, you are not paying me? That means I am technically only a community service worker, so by definition of law, I am my own person, and all the blame goes onto me. If it were not for Monkey See - Monkey Do, I would be enjoying a large ass feast!"
Then, Koramund's eyes finally became all pitch black. The tiny white dots formed, with Koramund bellowing out a hollow screech of hell itself. Koramund gripped his forearms, unraveling two tiny plates of weights. He dropped the white weights, letting them fall down. You would think they were light right? WRONG! The ground would explode under him, as the weights together weighted 5242.8 METRIC TONS! The scariest thing is that Koramund said, "My heavy weights just restricted my power level by a fourth, with this fact displayed, my restrained power is strong enough to deal out 1748 metric tons worth of force." He snickered, but finally decided to answer both Wyntre and Orache's question, "You see, I have a transformation known as.. Bio-Metabolise. If I drink a very powerful foe, my transformation goes from a X3, to a X8. This allows a great deal more power, but unfortunately it pales in comparison to my transformation I am soon to get, one that surpasses even the legend known as the Super Saiyan. All because I ate his father apparently."
Koramund floated silently in mid air, before he gave his crazy smile once more, saying, "I will grant you 33 seconds." The dark sound of a child's music box played from Koramund's tail, as he tried to creep out and horrifying them all. He sung for all 33 seconds to the box, his hollow voice filled with pure malice, and it was clear something was going to happen. (He sings this during everyone's post for the round) "Can you hear it? The music box, it counts down slowly - It echoes, my music box It plays song sweelty Let's all dance to the sweet melody 'Til you drop... down... DEAD.
Can you hear it? There's children crying "Help me" softly. They echo, their quiet sobs, they entertain me. Won't you play my favorite song again? Oh well. It's... too.. late..."
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 29, 2015 17:26:13 GMT
Zucceta barks a laugh, pointing a great finger at Koramund, the digit about the size of his body. "Your pathetic reliance on 'power-levels' will be your downfall, Baron! Mathematics will only carry you so far!" she chuckles, glancing at her scouter. It was, admittedly, a good measure of strength, and it would be blatant idiocy to just ignore the numbers, but Zucceta knew there was always a way to beat the odds. Her power-level had been impossibly low for the planet she had been sent to, her chances of survival had been considered a zero-sum, and yet here she was, rippling with great ape energy and staring down a creepy Arcosian and her pet serpent.
She twists around, and grins at her fellow saiya-jin. "Orache! Looks like we're in for a treat." She cackles, a belch of smoke bellowing from her simian nostrils as her voice booms across the wastes. Then, from the ground, another Arcosian had risen from the bodies. Had he been playing dead? She chuckled, shaking her head. What was it with these guys?
Wyntre transformed. Her form enlarged, muscles bulking and popping with the sound of tearing, a biology unleashed by releasing her a barrier, accessing another level of natural chi. Zucceta imagined she was supposed to be impressed by the Empress, but instead she simply frowns. "Is that as big as you serpents get?" she sneers, pounding a fist on her chest. While not immediately hostile, Zucceta was riled for a fight, with either the mutant or the queen, she wasn't picky. She wanted something new and tasty between her teeth, was all.
"I suppose a formal introduction is necessary! I am Zucceta, with the given title of Lady Death, though 'mistress' will suffice." She mocks a curtsy, her laugh booming across the frigid icescape. "I am pleased to be acquainted with you, Empress. May we have many fine battles!"
The woman glances over to her male ape counterpart. "So the great Baron, who seems to be having a moment, is the one who killed daddy-dearest. Perhaps now is the time, hm?" she nods at Orache, a tone of seriousness to her voice. She could get behind the cause of vengeance, even if it was not her own.
And then Koramund released his bellow, as if he had summoned it from the chaos of Hades. Zucceta is silent for a moment, cocking her head to the side, before her shoulders begin to shake with a laughter she cannot suppress, even as he speaks his villainous monologue. Leaning back, she laughs into the sky, clapping her hands together at a deliberate, infuriating pace, the impacts booming and interrupting the snowy blizzard. "Braaaaaaaa~vo, Koramund. Bravo indeed! I haven't heard such a villainous use of numerics in weeks!" She utters, voice rich in sarcasm. "And what the hell are you talking about, this... 'Super Saiyan'? That golden myth, the thousand-year legend? Nothing but a lie! I am the closest thing this world shall get to a super saiya-jin!" She roars, anger in her voice betraying her previous humored demeanor.
And then Koramund went full retard. Music seemed to emanate from his tail, and he began to bawl some ominous lyrics, but rather than feeling tense, Lady Death simply rolls her eyes. Any threat of violence or death did not frighten her in the least. Instead, she would simply whistle along to the tune, waiting for him to count down.
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