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Post by Alaistair on Feb 2, 2015 2:26:05 GMT
(I'm leaving this one open to everyone to join. Just know, if you don't post for 2 days, you will be skipped. Power Level amount, from Ki Suppression: 1000.)
Alaistair had to find a place, a place to stay. It was not safe, to be out in the open like this! Even though he was in the wild lands of Yunzabit, he had succumbed to a haze of madness, believing his previous servants to have become spawn of the mad demon Alaistair and his brethren slew thousands of years ago, when he was still one of the proud Kaioshin... If he could even call them that. They were petty entities, who valued secrecy more than doing what their job asked of them: Protect life! Alaistair thanked the demon for showing him the path, but in thanking it and listening to it, he became twisted both mentally and physically. The form became useful to him, but only after he had been sent to hell! It enabled him to gain connections, alliances that grew strong through the millennia, and with it, Alaistair as well.
He made a promise to these devils, demons, and monsters that were sent to hell like he that if he escaped, he would find a way to free them. His learned much from many of the demons upon bestowing portions of his own personal power to the demons. With their collective thoughts, they figured out what it would take to bypass the wall between the living and the dead. They all agreed upon the devil being the first to escape, as he gave them power and information the likes of which they never could have learned, otherwise and, what's more, is that with being dead and in Hell, it bypassed several otherwise known restrictions on Alaistair's special power... He would not need sleep and, no matter what, he would never be permitted to fall unconscious, as was the way of Hell.
Sleep... That was a thing Alaistair had not received in such a long time. Escaping to the living world, what was a commodity to many actually became a new sort of hell for Alaistair! He felt himself falling, face forward, into the cold ground beneath his feet. The sensation of colliding into the ground woke the demon back up, visions of the mad clown dancing around him.
"Welcome back to the realm of the living, Alaistair, 'The Protector'! WAH HAH HAH HAH HAH AH HAH!"
"Wretched creature...! Stay in your grave," Alaistair bellowed, brandishing the scimitar, King's Wrath, in both hands and charged the clown before him. He swung at the torso and cleaved the demon illusion in half, the legs falling but not the top half. The clown illusion stared, aghast, at the lower half. It gestured to the ground, as it told him, "Those things don't grow back, you know...! I mean, look at them!"
The demon leaned down and picked up its legs, flaunting kicks from them at the devil's face. Alaistair knocked them away and brought the scimitar down, bellowing, "BEGONE!"
The demon vanished, for but a moment. It reappeared, like something out of a bad skit, above Alaistair, with legs reattached and seeming to be lying on the air itself. It spoke, to catch the devil's attention, and without a second thought, the devil whirled around with a torrent of ki blasts from his hands! The blasts shot up into the air, basically becoming fireworks to attract any sort of attention, as they made no damage on the demon. Alaistair, awestruck by this, immediately ceased. He uttered, "You're not here... Are you?"
"Yes... And no. Yes, in the way I'm in your head, or as a scientist will explain, 'I'm your trauma taken form"! However, no, in that I'm still, you know, in HELL... You know, that place you just hours ago escaped, it explained, its tone of voice fluxuating from eagerness to rage, and then back, "And now, with that despicable HATE you have for me, you've revealed yourself to a few others...! I'm just gonna be hear, to mess with you, and have some good ol' fun with whomever you get in service. For example, those two lasses you so graciously killed, in cold blood might I add, just because of your hate towards me!"
"You're right... Perhaps, though, this will not be so bad. I need to establish a presence on this world, after all, so that I can lure in possible servants. Ironic, really," Alaistair explained, talking out loud, "My hate for you may be assisting me in the long run, demon."
"... Right. You're not that, 'God of Life,' whose-its anymore... I've better up my game or I'm not gonna have any fun here!"
With the statement, the demon vanished, while Alaistair proceed to hide in the forest he now found himself in, though not fully... Just enough to not be noticed right off the bat, so he could observe who arrives.
(At the end of this post, Alaistair's power level is dropping far lower, to 5 power level.)
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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 Feb 2, 2015 3:31:58 GMT
(Heavy Weights on- 7,683pl (but probably a lot weaker at the moment)- Recovery)
Previously: Taking a holiday from ship life with his new Saiyan companions, a drunken Pipa wandered the Northern Lands in search of delectable things to eat. After devouring a small village, he came across a silver haired woman who looked like she would make an excellent desert. The two battled briefly, but in his drunken stupor Pipa foolishly overestimated his ability to fight in heavy weights. After losing his left arm below the elbow, Pipa's shadow demon attack was mimic'd by the Kagami, who tapped into the power of a Godess to literally inflict a massive wound on poor Pipa's soul. Awakening hours later, Pipa is in a blind rage seeking out the one who had wounded him so grievously. Unfortunately even Pipa has his limits, as he has been quickly learning over the past several days. Pipa had been traveling throughout the North for the past half day, still limping and feeling lost for breath. Rage was seething within him, but he was barely able to stand up. He lifted up his left arm, observing the nub that remained from the elbow and up. He had it wrapped up in some old cloth, but it was still soaked with a bit of blood, leaving a speckling red trail faintly behind him as he walked. In his other hand he was was dragging along his severed arm.
"When I find you I am going to rip you limb from limb," Pipa muttered as he travled forward through the snow.
He had to find the white haired bitch that had done this to him. Not only had she taken one of his arms, but she had also used some sort of counter attack against his shadow form, leaving Pipa’s soul feeling as wounded as his dripping arm. He was completely delirious, using his ki sense to try to seak her out for revenge despite his grevious injuries. He didn’t want to rest until he had killed her, he wouldn’t underestimate her again.
"Found you!" Pipa thought to himself as he felt a power level nearby. Something about it seemed a bit off, and to Pipa in his current state it seemed similar to the dual nature that the Kagami witch had. He gritted his teeth as thoughts of violence washed over his body.
Pipa picked up his pacing, to weak to fly but strong enough to run at a brisk pace. Each footprint becoming speckled with small splatterings of blood as he went through each step of snow. Yet as he continued forward te snow seemed to diminish, and with it the power level that he thought that he had felt.
Pipa had now come upon the highlands of the north, he was standing upon a small mesa that overlooked what seemed to be miles and miles of scattered earthen plateaus. Nestled between these elevations were trees coated in a light mist. Having felt the power level that he was detecting drop, Pipa barred his teeth angrily. He dropped his severed left arm on the ground and pulled his own onyx scimitar out of the hilt, making a scraping noise as he pointed it outward.
"Silver warrior, I know you are here!“ Pipa yelled dellusionally, thoughts of slitting her throat crossed Pipa’s mind as he examined the area. He began to feel a sort of light headedness as he continued scanning around the highlands.
It was no good, he couldn’t seem to pick the signature back up. He lifted up his nub of an arm, trying to reach to pull his veil down off of his face. He still wasn’t used to the idea of not having a left hand to use. He went to put his sword back into the scabbard as he continued to walk forward, using his upper arm to wipe the veil down off of his mouth as he continued to the edge of the mesa he was currently standing on.
As he got to the edge, he looked down into the forest below, seeing nothing of note. Spitting out a greenish substance out of his mouth to the world below, Pipa growled. With his right hand he grabbed for his head, he could feel a cold shake in his body. It felt completely unnatural, as if it were the cold of death itself.
As he held his head, his knees began feeling weak. He seemed to fall forward, right off of the side of the plateu as he blacked out. As he fell he was able to open his eyes, grabbing for the wall of the plateau with his right hand and trying to slow his fall. He tried his best to gather up his ki well enough to gain flight, and it seemed to surge for a second with the adrenaline rush of Pipa’s falling, but not enough for him to achieve true flight.
He continued to slow fall towards the ground, by the end of it he had fallen deep into a forested area of the lower parts of the highland. Rock seemed to have followed him, little bits of mountain peppering his head as he lay on the ground of the forest.
Worst of all, the fall seemed to have caused him to lose the makeshift bandage that he was using to keep his wound from continuing to bleed. Blood immdeiatly began flooding on the ground before him as he used his good hand to rip off his turban. Putting the turban around the wound, he pulled tightly on the wraps and held it tightly with his other hand, putting pressure on the wound in order to stop the blood flow.
Everything around Pipa seemed to be hazy. He thought that he saw another being in the distance, but his vision was blurry. For now he had to focus on keeping this wound from being the death of him, though in truth, the wound that Lillith had induced on his very soul would be the more likely culprit if he were to meet demise.
Never able to stop, Pipa struggled to get up off of the ground. He failed miserably, but continued trying, getting angrier with each failed attempt. Pipa was the kind of being who couldn’t recognize his own limitations, and he was well past them now.
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 2, 2015 4:58:33 GMT
(Ah! A different note together, I intend to make this thread where Alaistair shatters the lock on his ability to read minds, for the other staff reading this... AKA: Re-learning the technique of Telepathy. So, moving onwards!)
The sound of trees creaking in the soft wind and snow had been the only thing to be heard in the area. Yet, though, Alaistair's gaze was focused on a specific direction... His senses were tingling. Something was approaching his location... Someone, rather! Someone, compared to as he was now, had been far stronger. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, awaiting his 'prey.'
Still silence crept in the area. The amber eyes peered forward, anxious excitement riddled over the devil's face. His mind, though begun to play a trick on him once more! 'Munching' reached his ears, as the demon reappeared, laying on his stomach above the snow, with a bowl of chips next to him. He was kicking his legs, the excitement of the seen tapping through him like a silver screen picture!
"I love this part! The beast spots its prey and, when it's at its most vulnerable, the beast pounces and rips the hell out of its unsuspecting prey! Regardless of the movie, except those less than b-rate movies, it's such an entertaining cliche," the clown giggled, taking a handful of the 'chips' next to him and stuffing it into its mouth. It was obnoxious, and it was partially getting to Alaistair, but he persevered through his hallucination.
The clown noticed this and levitated closer to the devil, holding its munching off. It got close to Alaistair's ear, its 'breath' tingling Alaistair's neck before it quickly bit down on the chips as loud as it could! The devil's eye brow twitched, as he rose his right hand up, in a fist, and punched at the hallucination. It quickly ceased, the bowl vanishing with it! Alaistair took a calming breath in and released, as he observed the target approaching.
"When I find you I am going to rip you limb from limb!"
Finally, after what seemed to be an hour, Alaistair's 'prey' approached, calling out to someone. It appeared to be a sand dweller, with a missing left hand... But there was something exuberant in it. Though crimson ichor dripped from it, a unique energy seemed to chauffeur its way to the wound. Though wounded, this entity seemed capable of sprinting still.
"Resilience... And, what's more, I believe he may have spotted me already. Perhaps I'll-"
"Silver warrior, I know you are here,“ the person bellowed out in delusion, drawing a sword with his free hand as he did! In the sprawl of this, Alaistair noticed something far more interesting about this person, a toothy grin forming as he did!
"Perhaps I will not yet... There is more to this person than I expected! I do believe this is a mutated type of Namekian!"
This person became someone of Alaistair's interest, but a resource? Alaistair would have to still figure that out! This red skinned Namekian deposited his sword, and at the moment, the devil realized he had been carrying around his left arm. "Amusing," Alaistair thought, "Does this Namekian not have the ability to regenerate like his brethren?"
The Namekian move onwards, heading towards the edge of the plateau. As he did, the devil skulked silently towards the severed arm on the ground, and picked it up. He put it under his arm and moved after the Namekian at a distance, in the forest. He dared not to reveal himself, yet, as they moved to the edge of the Plateau. Alaistair began to ponder, stopping behind a tree, as tried once more, to project out his mind and enter another.
"Let me try this again... What is in your head, Name-"
The 'ice pick,' though, stabbed his head with pain once more! He dropped the arm on the ground, it making a crunching noise as he whirled himself behind the tree, to rub his temples!
"Gah!"
That is what slipped from his mouth, forcing him to immediately straighten up directly behind the tree! He realized his mistake immediately, his heart racing and, for a moment, his power level spiking up unneeded! He made sure to lower it immediately, so the Namekian or any others wouldn't look for him.
"Damn it! It happened again," Alaistair mentally cursed, his hallucination clown's voice cackling almost everywhere at once from the blunder!
(Clarification moment: Before dropping back down to 5, Alaistair's power level hit 1000.)
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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 Feb 4, 2015 1:32:05 GMT
Pipa was still completely unaware of the potential threat nearby, though as he was standing up he was sure that he had heard a voice in the distance. Feeling a rush of excitement, Pipa found the energy to get back onto this feet for the moment. He searched the area of the forest around him trying to figure out where the voice had come from, Pipa couldn’t find or sense anything. But he couldn't escape the feeling that he was being observed.
Suddenly, some nearby brush began to rustle nearby. With an unnatural quickness Pipa’s eyes began to fill with an unholy green fire that crackled violently as the demon turned his head towards the tree line. Despite his weakened state, Pipa put everything that he had into the use of his darkness eye beam attack. It quickly left his eyes forming two thin green rays that merged into another in the center. The green beam ripped through the air like lightning out of Pipa’s eyes towards the bush that had moved, all the while the wounded Pipa felt his knees wobbling from his foolish use of his energy reserves.
“Got you!” Pipa said as he began limping towards what little remained of the bush. It was difficult to tell but as Pipa approached it he knew that what he had destroyed was not his prey at all, just a small woodland critter of some sort. It had four legs and most of its upper body had been disintegrated towards its stomach. Laying upon the ground several feet further was a half burned neck and head of what appeared to be a small doe.
Pipa growled as he looked at the scattered remains of the deer, uncaringly pulling one of the creature’s legs out of its torso and putting the narrow bone of the creature in his mouth as he sat back down. He gnawed on the bone exhaustedly. He had no real need for any sort of nourishment, but there was something almost comforting to the demon about consuming other beings. Besides that, eating was a good excuse for his subconscious to allow him to sit down and… relax.
As he gnawed on the bone of the creature’s front leg, Pipa was reminded of his own missing appendage. His quick moment of calm ruined by the realization that he didn’t have it with him anymore. Pressing his hand into the ground. Pipa felt a sense of urgency to get it back, but standing was getting more and more difficult. Instead he turned his body half canted towards where he had fallen from, trying to figure out where his arm had been. At the same time, he grabbed the cranial remains of the doe and lifted it to his mouth, preparing to sink his teeth into the right side of the deceased creatures face, including its glazed over eye.
He stopped for a moment, tossing the head to the side as his mind came to the realization that his arm must still be up on the plateau that he had fallen from. Pipa was in such bad shape that he wasn’t sure if he would beat the carrion devourers to his severed limb.
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 7, 2015 22:54:31 GMT
Alaistair shot to the ground, having heard the Namekian below out that he had gotten him! He did this to avoid the attack that the devil believed had been coming at him immediately! But, to his surprise, the attack was not made his way, but a bush on the opposite side of the path. There was no yelp from the direction. Yet, it seemed to have been a deer that had attracted the red-skinned Namekian. Alaistair quickly stood up and watched the red man begin eating the, now fried, deer from his spot. Alaistair, as he dove to the ground before, couldn't help but feel a similarity in the Namekian's ki to that of a demon's... It was vexing.
The devi peered at the ravenous creature and pondered, "Perhaps this creature is not Namekian, but rather, a demon in disguise... Strange. His energy and body still reflect that Namekian appearance. Perhaps he is capable of disguising himself, in both aspects? Perhaps his mind has a different story. I must try again to reach it..."
He closed his eyes and focused on trying to project out his own mind to the the creature's. However, once more, the devil was greeted with the locking pain from before! However, it didn't seem as worse as before... Alaistair pondered this for a moment, as he observed the creature look behind him.
"It must not be a permanent lock... Perhaps that old 'clerk's' gavel had some properties on it that aren't permanent? It would explain how he was able to send me to that wretched realm in the first place."
He knelt down and picked up the severed limb, looking it over. He pressed his fingers down on the muscles and bone that were still in the arm. From a physical perspective, they reflected that physiology that Namekians had. Red, almost bouncy joints to allow them the ability to reach things at a very long distance; the straight, almost stream-lined marks to lower air resistance... Alaistair was thinking his mind was just getting to him. Yet, the appetite the Namekian had, as well as the manner of eating, told him there was something to this guy.
"I think it's time to come out of hiding... I'll figure out the situation with these strange 'locks' as I talk with this person."
He walked out of his hiding spot, in plain sight for the red Namekian to see, tossing the arm up and down as he did before throwing it to the red skinned Namekian. Alaistair bowed, as he called out, "Hail, Namekian. What is a being such as yourself doing here, in this frozen Plateau?"
(Power level increased to 1000.)
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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 Feb 11, 2015 22:17:20 GMT
[Pipa has charred black skin that appears to be burned. Sheath is the red guy. I also wasn't sure if you had my arm with you when you came out or not so I left it out for this post.]
Pipa had been in such a rush to go retrieve his arm that he almost didn’t notice a power level surge nearby his person. As soon as he felt the energy passing into his antenna he swung around trying to figure out where it was coming from. Before he could spot the intruder he was already upon him, Pipa turned to see a diabolic creature was approaching. He stammered forward in a limp, he truthfully wanted to shoot an eye laser at the being first and ask questions later but the ki didn’t seem to want to flow into his eyes.
He was livid and knew that this creature must have been the one whose power level had been jumping up and down. Had he done it intentionally against Pipa or was it just a coincidence. Doing his best to keep composed, Pipa raised his remaining hand to the approaching creature in a clear gesture to keep back as the devil introduced himself to Pipa. He had referred to him as a Namekian, just as the Arcosian had and the being from his dreams with the green skin. He could no longer deny that he must either be a Namekian or somehow related to them.
“Who are you? Not the one I seek, that is for sure,” Pipa said as he compared the demon to the white haired girl he was looking for. He lowered his hand to hold onto his wounded nub, it would be obvious that he was in no shape to put up a fight, his power level seemed to jump up and down rapidly as if he were struggling to maintain consciousness. Pipa was trying his hardest to channel his ki, if this being sought to bring him harm he might only have a single attack left in him before he would pass out.
Pipa’s eyes seemed almost as bloodshot as the red drippings upon the laugh lines of his mouth. Beyond the normal wound was a legitimate tiredness, Pipa did not regularly sleep or take care of his body. He gritted his teeth at the demon, trying to keep up his threatening posture despite the fact that he was more or less harmless at this point. It was only during these rare moments of need that Pipa was a conversable being, he hoped that he could stall or delay this guest from any sort of ill will until he could get better at least.
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 12, 2015 8:09:32 GMT
(I had he arm. Was VERY lax in this posting spree. Assumed that you'd have the natural appearance of a Mazoku here. Red Skin and morphed body type. Will adjust. Thankfully, a sleep deprived demon gets this benefit, through insomniac illusions. ) After having tossed the arm to the strangely colored Namekian, Alaistair examined he creature carefully. Mentally, he cursed himself, as he realized, "This creature's skin is vastly different than any, for certain! It's skin is colored the color of a demon's damned a- NO, I must focus"The arm plopped on the ground in front of the hatefully curious creature. Alaistair wanted to know what it'd do, to heal the arm back upon his body, as he replied, "I'm a man who's looking for a way to curse the gods for his luck..." He laughed at his joke, arms at his sides, for good few seconds, before exhausting a built up breath and halting abruptly and continuing, his tone quickly serious. "Ah, but I kid," he explained, "Sort of... It seems you are far from, 'alright,' aside from the missing arm that I so carefully collected for you. Might I make a proposition to a weakened warrior, such as yourself...?" As he spoke, he was attempting reach out again once more. He was going to annihilate this barrier on his mind, and with it, he would remove each possible barricade in his path! Alaistair assumed that, with his previous attempts, that all of his abilities became locked away, and he had to break them open. As he felt his 'soul' reaching out, to touch the mind of the demon Namekian before him, the lock proceeded to send a 'punch,' into his skull! However, it seemed that, as Alaistair attempted every time, the lock's power become weaker as it went on. This time around, it became more of a strong headache that caused the to twitch in pain, as he peered at this demon Namekian... Or Namekian demon. Whatever the case had been. It possibly must've felt the presence trying to extend out from this careful devil that appeared in his black and red appearance in silver-ish armor. "Mm....fff... Confounded lock," Alaistair blurted out! (Upon Alaistair trying to establish a Telepathic Network, and failing, his power level will increase to 1750 Power Level.)
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 25, 2015 3:00:02 GMT
(Hey Pipa. Do you wanna continue this thread, or not feeling the flow and think we should end it now?)
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 4, 2015 19:08:40 GMT
I'll be putting this thread up for grading. I'll be assuming that Pipa wants Power level here as well.
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 5, 2015 1:40:18 GMT
Alaistair WC = 2260
Pipa WC = 1987
Ala PL = 3283
Pip PL = 4260
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 7, 2015 6:58:54 GMT
Is this adequate for approval of Telepathy?
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 7, 2015 14:37:09 GMT
I approve it
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