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Post by Reikiko on Feb 15, 2015 9:27:28 GMT
It appeared her intentions to make the battle more exciting had been unnecessary. The 'villain' of the battle, the insect-like creature that might had been a monster straight from a Starship Troopers movie was seemingly getting agitated. Honestly she was a bit surprised at the sheer power of the strength behind the attack. It had took a little time to charge, and yet the overwhelming force behind it seemed to be strong enough to obliterate any defensive measurements the two opponents were taking. Even the powerful beam attack of the Namekian had only served to slow down the inevitable, the energy struggle quickly turning into the insectzoid's favor. Nevertheless, there was another opponent left for the monster do deal with... The Saiyan she had her eyes on. The moment the energy blast collided against the Saiyan, Reikiko's eyes widened in surprise. That was odd... Did he lack the reflexes to react in time? It seemed there was neither an attempt to dodge, or an attempt to defend by the Saiyan. Not even a counter-attack was made, and in all honesty... It surprised her just a little. Why would she have even harbored some interest in the Saiyan, when he didn't even try to return the challenge the insectzoid thrown his way?
More importantly, why are you even here Onee-sama?
That was a pretty understandable question from her sister. Reikiko literally had no reason to deal with this battle, aside from the fact that she was merely here to observe the battle, a personal interest in strong warriors and maybe, very maybe she was a little bit interested in finding something to devour. Still, at this rate the Namekian would die, and surely the battle would start losing its interest for her. Perhaps she should have merely tried to leave the battlefield? Right now her presence seemed insignificant, and at most she might had influenced the battle just a little. Then why in the world was she actually dealing with the thought of joining the battle?
"I don't know..."
It must had been 'his' fault. A certain Namekian was stirring something unfamiliar within her heart. A urge to try to end this battle, and why she wasn't certain behind the reason for said feeling... Reikiko couldn't help but feel it must had been because he had mellowed her a little. In the past she wouldn't have cared about a battle like this... Perhaps she would have even tried to backstab them and get a kill when they least expected it. But this time was different.
How curious, you're thinking of playing the hero?
A chuckle escaped Keiko's lips at the realization what her sister was planning, and at the same time a certain feeling of concern. If Reikiko actually interrupted this battle, she would most certainly end up being killed. Then what could she have possibly planned to do at this point? Was she really going to enter the battlefield, hoping to end this conflict? All because of her confusion about the teachings of a certain fool? A deep sigh escaped her lips when she finally raised her hand upwards, pointing right at the Namekian while shouting loudly.
"If you value your life, don't move even an inch!"
The ki that she had been gathering started to coil rapidly together, like a visible snake that manifested into an aura, all gathering together around her outstretched hand, and finally she raised her fingertip to point in the direction of the Namekian.
"Crimson..."
The ki started to erupt into a visible sphere of energy around her outstretched fingertip, turning crimson red in color when finally it stirred to life, sparking with her energy.
"Barrage!"
The moment she shouted that word the sphere lit up, sending two highly condensed ki beams into the direction of the beam struggle, attempting to use her own attack to combine it with the ki attack of the Namekian. The trio of beams would have soared narrowly past the Namekian's shoulders, combining into his own beam attack. If all went well the combined effort would have likely served as a cushion for damage, lessening the blow the Namekian was about to receive. If the Namekian was foolish enough not to listen to her, then he'd likely be pincer-attacked by her beams, and the force of the insectzoid's attack.
"..."
She did it... To think that her attacks, attacks meant to kill people were currently trying to save someone... It sounded ridiculous to her. Was the fact the person that was about to die his identity as a Namekian driving the bio-android to act? Or was it another reason? Sighing loudly she hopped off the cliff, rapidly descending while mumbling under her breath.
"I guess I'm royally screwed now. I wasted my attempt of a surprise attack to save someone..."
To think she was going this far to try to confirm the purpose of Scargot's teachings... When finally she hovered a few meters away from where the beam struggle had taken place Reikiko's gaze settled firmly on the Namekian, hoping the idiot had at least survived the attack, if he didn't have the wisdom to dodge.
"You can thank this world's God for extending your life by a few minutes. To think 'I' of all people ended up trying to save someone. This is all that freaking Uncle's fault!"
She was screwed, royally screwed. To think she had initially meant to charge up her attack long enough to kill either the Saiyan or the Insectzoid in one sniper shot... However, at this point she had exposed her presence to everyone involved.
"I hope you are either swift on your feet, or ready to kick the bucket... Because compared to your friend over there... I'd likely not survive more than a blast..."
At least she did have some form of comfort. If she was going to die, she would have had someone to keep her company! Hearing that thought Keiko snickered loudly while exclaiming in amusement.
You're a fool Onee-sama, a likable one at that also.
Her lips curving up into a grin the bio-android nodded in agreement.
"Now... Let's see how long the daughter of the Kami no Baka might last."
Dropping her body into a combative stance Reikiko was aware of one thing. Her first battle as a hero... Might be her last. But perhaps it would tell her if there was any merit to Scargot's teachings...
-- Reikiko used Crimson Barrage to try to reduce the damage of Kora's attack against Ukare. 2-rounds charged Crimson Barrage: 67692 Remaining Damage heading Ukare's direction: 197695-67692 =130003 -Is so gonna die, so gonna die, faster than even Leeroy might...-
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 16, 2015 0:42:24 GMT
How did it feel when it came alive and took you?
The damn Oozaru had indeed showed up. In fact, it was supposed to have been her fuckin' fight. She was still unsure where these two chumps had come from, this Ukare and Athren chap - one moment she had been hanging around with one of her partners, whom Koramund had called out and goaded with the knowledge of his dead father... but he hadn't taken the bait. She did, however, and being an uproariously strong monkey with an attitude problem and a cool title, she wasn't like to back down from this challenge.
So Koramund was going to murder everything? He could damn well try. But it was hard to kill an agent of hell itself, and Zucceta's soul was born in the hell of perpetual warfare, her government locked in conflict with at least a single planet or tribe constantly. Her childhood mind had been a mix of saiya-jin programming and her environ carving, sculpting her infant brain into a work of war.
"WOULD SOMEBODY DESTROY THAT WALKIE TALKIE!?" The Oozaru roars, perturbed that the serpent bitch had even had the nerve to try and maintain contact with her servant if she didn't join the fight. She yearned to char the lizard's flesh. The Namekian had fired up a peculiar technique, a thin beam surrounded by another that cork-screwed around it; it detonated against another beam that Koramund had released, which continued to barrel down against the Namekian. Well that shit's gonna hurt. Another blast of similar power was aimed at that Athren chap, who seemed to get hit by the blast. She chuckled; then realised that the fellow shouldn't have died instantly from the hit. Her scouter whirred; some minutiae was off. His power had dipped a moment before the blast had phased through him.
Some trick, then? Often, she had seen warriors move in a burst of speed as to leave an image behind. She had been intending to learn it herself. Perhaps he had done this, with another trick... power suppression? Was that possible?
Holding the mass of energy that was squirming in her hands, Zucceta glances up. Yup, there he was... bugging out. Her great Oozaru eyes focused in on the tiny speck. She growls. What a fucking mess. He wasn't even gonna bother helping his friend fend off the blast?
Wait, what the hell was this? Some girl had just fired a couple of blasts at the great blast bearing down on Naroka.
Zucceta smirks. Well, who cares. Now was the time for action.
She thunders across the battlefield, shifting into place next to the great Namekian in an instant, and with a great roar releases her overwhelming charge of energy into a great shaft of light. The Warhead wave rushes into the air, with the intent to crash and overwhelm the remaining force left in the blast, and to rush up and slap into Koramund with whatever power remained in her great wave. The beam was perhaps one of the largest the Earth had ever seen, and had Athren already unlocked the form of legend that lurked just beneath the fingers of his grasp, even that might have been knocked away by the sheer might of her charged beam.
But the beam was not intended to kill... just to break all the bones in his body.
(264% Warhead Blast: 1,108,271 PL. (reminder, this is a fast damn attack now due to PL as well as strong)
1,108,271 minus the remaining 130003 slaughter rain = 978268 PL aimed at Koramund)
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Naroka
Rising Soul
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Post by Naroka on Feb 16, 2015 1:09:07 GMT
This was bad..
Naroka had begun to lose his confidence in the situation. This blast was far too extreme for his own physical capabilities, even if he was in his Greater formation. Even with his bulked defensive power and double strengths, he wasn't powerful enough to combat this single blast?! This..this was a wake up call to the Namekian. Once more, his first hours on Earth and he was already on the Highway to Heaven. Talk about luck, eh? His two extended fingers had been stretched to their limits, as he was simply forcing out as much chi as he could into the Special Beam Cannon. This feeling of awakening was not that of Spirit nor Power as he did whilst on Namek; Rather something of fear. His life would be destroyed and his soul would be released. All of his seven years of life leading to an early death, to most.
He didn't like this, not one bit, but he had felt yet another emotion that combatted his fears. Even if he was killed in the fight, his friend could end it all. Naroka didn't understand why he felt this way all of a sudden, but it was something of a flame deep in his stomach. However, even with all of these surges of humanity in him, he wasn't going to take death like a frog.
Reikiko- She had aided him? Her Crimson Barrage had quickly soared by his shoulders, grazing his dogi slightly and adding onto his Special Beam Cannon. Thus slowing and even halting the insectoid's terrifying ray. However, it wouldn't serve all that much. The collision between body and beam would still result in his very demise. This doom was inevitable and his fate was locked into the sands of time and space. Very well then. This was his fate and he was going to accept it like a Warrior Caste should. Without fear nor hesitation. Only ferocity and strength. Ukare's frown had formed during the events preceding the struggle, but suddenly curved into a cocky smirk. Though false.
"..!" The Namek grunted out as loudly as he could, veins popping from his cranium and body alike. His thick brows arched down and giving a terrifying and angered appearance. The yellow beam emitted from his fingers beginning to waver somewhat, the purple rings that had course around it had been engulfed by the rays the actual cannon had been fighting. However it had stopped. The beam being swallowed and Naroka no longer projecting out the powerful Namekian strength. Whipping his hand to his side and standing upright, crossing his arms over his face and hugging the explosive blow upfront. His jaw unhinging and his mouth parting out as he bellow out a guttural cry of agony and pride.
But all that seemed to arise was smoke?! The Oozaru, aided him as well?! Incredible, a Saiyajin other than Athren had chose to assist a Namek. He'd have to thank this rather feminine ape after the battle. Crouching down, he had launched himself in the skies above. Looking to Athren and feeling rather..disappointed. Why didn't HE help him? And instead go into La-La Land?! Never the less, he'd ignore it. It was time to continue. Naroka whipping his hands out and immediately swiping and slicing at the air, tossing and curveballing numerous orbs from his palms. The purple spheres quickly moving toward Koramund, though swerving and avoiding direct contact.
"Think you'll get away with that?! Hmph. No where to run!"
[Hellzone Grenade [MP3] charging/readying.]
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 16, 2015 1:23:34 GMT
Koramund was getting more and more pissed each and every second. Steam and crimson flame would literally be ejecting out of his face and back respectively if he did not evolve his body in the correct way. His unique outbursts of emotion were beginning to be taxing on his body. Everything turned on him constantly and violently, enough to be considered a cliche! His entire life, his entire definition of reality, all of it denied him as a person, maybe even a human, and instead as a monster! What did he do wrong to deserve this torture?! He followed the code and law of nature, these bastards killed for no reason, he killed to eat, to survive! What is more holy and more pure then living how nature intended you to? They killed to pave the vibrant way for their land and cities to plague the universe! He fought to prove he was stronger like the Alpha he was, the true leader of the pack! They fought for pride and their own emotional value, the naive brats. This was all one pulsating hell, and he was the epicenter of it, and yet none of it was his fault. It was all the strings that were yet attached to his corpse. Koramund lashed out violently in a glowing show of rage and carnage, speaking SCREAMING with nothing held back, "You speak of your Saiyan pride, but what happened to your girl friend Athren?! She was going to be killed by Orion! I went in there and helped her, I am the reason that fool did not destroy a CITY! Then if I did not kill him the second time, he would have destroyed another ENTIRE CITY! You say your the right, your all the good guys, but your all the bearers of sin! I am trying to free everyone from their sin, for the Otherworld is a place where everyone else can rest in peace! It will remove all their sins, make them free and cleansed! Then I can simply remake this world over again, make harmony and balance, YET NONE OF YOU SEE ANYTHING FROM MY WAY!!"
Koramund kept on screaming like a lunatic which quite frankly he was. All the attacks flying closer and closer to him, the absolute truth not yet registering in his simple stressed mind, "How pathetic! Saiyan pride?! Orache would not come to this battle, he had to send his LAP APE to fight me! Oh, he is weaker? Zucceta, Lady Death, YOU LET SOMEONE WEAKER COMMAND YOU?! Naroka, you were supposed to duel me one on one! You throw your honor on the ground! You call forth ally upon ally, and make this a FOUR ON ONE?! With your bastard friend Athren who is more then 4 times stronger then you if he transforms?! You all do not realize what mistakes you are making! You all let sin and death reign supreme, let your own malice towards murder be aimed at one of nature's vessels! I want this world to be good, I want everyone to be happy in the end, even if I have to make them suffer pain first to get it. I will be perfect, and once I am perfect I can be the ultimate judge, I am making the effort to see every different point of view, and the only way to protect and safe everything is to begin anew! Wyntre betrayed me, Zucceta betrayed me, my life betrayed me. You all are so entitled! You believe your lives are worthy?! I am the very filth at the bottom, and yet this Villain, this mass murderer, has saved millions! How many have all of you saved?! I have killed less then a thousand, and saved millions! GET THAT THROUGH ALL YOUR THICK MEATY SKULLS! I WILL NOT STAN-" Koramund then exploded in a show of white goop, raining down like a tempest.
All the attacks finally over powered the grand yet young villain, leaving him as a pile of vile white goop. The white bone like goop gathered in a crude puddle, unable to reform from the injuries that were going to scar him for life. A single ki blast would end his entire life right there, yet he still denied this fate that was gifted upon him. He tried to gather ki to regenerate his body, accelerating the speed of his cells deviding, reforming as soon as possible! No, his emotions yet again override his judgement, the flow of ki flickering, Not now! No, Sacrid, please! He needed more time! Sacrid, why did you have to come back just so I would die again and not see you?! The thoughts were rampaging and chucking rocks through out his mind, breaking him from the inside out, yet hinting towards something. With all his ki draining out of his corpse, he discovered the limiters that were part of his soul.
---------------------------------------------------------- Turn 1 - Regeneration - 50% PL Koramund status - Goo pile - PL - 1
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 1:29:25 GMT
What the hell had just happened?! The Oozaru jumped into save Ukare? Though Athren was grateful for her actions he couldn't help but feel pathetic. That was his friend, it should have been him. The hell had gotten into him!?
Letting out a light sight Athren had been relieved. Ukare had made it and that damn bug was capable of getting squashed any moment now.
Athren began to lower himself to the battlefield. His positioning was right beside his friend. He stared down the range at the bug and spoke up. "Who's going to finish him off?" He knew for a fact that it wasn't going to be him. He didn't deserve it..
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 16, 2015 6:43:51 GMT
"Oh, Koramund. I know you're panicking. You're afraid, scared. Desperate, even. You know you might not make it, despite ability to do so. You've made so many mistakes, and now, in your weakness show. You've descended to below a Saiyans level, throwing AROUND SPINEless insults with no meaning. If you die today, which you probably had already, you're just as weak as they are. But worry not, if you make it out. This was a test, not a war. You can come back, you can train. You can have your vengeance and slay them all.. if they're guilty of any major crimes, that is. Putrid smell is only a week sentence, you know."
The Walkie-Talkie suddenly increased in volume many times over. "You, Namekian, Saiyans and that weird other thing.! You all must be pretty powerful, be wise with the power you possess. Make the galaxy a better place; stop the murdering you've all committed."
And the, assuming some didn't already destroy the device, it then commenced to turn off. Someone could always turn it on again, of course, but that was unlikely. Plus, it was very unlikely any of them had any of th brains required to press the 'on' button. Meanwhile, on it's over side, sunbathing on the moon, Wyntre shed a tear for possibly the death of one of her most powerful minions. If he made it, his pay would quadruple. ((Ignore the blue thing, my computer has more viruses than the universe does atoms. Edit: Got rid of it. It had 10 80 of them, btw.))
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Post by Reikiko on Feb 17, 2015 10:16:53 GMT
"Hey, I'm not a weird thing! I'm a Bio-android, thank you very much..."
Grumbling in annoyance at the walktie-talkie, Reikiko had almost felt the urge to destroy the bouncing ball. To think that the battle was about to change in a way like this, was likely something none of them had expected. While initially she had chosen to try to save the Namekian on a whim, her idea had seemingly been shared by the giant Oozaru who quite literally blasted an attack with enough force to literally overwhelm the Insectzoid's attack. The creature, who seemingly was called Koramund judging from the conversation it was having with the bouncing talkative ball, started to preach about how they were all sinners. It was bitter irony that he also labeled himself as a martyr, a saint who would free the world of all the so-called sin, literally by killing everything in existence.
"Oooy, your salvation is right in the dictionary under the term: genocide."
Groaning in annoyance while watching the blasts slowly surging back into Koramund's direction, the bio-android couldn't help but feel a tingle of amusement at his words. So he was killing people out of his faith, the believe that his murdering was saving people...
"Hypocrite... Your 'salvation' is merely a cover to hide your nature as a predator. I knew I sensed something similar in you, but at least I'm not ridiculous enough to try to justify my actions under a preaching of killing sinners."
It didn't matter if they were good or evil, heroes or villains. There was something in this world known as a food chain, and it just happened to be that everyone in existence could qualify as a meal to her. In the end she was quite confident that everyone in this group had already eaten some meat or fish before, so technically they were doing the same thing that she did. Still, when Koramund's attack finally was pushed back, and the monster exploded in a pool of goo she stepped a little backwards.
"... He went 'kaput'..."
Hopefully they didn't expect her to clean up that mess, in fact the way the goo was dissolving looked like something she couldn't even absorb! Sighing loudly the bio-android turned her back at the group, raising a hand in a waving gesture while she started to walk away.
"Do whatever you guys wish. I lost my appetite. Just don't expect me to try to help next time."
And with those words she started ascending into the air, a surge of ki escaping from her body while she flew back into the direction of her home. Once she was out of sight the bio-android noticed the illusionary image of her sister floating beside her, grinning sheepishly at her.
"So, are you happy that you had the chance to play a hero and survived?"
For a moment Reikiko groaned in annoyance, replying back at her sister in a mocking tone.
"I wasted my chance to kill someone, didn't get to eat anyone AND watched someone explode into smithereens. Do I look even slightly happy to you?"
For a moment the crimson-colored sister remained silent, before humming playfully.
"Yep, you totally look like you had fun."
-Topic left- (PL for me also~ Rei had her heavy weights on until she started firing~)
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 18, 2015 14:40:27 GMT
The Namekian, saved by Zucceta's intervention, had begun charging his own attack, multiple balls of lethal energy dotting about the battleground. Koramund, driven by some insane, psuedo-religious psychosis, was mutating and bubbling with rage... before he exploded, spattering against the ground in a rain of goo. Zucceta smirks. She had overpowered him. Baron Crimson might have an over-reliance on numbers, but he was right; he had needed more of them when dealing with the four combatants, and particularly a war-honed murder machine like Lady Death.
She was extremely tired of hearing his asinine tripe, but a couple of things Koramund said did ring true with the saiyaness. Nonetheless, she spits into his puddle and hisses; "You'd be a fool to think anyone ordered me to fight you. And I was never your friend, you insipid creature; you ruined my bonfire that night with your damn tomfoolery. This was justice."
She wondered how long she had left in her transformation. At any moment, she could easily just top up her Bruits Waves load from the full moon that was hidden behind the great tree Koramund's attack had generated; she raised a hand, and almost wiped the tree from the face of the earth with one of her own blasts; then recall Athren, who, she had gathered, would still rampage as an Oozaru, and did not wish to transform. Which was a shame; he would be truly potent in the great Ape form, even more so than herself, she begrudgingly admitted to herself.
She presses a hand to her scouter, which assesses what remained of Koramund with a blip. The goo wasn't dead, not completely, sitting at a minuscule singular power level, enough to know that it was still alive. Zucceta folds her arms overlapping. If it wasn't dead in this puddle, then she assumed it would be capable of coming back.
Which...
She glances at Athren and chuckles. "Not man enough, huh? I'll deal with it." She offers the saiya-jin a wink, before looking at Naroka with her right eyebrow raised. "Keep your attack ready. This one is a slippery bastard." In the end, she ignores Reikiko: her input into the fight had been, ultimately, insignificant in Lady Death's charcoal eyes.
She steps away from the other warriors, next to the putrid mess that was Baron Crimson, and shouts to them: "You guys can fuck off, before I change my mind about letting you leave. I'll deal with my kill."
On the way past Wyntre's talkie, she simply punches her fist through it. "I've had it with your juvenile morality, serpent."
She swivels around and slams a single fist into the goo... then leans in and whispers into the putrid mess, almost soundlessly: "Stay down, Baron Crimson. Rise when everyone is gone, for I reckon even if you could piece yourself back together, you wouldn't be full strength; even then, you lost to us once, and next time I might not be feeling so charitable.
"You mentioned that you would 'become the ultimate judge' when you 'became perfect', and this caught my interest. If you can get stronger, then do so. I want to kill you alone, when you and I are at our best. So stay down, and don't waste this opportunity I'm giving you."
She slams another fist into the goo, the earth beneath her shattering from the impact, before she stands up and wipes Kora-gunk onto her armor plate, before she begins to walk back to the others. She hoped exploding into a bunch of mess would have enabled her to talk some twisted sense into the monster, and she wanted to face him when both individuals were at their peaks; surely hers would be greater than this pitiful creature.
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Naroka
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Post by Naroka on Feb 18, 2015 20:24:45 GMT
"Erm?! He's been destroyed..? Feh!" The Namek grunted, cocking a green eyebrow. Grinding his teeth, he brought his fingers into a fist, forcing each if the thrown orbs into the earth, avoiding the Oozaru with a certain precision. Due to his nature, he was filled with gratitude and gave a thankful, "Thank you!" to Zucceta before shooting a disapproving glance against Athren and making way to leave the scene and back to the Lookout.
[Exit, PL pls.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 1:25:27 GMT
Athren had his attention on the left overs of the bug fighter up until the point where the Oozaru had spoken up in reply to his own words. Was she taunting him!? Then.. Then she winked?! Athren curiously rose his right eyebrow. Was.. she flirting? The hell was going on!? Regardless of what her intentions were, he didn’t need to explain himself. He wasn’t afraid to kill and to be honest it wouldn’t have really bugged him if he had too. The facts were simple. Athren didn’t down the foe so he didn’t want to do the final blow.
It was in that moment that Athren heard Ukare speak up. Hm. He seemed pretty grateful for her help which did make sense but.. the look he gave Athren wasn’t normal. The fuck was that about?! Then before he knew it the namek had taken flight and left. Athren then lifted off in pursuit of the namek.
His final words to the Oozaru were brief. “See you around.”
Exit. PL PLZ
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Feb 19, 2015 1:35:07 GMT
(Learning Su1 Ki Suppression, SU 2 Biological Acceleration, putting Heavy Weights back on) Click, click, and one last click. To be honest, with everything being considered into the situation, this guy should be dead to HFIL and back. If it was not for Zucceta letting him barely live, this night would not have ended in a violent blood shed. Inside his mind, his nervous system was jumbled, cracked, shattered. The very essence of his body was now being rampaged violently, but he was also bubbling out the cells to form himself a new body, crafting his vessel. Each cell was being improved and adapted, but from the improvements he discovered something about his mind. It was limiting him? His cells were all adapting to be, restrained. How was this possible? If his mind could bind him in the darkest of pits, weaken him like a caged wolf, what was his true potential? His Ki flow was being rejected, repulsed, and he felt it, he was dependent on it now. Yes, his outbursts of emotion, could it have been this simple of a cure? He simply was rejected it? Why? Koramund the goop bubble stayed in his mind a little longer, phasing so that Zucceta would not harm him in his cocooning phase. These restraints embedded into his soul, embedded into his mind, each held a sin, a contradiction onto itself. Loving life, yet causing its destruction. Creating and then denying the creation it's justice, when he lost it himself. It all was strange, surreal in a way, but it also lead to his one discovery that would make Zucceta his prey. He discovered that since he could think about his own primal thoughts and urges, he should be sentient, yet he did not act that way. Why was that? The ki flow was held back, but not by his own volition. He pulsed ki straight alongside his rampaged body, absorbing the very nature of the world around him! His ki was powerful, destructive, and disturbed, all allowing the evil energy inside himself. Now, he had the regulators build into his body, but they were damaged and unaware. He finally adjusted the flow accordingly, maximizing his output of energy, and then just, tripping in. Koramund's body expanded out like the puddle it was, reforming after only a minute! His simple body was so easy to form in mass, he could casually recreate all the cells he lost, it was simply the matter of restructuring. His flesh darkened, hardened, then shattered like glass. The dead flesh seemed to literally turn into glass, almost indistinguishable. But its cargo, was even scarier. Koramund raised himself, his entire body blood red, and pulsating like a giant organ. Slowly all the red faded away, becoming only his Bio-gems, yet still pulsing with a brighter crimson glow against them. His skin was left a bright albino white, easy to spot from a distance and close up, but it at least did make him look more appealing. His eyes glowed a ghastly shade of bright teal, and he locked these shadows straight onto Zucceta, the cross hairs aligned. It was all so very damn clear now was it not? He could feel her emotions drip straight out of her, her spirit embedded in the ki. It was glorious to know he could feel it, but it was unfortunate she did not give off much of a reading yet. Koramund spoke with a almost royal air, his bold yet passionate carrying voice so much different then before it would be slightly unnerving to some, but possible not the lady of Death. "You were the first to be able to bring me to the brink of extinction, I would commend you if you could still hear me." The beast snickered his dark form exhausted. He was left alone to regenerate, and he had only formed a thin outer coating. The terror lifted up his dreaded tail, its acidic bio-mass dripping off and liquidizing mid air. He stabbed the tail into the ruined remains of the tree, and from there his creation became the last slaughter. Koramund finished draining the tree, murdering all the people inside it to strengthen himself. He felt each inhibitor in his body strengthen and align in the way he demanded. Other then that massive upside, his entire body was inflamed in pain and blood! He wasted his Bio-Meta, for fuck's sake! He just lost his X8 for a X4, and he felt much more hungry. This was a failure, if it was not for those hypocrites he would have feasted on slug soup. The monster floated to the top of the tree ripped open tree, thanking Zucceta for the present. Inside the massive tree is hundreds of pods, each holding every human and creature he would have murdered in Jingle Village. Oh a Penguin! These exotic frozen meats would be heaven to consume, and they would be delicious. He released his chemical stimulus to the plant, causing the pods to disintegrate the bodies into food. Koramund linked each of his tiny tails into the pods, drinking the molecules into his body. The fuel check was much needed, for at least it would give him some more fuel to run off on. He zoomed forward, phasing through the dying, rotting tree. The tree was filled with hundreds of empty skeletons, all of them showing the dread of Koramund Day. He just committed mass murder, hopefully those fools forget that it was HIS cause. Koramund dive bombed like a bird, absorbing his heavy weights back into his body, and masking his ki signature. Those fools will never find him! While flying back home, Koramund began to allocate his ki through the filters, forming more through out his body. He knitted them together like one long web, strengthening his control with each and every limiter. By the time he placed a few hundred in his body, he could think about his thoughts easily. The pain in his body could easily be voided, but he wondered what would happen if he caused a inverse of power. He slowly cracked open the limiters, forcing them to drain in more power, and his power level sky-rocketed! His muscles pulsed, but it was clear to do so his defenses were shaven thinner. By weakening himself in flesh and what held him together, he could use these inhibitors to enhance his power level by two fold on top of his current transformation! So, if he held a ten times power level, and his defenses were merely a times six. His power level was 533,660! This much strength would easily over power his foes. Oh if he had this just a few minutes earlier that attack Zucceta sent at him would have been null! ----------------------------------------------- Regeneration used for Thread Hopefully Zenkai from the trauma Heavy weights at start of the thread - PL please
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 19, 2015 20:30:10 GMT
The Namekian had thanked Zucceta before he left, his Hellzone Grenades detonating harmlessly in the earth around the Oozaru as he plunged them downwards, not bothering to keep his guard up as she had requested. She tuts under her breath, still staring into the gunk. Had it phased through her physical blows even then? She thought so. Perhaps that was for the best; she would have finished him off otherwise. She found it amusing the Namekian thanked her; it was not so she could save his life that she had repelled Koramund's attack and destroyed him in one fell swoop; it was decidedly a show of her might rather than an act of generosity. It had just worked in her favor. She had been extremely tempted to blast him out of the sky as she left; but she was uncertain that she could take on an Oozaru Athren, who would have surely been forced to transform to avenge his friend.
Speaking of which, the other saiyan didn't have much to say to her wit; seems he was troubled by marital issues with his green boyfriend: Might be something to do with the fact a random saiyan mercenary had to step in to save his sorry hide, brother. "Maybe you will, oketsu." She murmurs behind the trailing saiya-jin, frowning slightly. Lady Death wasn't sure if he was soft or not; he had Namekian friends, and had obviously been on Earth for some time, but her scouter registered an impressive power level. Or perhaps it is I who is simply pitifully weak, and he is simply a decent fighter. Another milestone. She wasn't too concerned - she had earned a ridiculous amount of power in the space of a month simply by fighting many of the inhabitants on this planet, and her trajectory was only set to gain power at an increased rate.
Which left her and the pile of goo. She growls as she looks at it, bubbling; it looked as if he was about to reform. She hoped Baron Crimson would take her advice: nonetheless, if he did regenerate with the intent to continue combat, she highly doubted he would be at a power capacity to fight her properly. She beats her fists against her chest a couple of times, grinning to the sky, the light of the moon trickling around the great corpse-tree despite its immensity. Yes. Yes. This was the first true victory of warfare she had achieved on this world, and it tasted sweet. It tasted sweeter knowing that the next victory against Koramund would be all the truer. She would be ready, with a repertoire of techniques far beyond what she knew today, and he would truly know fear as she cast him into the next dimension.
She lifted into the air, glancing to the south. She would return home and rest when the moon fell beneath the earth, taking the morning to rejuvenate her tired body. Just before she began to pick up speed, her great simian ears picked up a murmur: her target had reformed, but she felt confident, safe.
"You were the first to be able to bring me to the brink of extinction, I would commend you if you could still hear me."
She turns around and booms: "I will happily take your commendation, Baron Crimson. You fought well today, but you would fight better if you were lucid!" She laughs, before jetting off with the full force of her Oozaru power, cackling into the night. She hoped Orache was still awake in the light of the moon, so she could beat him and say she defeated his father's killer... though she wouldn't lie to her team-mates. The Baron was still out there. Perhaps Orache could gain vengeance next round.
As she flew, she formulated - she realised that her Warhead blast wasn't yet at the peak of its potential. It had taken her far too long to gather the power needed to remove Koramund from the Earth. She could gather it faster. Yes. The Gigaton Warhead was born this very night, in the aftermath of victorious legacy!
(PL please! Saga Bonus + Catch-up gains
Learning [MP3] Gigaton Warhead)
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 21, 2015 19:10:38 GMT
Zucceta has ruled that the heavy weights won't be counted, since this is a DE and not a training, and they will be (and were) removed quickly. I had a fun time reading it Gains: Koramund: Your WC is 4,864, and you will be + 9,371 PL (With Zenkai for near dead-ness) Athren: Your WC is 4,177, and you will be + 5,482 PL Naroka: Your WC is 2,511 and you will be + 4,576 PL Reikiko: Your WC is 2,858 and you will be + 5,273 PL Wyntre: Your WC is 488 and you will be + 644 PL Zucceta: Your WC is 3,744 and you will be + 8,213 PL
Koramund or Zucceta for adding please.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Mar 3, 2015 6:03:20 GMT
Where the 6 grades added to the characters that partook in this thread?
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 3, 2015 15:37:05 GMT
Fairly certain by Koramund or Zucceta, yes. Kora jumped from 50s to 60s shortly after I graded.
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