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
Tag: @scoras
Posts: 83
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Post by Ize on Mar 5, 2015 1:29:17 GMT
Hmm... Yunzabit Highlands... A nice place all in all but it's still not as good as Mt. Frappe! Wait, is that a dinosaur? Well that's unusual. Ize decided he would spare it for now. He would only kill it if it pissed him off, but Earth is actually kind of peaceful... It's calmed Ize's temper quite a bit.
...Three minutes later... "I'm surprised that the dinosaur hasn't noticed me yet. How smart of him. Uh... Her? It? I suppose it has to be an it."
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Daiki Iranos
Archived
PL: 163,046
Mastered Super Saiyan(x15)
Zeni: 87
Tag: @daikiiranos
Posts: 572
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Post by Daiki Iranos on Mar 5, 2015 1:39:25 GMT
Daiki, who was in his home slowly preparing his training of tomorow, started to sense a ki stronger than the usual Earthling ki, it was really familiar and Daiki knew he had met this aura before. Daiki quickly dressed up with his turtle training clothes and weight and then goes outside, heading toward the ki he felt. On his way, he found the dinosaurs he spared last time because he didn't had enought places to keep more meat. ''So you didn't move uh? Well, next time i'll eat you, you're friend were delicious.'' He said laughting to the dinosaur who seem's not to even hear anything. Daiki turned back to the ki he was feeling, he was really close now. He then noticed a little humanoid form not so fat away from here and recognize Ize, the arcosian that he met a while ago. He flew toward it and landed in front of him.
''Hey Ize, what up? Do you always appear in desertic places or is it only me?'' He said kinda sure his friend was going to recognize him as well. Daiki was wearing his weight, who was putting him really near Ize's power level, what gave him an idea. ''Hey, with my weight, i am really near your power level, are you up for a little spar?'' He said in a challenging voice, hoping his friend would accept.
[Daiki power level with weigh: 10,150]
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Ora
Archived
PL: 75,332; Oozaru(x10): 753,320; Items: One Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), 2 Senzu Beans; Scouter; Zeni: 849
Tag: @nitroji
Posts: 197
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Post by Ora on Mar 5, 2015 3:23:19 GMT
"...." Nothing bit silence was made from the flying youth's vocal functions. Just the cold stare he was working on and the puny sound of throbbing that came from his recently sliced cheek. It hurt, for a minute, but he had learned to ignore the wound's sting. It wasn't mortal and it didn't impede his working ability. In fact, the stained gauze around his wrists had been more than enough to cleanse the flesh of its crimson turned color back into the original tan. Indeed, Orache had finally left the Gravity Chamber for a reason more than simply grabbing a few ounces of nutrition. But rather, to explore Earth once more and gain a foe of equal or more in power. He needed the physical trauma to double his base strength. He didn't realize it, but the moment his Riot Javelin had come to contact with his skin, the scar shaped in a star, he had been shooken and realized that he'd need to become stronger than himself. Not only this, but his destiny had still been close to being clutched. His power level was nearing heights unheard of by his own, but that mattered naught. For his mates: Zucceta and Zasho were quickly behind him- If not far pass him at any point. His young and still moldable set of thinking and lack of loss had truly set him at points far behind his beloved packmates. Although, beloved would be a little unnecessary as an adjective. More so, trusted and cared for.
Ora's scouted had been attached to his ear before he had departed from his team's ship, the green piece of machinery turned on by the simple press of the red button on its ivory white base. The green glass that hover before his left eye being turned from a bland, recolor of the world, into a more technical recolor of the world. However, while the golden etching of the preferred romaji had first calculated for nothing but a 0, the number had changed drastically. Rising from little under hundreds of thousands to grand five hundreds into a terrifying one million. The Saiyajin had gotten a tad unnerved from this, his dark pupils darting from their forward view to the corner of his eye. Something incredible had shifted the earth and he didn't quite know what it was. Whatever the hell it was, it was strange. A reason was definitely behind this and Orache would find out..in due time, that is. For now, it'd be suicide to fight a power level of one whole million.
Few beads of perspiration had begun dotting Orache's features. A drop or two along his brow and some on his line of jaw, but a single bead on his nose. Bags of concern formulating beneath his eye sockets as well. The male's jaded green aura crackling around him and exploding into a full ember of flame, surrounding his entire figure as he increase speed. Whatever this unknown power was, Ora had to flee from it and get to easier ground. However, despite his slight fear, the Saiyajin had realized something: Someone with immense power was on this spinning space rock. Meaning, that Earth wasn't space trash after all. In fact, this was a chance to prove it did house strong inhabitants, rather than garbage wannabe fighters. Though, this thought was interrupted as two, brand new power levels had surfaced onto his scouters monitor.
Some weaklings. While Orache would have loved to ignore them, something had pulled his strings to move toward them. To, bully these two disgraces. Clearly they thought they knew how to brawl, just by noticing how average their power level was in comparison to the usual power level of, say, five or two that Earth was so famous for. But it was quite obvious that they wouldn't stand a near chance against the true Saiyajin Warrior. Spinning a full circle, Orache had made a fancy movement before dashing for the location, his scouter acting as a GPS. A coy smirk finding its way onto his face as he move. This trip but a few minutes, the Saiyajin had reached Yunzabit in due time, somersaulting into the stage and before Daiki Iranos and the unknown garbage beside him. It was an Arcosian, thusly equating to trash. Stepping on his feet, he had begun a cycle towards the duo. "Having a tea party, eh?" the youth had opened with.
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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
Tag: @scoras
Posts: 83
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Post by Ize on Mar 6, 2015 22:43:36 GMT
Ize looked up at Daiki, "Greetings Daiki. I usually just show up in cold places. And yes I know where I was when we met." He said that last sentence with slight boredom and hoped Daiki wouldn't comment on it. "Wait. Your power level is near mine?" Ize pressed a button on his new green scouter and viewed Daiki's power level of roughly ten thousand. Ize smirked and nodded, "Let's get to it then."
Ize got into a fighting position but was soon distracted by a high power level. "Sixty thousand?! Daiki, would you rather help me fight whatever that is?" Ize pointed to the direction of the power level where a silhouetted figure could now be seen. Upon further inspection Ize saw that it was a saiyan! As the saiyan landed Ize was almost ticked off by the sayan's arrogant comment. "Friend of yours Daiki?" Ize said that through clenched teeth, "I just met this saiyan and he's already testing my patience."
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Daiki Iranos
Archived
PL: 163,046
Mastered Super Saiyan(x15)
Zeni: 87
Tag: @daikiiranos
Posts: 572
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Post by Daiki Iranos on Mar 6, 2015 23:30:19 GMT
Daiki saw Orache and his face froze, how could he found him, his power level was lower than when they last met because Daiki was wearing weighted clothes. Daiki could not believe him and Orache's path meeting again, he didn't wanted that to happen. Wait, Ize is with me, we can beat him. He said, and just like Ize read his though, he asked him for help to beat Orache. Daiki nodded to Ize. Then Orache was standing in front of them taunting in the very first thing he said to them. Ize asked to Daiki if it was a friend. ''Of course not, he is just a crazy and brutal saiyan, there is no way that this guy could be my friend.'' He said out loud making sure Orache hear it too. Daiki got looked at Orache, who wasn't moving, Daiki knew he would not be able to fight him with his weight, he stripped his weight clothes off, making his power level goes from 10,000 to 40,000 in a single fraction of second. ''Ize, if you wanna fight this guy, and we don't really have the choice i think, you'll have to transphorm.'' He whispered to his friend's hear. Daiki got into a fighting pose, ready to fight Orache even if his power level was not even close to his foe. I can't lose now, we are two and he is alone, i have to count on Ize's transphormation, hoping he can get a decent power level against Orache. Common Ize, don't let me down. Daiki though to himself, looking at Orache as he was secretly charging his wrath of the thunder god, the sky was now covered in cloud full of lightning, ready to charge Daiki when he will ask to.
[Wrath of the thunder god: MP3, charged 1 turn: 40,600PL charged]
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Ora
Archived
PL: 75,332; Oozaru(x10): 753,320; Items: One Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), 2 Senzu Beans; Scouter; Zeni: 849
Tag: @nitroji
Posts: 197
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Post by Ora on Mar 7, 2015 0:00:40 GMT
Two opponents. Guess they didn't like having their party being disrupted. Then again, who would? Certainly not these two nitwits. After all, the fake Saiyajin who thought he was a Nameksejin. However, he was playing with some Arcosian. Strange, who would think? After all the bad blood between the two races, these two somehow made nice and could make a duo against a common enemy. Bah, oh well. Daiki's level in strength had spiked, but such was truly no biggy. The Arcosian was more a threat, and he was the one who boasted the strength to transform at will. Now, a battle plan had to be made. Daiki preparing for a lunge, as a guess and it was unclear how Ize was to fight. Perhaps he was of those, annoying, ranged type excrements. In such case, a well aimed and charged Riot Javelin could solve him in an instant.
The Saiyajin's mouth had cracked into a malicious grin. He had shuffled into a standing upright position, spreading his legs apart and closing his eyes as well. Putting his arms up in a blocking position before lowering the right forearm to his side and grabbing the left wrist. His fist balled and clenched in tight. Fingertips digging into his palms, his eyes cracking open. The familiar emerald green aura he had coined flaring around his body to embue him in an amazing and crackling fire. His power level remaining but a favorite one among his techniques being readied and focused for maximum strength. Something to combat both of his opponents. Although, if Ize was like all the other Arcosian: He'd leave Daiki to combat the enemy alone before taking on Orache. Throwing a swine before dirtying his grossly undersized hands. The youth's lips parting as he begin a guttural roar of passion and intimidation. The aura that wrap around him causing small hurricanes around his shins and feet.
[Last Riot Javelin [MP3] Charge 1.]
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