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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 0:03:39 GMT
Bigby was in an alleyway in a city. He did not bother to get the name of said city and he did not care. He had put his recently stolen money to good use. He 3-d printed himself a new set of skin for his exoskeleton, bought a house, and got this awesome Osmium pimp jacket. Someone tried to mug him recently and he was only able to throw him a mile away. Can you believe that? Anyway, he had set himself up a little training area here. It was closed off by fences with blue plastic blocking the holes so that no one could see. To add to the privacy the surrounding buildings had no windows. God's this jacket was so fly, but it weighed a few tons and really decreased his power level. The easiest way to get to this place would be to fly over the tall fences.
Nothing would have drawn anyone to the place, not even his power level since he was an android. The only thing that could be heard was his training method. He had gathered several dumpsters and filled them with steel balls and mattresses. He was currently in the process of loudly striking one now. The metal groaned as he struck it, with a flash of seven hand signs he summoned his katana and cut it in half. There was much more training equipment around him just waiting to be used by someone super powerful. He picked up half f the dumpster, threw it in the air and shot a rocket at it. Smelly shrapnel rained down on his head, it would have been enough to really hurt anyone without his power level. But he just brushed it out of his hair and continued.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 1:09:07 GMT
((Totally forgot this stuff, sorry! Thread PL: 2,678, Heavy Weights on.))
She’d walked through the city twice and still couldn’t see what was so amazing about it. It was large, overbearingly disgusting and all of the people were terrible inside it. Was this some sort of defunct town that poor criminals flocked to, to ‘start a life’? With a grimace of annoyance and disgust, Zerori walked past another begging homeless man, ignoring his presence as he looked to her for currency. She’d worked hard to get the money that she did and with her injuries still healing – there was no way she was going to give it away when she needed it.
Her walking was aimless, leading her along by the sights and sounds around her. Her eyes gazed dully at everything, almost wanting something to happen so she could shake off that hospital blues. She’d been recovering for days now and it was about time that she got some sort of exercise in. Even if it was walking… As she passed a particularly terribly trashed interaction, the sound of something metallic caught her attention. It could have easily by dismissed as the sound of workers on metal, shaping it and hammering it together. However, to Zerori’s ears it was inconstant and it ended too quickly.
She walked the busy intersection without a beat, dodging cars fluidly by taking an extra step or stepping back before she met the sidewalk again. When she’d tracked the sound toward a taped off area; a building as odd and trashed as the rest of the city, she made sure to look over the patched up holes with interest, “What the hell would this serve?” She muttered before walking the perimeter of the building. It was when she found the door that her curiosity peaked and she walked towards it anxiously.
Her hands reached for the door handle, bandages over her fingers and arms. Her body was covered with them with patches and strips on her face from the burns she suffered. Walking in, she only just barely closed the door back when shrapnel came raining down, the smell wafting at her pungently. When all seemed clear after a moment, she opened the door back up, “What the fuck is going on here?!” She demanded, holding a hand over her nose to keep her sensitive nose from being over-stimulated and – in trun – cause her to pass out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 1:32:50 GMT
"Oh hey." Said Bigby who only gave the woman a sideways glance. He wanted to practice a new attack. He had found a bunch of trash and a big fat rotting away mattress. He had painted a target with a red can of spray paint on it. He jumped into the air, high, high into the air. And when he came back down he brought his foot into the concrete. It cracked the surrounding landscape an drove his foot deep into the ground. Exactly what he was hoping for. He pulled his leg out along with a huge boulder sized chunk of rock. He jumped in the air, let it fall off his foot, then drop kicked it. The rock soared through the air but he was not done, he activated his feet rockets and soared behind the stone, using it's jet stream to his advantage. The stone hit the wall, but the blow was lessened by the mattress target and all of the trash. As the rock broke open Bigby soared through it and cut with his katana. The remaining mattress split apart and it's fluff filled the air.
Bigby decided to stop for now, before the place smelled any worse. "Was I annoying you with all this sound? My bad, chose this place cause it was unreachable by most people and it was far away from any apartments. Lets see, you have a much higher power level than anyone else around here. But you are a demon so I suspect it to be more." He smiled. "Are you wearing weighted clothing? I sure am, are you recovering from something?"
Thread pl: 4,365
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 22:46:56 GMT
Watching his display, her face was a myriad of emotions that ranged from surprised, to wonder and then to annoyance when it slashed at the dumpster again and the smell was damn near stifling. Even with her hand covering her face, she groaned in disgust because she could smell it just as well. Walking in the room, she looked everything over, eyes narrowed to focus on anything in particular. A lot of destroyed pieces, as well as trashed positively everywhere. It was almost difficult to look at without feeling the urge to clean the place up. She looked back up at him from the corner of her eye as he began speaking. He thought this place was hidden from everyone else? Well, sure most of the noise could be confused for construction in this shitty city but… Rolling her eyes, she replied.
“It didn’t annoy me,” She mused, waving her hand in her face, “-not as much as the smell does, anyway! My curiosity just sometimes… gets the best of me,” Finishing, she walked toward him, avoiding the various holes, rotten food and trash bags that littered her way. At the mention of her heritage, she stopped instantly. Her eyes narrowed sharply, even as his words seemed to be supposedly innocent. He even noticed the cumbersome manacles on her body. Cautious, she responded, “Yes… I am.”
Changing motives, she continued walking toward him with calculated steps. The distance between them was at least five feet, in case he was a danger to her because of her heritage, “How do you know about my demon blood?” She asked, suspicion tinged heavily in her voice, “-I didn’t say anything and as far as I’ve known, I have never seen you before in my life.” Facing him now, she waited for his response.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 2:53:55 GMT
"Well it is simple. I am an android you see, when I saw you I cross referenced your features with my database to try and find out what race you were. Two of my greatest friends are a Saiyin and a Demon. So I had plenty of knowledge on their features personally. I spotted that shorter than usual tail you have, and I calculated with a 89% likelihood that you were half Saiyin half demon. It's a similar system used on social media. Really sorry about the smell, sometimes I forget that this stuff bothers other people. Well, are you up for some rehabilitation? We can let this trash smell blow over and have ourselves a little sparing match."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 18:51:45 GMT
She was genuinely surprised to see what Snippar once mentioned on thus planet; an android that was fully mechanical? Sure, Reikiko said she was an android but a bio-mechanical one. Thinking of the logic behind her surprised, she rationalized that she was making a big deal out of nothing. If Snips wanted a machine to dissect, he'll find his own.
Responding to his statements, she relaxed, "As long as you don't kill me, I'm fine wth that," a piece of trash fell from the ceiling and landed next to her, even after he apologized for his lack of noting the smell. With a disgusted expression, she relented, "Yeah, no problem..." Getting a little more distance between them, she adopted a low stance with her left and right hands to her back and front of her.
With a gesture of her hand and a tilt of her head, she beseeched him, "Do me a favor and attack first; I'd like to see if I can dodge in this condition."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 20:32:15 GMT
"Well for a lovely lady like yourself I can make an exception." Said Bigby. He pointed his left arm at her, the one not clutching a blade. Took immediate, sharp aim at her center of mass, then his hand split apart revealing his mechanical nature. He fired a missile with a rubberized tip. It would fly strait and very fast, Zerori would have to not be messing around to dodge this one, while it had a rubberized tip it could still pop some stitches for someone in her condition. "Think fast." He said. Despite the fact he had taken his time aiming up into this point, the rocket accelerated to it's top speed very quickly. Afterwords he raised his sword to defend, wary of any retaliatory attacks.
Attack pl: 363.75
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 1:13:54 GMT
Hearing his charming response, Zerori couldn’t help but return, “What a gentleman!” before she watched his arm rise to point at her. Her face became serious then, expecting some sort of energy blast to be thrown at her. However, when his arm seemed to slip open like a banana (no pun intended), she faltered slightly in surprise. Okay, that’s fucking weird! Caught off guard, she only just barely heard him declare his advice before she saw the mission almost upon her. Her body strained against her wounds when she dashed forward. Hoping to confuse him, she quickly bridged the distance between her and missile before jumping at the last second into a barrel roll to the side.
Catching her balance, she pushed off with surprising ease from the ground and toward him. An idea occurred to her then, and she grinned, “Try it again!” She demanded and in her hands, fire began to burn brightly. To anyone else, it would most likely feel like 200 degrees, but to her it was nothing more than a warm sensation against her fingers and palm. Every moment she held it in her hand, the temperature would rise and rise until she finally, she’d find a point at which to be satisfied. In order to test her theory, she wanted to try and dodge him as much as possible in her state before preparing her own attack for him to retaliate to.
(PL is 2,232 for fight. Dodged missile. Charging for 66% next turn.))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 1:17:55 GMT
Bigby fired another missile. This one seemed to be going a bit slower than the last one, but once it was halfway there it kicked it's speed up a notch and ended up even faster than the last missile. At this range, it would be harder to dodge. He aimed right at her feet to test and see if she could counter something that was not on a direct collision course with her.
Attack pl: 363.75
ooc: Just remember, you are wearing heavy weights!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 4:53:39 GMT
Damn it, I forgot about these damn heavy weights! She thought in frustration as he did exactly as she demanded. Loosing another missile, much closer this time, she didn't think she had the capabilities to dodge this one. However, when he aimed at her feet and the blast took her off guard, she could only hope that the shock wave wouldn't hurt her too terribly.
Deciding to give it a try, she step toward the rocket and jumped; in a risky maneuver she stepped straight on top of the rubber missile before attempting to bounce off of it to divert the attack from her. However, one of the snitches had ripped in the middle of the motion and the attack she had been gradually heating up to it's highest temperature, started to lose cohesion. I have to do it now! She realized and as she fell to the ground with her balance half-baked, she smashed her fist into the concrete. Like a river of fire, it quickly expanded and closed distance between her and him.
((Thank you for your patience! >< Attack PL: 1,473))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 16:18:08 GMT
If Bigby had been even a little bit preoccupied he would have been roasted and toasted pretty bad. Fortunately he was free to do what he wanted, so as the river of flames that seemed to come strait from the darkest depths of hell came at him he hopped high in the air, higher than any normal man could. Before he activated his rockets and steered clear of the blast. The concrete boiled and melted beneath him. "I'll give you credit for that one, if I could not fly my legs would be melted. Mind holding back a little more? Something tells me it is impossible for anyone to die here. Well I mean it is impossible for me to die anywhere, but this training will go on a bit longer if you do not melt me like a terminator."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 16:40:54 GMT
Still kneeling on the ground, Zerori scoffed with a smile at the distance in which he jumped, "Figures," She muttered before he activated some sort of rockets that kept him in mid air. He complemented her strength of attack, following up by asking her to hold back. Tilting her head at him a bit, she laughed at his words. "Hey, ordinarily, I would! However, I'm at a pretty bad disadvantage, wouldn't ya say?"
When she got to her feet, the stitches in her side bleeding out again, she circle past the molten ground that she'd created. Thinking that it might be time to try the offensive, she summoned fire in her hands once more with a thought. It swirled in her hand, almost like it was waiting to cause chaos once more but would behave for the moment, "Comin' at ya again!" With a quick sprint, she ran toward a wall and jumped once before bouncing off the concrete toward him flying self.
She couldn't fly and seeing him hover there pissed her off, but seeing so many people fly on this planet was starting to desensitize her from the issue. As she got close, she would aim to try and throw the fireball toward his midsection - being that it was the biggest target on his body.
((Attack PL: 737))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 19:33:48 GMT
"What world are you living in!" yelled Bigby once the girl said she was at a disadvantage. "Your power level while we are both in weights is still more than double of mine!" That's when he saw the girl run up a wall to throw a fireball attack. Could she not fly? Bigby pulled his arms up to block her attack and the fireball hit him full force. His non weighted clothes burned off greatly, leaving charred remains of their former selves. His artificial skin also was burned badly in other places. "Let me get this strait!" Said Bigby, who fell down to earth. Giving his flight rockets a much, much needed break as he weakened substantially. "You cannot fly, and with all of your demonic magic you forgot to learn about sensing Ki signatures, I bet you have a scouter or something around here right?" Bigby looked terrible, his face was... Alright, but his midsection, except for his weighted clothing had some pretty bad damage on it. He hunched forward, clutching his left arm which got some of the worst of the flames. Bigby could not feel any pain at all, since he was in no way organic. He looked at his opponents side. Concern went across his slightly ashen face. "Oh, you are bleeding. Let me come over there and look at that." Bigby walked over to the woman. "Let's stop, or at the very least take a break. I'm... Worried about you." Bigby was more concerned about her than him despite hit injury.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 19:51:19 GMT
She hit him? Sure enough, the blaze of fire that expanded from her hand struck true and she eyed the burns and blackened skin with worry as she landed on the ground. Her boots grinded to a halt, just coming short of touching the cooling floors and she watched him land on the ground. Despite the injuries, he showed no verbal or motion of pain like she did, He wasn’t lying, then. An android, huh… The idea of him not being to feel pain in their spar felt pretty unfair, even as he was aghast at her statement of being at a disadvantage. She threw her hands in the air when he started to run down a list of things he was trying to get clear about her. It was frustrating being so transparent to everyone when flying was apparently a mandatory skill on this planet as well!
Something threw her off, though, “A scouter, yes, but sensing energy? What is that?” She asked. That would be the third; No, fourth time she had heard about such an ability. She didn’t think she had it in her to feel out something like energy if she couldn’t control it. When she felt her side feel more soaked than usual, she looked down to see the blood dripping down her leg, seeping out from her armor. With a disgusted noise, she opted to sit down near a piece of metal that she assumed was once a garbage can. He took notice of the blood and she shied away from his help, “I don’t-” At the sudden surge of pain, she was urged to change her mind, “-Fine. Whatever.”
It was starting to become a habit, these injuries. If she didn’t find some way soon to reduce the amount of wounds she undertook fast, she might not live long enough to see anything worth while. “It’s a condition,” She told him, “-I’ve never properly controlled energy, even after many attempted to try.” Explaining something so personal disturbed her but the machine was far to informed for her to just clam up now. “Magic is the only thing I know how to control right now… ‘shittily’.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 20:05:19 GMT
Bigby pulled up a folding lawn chair from some wreckage, it was in good enough shape. He sat down next to her, grabbing a satchel bag that he had brought with him. "Well many people can learn how to sense out the energy of others, or supplement it with a scouter." He fished around in his bag for a while. It was mostly filled with a gun, a couple half filled boxes of ammunition, tools that he could use to repair himself, and some spare clothing. But he did manage to find some usfull items, namely some hydrogen peroxide he used to clean his joints, but he also found a bottle of water he used to keep himself from getting to dry. It was cool in the hot air of the city. "Here, I have a clean rag and some water. I can wipe away some of that blood for you, and before you decline you are more than welcome to do it yourself but I am not a pervert and I have never been alive. Gods, these bandages are botched. I think I may have some Gauss in a side pocket of my bag here, I use it to hold any broken metal parts of my body together in case if I get hurt. I think it might be medicated, I don't know. I threw that thing together with some of the human stuff I found in the house I bought recently. Look for a white box, I think it may be a first aid kit but I never bothered to check."
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