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Post by Zexama on Jun 26, 2015 0:56:53 GMT
(Ki suppressed to 5 Pl, Heavy weights on)
Zexama out of the palace just walking about trying to learn the moves that Faltroshish had made her candy snakes use. She had grown sick of the Arcosian guards and decided to take a break from them before they got hurt. She put her hands together and small bits of snow came into her hands, turning into bright pink candy on the way they all combined to form a large sphere that glowed pink. The sphere was only a large as Zexama’s head but she packed energy into it and soon it glowing different shades of pink.
She attempted to put more energy into it but her hands shook, she was way to stressed as of now and recklessly put energy without stabilising appropriately and it grew much large in size. Her hands were now zooming from one side to the other before it exploded in her face. She raised her hand and wiped all the pink candy goo off her face. ”57 tries down, Kami knows how many left to go.” She raised her hands again before more snow from all around came to her hands and compiled into a large ball again.
Zexama opened her mouth and dropped the whole thing in there as she decided to take a break. She sat down in the snow cross legged and looked at the raging hail storm that was going on around her. Pellets of ice were flying into Zexama every known and then, she looked back at the castle to see if anyone had a scouter or she could give her to them so they could scan her and she could confirm that she learnt how to suppress her Ki.
She was just about to fly over the wall until something popped up in front of her eye in candy language. Her scouter had made a few beeps before showing a number in candilitailion, the translation was so:
20,000 Pl Detected
Zexama rubbed her hands together as she flew over in the general direction waiting for her to find the somehow stronger than the average Arcosian guard. She stopped flying as she reached a place in which the hail storm was so strong and shouted with her hands cupped around her mouth. ”PERSON!!!! PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE WITH A PRETTY CHERRY ON TOP CAN YOU COME OVER HERE PLEASE!” After all that Zexama expected that the 20k pl person would come here or he would get a beaten, not to mention the earth shook while she shouted.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 1:29:07 GMT
The crunching of snow fought as loud as it could against the storm, but it was easily covered by the storm. Aksor's tracks were strong but would vanish so quickly it would be as if he was flying. The brightly colored Arcosian starred into the abyss to see her, that damned little child. Her pink body stood out against the pure white and dark blue ice and snow. No there was no doubt about it, that was Zexama! Aksor just stood there, staring at her, and it seemed to be breathless for moments. Aksor gave off one of the biggest grins he ever could, before tackling Zexama playfully and trying to laugh! Aksor said, "Zexama! Oh sweet Empresss, I thought I would never see you again." The Arcosian's bio-gems pulsated with their grand heat, giving him a gentile heat in this grand storm. Aksor raised himself tall, before saying, "Oh we must catch up as fast as possible, but before then I need to find Empress Wyntre Cold. I mean no harm, and you will remember who I am in do time if you don't know yet. Do you know where she is?" Aksor prayed she would find him as no threat.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 26, 2015 11:04:06 GMT
Zexama was still sitting in the snow with her legs crossed while looking at the snow fly by in all directions. She was starting to grow annoyed as no one seemed to respond to her call until she heard a slightly familiar voice. Zexama popped him her back before her legs followed and she sprang onto her legs. "K-k-koramund? I glad tha-" Zexama felt like running to him and snuggle up to his leg until he lit himself up and it seemed he had changed quite a lot. Zexama ignored the changed appearance and nodded at what he had to say.
She took her scouter off while changing the language to English and passed it over to he new form of Koramund and double checked that she had suppressed her form. "Yeah Yeah, whatever that can wait. Now scan me and tell me my power level and see my power!" Zexama would send a message to Wyntre to come when it was time to, but until then she would wait for Askor to scan here.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 13:24:03 GMT
Aksor gave a warm smile to Zexama's little stumbling at speaking his name, but he just spilled it out, "...Koramund is dead. Don't get upset because I will explain everything alright? I want to explain it in front of Wyntre because its... longer than trying to use diplomacy on Lady Death." Aksor gently picked up the scouter, and placed it on his head. The crimson display locked onto her, and displayed her power level of 5. Aksor said, "Ah, you have the ability to suppress your ki now. For me to earn my freedom I lost so much power level. But, do you have a transformation? Can you increase your power level extremely high?"
Aksor started walking the way Zexama came, crunching the sand below himself. He simply sighed, and hoped that Zexama would understand him. He stood tall and noble like a prince, but it was clear some twitches happened as well. He cursed slightly, he has been back for a month and he still had these muscle problems. He was wired in a different way, but it was clear he could still function.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 26, 2015 14:17:15 GMT
Zexama listened to Koramund before getting slightly confused, she wanted to get this guy to Wyntre as soon as possible so that Zexama could find out what the hell had happened to him. She listend to his second segment of speech and nodded for the Ki suppression bit and raised her hand before removing her suppression to reveal her true strength with the scouter still on Aksor's head. Zexama raised her hand and the scouter was mentally ripped from his face and placed on Zexama's instead. Zexama pushed a few buttons on the scouter and a message system popped up. Wyntre Cold Koramund is back, and he's dead... I told you people could come back from the dead, you owe me a muffin. Zexama looked over at Koramund and waved her fingers in the direction of the castle. She spoke in a strong voice to Koramund. "Come on Kor-person, follow me through the wall and straight into the throne room, I know a short cut." Zexama walked forward expecting that Koramund would follow her. She walked next to the wall of the palace and with a sway of her hand she activated her SU3 Candification ability before using Candikinesis to move the entire wall out of the way, if Koramund followed her she would wait for him to walk past and then recreate the wall. With a snap of her fingers the candy wall was turned into normal wall and Zexama shouted with her hands in the air. "Hey Wyntre! Dead man walking over here!"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 27, 2015 8:38:26 GMT
Here Wyntre was, happily enjoying the peaceful silence of order. Oh, how easy it was to sit upon her throne and look upon her content subjects. How happy the Universe was, to be under her rule... Oh, what was this? A SpaceSkype message? It read 'Zexama: Koramund is back, and he's dead... I told you people could come back from the dead, you owe me a muffin.'
Oh, how preposterous Zexama could be. Surely, Koramund had those strange abilities in which he could turn into a liquid jelly, did he not? It was of little surprise to Wyntre that Koramund could have survived whatever was out there: for example, that Super Saiyan. What was not true was of little surprise, Wyntre had not known what had really happened, as she is sure to learn soon hereafter. This is why she prepared to reply to Zexama's message with 'Oh, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. Don't expect any muffins: I've installed a button for that.'
However, Wyntre was unable to send this message as it seemed she was too late. A portion of the wall turned into candy, allowing both the small, pink child and a being Wyntre has never seen before to enter. Koramund? No, it looked too Arcosian. She remembered when the two first met: from that, she learnt that Koramund was by no means Arcosian, at least wholly. Perhaps this was a disguise?
"Koramund, I assume? It's a pleasure to have you back. May I ask... what happened?" she asked from atop her staircase, sitting in her Hover Chair.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2015 12:39:33 GMT
Aksor gave as much of a concerned smile as he could while walking after Zex, and said, "Your so much stronger then me, its amazing! You could have defeated Athren by yourself at this level." He watched as Zexama literally TORE the entire fucking wall off and Aksor simply starred wide eyed. Pieces of mint and little glossy pieces of lollipop fell from the violent moving of the wall, but in total it was easily kept together. Aksor leaped while he could through the opening, and watched as the wall turned back to a wall. Aksor commented, "Transmogrification,you turn the mass into energy and then back to mass. By this assumption, you can turn it not only into candy but generally anything..." Aksor cut himself short from the rest of the explanation when Wyntre in her hover chair starred at him questionably, ah his appearance.
Aksor ripped a 6 foot long claymore off his back, and embedded it into the floor. Aksor roared as he transformed into a hulking 8 foot tall armored brute, and then knelt to Wyntre. Aksor said, "My name used to be Koramund, but now it is Aksor. For either of you to truly understand who I am, I unfortunately need to go on for the long story of my life. 65ish years ago, I was born as an Arcosian here on the home-world from a noble family, which is now known as the Thousand Tails. At least, they used to be, for now they all rest in graves for trying to assault the Emperor 40 years ago. Back to my story, I was banished for a mutation in my tail, where hundreds of tiny other tails grew from it, ironically filling the name of the Thousand Tails clan. I was banished to a planet known as the Red Sands, and survived as a servant to a strange beast culture that looked like a cross between a millipede and a scorpion..." Aksor took a breath, and looked up to see their reactions so far, before going once more.
"I found a animal I deeply cared for known as Sacrid, a rhino with bat like-wings. The albino and me were forsaken by the herd, and we survived for a year until we found a Saiyan crew harvesting materials, I don't remember exactly. I became my monster form, slaughtered the three Saiyans, and stole their ship. I went into cryo-stasis, while my mind played war games and learned of Saiyan culture and technology. Later on I learned from the virus that took me over, a ancient parasite that was frozen in a comet slammed against the ship. It almost murdered Sacrid and rewrote all my genes. Inside he kept a tiny spark of me alive, which you see now. He experimented on me, and I was fully conscious the entire time, feeling the torture. The trauma caused the Chromataphores in my skin to change color, and he changed my skin color from teal to black to try and hold in thermal energy better. Thats also why my bio-gems have flames inside them, they are ACTUAL flames caused by my ki."
Aksor suddenly gave a serious tone, and raised him. He spoke loud and proud, "Empress Wyntre, I have come here not to tell you my story. I came here because that parasite that stole my body dishonored you, and left your empire for the damnedest of reasons. I wish to rejoin the Arcosian Empire, no longer be considered a banished traitor, and let my noble blood serve you. I know, it is a lot to request at once. What do you say?" Aksor yanked his claymore back onto his back, before turning into his suppressed form. He eagerly awaited both of their responses.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 28, 2015 0:49:46 GMT
Zexama watched Aksor walk in safely and in relief she placed as smile upon her face. When Aksor told her a bunch of stuff about her technique she didn't really understand the first bit but only the second part."Yeah, something like that I suppose." The message popped up in front of her eye saying there was most likely a perfectly logical explanation for why this all happened, but what Zexama about was the free muffin button. Zexama in all honesty wanted to find out what had happened to Koramund, why was he now in this weird changed form?
Zexama watched Koramund pull the massive thing out of his back, she also noted that his appearance changed once more, this had been the very first time that Zexama had ever seen an Arcosian change out of their suppressed form to their Brute form, and she had only seen the true form of Ize. She listened to the life story of Koramund, or what Zexama has more recently learnt as Aksor, intently. She didn’t want to miss a smidge of information for she might need to know for future times to come.
After Aksor had finished his story Zexama actually pressed her scouter and realised that his Pl had been times by five. Then Aksor got down to one knee and spoke in a more sincere voice than before. After hearing out Zexama she recalled that Koramund had abandoned all of them, she started to grow mad at Aksor before realising her stupidity and how this was not Koramund, but a better version of him, the original version.
He then requested to join the Arcosian Empire once again, perhaps so he could reclaim his honour. Then an idea sprang into Zexama’s head about the new thing that Wyntre had been discussing about a while ago. With eye coordinated movements she wrote into the scouter and sent the following to Wyntre; ‘Hey, I have an idea, how about we finally make that force thing and included him in it?’ Zexama then back into her pleading form and dropped to her knees with her hands firmly grasped against each other.
”WYNTTEEEEREE!!! CAN WE KEEP HIM! PRETTY PLEASE WITH A PRETTY CHERRY ON TOP CAN WE KEEP HIM PLEASE?!?” Zexama knew that Wyntre hated Zexama begging, she most likely hated it because it wouldn’t stop until Zexama had gotten what she wanted, but you know, Wyntre could live with Zexama begging her entire life.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 28, 2015 3:44:53 GMT
It was apparent, at least to Wyntre, that Koramund (or Aksor, she supposed) was somewhat amazed by Zexama turning the wall into a candy and than soon after turning that candy into normal wall. It was clear that Aksor hadn't come to know Zexama well enough if he still thought such a thing was amazing. Oh, and than Aksor transformed. Why? Perhaps there is no reason, perhaps no reason is needed. However, she had to admit: Aksor looked very... unique. He was far taller than many beings in the room, except for maybe the Ankoku-sejin. His lower body and tail all were a deep black, along with his arms. His chest and lower face were banana-yellow: the best kind of yellow. His natural armguards and cranial protrusion were a nice Artic Blue and three three visible bio-gems were a nice, deep red. Overall, menacingly Arcosian in a strange way. She wondered if Aksor had any negative feelings towards Athren. She wondered if he knew what befell the first Super Saiyan in a thousand years. Oh, but then he just had to damage the nice floor. It was a nice floor: flawless marble. She supposed she'd get Zexama to fix that later with that candification technique she has. Meanwhile, inwards on that story he was telling: it sounded like fiction. It contained many elements: an Arcosian outcast because of a highly ironic mutation, being stranded on a desert only to befriend a winged rhinoceros and to be taken over by some sort of virus, but not after being ruled over by some sort of milliscorpion-type thing. It was so utterly crazy that it might just be true. Paying little attention to Zexama's ranting, Wyntre spoke. Oh, wait, no! What's this? A message? from Zexama? "Aksor of the Thousand Tails, I know your Clan's name well, as you bring honor to it. We welcome you to the brain of the Universe. We know each other well, but a formal introduction is needed to meet the real you. Greetings, I am Empress Wyntre of Arcose... and you, my friend, you are among the bringers of universal order. We welcome you in open arms."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 4:00:27 GMT
Aksor gave off the grandest smile and his heart began to race. Aksor gave off his formal greetings, "Aksor of the Thousand Tails, and I humbly accept this blessing thou has given me. However, I must humbly request that I do something that is not in the formal code." Aksor then immediately tried to tackle both Zexama and Wyntre, hugging them with all his might while tears gushed to his eyes. Aksor let out a soft cry, hoping to be in their embrace while he explained once more, "I thought I would have lost you both forever. That bastard did whatever he wanted when he wanted. Oh I prayed you both would see me maybe as a ally, but this seems more like a friendship." He sniffed, and then uttered out, "I apologize for the feelings, I know they are highly irrational and non-formal but, I just can't let them go without being shared..."
Aksor joyfully raised himself and let go of either of the girls if they allowed him or never were held. He spoke with such a flame of hope and desire that it radiated off him, "What can I do first for my Empress and her Candy Princess?" Aksor knelled once more, to show as much respect as he could. His only hopes and dreams as thick and powerful as they might have been, were answered just so shortly. His tears were still ripe, but held back.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 28, 2015 6:17:17 GMT
Zexama smiled back at Aksor as he accepted the invitation to the Empire blithely. She tilted her head as Aksor said he was going to do something that is not of former code and it seemed he was trying to attack her. Zexama was standing next to Wyntre with a tilted eyebrow directed towards her. When Aksor impacted Zexama she didn't move back at all, it was almost as if a fly had tried to push her. Zexama welcomed the hug and patted one of Aksor's spike that was firmly dug into his head. She was about to step back from Aksor before she heard a voice echo in her head. "RIP IT OUT ZEXAMA! RIP IT OUT OF HIS SKULL! HE BETRAYED THE EMPIRE, HE SHOULD DIE!"
Zexama did the best she could to ignore Faltroshish where ever he was, she didn't want anything to do with him as of now. She stepped back and began talking before Wyntre had the chance to. "Actually there is Aksor, Wyntre has shared a few of ideas with me and I have built those ideas up to create a new idea, The Zexama force. Of course, it will be named after me since I will keep control of the operation after Wyntre puts me to the test. Wyntre of course will look over everything to make sure we don't do something too stupid." Zexama turned to Wyntre to see how she would respond to the matter, Wyntre wouldn't know much of what Zexama was saying because they hadn't discussed it very much even though Wyntre gave her the idea of it.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 30, 2015 4:45:47 GMT
Something not in formal code, what in the universe could he possibly be referring to~... Oh.
Due to the sheer shock of what happened, Empress Wyntre got tackled from out of her Hover Chair as she was (affectionately) pushed to the ground. Of course, Wyntre did what she would normally do if the supposed true form of one of her past (dead) soldiers identified himself and then commenced to tackle her: she struggled against him. Well, she didn't exactly struggle, or perhaps she did, it mostly depends on your definition of the word. But yes, for the most part, she was struggling, especially considering she was only using 10% of her available power: around twelve and a half thousand Power Level Units.
"Ah yes, he was mostly controlled by the Id of the Sigmund Freud's psychoanalytic personality theory. Now, could you please, uh... let go?"
And than he did so, probably independent of Wyntre asking him (ever so politely) to. After that, Wyntre briefly considered what she could 'put him up to'. Well, she supposed he could join that group Zexama had in mind, the one the two had briefly discussed. What did Zexama refer to it as? That Ginyu Force parody? Oh yes, the Zexama Force. Ah, drat. Zexama mentioned it before she could have. However, everyone's favorite Arcosian Empress, at the end, decided to add a portion. Not before, however, her feet left the ground as she moved back in the Hover Chair and, almost unnoticeably, increased her Power Level output usage to a fifth, 20%, giving her a Power Level of around twenty five thousand.
"Of course, it may not be the 'Zexama' Force. Here's an idea. How about the three of us go out into the arctic frozen lands, perhaps above, to fight each other and find out who to name it after. A good excuse for a spar, is it not?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2015 11:44:03 GMT
Aksor lifted up a eyebrow to the idea of a spar, and then laughed at this generous idea. Aksor sorrowfully noted, "Pardon Wyntre, but my power level has dropped by a vary large amount. For me to escape Koramund, I lost around 66 thousand of my base power level. I am afraid that I am so weak compared to you, I would have to go into around my Brute form just to stand a chance against your suppressed, while Zexama I can not even challenge. But worst yet, I lost all my equipment and gear from the parasite. I used to have a basic space pod for myself and heavy weights, now without em? Its like me constantly walking around in my true form training to reach your levels without being able to travel. Worst part is that the bug got disintegrated by Zucceta so nothings left. I'll get there eventually but right now its useless for me to fight."
Aksor finishes his miniature speech with a small sigh, looking to the group in disappointment, awaiting their responses.
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Post by Zexama on Jul 2, 2015 1:34:17 GMT
Zexama laughed as she knew she would not lose this battle no matter what, she had her mind set on winning the name for her own Force, the Zexama force shall prevail! As Aksor spoke his words and excuses Zexama was forced to raise an eyebrow. 'How in the world does he now about my power? He only scanned me and saw a pl of 5 and the last time we met I only had like 50k Pl, heck even Wyntre doesn't know about my new power!' Zexama looked confusingly at Aksor before speaking up.
"Excuses Excuses! Come on Aksor, what the worst that could happen? By the way, why don't you think you stand a chance, this is my full power." Zexama broke her Ki suppression by a tiny bit and revealed 60k worth of power. "See, not that high, ask Wyntre since you don't have a scouter." Zexama flew up into the air and made a small hole in the wall to fly out of before repairing as easily as she would eat a moon made out of Candy, pretty easy right?
Zexama landed in the middle of the snow and slammed her hands down onto the ground. All around her was now a tournament and no snow, the hail storm had vanished and there were even a bunch of speakers controlled by sentient AIs. "LET THE GAMES... BEGIN!"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 3, 2015 7:58:05 GMT
It was sad to hear that Zucceta had killed 'Koramund'. Yes, while Koramund may have been, to put it harshly, a mass-murdered freaky alien genotype (even by Arcosian standards) that had a fighting style mostly involving enough tricks and distractions to rewrite the entire O.B.R. twice over (HAH), so Wyntre supposed that he, at least, had deserved a death. Perhaps, however, he did not deserve a death at the hands of Zucceta. Why, though, I will leave up to your imagination. "Oh, don't worry about it. Both Zexama and I will suppress both of our Power Levels to one hundred thousand, just to make it fair. You can do that, can't you, 'Candy Princess'?" she queried.Oh, wait, no. OK. Apparently 60,000 is the maximum, considering Zexama is apparently still weak. Strange, the Power Level she displayed when she was angered by Wyntre 'supposedly not taking her seriously', the one she formed into a kiai to push back the guards was far more powerful than 60k. Perhaps more power is simply released when Zexama is angry, or perhaps her Scouter was being hyperbolic. Meanwhile, Wyntre managed, with her masterful flight abilities, to move through Zexama's candified hole in the wall and get to the other side before it was turned back into (flawless marble) wall as she had made her way to the 'arena'. In doing so, her Power Level output changed due to her mastery over it as her Power Level peaked exactly at 100,000. Not 99,999, not 100,001. Exactly 100,000, at least to the second decimal place. "If one of us is weaker than the other two, the right is given: to team up on them. But, without further adieu...""LET THE GAMES... BEGIN!"
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