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Post by Kaula on Aug 2, 2015 8:15:04 GMT
[Heavy Weights: on][Takes place in Avalon Dojo, so dojo bonus plz][ Sala] Kaula sighed as she slowly lowered herself to the ground, leaves crunching beneath her boots as she looked at the destroyed chunk before her. Not too long ago, there was a massive explosion on an island. A floating island. It was the rumored Island of Avalon, a somewhat secretive society that was apparently attacked and destroyed. Chunks of the magical- well actually technological floating island ended up all over Fukurou Forest. And this particular chunk was rather massive, the size of a school, actually. The Saiyan made her way towards the chunk, shaking her head as she went to hop - more like leap considering how high she went - up onto the tile. She glanced back to the forest before looking at the dilapidated building before her. There was a massive amount of damage to the front, most of the wall taken out there. From the looks of it, it was a two story building. There was a main room that had balconies looking over it. There were also multiple rooms branching off of the old dojo. Kaula reached to her chest, feeling at the strap that kept the sword sheath secured on her back. She had decided to forego her normal armor for the time being, instead wearing her green chang po, or chinese long coat (think like mercenary tao, but green) which had a small emblem of the Crane school over her left breast. She was, however, wearing her normal slightly baggy pants and armored boots, as well as her white, finger less gloves. On top of the long sword that was sheathed on her back, she also seemed to have a simple saber on her left hip. Pretty armed for a short Saiyan, which would be easy to tell considering the monkey tail poking out from her clothing, but.. Well.. Then again she was a Saiyan. Saiyans lived for violence a lot of the time, so it kind of made sense she had weapons. "Shame.." she muttered out as she moved into the building, a hand coming up so she could run her fingers through that glorious mane of her's as she glanced up. There were holes in the ceiling, letting light from above shine into the destroyed dojo. Her emerald eyes glanced down as she looked to the former training equipment in the room. A lot of it was destroyed. Some of the areas scorched and burned away. Kaula couldn't help but sigh again as she kicked at the ground. "So much memories, simply gone." she continued to mumble. She was pretty damned bummed over the whole thing, her slightly lethargic body language kind of showed that. The Saiyan Hybrid moved to make her way across the big training room to one of the racks that held some wooden training swords. She went to remove an intact one from the rack, giving it a few testing swings. "I wonder how much of this will still be useful. How much can we salvage.." she said to herself. Of course, this was out in the middle of the wilderness. It was a bit impressive that such a large chunk of the island had survived the explosion. It was good, considering it was on the fringes of the floating place, not that most would know that. But on the ground, it certainly stuck out like a sore thumb. Especially for people flying above, looking down.
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Post by Sala on Aug 2, 2015 15:53:43 GMT
A pleasant walk through the darkest, spookiest forest on Earth was just what Sala needed. Well, a pleasant float, really, she didn’t like to walk if she could help it. To any onlooker, she probably seemed a bizarre sight, levitating on her back as though lying on a bed, hand pressed against her face as various snacks floated around her body. Sala tore open and reached into a box of malted milk balls, one of her many favorites, and stuffed a handful in her mouth. Her purple tongue ran across the chocolate exterior, melting it in her mouth until she reached the delicious, malted center. She just adored ho they melted in her mouth. She telekinetically moved the contents of a nearby bag of marshmallows into a single-file line to her throat, stuffing her cheeks with the squishy, white treats.
Her red eyes darted about, nothing but gloom and darkness for miles. She imagined herself with a home in a place like this, but she really liked deserts more than forests. Maybe a vacation home? Sala pictured a big, dark castle that stood ominously in the center of the forest. Perfect! But building stuff was a lot of work and seemed like something she should really make someone else do… Speaking of getting someone else to do things for her, she needed servants! Yes, servants, she decided, she needed people to wait on her hand and foot, people to collect and offer her candy every day! She imagined herself being worshipped by a horde of loving subjects, a beloved queen adored by all. Each of them would do exactly what she wanted, feed her, bathe her, kill for her.
BOOM! (or perhaps more of a BLAM!) A massive explosion sent Sala’s ear-holes ringing. Startled from her daydream about domination, her concentration broke and she fell to her rear on the floor. Candies of various makes fell from her telekinetic grip but, fortunately for her, she never opened anything until she’s ready to stuff all of it in her mouth at once. Gluttony saves the day yet again! Rubbing her rear, she got to her feet, finding her balance on the uneven forest floor in her heeled shoes. With a flick of her finger, she brought the candies back into the air around her. “Now just what the hell was that?” she wondered, her eyes darting to the source of the explosion.
Maybe someone was hurt! Oh boy, she hoped someone got hurt! Things were always so much more interesting with a splash of bloodshed. More dramatic, more fun to look at, she even enjoyed the smell of blood! It smelled delicious! A quick shiver ran down her spine, she was getting far too excited. Shaking her head, she flew forward towards the area of the explosion, hovering over the forest canopy to get a better view at… at… “Oh my,” she muttered, staring up at the ruined, floating island of Avalon as its pieces crashed into the forest. A sharp, shrill scream echoed from her lungs as she quickly noticed that she was quite clearly in the line of fire from the debris raining down upon the area.
Sala and her candy swerved in the air, trying to avoid the falling rocks that rained down upon her. “No, no, no, no-no-no-no-no, noooooooooooooooooo!” she screeched as large and small rocks rocketed down from the island. One smacked her in the back of the head, sending her pitching forward and leaving a large welt on her squishy skull. Her candies scattered outward from her body, pelted from shock when her focus broke. Rubbing the back of her head with her tentacle, Sala’s red eyes widened in horror as her candy rained down with the massive chunks of rock.
Darting left and right, Sala tried to grab her falling candies with her telekinesis. Frantically reaching for the sugary snacks — a bag of caramel corn, some chocolates in candy shells, gummy candies with liquid centers, a bag full of cotton candy, a delectable, pink stick of rock candy. But her absolute favorite, her cream-filled sandwich cookies, flew the longest distance. After collecting the others, she moved as quickly as she could toward the bag of yummy chocolatey cookies. So close, they were falling below the forest canopy! Closer… closer! She held out her hand and stopped it just before it reached the forest floor. Hooray! Cheerfully, she opened the packaging, tore one of the cookies in half, and licked the cream from in between before chewing up the cookie. Preparing to swallow the rest of its contents whole, she opened her mouth wide.
In the darkness of Fukurou Forest, Sala didn’t notice as a shadow enveloped the area around her body. Instead, she psychically stuffed her mouth full of cookies until it became obvious to her that things were getting a bit too dark. Her head tilted to the sky and she let out a muffled scream. The largest chuck of the floating island was coming down right above her head. Sala began to squirm in the air, panicking before darting off as fast as the speed of fear would take her with all her snacks orbiting her body. She could feel the rock against her back as she neared the edge of its perimeter, lowering herself and her candy in hopes that she would make it out in time. Crunch! Well, she made it halfway out. The massive slab of island crushed the lower half of her body, splattering it (and, more importantly, crushing her candy) under its weight.
It hurt, but the loss of candy really upset Sala. She began to sob, pinned under the rock, unwilling to pull herself from the wreckage while she grieved the tragic loss of confection. Rest in peace, caramel corn! Rest in peace, gummies! Rest in peace cotton candy and rock candy. And… and… She looked in front of her. “N-no… noooooooo!” she cried, pounding her fists on the ground. “It’s not fair! You were so young and innocent!” she cried out. “It’s not faaaaaaiiiiiir!” Her sandwich cookies flew out from her mouth when the island fell on her stomach, half-eaten cookies now strewn across the disturbed dirt. Sala lacked the will to go on now, she resigned herself to her fate: to be a torso pinned under tons of stone. She lowered her head and sobbed into the dirt, thoroughly defeated… at least until someone else came by and noticed her extremely loud and dramatic crying.
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Post by Kaula on Aug 4, 2015 0:21:04 GMT
Kaula sighed as she stood in the dojo. She was feeling a bit down, of course. And there were still some residual rocks falling every now and then due to the malfunctioning gravity field that was in the center of the island. So, as it slowly continued to shut down, other chunks would start to fall.
Kaula, however, had heard someone cry out and sigh as a hand went to face palm herself for a second. There'd go her quiet time, she thought, as she slowly trudged outside of the dojo, glancing around at the forest for a few moments. Lucky for her, she had the high ground to see what was going on right now. She eventually hopped off the platform and approached the noisy girl, staring down at her for a few moments. First thing she'd note is she looked like a majin. She had known a few of them. One was a total ass bite. The other two were pretty fucking awesome.
From the looks of it, she seemed to be stuck. No, she was stuck. She just wasn't really shutting up at all about it. Just kept crying. Whining. Bitching and moaning. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Her eyes rolled before she moved to slowly cram her foot underneath the edge of the rock that had been keeping her trapped. And, in one elegant movement, she moved to kick her leg upwards to flip the rock off of the pink Majin.
"There you go." the Saiyan said in a slightly grumpy voice. She glanced down at her in silence for a few more seconds before she moved to simply hold a hand out to help her up, if she would want help that is. "Should probably be more careful or something."
(Sorry for the short post. x3)
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Post by Sala on Aug 6, 2015 15:01:10 GMT
The entire lower body of the Majin girl was pink goop under the rubble, implying that she wasn’t really stuck, nor in exceptionally terrible pain. Most likely, she was just a drama queen. Still, she looked to the Saiyan and immediately stopped crying, her red eyes gazing up at the powerful person who just tried to help her. It certainly didn’t bring back her candy, but it was a start and, besides, this somewhat-grumpy person couldn’t be bad if she at least tried to help!
Sala’s eyes lit up and the splattered flesh under the boulder suddenly began to move and gather at her midsection. The sticky wads of her gum-like body slowly took on the shape of her long legs, reforming her body at once. Pressing her hand to the ground, the Majin slowly stood up on her bare, reformed feet. She levitated her body from the ground — she didn’t want her feet to get dirty, after all — and approached the Saiyan eagerly with her arms outstretched. “Thank you!” she exclaimed, pressing her cheek and nose against Kaula’s as she wrapped her arms around the Saiyan and grinned from ear-hole to ear-hole. She squeezed tight, though that probably wouldn’t bother the Super Saiyan much at all, and squirmed slightly as she gave the crabby Kaula a nice, warm hug.
Backing away a bit, Sala crossed her legs in the air as though she were seated upon an inivisble chair. With an index finger pressed against her cheek and her other hand holding the elbow, the smiling Majin took a moment to look the woman over. Her eyes trailed down for a moment, then met Kaula’s again with a slight purple hue appearing on her pink cheeks. With a twitch of her finger, she shot a magical beam from her hand and reformed her baggy, white pants, belt yellow heels, clothing her lower body appropriately, but not thinking too much about it. Well, that's embarrassing… but it’s not like I had anything for her to look at besides my legs, she thought.
For a long moment, the witch sat in the air, her long head tentacle swishing from side to side just below her rear. Finally, she spoke again, kicking off the air as though coming off a chair and presenting herself appropriately. One hand on her hip, the other in the air, she adjusted her posture to show herself off. “How rude of me, Miss Saiyan!” she said, her hand coming down to point at the teenager with a smirk. “I believe that I owe you an introduction! I am…” she said, twirling around in the air and striking a pose with one leg against her thigh and the pointing hand behind her head. Her hands raised into the air and she closed her eyes, head held proudly, “The gorgeous!” Grabbing her hips and lowering her torso, she turned away, lowered her head, and flipped her tentacle low, “The glorious, the glamourous!” Her body tilted back up, head tilted back to look at Kaula. She quickly flew about her, dancing in the air and posing as she introduced herself, “The splendid, the superlative, the superb, the sexy, the stunning, the sweet, the saccharine and simply sensational, Sala the Sorceress!” She ended her presentation, standing in front of Kaula with her right hand in a V sign near her head and the knuckles of the other hand against her hip, legs spread slightly as though she were some kind of superheroine.
…Okay, I need to set aside some time to work on that introduction dance, but I'm sure she's impressed. After all, it's me.
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Post by Kaula on Aug 8, 2015 23:08:43 GMT
Kaula just stared. It certainly took her more then a few moments before she realized that Majins could turn to goop. It would be hard to trap them underneath anything, really. Considering they could turn into fucking goo. She let out an annoyed sigh when she realized this and the majin had just been crying about absolutely nothing at all. She let out a pout for a moment as she realized she pretty much just wasted her damn time. Kaula let out a grumble as she slowly crossed her arms, just staring at the Majin as she started to reform her lower body. Now this was something she didn't actually see before. She saw Xitica, a majin friend of her's who used to live on Avalon, change the shape of her body every now and then, usually as a joke. But this.. Was.. Well.. It was certain different, that's for sure. Soon, however, she was engulfed into a pants less hug from the Majin. She just still sorta stood there, a little bit of a grump as she did. "Whatever.." she'd just mutter out softly at first, still a tad bit grumpy about the whole thing
However, she finally began to speak again after she started to float and magically give herself pants. She was a bit curious about that, wondering if it was like that time Icarus zapped gloves onto her hands or whatever. But she seemed to be introducing herself. To be honest, Kaula was more wondering about the whole.. Magical clothes zappy thing. And that just really destracted her from it all, she only caught the end of it. "Oh.. Hello Sala." she'd say as she stared at her for a few moments. Well, Kaula was never really one to not brag, after all. She brought a hand to her chest to motion to herself somewhat elegantly. "I am Kaula. One of the strongest warriors in the universe. ... And, apparently, I am also a princess." she'd say as she closed her eyes. To be honest, hearing that last part always just stroked her ego oh so well.
It was after that that Kaula went to turn, seemed she was heading back towards that abandoned looking building she had appeared from.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 25, 2016 20:56:53 GMT
Kaula 1234 WC & 1699 PL! Adding.
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