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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 7:23:25 GMT
OOC: As though Nemo is intending to seek Jarvis' help on the first day, feel free to jump in and interact a bit as well Bing Gan! Perhaps Kami-sama may have a couple of words to say to the greenie before he starts training with Jarvis =)
It is the fourth day; only two more missing until the saiyans arrive at Earth. The patrolman’s time was running out and he needed to proceed on training. The one warrior he was thinking about seeking out help now was the blue haired weirdo that came out of one of the Lookout’s room wearing nothing but his boxers when everyone was gathered there. From what the namekian could pick up from him, all goofiness aside, he seemed to be a powerful warrior.
In the early morning of that day, Nemo would head to the one place he last saw the warrior Jarvis: Kami’s Lookout. He energy signature seemed to be irradiating from there anyway. It shouldn’t take much longer for the patrolman to arrive at his destination. Although he was seeking training, there was no point in wasting time climbing the Sacred Tower again to reach the saiyan hybrid. He was tearing through the skies in moderate speed (he wasn’t going to waste all of his energy just to arrive at the hovering platform a bit faster). Still, his aura is visible as he dashes through the clouds, keeping an eye out for the flying station.
Moments later, Nemo arrives at the spinning-top shaped structure, landing softly on the familiar floor as he proceeds to walk closer to the building located north of the stairway. He just hoped Bing wouldn’t send him back down for flying there unannounced.
Nemo recalls the pale skinned android calling the blue-haired warrior Jarvis when he yelled to him, telling him to put on proper clothes .
~ “Hello there? Bing? Jarvis are you there?” ~ The patrolman screams as he makes his way towards the building.
Heavy Weights ON Thread PL at 8.528
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 10:54:10 GMT
Jarvis groaned walking out of the door way. Letting out a huff hearing someone calling out his name. He wasn't sure if Bing was still about but Jarvis found this place more relaxing then his pad back at the club. An BBA bunks sucked to sleep in... Military cots just weren't fun plus it was fuck all hard to sneak anyone into BBA for late night fun on big blu or any of their other facilities. Jarvis popped his neck for the moment. The days were nearing any time and the saiyans could be coming. The man from the z-fighter meeting was here? Heh wanting to train more probably. God they always wanted to train... Sure the world may be ending soon but all the more reason to enjoy yourself a bit as well. Jarvis walking out wearing only the military style pants and boots. No upper clothing looking a bit sleepy headed and his blue hair lightly a mess and his tail fluttering behind him. "This place use to be peaceful... Now you can't walk around without someone coming around waking you up every other second." Jarvis stretched puffing on a cigar in his lips. Getting a bit of rest after some special training prior.
"Please tell me you have a good reason for shouting my name out?" He'd say a bottle in his left hand as his right removed the cigar for just a moment while he sipped at the bottle in his left before chucking it off to the side and over the lookouts edge. As if to show he was lightly irritated and just awoken.
[Thread PL 193,974]
(Sorry short xD was sleepy)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 11:39:31 GMT
OOC: No problem lol
Nemo would wait outside for a bit before he hears the sound of an opening door and a fairly built blue-haired man comes out through the doorway visibly pissed, wearing only pants and boots as well as holding a cigar in his mouth, which he would occasionally drag. Complaining some, the brenchian hybrid demands an explanation as to why Nemo was bothering him this time of the morning. The big warrior lower his head for a moment a bit ashamed of bothering another’s peacefulness all of a sudden like that, but for him, this was an important matter. Nemo would need all the training he could get and to be fair, he couldn’t understand how one could be so relaxed when the planet was in such danger. His tail indicated that Jarvis wasn’t from this planet, making him probably a saiyan (although he has never seen one of the monkey-men with a blue tail before…) and perhaps he just didn’t care that much? Or perhaps he was just overconfident on his own skills. Nemo wouldn’t blame him. Certainly he was one of the strongest warriors he has ever seen so far, reason why he decided to come after him as one of the five champions he chose to ask to train him.
~ “I am really sorry for having disturbed your peace, Mr. Jarvis. But the current pressing matters force me to try and get all the help I can to become stronger and help to protect this planet” ~ The greenie explains making a brief pause.
~ “We haven’t been introduced before. I am the patrolman Nemo and I can sense you are a very talented warrior. I come seeking your expertise in combat, so I can better develop mine and be more of a help to Kami-sama and the allied warriors of Planet Earth” ~ The namekian pledges to the blue-haired martial artist’s temporary tutoring.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 19:22:33 GMT
Jarvis gave a awkward expression of surprise and a mouth lightly slack jawed. Jarvis a Expert? This guy was the first to call him that... Jarvis not sure how to answer this at all. Merely chuckling out a bit and slicking his blue hair back. Shaking his head and slipping his hands into his pockets and walking closer. Slowly in a relaxed footing. Jarvis carried himself without much of a warriors stance but one of a power instead of tact. "Me thinks thats a fancy way of saying you want to spar? Or at least have a few rounds? Flattery may get you every where mate but given the circumstances if you wanna go a few rounds I'd be fine with that. Not much I can really teach beyond what ya learn in actions... Heh..." Jarvis stretched and seemed reached his hands out infront of him and cracking his knuckles.
Tilting his head to one side then the other as each time a light cracking sound was hear with a little pop of the neck bones. Loosening up his boy. His chest muscles seemed to tighten as well as his body tenses. His power aura glowing around him only gently in a relaxed but growing power. Jarvis drew in a deep breath pulling his cigar from his lips and flicking it off to the side as well shooting a tiny line beam of ki from his finger tip as he did vaporizing the tiny target without looking towards it. It would LOOK like skill. But if he had to tell the truth he'd been practicing. that trick for awhile to look cool really. Intimidation was sometimes the best friend of a guy like him given all the trouble he got in too at times.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 17:44:23 GMT
The blue haired man approaches the namekian in a relaxed stance, dragging his cigarrete before responding to the warrior. His notion of action being the best way for one to learn was a philosophy the two seemed to have in common then; Nemo believed the same. And that was the reason why he was requesting a friendly spar. Like Bing said, they would eventually be partners in the battlefield. Knowing how one carries himself / herself on the battlefield is the first step for teamwork. Plus, training with someone stronger would probably be more effective as a good-willed stronger warrior could always provide some insight, if he thought there was any flaw in one’s fighting style.
~ “Indeed I seek you for an amicable spar. And I do share the same ideas. Actions teach much more than words. Perhaps seeing how you fight, I can learn to improve my own combat abilities” ~ Nemo interjects.
Jarvis seems all stretched out for their little exercise, making his “grand entrance” by performing a really impressive trick with his poor cigarette, send to oblivion before hitting the ground by an accurate finger beam.
~ “Nice shot” ~ Nemo praises. The namekian then does a little stretching himself and gets into his fighting stance. He would leave the first move to his willingly tutor for the day.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 8:29:27 GMT
Jarvis whistled a bit in jest as if mocking when the man got in his stance. Jarvis feeling out his energy trying to get a read on this mans power. A strong sensation in the air he was no push over at least. This was good... It meant he could survive a little walloping. Perhaps not enough to warrant pulling any of the golden tricks he'd been perfecting in recent days. But good enough for his normal power. Jarvis raising his hands to his side taking more basic stance. Like that of a brawler more relaxed then proper like other proper trained stances. Jarvis had taught himself to fight and learned to survive. He was a scrapper and a brawler through and through.
Jarvis drew in a deep breath and exhaled letting out a light chuckle as the devils grin creeped like a snake slithering upon his lips. "When this is over... I'll drag you inside to reset." Giving a wink before he'd kick off the ground directly for the man. Jarvis smacking his heels down as he'd skid across the ground Throw his left arm back wide as if to throw a hook. Making it clear in that as far wide back as he arched. But it was more a facade then anything. As he threw his arm back he kept arching his other side forward his right arm coming upward to try and go for a surprise upper cut. Jarvis hoping to give a rushing punch towards the mans chin. If it was to hit an make contact then he would as well try to actually follow up with the left hook set in the wide arch. Hopefully if the trick worked he could actually send the hook for a combo in attempt
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 16:47:38 GMT
The blue-haired brenchian promises to take Nemo into the palace for healing when he is done with him; The pretty much said everything about the state in which the brenchian hybrid expected Nemo to be after the two were done for the day. A harsh drill wasn’t something Nemo was a stranger to.
~ “Fair enough” ~ The namekian responds.
Nemo then watches as the hybrid makes his move, jumping and skating towards the namekian with his arm angle as if about to through a hook punch. Naturally, Nemo’s one reflex is to get ready for the blow he foresees, as he is unaware of Jarvis’ fighting style. Thing is: it was just pretense; the warrior’s actual intended course of action was to uppercut Nemo in the chin, something he manages to accomplish perfectly as the clueless namekian gets distracted by his little feint. It was only after the first strike that the hook punch became a reality, combo’ing with the the first attack to send the namekian to Dizzyland for a brief instant, as he staggers backwards, losing momentum and his action for this turn.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 9:10:19 GMT
Jarvis caught him in the upper coot and hooked him. But the guy stumbled back and didn't go down. Jarvis would flash a grin and a bit of surprise. This guy was a tough customer after all. He liked people that could back up their words rather then talk shit and get laid out right easily. That other namekian he met once before was like that. Jarvis chuckled a bit and gave a little nod. "Still on your feet? We'll aren't you just a daisy still up and at em! I was curious a bit but what do you know! Guess you'll last long then I have you credit for!" Jarvis would give the man a little count Jarvis counting to three under his breath to give the man a few seconds to drag his senses back. About the time someone may have prepared a energy attack. Jarvis not doing this merely trying to time it right before attack. He didn't want to make this fight be too much of a jest. He had to keep pressure on of this man was gonna be ready for what he may encounter form the saiyan forces to come.
Jarvis would fly upward into the air and send down a flurry of quickly made blasts arching them downward at a angle to zip through the air. Trying to pulverize the warrior if he didn't take to flight. The battle would get more interesting in the air! Jarvis figured it was better to keep the fellow on his toes with a flurry of blasts to get him in the air and hopefully to rush him. The blasts were strong but more aimed at the ground and wouldn't hit all that much if the fellow took off quickly an fast. Jarvis awaiting in the air where they'd have more room to angle and move freely in terms of combat.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 11:12:42 GMT
Jarvis seemed impressed that the Namekian was still standing after the blue haired warrior’s sneak attack. Indeed, given the difference between the two men skills, I believe everyone would think the same. Nemo was what? At four or five percent of Jarvis’ power level? Still, the brenchian wouldn’t make it any easy for him. And honestly, Nemo liked that. He was here to learn, not to watch a kindergarten class. And like Jarvis said himself, actions teach better than words; and nothing better to learn about ass whooping than having your own own butt kicked hard. Still, he was fair enough to let the greenie regain his breath for not much longer than a a few seconds. He then jumps to the sky and starts swinging his hands quickly, sending forth several energy blasts in a rapid fire mode. The namekian widens his eyes at the sight of his impeding doom; his yellowish aura explodes around his body and he rockets himself towards the aman, dodging through his blasts (although with some difficulty). One of the blasts gazes his face, burning it on the opposite side of where his characteristic scars could be found and another few graze his clothes, tearing a portion of his training pants and his weighted cloak. Finally, Nemo was floating in the air meters away above Jarvis. He was feeling sluggish, so he would get rid of some weight he wouldn’t be using for this spar: his sword. He would do it in a fancy way, though. He unsheathes it and throws it down at Jarvis, who would most probably dodge it, which was pretty much Nemo’s plan, ending with the blade sinking itself in the platform down below the flying warriors. Then, at the first sign of the hybrid’s movement, Nemo would bring one arm forth, holding his wrist and releasing an energy wave at his opponent.
OOC: Transformed for a x4 (my transformed is flavored so I do not increase in size) just for some “less indecent” pl lol. The energy attack I shot is just a stylized basic ki blast.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 3:20:47 GMT
Jarvis paused for a second snapping his eyes open at the sight of the burn wondering if he'd over done it. But the man kept flying and felt like he was gaining power. Heh so he was hiding some extra strength after all. This would make this a little more fun after all. Jarvis figured a sign perhaps he didn't have to worry. But the man kept flying and was over him before he knew it. Jarvis had figured he would come right for him rather then go above him. raising a brow taking a moment to hold position giving the man a moment to see just what the green fellow had cooking. Might as well see what he was planning than rushing straight up and ruining his plans too soon. Jarvis saw the glint of still though after a few moments. Jerking his body back quickly easily avoiding it thinking it was the main attack. The sound of the blade hitting the platform bellow with a loud thunk had him watching it. Expecting the fellow to retrieve the blade. Maybe the burn had rubbed the warrior the wrong way. But his sense quickly picked up on the energy above him. Jarvis's eyes growing wide and snarling. But throwing his hands up towards it rather then moving charging a blast and forcing energy on energy for a moment. A explosion of ki occurring around him leaving a small cloud of smoke that seemed to hide him within for a moment.
Jarvis would a few moments later come flying wildly out of the cloud his wrists and and palms a little scuffed from deflecting the Ki. The namekain quick and showing a hand at tactics! Under handed toss of the blade to distract him eh? He liked that clever little fellow. Jarvis rushing straight for him his blue hair and bangs tussling from the air tearing past him. Aiming to ram one of his knees hard into the namekians belly if possible. Jarvis attempting to do this and follow it up by locking his fingers together and using his scuffed hands if the first hit was successful to perhaps strike the warrior in the back and if successful sending him twirling towards the ground. Curious to see how long this namekian could keep up his quick thinking.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 11:56:33 GMT
For a moment it seemed Nemo’s little trick would work; Jarvis actually fell for his feint with the sword throw giving the greenie a better momentum to attack. But the difference between the two was still a stark difference between the two warriors, even with the namekian’s recent powering up. He should be somewhere around seventeen percent of the blue haired warrior’s power level. Jarvis is quick to raise his hands and nullify Nemos incoming energy blast with a ki shot, causing smoke to cover the battlefield where he was standing for a moment. From behind the barrier of fumes, the warrior comes dashing, transposing the distance between him and the patrolman in a fraction of a fraction of a second. He sinks his knee in right in the stomach (I was tempted to say “above the bellybutton”, but I don’t believe namekians got those… ), leading the warrior to pretty much believe he figured out how his stomach’s tasted like, as it almost came out of his mouth along with a gush of blood. Them, the brenchian hybrid drives his finger-locked fist into the greenie’s back, propelling him down at the ground.
As Nemo is falling, scowling with pain, he recovers his senses a couple of seconds before crashing into the ground. Widening his eyes and clutching, his veins bulge as two copies literally jump out of his body, landing on the grounding in one knee while holding the falling Nemo over their shoulders in between them in order to prevent him from crashing on his back onto the platform. The two clones then throw Nemo Copy One back at Jarvis. Nemo Copy Two runs for the sword sank into the platform, retrieving it and rocketing towards the opponent. Nemo Copy Three stays behind with his (or perhaps I should refer the copy as an “It”?) middle and index finger touching his forehead while a spark of energy shows up, while he begins to build up power for his special move. Perhaps the two clones could keep Jarvis busy while he charged some power to overcome the loss of effective power level through the Multi Form technique and actually has some leftover energy to dish out some damage.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 10:17:50 GMT
It was satisfying to know the fellow down Jarvis treating this a little more friendly then most his little combat spats. He didn't want to be too rough. Of course his idea of holding back was usually simply not transforming. What good was training anyway if people held back. You don't get stronger by pulling punches that was for damn sure. But it was... Not what he expected when the warrior sprung back to step. Or well... three of them. The hell was this... It wasn't something he'd seen before. He'd heard of techniques like this but be damned if he ever seen it used personally. He was a bit in awe as the first shot for him another running for a sword. The third doing something in a stance... a attack? Well if he was Jarvis didn't really have all that much time to think of it given the other two were quick on their heels to get at him. Jarvis didn't care for the idea of weapons however so he was quick to move forward moving at such speed compared to the now split power level he'd make his to attempt to get behind the first one with relative ease shooting up and over straight to get between both warriors. The sworded foe and the full hearty fellow that tried to take him first on. "Two's company and three's a crowd so four is just plain too much! I hope this doesn't hurt you too much... Not sure how you are doing this exactly." He'd raise a finger towards each of the warriors. Winking at the one with the sword. paying little mind to the third not yet in the fray.
Twin beams shot out of each of his finger tips on both arms. One shooting for each namekian currently at his heels in the fight. Jarvis chuckling a bit and figuring he could let loose a little. Choosing to use some stronger techniques then just fists alone. "Interesting tricks. I gotta say I'm impressed... You may live to impress me further yet I expect." The beams were of decent size and he planed to try and burn each of the figures out of this fight in one go. But Jarvis was no coward so he would not by any means switch his form. He could feel the power level that was split between them. If he transformed he would make this no fun and he would look like the coward arse in the wake of a challenge. No he'd respect this warrior enough to play in his base. To face as he was as he attempted to burn away and blast out of a waking state the two clone figures he'd let loose towards him. If they hit their mark he hoped it'd be enough to knock em out and possible injure em enough to at least push them out of this fight before spinning in place to see what was up with the third still active one bellow.
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Blazing Blue Star [V2] 33% Charged 64011 split into 2 Attacks at 32005 each towards the two attacking clones
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 13:27:54 GMT
Copy Two used the sword mostly as a distraction, as he knew he had no way of actually hurting Jarvis with it, given the difference between their power levels. Specially now that the Multi-Form technique would cut his power into three equal portions. He was hoping Jarvis wouldn’t know or notice the weakness of his special technique and would be more inclined to dodging, giving Clone Three enough time to finish charging the Special Beam Cannon to a decent level at least. However, Jarvis would be quick to dispatch two of the three Nemos, by using a finger blast split to both clones so none of them would feel left out. Using some math to illustrate it better, the attack was about three times as powerful than each of the clones, when it made contact, so needless to say the greenies would look like mosquitos being hit by one of those electric rackets; First a boom and then smoke, followed by contorted fuming bodies falling from the sky and crashing on their backs on the cold floor of the platform. Clone One and Two were out, just Three was remaining. I believe we can address him as just “Nemo” again now.
Nemo had at least doubled his power level with the small time his clones bought him for charging. Still, it was not enough to compensate the loss in power he suffered to create his other two clones. This means his plan backfired, as the Special Beam Cannon would come out weaker than if he simply shot it without splitting and charging. He would need some more time if he wanted the blast to at least graze the blue martial artist. Problem was… he was sure he didn’t have that time, given how much faster Jarvis was compared to the patrolman. Still, he decided to take the risk.
Nemo seemed at least to be able to impress his temporary “tutor”. That was a good sign; if this was a real battle and they were actual enemies, such a subtle thing wouldn’t matter much. But in this case, he was happy that his ally against the saiyans didn’t think of him as a weakling. But still… that didn’t change the fact that he would have to work harder if he wanted to do more than impress with a neat trick; he wanted him to see he was powerful as well.
~ “Dammit…. I need more time to charge the Makankosappo…” ~ Nemo mutters to himself. By this time, the ammount of energy charged had already started to cause an exertion of powerful winds, making the cold, rarefied air of that altitude feel even more inhospitable. The scarred warrior’s veins were bulging and the jolts of electricity were more constant, sparking from the scintilla that formed on the tip of the namekian’s index and middle finger. If his clones had only lasted a bit longer…
OOC: Charging for another post lol
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 23:16:16 GMT
It was a cheerful feeling seeing ones foes fall given it seemed there was three power levels he knew there wasn't a risk of accidental killing. Still though it was nice to flex a little power towards them. The sensation of seeing just how far he'd come since the day he first set foot on this planet. Jarvis had grown in power of strength will and mentality. Grown into more of a man and adjusted to the people of this planet. It was truly a... special kind of learning experience that it seemed only earth could give the kinda effect he experienced. Given he'd been to so many planets prior in Arcosian controlled space in his prior travels.
Jarvis chuckled a bit taking a second to breathe in look down at the man bellow. He knew exactly what technique to use in this. But he'd wait let his body pull back a little energy first still floating way up high above rather then rushing or showing signs of fleeing as he rose a brow to the warrior in his stance and charge. He'd take a moment to regather his strength simply standing in the air floating there snickering looking down at the boy judgeingly that snicker upon his face as it slithers in place like a mischievous snake. Us upper body still bare showing his strong form and upper body. Jarvis's tail lightly wavering behind him for a moment as he only seemed to watch as he inwardly felt out the energy. He'd wait for this attack or beam to answer this warrior with one final attack to answer it as well.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 13:15:10 GMT
The blue warrior seemed to bid his time, rather than promptly reacting and inhibiting the namekian’s charge of his attack. At least now, Nemo managed to compensate the loss in power he suffered when he spawned two extra copies and the Special Beam Cannon would hit with regular force. If he haven’t split into three separate entities, then his technique would hit with about three times its power. Probably the only way the patrolman would manage to do more than simply tickle than brenchian hybrid.
Jarvis remains floating in the air waiting for the attack. Nemo then points his fingers at the man and yells the name “Makankosappo” loudly. A orange-ish glow seizes the entire Lookout and a beam of the same color is launched towards the target.
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