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Post by Zyajin on Dec 2, 2015 2:00:13 GMT
PL: 14,901
The Bio-Android looked out across the mountainside from atop his lair's vantage point. The materials he had acquired recently were certainly getting put to good use, especially now that he had a minion that had far more technical expertise than himself to handle the work. Every so often he'd be requested to move parts here and there, or hold them into place whilst she worked on them, but overall, Iris did most of the work. It was an arrangement that he felt was best for them both in the long run. She provided him with a sparring partner and technician to operate the machinery that would come to be installed into his accommodations, whilst he in turn ensured their privacy and security.
Given their location however, his task was the easier of the pair. The landscape was essentially lifeless and devoid of any humanoid energy signatures for several miles around them. Of course this was one of the reasons why he had chosen this location to begin with, so as to ensure he could not be interrupted nor disturbed by the far more powerful locals of this world. Seriously, the amount of high powered entities roaming the Earth really annoyed the Bio-Android. Couldn't even risk getting someone to eat without possibly running into one of them. Speaking of... something was approaching their location, or at the least heading in the general direction they were positioned in.
Could be a coincidence, but Zyajin was not so inclined to believe in such nonsense. He held down a tab on his ear. "Iris, we have company. Dampen your energy to nill so that you are not detected. I shall deal with this." he commanded over the rudimentary comm-link they had set up. For now it would suffice until the Bio-Android figured out how to communicate with her without anyone else overhearing it or tapping into the signal. With the situation in his lair set up, the Bio-Android made a move to intercept the energy signature he could detect. Whoever this was, he hoped they at least made it entertaining for him
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Sheath
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Post by Sheath on Dec 2, 2015 3:18:27 GMT
Months had gone by since Sheaths arrival onto the planet Earth yet he didn't make himself well known. He kept to himself in silence. Since the fall of Empress Wyntre, Sheath didn't have the necessary tools or force to make any kind of advancement onto his enemies. Not only was this troublesome for the devil warrior but this also proved for his own goals to be too much for him to handle. It appeared that the planet of the Namekians had been wiped out. This was a job that he had entitled to himself and no other, it was an outrage what had happened. He had plotted to do that for years, he had just been awaited the perfect moment to strike. Currently, his own power level was an obsticle as well. In fact, it was a problem for all of his goals. During his time on Earth, Sheath had sensed out many strong opponents. Ones who outmatched him tenfold or more. He couldn't face that kind of opponent and expect to win, no. He needed to be more strategic than that. He needed to stay in hiding and grow his power.
During his months of hiding, Sheath had done plenty of meditation sessions. Not only did this help him focus and get over his own failures but it helped him realize new goals that needed to be met. Since namek was already taken care of he had decided upon a new goal, the Earth. It would be the perfect planet for him to start his own race of superior namekian fighters that are more than enough to match the saiyans. Of course he had realized that this goal wasn't going to be something that happened over night for legend had it this planet had it's own namekian guardian, one referred to as 'Kami'. This namekian alone was responsible for providing the Earthlings with the Dragon Balls and allowing said Earthlings to use them to revert their own failures. This was Sheaths new goal. He was going to become strong enough to make himself the replacement of this Kami, he would take the position by force and craft his own Dragon Balls. Ones full of evil energy. He wouldn't classify himself as a god, he'd keep the alias that his fallen race had given him. 'Devil'. It was a fitting title, it was the opposite of 'Kami' and it was what his race had called him. Not only this, but he intended to do the opposite of what the protector of the planet had done. He intended to wipe out the Earthlings and begin spawning his own race.
All of this had been on the Devil's mind as he soared through the cold, brisk air of the north. His current location was just eastbound and heading towards Mt.Frappe. His attire was quite casual, he had his white combat gi on with his black cloak on. His shoulder plates were covered by the cloak but extended out past each shoulder by about a foot. He had also currently worn a black hood over his head. He didn't exactly want many known who or what he was, he needed to play smart in a world with such a large portion of hero's. If he were to die, he wouldn't be any step closer to his goal as destroyer of Earth. As he flew nearer to the mountain he descended to lower level. Though he assumed there wasn't much life out here, he'd rather be safe. As one of his previous passings he had noticed a house near the bottom of the mountain.
It didn't take but five more minutes and his assumption had proven to be wrong. Something was approaching him quickly from the ground and according to his sense ability it had the slight edge in fighting level. The devil couldn't help but wonder who or what was approaching him and why? There wasn't a purpose of being out here unless you were training. So, that rules a tourist out. As far as a training fighter, if you came here to train solo. Why approach someone who just wishes to pass through the area? At the moment, Sheath wasn't going to do anything stupid. Before he makes any kind of actions he would fully understand the situation and then act. Quickly Sheath had stopped dead in the air. He straighted his body out and let his arms hang down the sides. His face was quite expressionless as he stared at the incoming warrior.
If this thing wanted a fight, Sheath would attempt to avoid it. If it wasn't avoidable. Sheath wasn't going to let himself be pushed around. When the mystery fighter had gotten closer, Sheath had opened his mouth to speak. His fangs would've been quite visible as would his red skin on his face. "Can I be of service to you? Stranger." His tone was quite cold, dark and deep. It would've been made obvious that Sheath didn't want anything to do with the one whom approached. Sheath's red eyes would be watching the mystery fighter in front of him. He'd be looking for any signs of movment. From a twitch of an elbow to a full draw back swing of a fist. He was a talented fighter, but he used his brains in a fight just as much as his body. The movements he was watching for very well could've been the difference from him getting a face full of fist or completely dodging any incoming threat.
The devil had remained still as his gaze didn't budge from the android, he had only hoped this would be over quickly. Unless of course, this thing in front of him provided him with training equipment and other assets he required to reach his goal. The devil awaited a reply, a cold breeze pushed against his side and blew his cloak in the wind. It hummed lightly as it cut through the warriors. Even a light snow had managed to start, it was quite nice. If one were to appreciate the Earth's beauty. Of course, a devil had bigger things to worry about. For one, this fighter. Now, he waited to see what would happen.
Sheath's outfit, White combat Gi with a black cloak. Shoulders like Piccolo's. Black hood up and over head as well.
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 2, 2015 11:56:40 GMT
The Bio-Android peered at the individual before him as he approached, taking in not only the scope of his power which was relatively speaking just below his own, but also the manner of his garb. This humanoid was clearly a fighter, judging from the gaze he could feel peering at him from beneath their hood. Zyajin had to proceed with caution though. His fight with the demon hybrid Ryuga had shown that even if someones power registered as being below his own, they could still pull out some kind of technique to rapidly increase their power and strength. What was curious though was the humanoids pigmentation that he could see on their arms and face.
"Judging by the exposed musculature on your arms I would be inclined to believe Namek is your planet and species of origin. A crimson variant no less. Intriguing." he slowly surmised. He wondered briefly if this individual was the source for the Namekian DNA coursing through his genetic makeup, but comparative analysis would unfortunately have to wait. He floated there in silence for a minute, going over the possible scenarios this situation could unfold. On the one hand, he could attempt to absorb this red Namekian... he certainly had the Power Level required to attempt such a feat... but there was that hidden unknown potential that could possibly swing such an attempt in the Red One's favour.
On the other, he could simply allow this person to leave after a few questions... but that would run the high probability risk of him possibly encountering the much stronger powers of this world and exposing his existence in these mountains. Knowing the mentality of the few he had encountered, the Bio-Android could almost guarentee that they'd come and investigate... the stupid loudmouth in particular. Then there's the third option... which seemed to be far more favourable at this juncture in time. "Perhaps you could be. Given your attire you are of a warrior breed, combine this with this locations desolate nature, it would be logical to presume you have arrived here in order to increase your power through training correct?" Zyajin inquired, deciding to follow the course of logic for this encounter.
He waited for an answer before continuing to speak. "Perhaps we could be of service to one another. No doubt you've felt or encountered the powers that be on this world as I have. Training alone is one way to increase ones power level to such heights... but, history is replete with instances of warriors using one another for training to increase their powers, far more quickly than if they were to fight on their own. Pushing one another to increase their power, their shared conflict becoming a driving force behind their training." said the Bio-Android, eventually getting to his point but deciding to allow the Namekian to reach the same conclusion as he had drawn up, hopefully finding it favourable as well.
"I have begun crafting a location within the mountain from which to conduct my training, which my assistant for lack of a better term, is currently outfitting with a basic gravitational manipulation chamber which over the course of time we shall upgrade as we push the device to its limits." said Zyajin, deciding to add some icing to this cake of a conclusion he was concocting. "Would such a location be of interest to yourself? I would spar with her, but I doubt her power would increase at the desired rate in order to continue pushing myself further in my development... you on the other hand..." he said, leaving the thought and sentence hanging in the air, the unspoken offer lingering between them.
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Post by Sheath on Dec 4, 2015 1:22:45 GMT
When the incoming warrior had finally reached his destination Sheath had remained completely calm. He examined every single inch of the fighters body to determine what species he was. He had a very vast knowledge of the races that had spread across the universe through studies. The soul purpose was to be prepared for anything and everything. He wanted to know all the weak spots that opponents had to offer, he didn't wish to leave a single thing to chance. If he left anything to chance the devil would have been leaving himself open to failure, he wouldn't allow or accept that. Failure simply wasn't an option. Though this creature in front of him was completely knew. It didn't fit any descriptions of any races that he currently knew about. What exactly was he? Sheath wanted answers, he wanted to add to his knowledge for future references. The more knowledge Sheath had contained the more valuable he was to himself. Not only as a warrior but as a very intelligent individual. Everything he learned would be beneficial and aid him in his overall goal of wiping out the current Kami. While the Devil himself had wondered what this fighters race was, the fighter had already made an accurate statement regarding his own. Yes, Sheath had been of Namekian descent. Though he believed he was the next evolutionary step to the perfect being. Sheath spoke up, his tone didn't break. His attitude wouldn't either. "You are correct to an extent. Though I am of Namekian descent I am their evolutionary step to the perfect life form. I do not have their fatal beliefs nor do I require a village to feel comfortable or safe." Answering this things question, Sheath had fired back one of his own. "Now tell me, Of what race is your being? I have no knowledge of any race that matches your appearance." Zyajin had the Devil completely left in the dark, it didn't happen often but when it did Sheath wanted light on the facts.
The being had then gone to make another assumption, he assumed that Sheath was a fighter that was present in the area for the purpose of training. Though he was accurate that Sheath was a fighter he was wrong about the second part. He wasn't in the area to train. He was simply passing by. In fact, he was looking for a new place to call his own. Somewhere that he wouldn't be so bothered by the insects that crawl all over the planet. It wasn't easy for one with such a stand out shape and colour to be left alone. He always had those curious comment and even approach him to get a better look. Usually, those fools ended up laying on the ground in their own blood regardless of their age or sex. Sheath didn't like to be bothered by those whom offered him no benefit. "You're accurate on the fact of myself being a fighter but I am not here to train." Sheath paused for a brief moment. "I'm simply just passing through."
The fighter before him had retorting with another question, in fact it was a glorious offer that Sheath wouldn't be one too refuse. Though he wanted more detail before he gave the answer. Sheath had fully examined the environment before he had come to a halt. It was empty except for a house at the bottom of the mountain. He couldn't see it currently but he had passed through it before. "I assume it's safe to say that you're not aligned with the side of good. I say this because you've got a secret hideout in a location that many wont find you, not only this but you're concerned with the high power levels that roam the planet which I believe are mostly defenders of this planet. Not only are those two statements in play, you were in a hurry to examine one of the few power levels to pass by as if it may be a threat to you. Now, If you were an innocent person of the planet you wouldn't need to hide nor would you need to investigate one who simply wishes to pass by. This inclines me to ask you what your motives are? I wish to know this as we may be more beneficial to each other than just sparring partners." All of the words Sheath had spoken had a very logical base to them. Nothing the Devil had said come from blubber. He always examined and understood before he spoke, he thought of every possible angle before letting a situation get out of hand. This being before him had value to him, if they had similar goals maybe Sheath would find himself with a disposable ally. As for now, he'd understand what this being had to say to him. Understand where he was coming from, from there he'd answer the question of a simple spar for now though he would leave it unanswered and in the air.
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 4, 2015 1:38:41 GMT
The Bio-Android processed the information that this Red Namekian gave him when he made his inquries, the warrior retorting with his own concerning his species. He chuckled a little. "I doubt there would be, although a broad term for me would be biological android. I was created from the genetic code of three races, allowing me to utilise their most beneficial traits. Your species being one of them." informed the Namekian as he twitched his tail back and forth, allowing the information to sink into his own mind. It was always interesting to bear witness to how different people reacted to his presence and appearance. The last Namekian he met had regarded him with fear and hatred... this crimson variety seemed more puzzled and inquisitive... It was an interesting disparity.
When the Namekian said he was merely passing through, the Bio-Android shrugged. His next statement caused him to tilt his head somewhat. "Define good. Good and evil are in the eyes of history and their beholders. Points of view shift and twist with each telling of a story." he stated as if it was of no consequence to him. "I was created to serve as a living weapon against any threats by this worlds previous governing body. The recent Saiyan invasion interrupted my growth. Now I seek to improve and evolve to my true form... unfortunately the higher power levels of this world take some offense to the means in which I do so." he said, his tail twitching once more.
"Whether or not this makes me "good" or "evil" is inconsequential. I am simply what I was designed and created to be." said Zyajin with a shrug. He considered the Crimson Namekian's last question before deciding to answer it with a half-truth. "My motives are simple. To achieve my perfect evolution and free myself of the constraints placed upon me by my creators. Something I believe we can find some common ground on." the Bio-Android stated before he made his own inquiry. "And what of yourself?"
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Post by Sheath on Dec 4, 2015 4:34:10 GMT
Sheath had listed very carefully to the one whom stood before him as he explained what he was even though it had been quite difficult to believe. He was a warrior that was created artificially by using the genetic codes of three alternative races. It had sounded like the perfect formula for an unbeatable warrior. Though it was far fetched, it was truly the perfect creation that one could make. If this thing could fight well, in time he could be something terrorizing. During his whole explanation Sheath's face didn't budge. There was no emotion showing at all, no signs of surprise. There was simply nothing. His calm state was always present even in the most odd scenarios. In this case he was just taking in all the information provided. He assumed that this isn't the first of it's kind. Surely there would be more bio-androids out there. This also had brought him to thinking there was full androids out there made from pure technology. "You're a very interesting creation then." This was Sheath's only comment on the matter. He didn't want to seem too interested or too bored with the idea. Thing about the Devil was that he didn't like anybody knowing exactly what had been going through his mind. The more he had kept to himself the better for anything somebody knew about him could be used against him in the future. Regardless of how big or little the information was.
The retort the android had given on the good and evil topic had been the most accurate on the whole situation. It was very true that it was all in the eye of history and the beholder. Though the moral of right and wrong usually played a very part in being good or evil. It could be said that a thief was evil or a murderer was evil. This view was common belief. Instead of following up with this part Sheath had left it alone. He could generally point out this beings nature by picking at a few more questions, this wouldn't be before he answered the androids. "Myself? I've got plans to overlook this planet. There is a legend pass among the namekian race that one of them had once held a spot on top of the Earth. I wish to claim this spot as my own and oversee all that happens from above." He kept his answer very short and brief. He didn't wish to go into detail because details would potentially involved slaughter the current guardian and forcefully taking the spot. If this android didn't agree with that there would surely be a serious fight on the red hands of the Devil. At this moment, that wasn't the logical path to take for there had been too much that he didn't know about the one before him. Things could still go for an awful twist and with three species DNA involved in the fighter who he spoke with could have meant plenty of trouble. He claimed Namekian DNA was involved with his making, this caused Sheath to pinpoint one of their best traits and that was the regeneration. That meant any major damage Sheath could potentially do could be regenerated. The other two were unknown to him, it could have been anything.
Once again Sheath asked more questions to figure out where this android had sat on the moral scale. His target was the perfect form, what would he do to achieve it? Surely something in the answer would give the moral state away. "Perfect form? Tell me, Android. What would you do to achieve this perfect form and what will you do once you achieve it?" With that being said Sheath awaited an answer calmly. Though just to be safe he expected the unexpected. He still watched for any body motion that could indicate a potential attack. He'd rather be safe than sorry. Last thing he wanted was to take a hit to the jaw because he wasn't paying attention. That was something he would not allow to happen.
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 4, 2015 13:38:39 GMT
Zyajin considered the Crimson Namekian's own desires carefully. He apparently wished to take this legendary position of the Namekians as some sort of overseer for this world, which no doubt the humans below would consider to be akin to taking up the mantle of god. Such simple-minded superstitions, but one no doubt the Namekian's have utilised to some extent if this legend was to be believed. But the Bio-Android was certain that that wasn't the whole story, judging from how short and vague the response was. Which suited him just fine for the moment. Neither of them were willing to divulge their entire plans, nor the scope of their agendas.
The fact that the Crimson Namekian was keeping his face as impassive as he could was another sign that this was as much a probing match for him as it was for Zyajin. Facial expressions could reveal some hint of thought or emotion with which to gauge ones opponent. Even the faintest twitch could reveal anxiety or surprise. The Bio-Android had to admit to himself that this Crimson Namekian was doing quite well at masking his intentions, both verbally and physically. What he did enjoy though was the fact that the Namekian's mind was possibly running through the combinations of species which he could be made up from. What would work best in tandem with Namekian regeneration.
When the next question came as surely as electricity follows the easiest route, he gave a shrug. "To achieve my perfect form, I would do what is required. Whether that be solely from training my body to expanding heights, or accelerating the process through the culmination of other entities becoming a part of myself, or a combination of the two." explained Zyajin, allowing the middle option to sink into his mind, wondering if this possibility would cause some break in the Crimson Namekian's composure. His tail twitched once more, although this time it seemed to carry a little bit more meaning behind it if the Namekian understood him completely.
"Once it is achieved... that is for the future to decide." shrugged the Bio-Android. "It is my understanding that with each evolution of my being, my personality would shift somewhat to a new aspect. Whether this is intended or not, whether this is based on the personalities of those who's DNA was used in my creation, or if the last entity to become a part of me has some influence in that regard is unknown." Zyajin explained. It was a procedure he was most curious to analyse, but would be unable to do so until he achieved such a level of power.
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Post by Sheath on Dec 4, 2015 16:55:08 GMT
The devil had remained attentive throughout the whole discussion. He listened carefully to every bit of dialogue that had been shot towards him. He had noticed his tail twitching once more and it had appeared he tried to place more of a meaning to it this time around. It must have been linked with the mention of other entities become part of himself. It was believed by Sheath at this point that the one before him could absorb it's enemies and take their power to help him achieve this perfect from. It was quite an interesting thought. If he could absorb some of the highest power levels on the planet what would he turn into? What would his motives be then as he was in his perfect form? These were question that would obviously remain unanswered until the proper time had arrived.
Now that Sheath gathered all the information he could besides the beings name he figured it would be a suitable time to answer the question regarding sparring in a gravity chamber. It was obvious that this would be beneficial to each of them and it wouldn't be logical to decline such a promising offer. "I shall join you in a sparring match, though I request to know your identity." In all honest this was a very simple request. If they were going to use each other to grow to new heights the least they could do was exchange their names.
Sorry about the short post, on lunch!
At least you've got something to reply too until I'm off work!
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 5, 2015 14:35:30 GMT
The Bio-Android nodded as the Crimson Namekian agreed to partake in a combat exercise, before suddenly surging towards the being. "I call myself Zyajin." he said as he hurled his right fist towards the Namekian's jawline, whilst also bringing up his left leg to try and slam it into his waist, aiming to potentially wind him at worst, and at best disorientate him from the attacks coming from either side of him.
Whilst his attacks on the front occured, his tail sought to come in from the Bio-Androids right, in an attempt to try and stab into the Crimson Namekian's flesh from behind, aiming for where the spine meets the hip. If the tail's tip was able to successfully penetrate into the Crimson Namekian's flesh, Zyajin would waste no time in trying to collect as much DNA as he could from his "sparring partner" as quickly as he could. If he could assimilate even just one cell of his DNA, it would prove most useful to his own genetic development.
A pure source of undiluted Namekian DNA. Aside from the comparitive analysis of the Namekian genetics coursing through him already to see if he was the source material, it would also allow him to potentially improve upon his regenerative capabilities. Not to mention, if enough of the Crimson Namekian's DNA was taken into his own, he could gain a better understanding of what he intended to accomplish... and if it was something he should perhaps pursue himself. Of course, no doubt the Namekian had figured out that his tail was required for the absorption process, so he would then try to use his arms to try and wrap around the Namekian in a bear lock as some tended to call it.
His legs would similarly try to engage themselves around the Namekian's own, hopefully locking him into position. His fight with the demon hybrid had taught him that he had to completely immobilise those he sought to drain if he wanted to do so uninterrupted. He just now hoped that this Crimson Namekian didn't have the same annoying trick of a Ki explosion as Ryuga had had. "My gravity chamber has yet to achieve any form of completion." he explained to his hopefully captive audience. "Constructing one from scavenged materials is unfortunately a more time consuming procedure than I would have anticipated."
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 22, 2015 18:02:10 GMT
((Went over this with Sheath/Athren via Skype, and permission was given for this request to retroactively turn this thread into a DE thread and have Zyajin Absorb Sheath, along with request for PL please))
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 22, 2015 22:49:09 GMT
Zyajin -- 21,132 + 8863 [!] PL = 29,995 PL Bio-Metabolise [x8] added. |
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