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Post by Abzerute on Jan 7, 2016 13:57:34 GMT
PL: 39,211 Heavy Weights: ON Beryl Roarke
The blue one of the Majin duplicates that worked for him, Sati he vaguely recalled her calling herself, approached him with a datapad, the green one Sdee following close behind with another one. "Boss! You're not going to believe this!" said Sati, the excitement clear in her voice as he collected the datapad and peered at its contents. It took the bronze Arcosian a moment to realise what was going on in the information he was looking at. "You're right. I don't believe this." he said, before Sdee pushed onto him another datapad. "Confirmation and everything! Accurate reports and data analysis!" she said, equally excited as her sister-self whilst the bronze Arcosian looked over the second pad. His eyes widened at the implications this could have. "This is impossible..." Abzerute said softly, his eyes darting back and forth between the two pads. "Simply impossible... how was this done?" he asked/demanded of the two Majin girls. Both of them shrugged in unison. "Not a clue master," they said in harmony, "it just... happened from all accounts." The bronze Arcosian knew they were being serious... the only time the Majin ever lowered herself to calling him their/her master was when she was being serious about a situation. He looked over the information once more before nodding slowly. "Make the preparations. I've got one last training session to put in before we leave... as soon as I am done, we are departing." he said, the twins nodding quickly before they set about scurrying around the ship ensuring everything was in order. Meanwhile, the bronze Arcosian departed his ship and made his way directly for Beryl Roarke's own vessel, his face a visage of unrestrained glee. If this information was truly accurate... then his plans may yet come to fruition! He raced through the skies towards the human scientists vessel, accessing his communications via his Scouter. "Beryl Roarke, please have your ships door open, I don't think I'll be able to slow myself down in time. There's been a development." he said before he continued to streak through the air. As soon as the dark skinned humans vessel was in sight, he aimed for the entrance hatch to the vessel before streaming through it, and barreling into the ship's main entrance stopping just short of the wall. "Gravity Chamber, now." he said as he began to quickly make his way towards it, ignoring anyone and everyone that Beryl may have had on board the ship with him at the time, if he was conducting the research he had suggested to him in their last session. Upon arriving in the artificial gravitational field chamber, the bronze Arcosian immediately began to set the device to create a field of sixty times Earth's gravity. As soon as the field was active, he would begin to force his body through the motions, stretching each limb including his tail, trying to jump on the spot whilst he waited for the human to catch up to him. Once Beryl was in the room, Abzerute would seal the gravity chamber shut and began to approach him. "Mister Beryl Roarke, do you believe in the impossible?" he asked the dark skinned scientist before he began to pace the room. "Recently, I have been made aware that the impossible is somehow very possible." he said, his face still wearing that smile that looked somewhat unnatural on his face the way it stretched. "It was nothing but an asteroid field, little more than interstellar dust and debris. But it's back." he said, sharply turning and looking towards Beryl. "New Namek is back and whole again. Oxygen, nitrogen, plants, water, dirt, earth, atmosphere, population, all of it!" he said, spreading his arms wide on the last three words. Abzerute began to chuckle and resume his pacing. "How, how was this accomplished? The power to reform an entire world by itself would be unbelievable... but to also be able to revive each and every single being on that world at the time of its destruction? It's just... just... unfathomable!" he said before looking to Beryl once more. "I'm afraid this may be the last of these sessions we have for some time Beryl. I must discover how this was done. New Namek could hold the key to Arcose's resurrection."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 12, 2016 13:42:22 GMT
| It seemed like the whole Spiritual Enlightenment deal was no joke after all. Beryl felt that he was close; the past few training sessions pushed him physically and mentally; the pain and agony was temporary, but the gains in his strength made it all worth it. Along with that, Beryl had been making adjustments to his fighting style by adding elements of straight-up street fighting into it. His punches were getting him by just fine, but sometimes it helped to use whatever resource available to him in order to gain an advantage. Many considered his inability to use any sort of offensive, ki-based technique to be extremely detrimental. It was true; Beryl had no hope of using any sort of ki beams, blasts, discs, spheres, or anything remotely energy based. However, this didn’t cripple his fighting ability as much as many believed. In fact, it actually strengthened him in a way since he has been able to turn his “curse” into a blessing; his pure focus on physical combat placed him higher than many around his level of strength, and that gap would only become more pronounced as Beryl got stronger and stronger. Beryl knew Abzerute was coming; he sensed the Arcosian’s energy easily, and it immediately put Beryl on high alert. “Of course he’s coming by. I shouldn’t be surprised,” Beryl muttered as he exited his room and proceeded to make his way towards his ship’s gravity chamber. Sure enough, Abzerute’s voice echoed from the ship’s internal communications system. However, something was off; the Changeling was unusually excited, and Beryl didn’t know why. The ki researcher’s pace was leisurely as he navigated through his spacious ship. There was no one else inside except for him and Abzerute. The gravity machine was already on once Beryl arrived at the gravity simulation room. Abzerute was already warming up, eager to progress to the more intense levels of gravity. Being able to endure sixty times normal gravity was an impressive feat; Abzerute was progressing at a rapid pace, and that’s what scared Beryl the most. The chamber’s door sealed shut behind Beryl, causing the dark-skinned human to look over his shoulder with an arched brow. His attire consisted of a simple black t-shirt with gray sweatpants and black sneakers. Green wristbands were on his wrists. Abzerute didn’t hesitate to begin speaking, and as the frost demon got closer, Beryl’s eyes continued to widen and widen. The Arcosian’s cheerful smile threw him off guard; what was Abzerute so happy about? Did he manage to murder a squadron of Saiyans, or did he get back from tormenting and destroying an entire Saiyan outpost? “The impossible?” Beryl repeated, perplexed. “It depends on what you mean.” As Abzerute paced the room, Beryl’s eyes followed him. It became clear what Abzerute was so ecstatic about: the recent resurrection of Namek and everyone who was killed during its destruction. Abzerute wanted to know how such an amazing feat was physically possible, and Beryl knew the answer. “The Dragonballs,” he started. “Have you heard of them? They’re magical spheres that exist on both Earth and Namek. If you collect all seven of them, you can summon the Eternal Dragon. Shenron’s in control of the Dragonballs on Earth; Porunga’s in control of the ones on Namek.” Abzerute was making his intentions clear; he was wanting to find a way to revive Arcose, and the Dragonballs were the key. “So, you’re heading to Namek then?” Beryl asked. “I think I’m going to head there myself actually. I’ve never been to Namek, and it’d be nice to go.” Truth be told, he was also interested in the Dragonballs, but he wasn’t going to let Abzerute know that, not until he felt comfortable telling him. “Anyways, if you want to head there together, I’m game.” He rubbed the back of his head. “You’re going to need to amp your training though; I have a feeling everyone’s going to be after the Dragonballs in Namek, and I doubt people are just going to give them up to you for free.”Beryl rolled his shoulders casually. “Anyways, I'm ready when you are. I'll match my power to yours depending on whatever you do.” It was way too obvious that Beryl was still thinking about Abzerute’s Brute and Monster Forms. Thread PL -- 123,790. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 12, 2016 15:26:08 GMT
Abzerute stopped his pacing when Beryl explained exactly how Namek had been revived. He blinked in confusion for a moment as his mind processed the information. "Dragon balls?" he inquired, listening intently and going over the information that the dark skinned scientist had conjured for him. He found himself thinking back to the Saiyan Invasion that was recently thwarted at Earth. "Is that why they were at Earth? To retrieve these magical devices?" the bronze Arcosian mused aloud before he slowly nodded.
"Yes, I'll be making my way for Namek post-haste once we're done in here. I've got people prepping the ship and finalising the details, as well as ensuring that we have everything required for the trip and our arrival." he said, tapping his chin. "Perhaps a means of swiftly locating these Dragon balls is in order as well..." he pondered aloud.
But of course such thoughts would have to wait. For now however, he had training to pursue. "I'll be sufficed with remaining in my Suppressed Form for the time being. If what you say is true and there will be quite a few people looking for these Dragon Balls, I need to be at my best in this form for when those moments come." explained the bronze Arcosian as he tilted his head from side to side, a slight cracking noise emanating from his neck.
"I will not allow them to stop the revival of Arcose." he growled, his early cheery demeanour being replaced by his usual persona. He took in a slow breath as he took several paces away before turning and looking to Beryl Roarke. "Now then... I haven't had much chance to properly practice this newest technique, so be warned." he said, his fingers beginning to glow with gathering ki energy, followed by his toes and even the tip of his tail?!
"Try and dodge this!" the bronze Arcosian declared, firing off not just one Death Wave, not just two, not even only three, but five Death Waves all at once! Each limb he had was being utilised to fire off a Death Wave arc of glowing purple ki energy, each one razor sharp, and each one seeking to carve their way into the dark skinned human scientists fragile human body.
After the bombardment, Abzerute stood there panting a little, rubbing a hand across his forehead as he looked at the devastation his newest technique had wrought upon the artificial gravitational field manipulation chamber, and if it had struck, Mister Beryl Roarke as well. "I figured why only use my fingers to channel my ki?" he called over to the scientist, obviously pleased with himself. "And I do have five limbs, so why not make use of all of them hmm? I call it my Penta-Guillotine technique." explained the bronze Arcosian.
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[MP3] Penta-Guillotine: By utilsing his hands, feet and tail, Abzerute can fire off five Death Waves towards his target! Each Death Wave fired by this technique is 20% of his PL, since an MP3 technique is 100% of the users PL when not charged.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 13, 2016 18:58:03 GMT
| “If you’re talking about the Saiyans invading Earth, I doubt that they knew that the Dragonballs were there, and even if they did, I don’t think they were going after ‘em,” Beryl answered, shrugging his shoulders. “I could be wrong. To me, it looked like the Saiyans invaded just to expand their territory. They have this whole “rule the entire galaxy” mentality going on right now after all.” Abzerute then confirmed that he was planning on heading to Namek immediately, though he did wonder if there was a way to quickly locate the Dragonballs scattered all about. “You’re going to want a Dragon Radar. It’s a device originally created by Capsule Corporation on Earth that is able to detect Dragonballs on a planetary scale. The only thing is that those things are expensive, and it’s not like anyone can just buy them. If you have a Dragon Radar, finding the Dragonballs will be much simpler.”Beryl wished he hadn’t mentioned that competition to collect the Dragonballs was going to be fierce, and that Abzerute would need to get stronger very quickly if he wanted to have a shot at getting them all. The Arcosian quickly shifted back to his typical self: serious, stern, domineering and somewhat sadistic. “… I—I wasn’t saying that you weren’t going to be able to get the Dragonballs,” Beryl muttered, holding his hands up defensively. “You just need to be prepared; that’s all.” The dark-skinned human lowered his hands as Abzerute proceeded to walk away, putting some distance between himself and his rival. The mention about another new technique put Beryl at unease; what kind of scary ass move did Abzerute cook up this time? Knowing him, it probably had something to do with completely eviscerating a target into a cloud of bloody, gory ribbons. And it was funny that Beryl actually wasn’t far off at all. “What the--?” Beryl brought up his fists as he noticed the ominous, violent glow surrounding each of the Arcosian’s five limbs. Then, through an impressive maneuver, Abzerute launched five separate Death Waves towards Beryl, each of the energy crescents poised to slice into his soft, pliable flesh. All five deadly projectiles collapsed onto the Earthling’s position. Shockwaves rocketed the state-of-the-art gravity chamber; shielding units kicked into high gear to prevent the entire place from being destroyed. Black smoke flooded the impact point, and it was then that Abzerute would be able to see his handiwork. Scorch marks decorated the floor and walls, a true testament to the technique’s power. Thankfully, the collateral damage done wasn’t unmanageable, nothing that a repair session couldn’t fix. The smoke didn’t clear while Abzerute spoke. However, once he finished, it finally dissipated. However, Beryl was where he was before. A second or two would pass before Beryl suddenly reappeared directly in front of Abzerute, left fist already arched back. He aimed to crack Abzerute across the face with a harsh left straight with enough force to send him barreling across the room. “You’re freaking crazy, you know that?” Beryl quipped. If he missed, then he’d try to instead to catch Abzerute with an overhead right hook, one poised to smash right into his emerald head-gem. KP: [ 2 | 3 ] PL -- SUPPRESSED TO 10,000. [ Translocate ]SU1 High-speed movement is incredibly useful, and Beryl managed to create his own variation of the Rapid Movement technique. With a quick explosion of ki, he’s able to move from one place to another near instantaneously. Able to dodge attacks up to 100% of PL.
[ Demoralize ]SU Being a straight physical fighter isn’t easy and comes with plenty of disadvantages. However, after learning how to perfect his unique fighting style, Beryl's physical strikes have become ... different. There's something about them that produces far more pain than the usual physical strike and while they may not cause more external or internal damage than other fighters, they often cause anyone who's unfortunate enough to get hit by them to writhe in pain. In terms of what this technique does, it causes all of Beryl's punches to cause far more pain than the typical physical strike which can no doubt mess with a fighter's morale as well as their ability to think and react. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 13, 2016 21:23:38 GMT
With the dark skinned humans comments regarding being prepared and such. "Given that no doubt those who fought on Earth will be arriving on Namek as well, including who else may be approaching a world that has suddenly been reborn... I'd feel more prepared if I were stronger." the bronze Arcosian remarked. "Let's be honest here, they see one of my race looking for the Dragon Balls on Namek, how much time do you expect there to be for my giving them my reason for them, and them believing it?" Abzerute inquired of the human whilst the dust cloud settled to reveal him standing there... and then suddenly in front of his face.
His face, which was now playing host to Beryl Roarkes left fist which sent him flying across the room. As he skidded into a landing, he rubbed his cheek and spat out some blood. The bronze Arcosian chuckled at the dark skinned humans question regarding his sanity. "I intend to travel to another world to collect seven magical wish granting balls, racing against untold others with the same goal, to summon a legendary dragon in order to revive my peoples homeworld, then seat myself on the throne of a shattered Empire in an attempt to reforge it into a stronger and more unified form of its prior self." Abzerute summarised with a chuckle following shortly afterwards. "What part of any of that makes any form of sense to the sane?"
The bronze Arcosian got back to his feet and looked across the room towards the dark-skinned human for a moment before grinning. "I wonder... right now you have a height advantage." said Abzerute before a purple aura began to surround him. The ground that had broken apart in his earlier skid from the humans strike began to lift up into the air. "I wonder, what happens when you face against a foe of equal size, greater mass, and with more means of attack?" he mused, a gust of wind somehow began to blow around the room, with Abzerute at its centre.
His body began growing taller, his muscles bulking up to fit his new size. Spikes began to grow outwards from his shoulders, as well as his forearms. The wind slowly died down as he assumed his new form, the bronze Arcosian inspecting his form before he looked towards Beryl. "Behold," he said, his voice sounding deeper than earlier, "what can be called my Brute Form." The bronze Arcosian smirked before suddenly bull-rushing towards Beryl and aiming to slam a right underhand punch into the human's gut, whilst trying to bring his left forearm, complete with the spike, into his head.
Brute Form Activated! PL = 39,211 x 5 = 196,055 Heavy Weight PL = 49,014
KP: 1/3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 14, 2016 8:34:23 GMT
| “I’m not saying that you wanting to get the Dragonballs makes you insane; I’m talking about all of the other stuff you do!” Beryl protested, left fist still clenched long after the punch connected. Beryl contemplated cracking Abzerute across the face with one of his signature, “power” punches, but ultimately decided against it. If it hit, it very well had the possibility to send the Arcosian careening through several walls before exiting clean out of the ship. Yeah, Beryl sucked whenever it came to ki techniques, but his physical prowess was something truly terrifying. “I remember the look in your eyes when you used your True Form on me, that smile on your face. You enjoyed beating me to near-death, didn’t you?” The memories of the event weren’t pleasant; as soon as they started to flood his mind, Beryl did his best to dispel them. All of that was in the past; it didn’t matter now, right? Then, Abzerute brought up another topic, something random and unexpected. “Height advantage?” Beryl repeated, lifting his eyebrows in confusion. Then, his eyelids lowered. “Oh, come on. I’m not that much taller than you. Besides, I don’t think you were worried about our height difference all the other times you’ve fought me. No, you were having too much fun trying to kill me!” It was safe to say that Beryl was still a little miffed about all of that. He was about to keep complaining, but Abzerute’s next statement made him freeze up. “… What are you talking about?” the dark-skinned human inquired. Then, the transformation began. In the span of a few moments, Abzerute went from a diminutive five feet tall to a gargantuan eight feet tall. His already built physique bulked up even further. Sinister, black spikes jutted from his bronze bio-armor, and a sudden, constant gust swirled around the gravity chamber, sending bits and pieces of tile spinning all around. Beryl observed in absolute horror all the while, and once the transformation drew to a close, he lowered his arms down from his face, doe eyes wide and unblinking. He felt Abzerute’s power, and Beryl knew that if it weren’t for the Arcosian’s heavy weights, Abzerute would be able to easily fight on equal terms with Beryl using his full strength. Of course, that wasn’t counting Beryl assuming the Ro’Shi form, but Beryl didn’t know how to initiate that transformation at will, not yet anyways. The Changeling’s deepened voice echoed throughout the chamber, a change fitting for his intimidating appearance. “You have to be joking! How are you equal size to me?! You’re eight feet tall! And your voice's deeper now!” Beryl sputtered, knees wobbling slightly. Standing at a paltry five feet seven inches with only a little bit of muscle, Beryl’s physique paled in comparison to Abzerute’s. “I thought you said you were going to stay in your Suppressed Form! You liar—“ Abzerute charged. Beryl was caught off guard, evident by his complete lack of reaction. “How is he so fast?! I can’t dodge—!” A plate-sized fist slammed into Beryl’s stomach with such force that the smaller human was completely lifted off of the ground. You could see the consciousness seep from his dark-brown gaze; the blow nearly knocked him out right then and there. Although he was in tremendous pain, Beryl knew that another strike was coming, quite possibly deadlier, than the first. The Arcosian’s gnarly, spike-decorated fist screamed towards Beryl’s face. Beryl ducked quickly, narrowly avoiding the dangerous strike. He leaped backwards several times, trying to get as much distance between himself and Abzerute as possible. Now several meters away, the dark-skinned human buckled over, arms wrapped around his stomach. He coughed and spat; it looked like Beryl was going to barf any moment. “He was already able to get a shot in like that this early? Not good.” Inhaling sharply, Beryl stood up straight, albeit shakily. He brought up his fists and squinted; he was analyzing Abzerute for any potential weak points. The size difference was troublesome, but Abzerute was also fast despite being a damn, buff as hell giant. Just how was Beryl going to deal with this? “The legs.” Furrowing his brow, Beryl adjusted his power once more to nearly match Abzerute’s own increased power. The gut punch still hurt like a bitch, but Beryl was far from done. Bending his knees, Beryl broke into a sprint. He darted around erratically, trying to make his approach as unpredictable as possible. Once he finally got close, he sent a hail of punches towards Abzerute’s thick legs, aimed to bruise them up. Beryl only came up to Abzerute’s stomach in terms of height; going for the chest and face was out of the question unless Beryl was in the air. The best Beryl believed he could do right now was to try and take away some of Abzerute’s mobility and limbs that he can use to attack. Regardless of whether the initial punch barrage was successful, Beryl would then attempt to smash the side of Abzerute’s left knee with a harsh right straight punch. He aimed to make the Arcosian’s leg buckle, thus forcing Abzerute downward. Taking a risk, Beryl immediately launched a hard, left uppercut, poised to connect right with the brute’s chin. He went straight up with it, using his legs to propel himself upward to fuel the blow. KP: [ 2 | 3 ] PL -- INCREASED TO 50,000. SUMMARY: Beryl complains some and then screams internally (and a little externally) at Abzerute assuming Brute Form. He gets punched in the stomach and nearly gets knocked out then but manages to stay awake and avoid getting his face skewered by a giant spike fist. He adjusts his PL to match Abzerute's again before throwing a hail of punches at Abzerute's legs. One particular punch is aimed towards Abzerute's left knee to get him to buckle forward before an uppercut's thrown at his chin. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 14, 2016 9:28:42 GMT
When the dark skinned human reminded Abzerute of the time he'd unleashed his full power against him, the bronze Arcosian gave a slight shrug. "Such a sudden surge in power tends to... alter perceptions somewhat." he said to him, even as the human began to launch a flurry of punches towards his legs. He in turn tried to use his tail to wrap around the boxing scientist's right arm as it came in towards his leg, in an attempt to briefly crush the captured area before then trying to hurl him away. "If I had gone through the process of form by form, then I may not have been so... what would be the appropriate word." he mused, tapping his chin before snapping his fingers. "Sadistic, that's it." explained the Arcosian as he came to his conclusion.
The bronze Arcosian shrugged as he considered the dark skinned human's earlier comments. "I may have misjudged the size differential somewhat." he admitted. "But hey, at least this is practice for you against foes larger than yourself." Abzerute smirked. "And I didn't lie... I said that my Suppressed Form would suffice for the time being... That time passed." said the eight foot tall Arcosian, justifying himself to the human. He rubbed the back of his neck somewhat as he gave the human a chance to recover. "And is that your sole reason for doubting my sanity?" he inquired of him. "You did somewhat ask for it if you'll recall." Abzerute reminded the human scientist.
He cracked his neck from side to side before taking steps towards Beryl Roarke. "Not a bad plan, trying to take out the legs of your foe so you can reach them. Only problem with it is, whilst you've only got the two limbs to hit with," he said before bullrushing him again, this time aiming to bring his left knee up into the mans chest, before then attempting to bring down the hammer on top of Beryl's head with his right fist, and then try to smash into him with his tail as it swung in from the left, "I've got five." smirked the bronze Arcosian. "A slight weakness I feel in this boxing style of combat you use, as I'm sure I've mentioned before."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 14, 2016 18:53:06 GMT
| Power had the ability to alter perceptions, but Beryl wasn’t buying that as an explanation for Abzerute’s behavior before. He figured that a few, well-placed punches to the legs would change the Arcosian’s tone. However, Abzerute’s massive, spine-covered tail lashed out like a cobra, and it wrapped around Beryl’s right arm with a vice-like grip. The spikes pierced the dark-skinned human’s flesh, causing him to yelp in both pain and surprise. Tugging was his first instinct, but doing so would only cause the spines to tear into his arm deeper. His left hand curled into a fist, and Beryl tried socking Abzerute right in his groin to let him go. However, it was too late for that – in an instant, Beryl was hurled across the training room, spines slicing through his constricted arm. Thin streams of blood flew to the air; some would even splatter on Abzerute’s face if he didn’t move. A loud bang resounded through the gravity chamber once Beryl connected with the opposite wall. He gasped before sliding down to the floor, head slumped over. Familiar, crimson liquid snaked down the length of his cut-up, right arm. Shaking his head, the dark-skinned human looked up as Abzerute continued speaking. “How do you misjudge a three foot difference in height?!” Beryl questioned. “You can do all this complicated research and make up all these new techniques, but you can’t even tell that I’m only a few inches taller than you in your Suppressed Form?!” With a huff, the ki researcher forced himself to a stand. He glanced down at his bleeding right arm; the injuries weren’t as bad as he expected, but it still hurt. The pain from the gut punch still lingered as well. He moved and flexed his right arm a little. Yep, still usable. “Oh no, I have plenty of reasons to doubt your sanity. You want to hear ‘em all?” Beryl returned, tensing as the bronze goliath strode towards him, going so far as to shudder slightly if his blood was still on Abzerute’s face. Once again, Beryl assumed his fighting stance, fists brought up to his face, with his right foot and hand placed slightly in front. The slight praise was unexpected, but Beryl knew that it was only going to be followed up with more tormenting and terrorizing and boy, was he right. The tailed brute charged once more; this time, Beryl was more prepared than before. Swaying backwards from the knee and weaving away from the overhead punch, Beryl noticed the Arcosian’s damned tail coming towards him from the left. Quickly, Beryl brought up his left forearm and braced it with his right hand. The tail slammed into his guard, eliciting a pained grunt from the Earthling. However, Beryl maintained his footing, and with a mighty shove, he aimed to push Abzerute’s tail away with enough force to hopefully knock the Changeling off balance. Without hesitation, Beryl closed the distance, hands outstretched. He tried to get a hold of Abzerute before attempting to wail on him with fierce punches aimed at his grey, unarmored stomach and groin. Beryl didn’t know if Arcosians had anything … down there, but getting hit in the crotch hurt for basically anyone, right? Still, it was obvious that he was going for weak points, and his fighting style was gradually becoming dirtier; he was becoming less concerned with “honor” and “etiquette” and more concerned with doing anything possible to give him leverage or an advantage in a fight. “The way I fight is fine! You haven’t seen everything I can do just yet!” Beryl said, midway through his punches. Abruptly, his assault changed as he tried to trip Abzerute and take him down towards the ground. If Beryl was successful, he’d promptly sit on the Arcosian’s chest before proceeding to pound away at Abzerute’s face with alternating fists. And yes, he would try to break that stupid Scouter too. KP: [ 3 | 3 ] PL -- 50,000 [ SUPPRESSED]. SUMMARY: Beryl gets thrown by Abzerute's tail and hits the opposite wall. He'll freak out a little bit if some of his blood gets on Abzerute's face, and Abzerute keeps it there. Beryl then evades the knee strike and overhead punch and manages to block the tail smash. It still hurts, but it's better than being flung across the room again. Beryl then tries to grapple Abzerute before punching him repeatedly in the stomach and groin. If he can, Beryl will try to trip Abzerute to the ground, get on top of him before machine-gun punching him in the face. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 15, 2016 0:27:22 GMT
The bronze Arcosian shrugged in response to the dark skinned humans yelling and confusion concerning his mistake about their height. "In my defence, I haven't used my Brute Form in some time. I last used it when I was half the height I am now... in my Suppressed Form I mean." he explained. He chuckled somewhat when Beryl stated that he had numerous reasons to doubt in Abzerute's sanity. "Oh, please do." was his reply, genuinely curious now to hear what the human considered him to be insane for.
He mused that the human was getting better at dealing with his tail whenever he employed it against him. After their last few bouts, he was starting to have concerns with how often Beryl appeared to forget that Abzerute's tail was a thing he had to watch out for.
Speaking of watching out for, the scientist boxer was now going for groin and gut shots with his punches. Normally this wouldn't be much concern, however his bio-armour wasn't covering his gut as well as he thought it was, and his groin region was one of his bio-gems... which genuinely caused him to grit his teeth and snarl in pain at the situation that the human was creating. When the human tried to trip him up, Abzerute instead flew into the air before immediately firing off what looked like another Death Wave towards him... but instead was one of his Solar Wall techniques!
Immediately after firing it, his hand went to his damaged bio-gem, checking its surface before looking at the destruction potentially being wrought by the fires of his rage. "It seems you're definitely learning from your time in Arcosian society... or perhaps this is humanities true self coming to the foreground?" inquired the bronze Arcosian of the dark skinned scientist, who was finding himself sorely tempted to unleash his Monster Form on the human for his little change in pace... tempted, but decided against it.
He wanted to save his Monster Form for a truly special occasion... it wasn't a transformation he brought out often, mainly because it was his second most powerful transformation and he was rather fond of it, and the impact it had on those who had seen him unleash it upon them. And given how Beryl Roarke had reacted in the past to his transformations, and even the mere mention of such things... he definitely wanted to save the one form the human had yet to see, for a special occasion.
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[UP2] Solar Wall: Variant of Death Wave. Identical to how Death Wave is charged and fired, it is the result that is the difference between the two techniques. Whilst Death Wave cuts through objects/people, instead when Solar Wall is fired, it creates a massive wall of explosions and fire at the impact site.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 15, 2016 8:33:30 GMT
| Abzerute’s enraged pain-filled snarling fueled Beryl’s punches. He was tired of hearing people derail his fighting style, calling it impractical, weak and ineffective. Abzerute was one of the worst offenders, if not the worst, so it was no wonder that Beryl was more than eager to throttle the eight foot tall monster with furious punches. Just when Beryl shifted his body to try and throw Abzerute to the ground, he furrowed his brow in frustration as the Arcosian managed to slip away. He took the skies, hand glowing with malicious energy. Beryl widened his eyes; he had a decent idea about what was going to come. Beryl had to pick a direction to go. Left, right or up. He picked left. With a quick leap, he darted towards the left, just as the Solar Wall was fired. The majority of it missed up, but the tail end of it managed to smash right into his guard. Beryl yelped as explosions battered his body; he was tossed through the air before hitting the floor, skipping along like a tossed rock. The whole entire gravity chamber shook from the Solar Wall’s power; more bits of padded tile cracked from the floor. The shielding units kicked into high gear to ensure that the entire gravity chamber wouldn’t collapse on itself. In a way, the enhanced gravity worked as an effective dampener, preventing most of the launched ki techniques from doing significant amounts of collateral damage. Eventually, Beryl rolled to a stop. He laid face-down, hands gripping at the floor. His body quivered, a sign that the injuries were beginning to pile up. Beryl would’ve stayed down for longer, but once Abzerute started talking again, Beryl immediately forced himself up. He wobbled slightly, visage contorting from a mix of determination and anger. Abzerute commented on Beryl’s brutal fighting, attributing it to him either hanging around Arcosians so much recently or that Beryl was always like that and now it was finally showing. Beryl tilted his hand down, facial features masked from view. Suddenly, he spoke. “Shut up, Abzerute!” Beryl’s form flickered as he blitzed straight towards the airborne Abzerute, ki propelling the dark-skinned human through the air. Once Beryl got close, he aimed to grab hold of the Arcosian before throttling him with a slew of vicious punches like bullets from a machine gun. “You’re the one who likes tormenting me whatever chance you get! You like seeing me in pain and agony! You like seeing me scared, don’t you?!” Beryl then tried to keep Abzerute steady with his right hand while he attempted to punch Abzerute repeatedly in his exposed stomach with his left fist. “Maybe this side of me has always been here and now you’re seeing it! And pain seems to be the only thing you understand!” The twentieth and last punch, if Beryl managed to keep the combo up that long, would send Abzerute careening backwards. Either way, Beryl was mad. KP: [ 1 | 3 ] PL -- 50,000 [ SUPPRESSED]. SUMMARY: Beryl gets partially hit by the Solar Wall, but it still freaking hurts. He then gets pissed at Abzerute essentially calling him brutal before attempting to use Quick Access on Abzerute in the form of a grapple and repeated chest and gut punches. [ Quick Access ]UP2 Beryl quickly engages his target before attempting to pummel them with a series of rapid punches. The twentieth and last punch sends the target flying backwards, that is if it hits. While each individual punch isn't particularly powerful, the sheer number of hits quickly piles on the damage; it's not out of question for victims to literally be beaten into a pulp if they eat all of the hits. Deals 66% of PL in damage.
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 16, 2016 20:02:23 GMT
The bronze Arcosian blinked at how fast the dark skinned human was capable of moving. He recalled him being able to move at similar speeds before, but it always had seemed to tire him out before... but this time was different. He was attaining these speeds after just narrowly avoiding the majority of his Solar Wall, and following it up with an assault of his own! And he was talking all the way through it as well! Abzerute grimaced as the human's fist barrelled into him, whilst he worked on trying to get his tail wrapped around the human's throat, his own hands trying to deflect or block Beryl's own fist of fury.
He recalled what happened last time the human went on a shotgun spree of these small punches, and he'd be damned if he was going to go through that again. But of course he had to address certain points. "Considering Beryl that that same fear, that same pain is what's pushing you further and further, making you stronger every time we meet..." he said, grimacing as the final blow managed to land on him. Hopefully his tail had managed to find a grip somewhere on the human scientist so that he could then use the momentum from that final blow to twist and swing the dark skinned human into the Gravity Chamber's wall slash ceiling.
In either case, after he had found himself slammed into the ceiling, he began the process of extricating himself from its structure. "Question... you claim that I'm the insane one of us... and yet, you keep letting me in the door. You keep accepting these training sessions of ours, knowing full well that I terrify you, that I hurt you..." said the bronze Arcosian as he began to suggest a possibility. "So... which of us is the insane one here? Oh, and still waiting on those reasons for my supposed insanity."
KP: 1/3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 20, 2016 9:54:50 GMT
| His body ebbed in obvious pain, but Beryl didn’t stop. He had one goal on his mind, and that was to thrash the living hell out of Abzerute. He used his pain, his agony, his frustration in order to make his punches that much more bruising and stinging. Abzerute was smart to react quickly to the sudden onslaught of physical strikes. The last time Beryl was allowed to wail on him uninterrupted resulted in Abzerute looking like he lost a fight with a woodchipper afterwards. A flash of bronze breached Beryl’s peripheral vision; it was that damned tail again. Struggling, Beryl did his best to avoid the spike-covered appendage, fists flying as he continued to throttle Abzerute’s broad chest and rock-hard stomach. The closer the tail got, the faster and more desperate Beryl’s punches became. Eventually, the tail snaked around the dark-skinned human’s neck, causing him to cease his punching frenzy. Instinctively, Beryl reached towards his constricted throat, hands wrapping around the Arcosian’s tail. He tugged and pulled, hoping that alone would set him free. Too bad it didn’t. It was getting harder to breathe. Dark-brown eyes wide, Beryl stared at the much taller and bigger Changeling. The words Abzerute spoke rattled him – Beryl did not want to fully admit that Abzerute was in fact helping him get stronger, despite his cruel and somewhat questionable methods. Since he was being choked, Beryl couldn’t really offer a response, other than a scathing glare. With a sharp twist and turn, Abzerute hurled Beryl towards the gravity simulation chamber’s wall with his tail. The Earthling flew through the air like a missile, but instead of crashing into the wall face-first, Beryl quickly flipped himself around mid-flight so that his feet were pointed upward towards the wall. When his feet touched the wall’s surface, Beryl bent his knees as he braced the landing. He stared up at Abzerute, the massive brute slightly embedded into the room’s ceiling. With a “jump”, Beryl launched himself from the wall, now on a direct course towards his heated rival. However, something stopped him. Beryl skid to a halt in mid-air, ki keeping him afloat. He stared at Abzerute, who was no more than a meter or so away at this point, with a blank, startled expression. “…” The question Abzerute proposed made Beryl momentarily speechless. The low hum of the gravity machine was the only sound that filled the room for several, seemingly long moments. “I let you in because I’m looking at the bigger picture here,” Beryl started, an uncharacteristic cool, calm confidence in his voice. “The Arcosian Empire needs help, so I’m giving it. It doesn’t matter what I think about you so long as people get the help they need and deserve.” Suddenly, Beryl jutted a dark-skinned index finger forward, pointing directly at the sun-burned Arcosian. “You want reasons for your insanity?! Here. Let me SPELL it out for you!”Then, Beryl charged. That same speed from before augmented his approach, making it that much harder to react to. Once he got within striking distance, the punches would come; Beryl was either trying to force Abzerute into pure defense or get the frost demon to trade blows with him. “Do you like seeing people in pain? Do you like seeing people suffer? Do you like seeing people fear you? Do you like seeing anything of these things in ME?” Beryl interrogated, still not relenting on his assault. If anything, it grew more intense the more he spoke. “You want to be a ruler, an emperor – how can I trust that you won’t turn into the next tyrant?! Do you seriously want the Dragonballs just to revive Arcose and everyone who was killed by the Solar Saiyan Empire, or are there other things that you want!?”KP: [ 2 | 3 ] PL -- 50,000 [ SUPPRESSED]. SUMMARY: Beryl gets thrown by that STUPID TAIL but manages to stop himself from hitting the wall by landing on the wall with his feet. He uses the wall like a springboard to launch himself at Abzerute. However, he stops just as he's about to reach him once Abzerute starts asking him questions. Beryl answers them, gets really mad, throws a lot of punches and lays down the reasons why he thinks Abzerute's freaking crazy. Also, he asks why Abzerute wants the Dragonballs so badly because he's suspicious. Demoralize -- ACTIVE. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 20, 2016 17:11:31 GMT
The bronze Arcosian smirked as his questions managed to literally stop the dark skinned boxer human in his tracks. He listened to his words, which were strangely calm and collected compared to mere moments ago. His eyes narrowed at Beryl, trying to figure out what was going on. Whenever someone had a shift in tone or personality it was usually a telling sign that they were up to something. And then came the charge.
Abzerute folded his arms across his chest in a cross-guard formation, weathering the storm that was the humans rapid style punches, all the while asking questions of his own. "I enjoy seeing my enemies suffer." he answered after some thought. "Don't tell me you got some certain amount of pleasure from that time when you unlocked the power hidden within you and dominated the battlefield?" the bronze Arcosian retorted before considering the rest of the questions. "Fear of me means that they are less inclined to fight me, and are more inclined to obey." answered Abzerute. "And if I don't have to exert extra energies or resources to achieve a goal, then so be it."
And then of course there was a question concerning Beryl himself in regard to the previous questions. "I'll admit, I do find it amusing that you continue to fear me, despite the difference in our respective power levels." he answered the human. "It's like one of your world's elephants being afraid of your mice." the bronze Arcosian explained, the fact that Beryl was punching faster and harder now with each question and word he spoke. He rolled his eyes at the next two questions and sighed. "I believe we've already had this conversation concerning how Arcosian society differs from that of humanities have we not?" he asked as he weathered more of the humans blows.
"But perhaps I need to make it clearer and more understandable." he said before channeling his telekinetic might towards the human, aiming to hold him in place. "When a school's students are making a noise, misbehaving and causing chaos, what does a teacher do?" Abzerute inquired of the scientist. "The teacher corrals them and disciplines them in order to ensure their behaviour. The students do not like the teacher for these actions, but it is necessary to ensure their education." he said to Beryl. "If corralling the remains of this fragmenting Empire requires me to be what others call a tyrant to ensure its reunification then so be it." the bronze Arcosian answered the dark-skinned human. His Scouter blinked at him, before he nodded slightly at a side of the conversation only he could hear.
He turned his attention back to Beryl, releasing his telekinetic hold if it had managed to be applied. "It seems that my ship is ready. I'll acquire one of these devices required to locate the Dragon Balls, and then depart as soon as it is installed." Abzerute informed Beryl, nodding towards him. "Till we meet again Mister Roarke on New Namek." he said as he began to try and make his departure. "And as for your final question, what I want is to reforge this fragmenting Empire into something that will endure beyond the death of its Emperor or Empress." the bronze Arcosian said as he left.
KP: 0/3 [SU] Telekinesis: Utilising the power of his mind, he can levitate objects or pin enemies down without touching them.
Would like PL for this thread :3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 23, 2016 6:56:53 GMT
| An unseen force rooted Beryl in place, interrupting his punching frenzy. By now, Beryl knew what it was – it was that damn Arcosian’s telekinetic power, and while before he was practically at Abzerute’s mercy whenever the Changeling managed to catch him with his telekinesis, Beryl had an idea on how to escape Abzerute’s grasp. Ki circulated through the Earthling’s body. Suddenly, he vanished from sight before abruptly reappearing down on the ground in an unearthly burst of speed. With a sharp pivot, Beryl was just about to charge before he decided against it. Abzerute was still talking – now going in depth with the school analogy he used before to describe Arcosian society worked. The point was Abzerute was willing to do absolutely anything to revive the Arcosian Empire. If he had to be brutal and an absolute tyrant, then that was what he was going to do. “At least you finally admit that you like seeing people suffer,” Beryl said with a sigh. He massaged the bridge of his nose with the pads of his fingers; he was starting to calm down, and unlike before, Beryl didn’t have an overwhelming urge to beat Abzerute’s face in. “Power-levels aren’t static, Abzerute. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when you get just as powerful as I am. It’s bound to happen,” the scientist said, narrowing his eyes. He pulled on his burnt-orange beanie. “Even though we’re working together on this, we’re still rivals. Right?” Beryl stopped talking, blinking as Abzerute’s scouter bleeped and blooped. It seemed like Abzerute was ready to head to New Namek. “… Yeah. I have some business to take care of before I head to New Namek myself,” Beryl informed. “I’ll see you there, Abzerute. Stay safe.” As the eight foot tall Arcosian slipped from view, Beryl turned towards the gravity machine’s control panel. He stepped up to it and typed away at its interface. The settings changed dramatically; the gravity in the room went from a steady sixty times normal gravity to a bone-crushing one hundred fifty times normal gravity. Despite the enormous increase in gravity, Beryl didn’t buckle or crumple to the ground. He remained standing, almost nonchalant as he finalized the gravity machine’s configurations. “We’ll see what you’re really about, Abzerute. Even so, I’m not taking any chances.”KP: [ 1 | 3 ] PL -- 50,000 [ SUPPRESSED]. SUMMARY: End thread! Uh. I'll take PL. Yeah. Translocate - SU1 Dodge. Abzerute |
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Post by Otto on Jan 25, 2016 9:30:07 GMT
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