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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 21:14:31 GMT
What in the Hell did the Human’s call this stuff? Ice? Baal didn’t get much of it when he was down in the aforementioned afterlife. He spent most of his time in the warm airs, working up a sweat on his ship, but this was place is what he would really call Hell. He had shivers throughout his entire body and he could barely concentrate on anything. He asked around the local martial arts school about where he could find a nice plan to train. While his purpose on Earth was murky at best, he knew that before he was gone, plenty of punches would be given and taken, undoubtedly more taken with the untrained state that Baal was in.
He was beginning to regret coming all the way out here now, starting to think that this place may have just been a giant joke he wasn’t in on. Who the Hell wants to come train out here? Sure it was nice for training your resistance, but that wasn’t what Baal was interested in, no he was interested in training, and after hours of looking around he was certain that five hundred miles in every direction was completely empty. If this was such a great spot to train in, why had he not encountered any life in the last four hours?
Despite being upset he continued on with what training he could stomach by himself, but he grew bored very quickly, seeing as he knew every punch he would throw and every kick he would attempt, he needed someone to train his mind, someone who would make him think about fighting rather than just thinking about when the Hell he would actually see life again. Another punch here, and another blast here and his mind started to become more and more distraught. Perhaps it was the sub-zero temperatures which had finally gotten to him, or perhaps he was just now realizing what a bad Idea this whole “Earth” thing was.
Had he really given up his life in Hell for this? Back in Hell he spent his life surrounded by his crew, searching for hidden treasures and new challenges. After a betrayal he had lost it all, and decided to travel to for revenge, but so far all he had found was empty ice crevices. How was he meant to get strong enough to avenge his fallen comrades at this rate? Was he destined to be stuck in this pitiful state forever? Or could he change himself? Before he could finish that though, he got down on his knees, looked to the sky and shouted “Where the bloody Hell is everybody!”
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Post by Kay-El on Feb 29, 2016 21:48:38 GMT
Thread PL: 8,000.
Her 5000 PL Guard (her Nanny) is with her.
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The North was cold and Kay-El Coliflo didn’t like it one bit. No, it wasn’t her first experience with the cold stuff known as ice or snow, but her last had been far more pleasant. A business trip of her father’s before he passed away, but now memories of her adventures with Wiz soiled any new experiences. Her Nanny stood by her side as the two ventured further, looking for any place to make camp on their search for work or signs of life. The five year old Hybrid shivered, wrapped in several layers of clothing beneath a blanket, her now half-empty backpack slung over her shoulders. “Can we make a fire yet?” she asked, desperate for just a little bit of warmth. A fire and setting up the tent they’d bartered off a nice couple would be just perfect.
“No, Birdie,” Nana said but not unkindly. “There’s still miles of daylight left for us.” The Saiyan lifted one hand and pointed towards the mountains. “At the base there, see that cave? That’s where we’re headed. We’ll make sure it’s safe, set up some protections and then we’ll like a fire.”
She stared at the mountains and her dark blue eyes tried to make sense of it. After a few minutes she spotted the small opening to the cave and sighed. It was just so far away! Couldn’t Nana have picked a closer cave? But she knew better than to ask, reaching up with her tail to untie the bows that kept her wild mass of midnight blue curls in a braid. The thick hair fell around her face, neck and back and she immediately felt warmer for it. “So, how long will it take to get there?” she asked again, a slight pout tugging her lips down.
Nana just laughed and said, “We’ll get there when we get there?”
That was when they heard the shouting.
“Where the bloody hell is everybody?”
The two exchanged an alarmed look and the ex soldier put a hand on Kay’s shoulder to stop the half-Demon, half-Saiyan from just running over to investigate. Both took to the air and flew towards the source of the commotion and the sight that greeted them almost made Kay fall. Catching herself after a brief stint where she forgot to flap her wings, Kay stared at the creature in awe.
“Hi,” she said cheerfully, in a way only children could truly manage. “Are you lost? Who are you looking for? Maybe we can help you…” Her smile showed all her teeth, including the two dainty, sharp ‘fangs’ she had for canines, but the smile reached her eyes, nonetheless. At the very least they’d found another living being to talk to, to enjoy the company of, to exist with for a while. “I’m Kay-El,” she added, almost as an afterthought.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 3:07:23 GMT
Power Level 3316
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Baal was about ready to give up on this frozen wasteland and go back to the city, far more likely to run into a challenge there. Just before he was going to take off, he heard a voice call out to him. “Hi” was all he heard before he turned around to investigate. Baal looked up into the sky and saw two floating strangers. One of them appeared to be a mere child, whereas the other one was definitely older. While he was happy that he had finally found somebody out here, he was somewhat disappointed with the people who had shown up.
“Are you lost? Who are you looking for? Maybe we can help you…” This little girl had courage, he knew not many who would speak so kindly to a creature of his description. Almost eight feet tall with wings and horns and this child acts if though he was a boy scout. ““I’m Kay-El” She added, as if though the names of your victims meant anything. Baal thought hard about his reply, while he may find himself breaking a sweet with this battle, is the experience gained from the “challenge” worth it? How much power could these two strangers hold, if any at all?
“I care not for names, nor words, only fists and treasure.” Baal turned his head and monitored the area around them, checking to see if these two were simply a decoy for a greater scheme. When he believed that they were alone, he continued. “You are but a child and so you do not have a right mind, because of this I will give you one chance and one chance only to leave this place. I came here to challenge both my mind and body, and babysitting does not fit well into my training schedule I’m afraid.” Baal dug his feet into the ice a bit and raised his arms, just in case one tried to make a move.
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Post by Kay-El on Mar 1, 2016 3:52:06 GMT
Expressive, dark blue eyebrows that matched her hair shot up at his words and she smiled. Looking over at Nana who nodded in her direction. Kay landed on the icy, snowy mountaintop beside her new...acquaintance. “I care not for names, nor words, only fists and treasure.” The words were a familiar mantra drilled into her skull by almost every full blooded Saiyan she knew. Having been trained to fight from an early age by Saiyan masters and then trained in Ki mastery by a demon, Kay-El felt she might just be able to hold her own.
“You are but a child and so you do not have a right mind, because of this I will give you one chance and one chance only to leave this place. I came here to challenge both my mind and body, and babysitting does not fit well into my training schedule I’m afraid.” The demon was large and imposing, but Kay had spent her life surrounded by things both larger and more imposing than she, including her adoptive mother who found it fun to both physically and verbally abuse her. The day she’d run away from her home on Shikk was the best of her life so far, and not only because she got away - but because she’d stood up to Pea.
“I already have a babysitter, full time,” she nodded towards the elder Saiyan with the kind brown eyes. “If it’s some sparring you want, you’re on!” she said, tossing the blanket to the side to reveal her small, lithe form. Short, at three and a half feet, she looked up and up at him. Although her eyes might show just the smallest hint of apprehension, she had to have faith in herself not to mess it up too badly, After all, her own Saiyan blood sang in anticipation of the fight. It had been a while since she’d had an actual partner to spar with, and while her skills may be a little ‘rusty,’ her daily routine consisted of going through all the motions over and over again. If she was anything, it was fast and what she lacked in brute strength she made up for in speed and ingenuity.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 13:59:49 GMT
“Amazing” Baal thought to himself, this little girl did not back down to the challenge, and instead seemed to want it. “I already have a babysitter, full time” she said, nodding towards his company. Baal also took a glance towards the elder one, and tried to figure out her purpose. “Could she be just some sort of nanny, or what she more than that? Did she pose a threat to me?” Baal thought, perhaps worried about his odds against two foes, or just eager for the challenge. “If it’s some sparring you want, you’re on!” Baal was now surprised, he thought that his words may have more effect but they seemed to have missed their mark.
While in Hell, Baal could use nothing but his appearance to scare off any potential foes and they had some of the ugliest, scariest looking beings in the universe, and this little Earthling girl was not frightened at all? It had been a long time since Baal was forced to have a real fight and so especially once with such strange circumstances, though still this girl, Kay-El may have some tricks up her sleeve, and so he was going to make sure he was prepared for all. Baal fully raised his arms up to his face now, and bent his knees for a more stable base.
“Alright little girl, you have proven to me that you have some courage and I can admire that, but nobody will be happy when I am picking pieces of your skull out of my palms and so I hope you know what you are getting in to.” Baal tried intimidation once more to try and push this girl away from him. While he had killed plenty of people before, and done much worse than that, he was inexperienced when it came to killing children. “And that babysitter of yours certainly won’t be happy when I’m doing the same for her.” Baal glanced back towards the elder, checking if she was making battle preparations too.
The small frame of the girl made it even more surprising that she decided to stay, how could a punch from a figure so small even do any damage? “I will give you now two options, and this will be the last choice you make. You can both leave now and forget about me, or, being a man, I will give you the first shot at me, so make your choice wisely.” Baal’s eyes darted between the two figures, watching each once carefully, trying to figure out which one he should be worried about, he figured that the elder would have more fighting experience, but it was the girl who was the one asking for a fight.
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Post by Kay-El on Mar 2, 2016 14:58:59 GMT
This demon didn't know Saiyan determination, often confused with courageous stupidity, when he saw it. She knew Nana would let her take care of this herself, unless she thought Kay couldn't handle it. Her nanny had the ability to sense Ki and if she'd thought they weren't at least evenly matched or around there, or that Kay couldn't win, she'd have pulled the child away and the two would have moved on. It had happened before and would happen again, but this was not one of those times. Her wings turned from patterned tattoos on her back into full blown 'fins' she could use to fly and she took to the air. "Alright little girl, you have proven to me that you have some courage and I can admire that, but nobody will be happy when I am picking pieces of your skull out of my palms and so I hope you know what you are getting in to."
"Don't worry, Nana will make sure to wipe you off the ground after we're finished," she said with an as of yet unearned confidence. Just because she'd won a few fights and trained herself to the point of passing out in the past didn't make her a master. Far from it, but the girl was young enough and Saiyan enough to have the confidence and foolishness of both to the extreme. Her eyes narrowed at his next words, though, a frown tugging at the corner of her small lips.
"I will give you now two options, and this will be the last choice you make. You can both leave now and forget about me, or, being a man, I will give you the first shot at me, so make your choice wisely."
The time for talk was over. She would show him the mistake he'd made in thinking that just because she was young or small that she was also weak. It was something she tended to use to her advantage when an opponent let her, like now. Yes, compared to many others out there in the many galaxies, Kay didn't stand a chance - but for her age and experience, she was proud of the progress she'd made in her journey through life so far. The five year old crossed her arms, touching each shoulder with the opposite hand and channeled her Ki through the her voice. A soft, soothing tune floated through the air, the intent to permeate deep into Baal's psyche and lull him into a short moment of sleep.
The stun ability wasn't a new one, but Kay-El worked on it all the time, and back home on Shikk when people had trouble sleeping they'd come to her and ask her to sing them to sleep. Now, it was intended to temporarily disable her foe using all of her power level. Whether or not it worked, she aimed a kick at his head, hoping to either use the stun to keep him from seeing this coming or to distract him with the first so the latter would get through his defenses.
(sorry this took so long, rl's been crazy)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 19:42:22 GMT
Despite the offers that Baal had given the girl for her life, she had decided to remain where she was and fight. This is something that Baal had to give credit for, as many would had already left at this point, but there was something special about this girl, something either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. She had now fully revealed the wings attached to her back, something which Baal had not taken notice of earlier, he would keep a note of them in his mind. Though he had his own wings, much large and more intimidating then her own, is was more efficient and controllable to use Ki instead.
"Don't worry, Nana will make sure to wipe you off the ground after we're finished” Kay-El said confidently. This child must have had fighting experience in the past to speak with such a tone, but how much, and of what quality? Wiping a few bugs from the ground is nothing compared to a real fight. Baal would make sure that by the end of this little adventure, the girl would know fear all too well. Talking was now over it seems, as the girl did not have other response to his offers, and instead she made some sort of gesture, crossing her arms and touching each shoulder.
Baal was now on alert, trying to prepare for whatever this child had in mind for him, although it was impossible to know for sure. Before he could make any sort of preemptive strike against her, he heard a tune floating through the air. Before he could try and deduce where this sound was coming from, he felt himself becoming tired, and losing responsiveness. Now he knew, the girl had cast some sort of spell on him; that must be it! Baal should have expected some sort of trickery but such a foe, the weak always rely on their tricks.
Baal was trapped now, and he defenses were non-existent. This mere child had paralyzed him, and left him wide open to attack, what a way for a warrior to go out. Before Baal went fully out, all he could think of was how long would this last? Surely the girl could not keep this up for the entirety of the fight. He expected for her to be able to get a few good hits in before it wears off, he doubted that she would be able to keep up her concentration while attacking, and when it did wear off, he would show her the error of her ways.
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Post by Kay-El on Mar 4, 2016 16:11:26 GMT
A small smirk tugged at the child's lips. Cocky and self-assured, it lasted only a fraction of a second before the steely look of fierce determination and concentration returned. The hybrid had him right where she wanted him. Being half demon herself, sometimes back home others made it difficult for her to fit in, but here on Earth everything had changed. Although not her original destination, Earth proved itself to be a welcoming if unexpected oasis. Far from a perfect planet with their political turmoil and petty concerns, that all just made her feel less homesick, in a way. Shikk, for better or for worse, had been her home. Although she'd never met her own demonic father, it was on her 'to-do' list. Right after finding her brother and then her biological mother. The last known whereabouts of her brother, Pin, was Namek - and Kay's Pod was on its way there before an Asteroid Field knocked them off course.
Her foot connected solidly with his head and she pushed off, flipping forward and landing behind him. A quick pivot and she faced his now exposed back, knowing the stun would wear off any moment now. Its duration needed improvement, something Kay-El worked on tirelessly, using animals and fights like these to test and push herself. "Had enough?" she taunted, wanting him to know she could take another shot if she wanted to. "Or you thirsty for more?" But she wasn't the type to stab a guy in the back, not even an enemy, and Baal was far from an enemy, in her opinion. Not a friend, but perhaps someday they could be more friendly, maybe even continue to fight on occasion. Like rivals or something.
Yeah, rivals sounded good, at least to her; Kay had no idea what ran through that large, horned head of his. Energy ran through her system as if on a long distance run and she felt as though she could do this all day. It was better than the ceaseless, monotonous walking through the are she and Nana had been doing previously. A nice break, a good distraction, sometimes the little things helped pass time the best. Sparring was just what the doctor ordered, as the saying went. Vaguely, she wondered what he'd do once he could move again.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 14, 2016 3:04:22 GMT
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