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Post by Kizuki on Mar 26, 2016 0:19:50 GMT
Volume 2 - Chapter 8
Enter The Nightmare Realm! Kizuki's FURIOUS Tranformation!
[ For timeline purposes, this happens after "The Hell Games" which Kizuki registered for here and thus got his body back: Link ]
[ Thread PL: 100,000 ]
The Hell Games were over. He had lasted to the very end. He had won the tournament. The implications of being a part of it were much more gruesome than he had realized. Coming into the tournament, he had no idea that dying in the afterlife meant the loss of one's existence as a whole. It was a scenario that Kizuki had no control over, nor the other seven participants. They were all literally fighting for their lives, the fact that they got to keep a physical body became second. At least, to Kizuki, that's what the tournament had turned into. Though, it was him over them and he would not be the one to fall out of pity. He was a Saiyajin, a race created by the gods to be warriors, and so that it was he did.
Having left the grounds of Demo-sama, the creator and host of The Hell Games, Kizuki would find himself on a trek back to The Blood Pond. Eventually, the Saiyajin Warrior would arrive, in a fresh version of his attire from The Hell Games. No Saiyajin battle armor here, it was instead replaced with a grey training dogi, pants and sleeveless top. An orange obi was tied around and knotted at his waist, the pants were tucked into a pair of grey and dark blue boots, similar fashion to the type that Saiyajin would wear but not exact. Powerful arms were exposed from the not having anything under that sleeveless top, save for the portion where those blue wrist guards were covering most of his forearms. Thankfully, there was a hole in the back of those pants where his tail could freely sway behind him. Without his classic, Saiyajin battle armor attire, wrapping that tail around his waist when he already have an obi felt.. odd.
Standing by the edge of the Blood Pond, Kizuki would cross his powerful arms across his chest. Perhaps it would be best to call out to Alaistair and Xylo, see if either of them had gotten any luck in acquiring their own bodies, and perhaps Xylo could find a way to get Kizuki to train with this Devil of Hell, Beezlebub. He could surely use the training, and from how Alaistair had worded it Xylo was going to be quite powerful after it was all over. He'd let his eyelids close, focusing his mind in order to use Alaistair's mental link to reach out to both him and Xylo. It had been a while since he did that, so he was finding a hard time of it right off the bat.
@tokoz
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 13:29:27 GMT
 As Kizuki stood by the pond, a voice echoed out. "Well well, I saw you in the Hell Games. MOST impressive, young man." From nearby, a demon approached, clapping slightly. He was tall, wearing loose open robes, and his head looked to be crowned with wide antlers. He held a staff in one hand, clapping around it. "I would very much like to see what you're capable of, now. I hear the Saiyan race grow in power at an impressive rate. I am Cernunnos, a lord here, and I would be quite honored if you would visit my castle so we could talk further." Gesturing, a portal appeared in the air, revealing a banquet hall in an old style castle with red walls. It was currently laid out with rather sumptuous looking food, and the smell was wafting through the portal. "Well? What do you say, my friend?" Cernunnos raised an eyebrow, looking from Kizuki to the portal. (Feel free to control him a bit in your posts.) Meanwhile, rather paradoxically both far away and quite near, depending on whether you measured through the portal or not, a figure slowly approached a huge castle, looking up at it with a feeling of glee in his heart. "Well well... I finally found your little hide-away." Walker stood on a rock beneath the home of the final piece of his past, the castle of Cernunnos the Demon Lord. He had traveled quite a ways from the first time he met the being, from the world of the living to the dead, across the Galaxy and from a mere, innocent sapling of a Bio-Android to the being he was today. If he was to truly face the future that was bearing down upon them all, he would have to face this, the final question of his past. What was Cernunnos? What did he plan, and how did Walker and his creation figure into it? More importantly... if he finally faced him in battle... had he come far enough to triumph under his own power? Was his strength equal to that which had created him, or only borrowed. That, more than anything, was what troubled him. Had he just used the power of where he came from, or had he earned his strength himself? Was he just a shameless thief, preaching hypocritical ideals, or a warrior, as he had always believed. Steeling himself, Walker moved into the castle, slow deliberate steps carrying him toward the entrance. Though he didn't know it, at this time and place, he would be involved in a second ascension. The threads of fate wove in mysterious ways, it seemed. Thread PL: 201,128 Base
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 30, 2016 3:29:37 GMT
His intense, meditation of attempting to reach out to Xylo and Alaistair was broken by an unfamiliar voice. An annoyed look came to his face, eyes still closed, until the being mentioned seeing Kizuki in The Hell Games. One eye would pop open, taking in the creature before him. Like most other people of hell, this one was quite the odd looking one. Opening his other eye, but keeping his arms crossed over his broad chest he would offer a nod. "Thank you." Was his only response to that. As the being introduced himself as Cernunnos and explained his desire to speak with Kizuki on his power, the Saiyajin would arch a brow in a bit of a questioning expression. Seeing the portal materialize before him, and being given the invite, Kizuki would look from the portal to Cernunnos before responding back. "This is Hell, as I'm sure you're aware. I have very little reason to trust you. Though, as you have seen first hand, I do not have much to worry about as far as defending myself goes. So, think about your true intentions behind your requested meeting." It was true, Kizuki was quite confident in his abilities with his increased power since his falling on Planet Namek - though he was still missing something. He still wasn't a Super Saiyajin. "What exactly did you wish to discuss, Demon? I have some business to attend to with my comrades that needs my attention." His composure was still a bit standoff-ish, with his arms folded across his chest and that angry expression on his face. His tail gently swaying behind him the only part of his body in motion, as cold, coal black eyes stared directly at the demon.
- Sorry for the delay, @tokoz. Thanks for being patient with this. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 18:09:49 GMT
Cernunnos blinked at him for a moment, a surprised look on his face. "Well well. I guess you're cageier than I expected. Bravo." Without any apparent effort on his part, the portal suddenly widened, and another appeared behind Kizuki, slamming together with incredible speed. "You WILL be fun to play with."
Regardless of the initial appearance of the portal, the other side did not actually contain a feasting hall. Instead, there was a massive black void, with odd mists and glowing energies swirling about inside, half-seen shapes whirling about in a manic frenzy. Should Kizuki manage to dodge the two initial portals, more would begin appearing, zipping at him from multiple directions at once until he was finally nabbed. It didn't help that they appeared to be attempting to suck him in as well. Cernunnos leaned on his staff, chuckling, any attempts to attack him met by a rift springing up in front of him.
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Elsewhere, the tree approached the two giant doors, looking up at them speculatively. Interestingly, there was no handles, just a door knocker. Raising an eyebrow, Walker rapped it. The gilt face suddenly writhed, appearing to come to life before him, with an evil chuckle. "Ah, you wish to enter. Well then, in order for me to open, you will have to answer my riddles three! Until then, nothing will cause my doors to unlock and open!" The knocker leered at Walker, who failed to be impressed by this sudden revelation.
"Ready? Now then..." It giggled to the tree, who was tapping his chin and looking at the door speculatively. "First an easy one... Round as a circle, yet flat as a board, the altar of the Lupine Lo-"
*BANG*
With a huge crash, the massive doors went flying through the air, hitting the far wall of the entry area with a crash, before sliding down, leaving the door knocker seeing stars for a moment. When it recovered, Walker was walking towards the hallways in the back, ignoring the obnoxious knocker. "W-Wait! How did you-" The sheer disdain in the tree's eyes silenced it. "Really? Do you really think me so dim? You said you wouldn't open unless I answered the riddles. So I just kicked the door off the hinges." He rolled his eyes at the chokes of outrage as the knocker realized what he had done. "Oh, and Moon. There, one out of three." His massive foot leaving a slight dent in the brass, he moved over the enraged door, heading further into the castle. It was immediately obvious this would be just as irritating as the entrance, however.
Each hallway had a huge number of doors, and upon opening the first one, Walker found... a massive ambulatory mass of what appeared to be caramel. "I am Duke Leche, a servant of Lord Cernunnos! To advance, you mu-" His voice was cut off as Walker shut the door. He was NOT in the mood for what was obviously an attempt to screw with him. Sighing, he turned and moved down the hall, eyes narrowed for a door that did NOT lead to some idiotic game-show contest. He had a feeling it would take a while.
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 2, 2016 18:55:43 GMT
Before Kizuki could even put a thought together after the Demon's words, he found himself sucked into another dimension of sorts. He didn't even have the time to avoid the portal coming towards him, as well as the one from behind him. In an instant, his body left the Blood Pond area and was in some black void, causing the Saiyajin to float aimlessly in it. He remained calm, realizing all too well by now that Hell was full of those most interesting characters in all the Universe. "Ever since I got to this place, I've been nothing but bothered. Tch." In an arrogant tone, Kizuki would look around the black void before he felt himself falling at a rapid pace. It caught him off guard, his heart pumping a bit faster at this point. He was unable to use his ki to elevate him, instead, the invisible force within this other dimension continued to drag him down until he SLAMMED directly into a hard surface. His eyes closed, grimacing from the sudden impact. Though he couldn't see, he felt dirt under him, and dust from the impact swirling into his nostrils. He'd let out a cough or two, laying on his side as he began to pull himself up to a slow stand. "I haven't gotten the time to play games with you, Demon! Show yourself now or--.." The Saiyajin would be cut off from his speech as his eyes took in the sight before him. It was.. impossible. How could this be?
 Standing within a field, surrounded by lush grass and large rock formations, Kizuki would find himself on a planet that he was all too familiar with. Standing atop some higher ground, he looked in disbelief at the Imperial City that he had called his home. Standing in the middle of the royal grounds was a large tower, the base of it held countless steps to reach the many entrances. It looked small from where he was, but in truth it was a behemoth of a structure. He was lost in himself a bit, not realizing that this was potentially a dream, a vision, that it wasn't real. But in that moment, as he stared out at the busy Imperial City that was miles from all the various other cities and towns he had known.. He was on Planet Daikondu. He was standing in the same spot he had trained in as a boy everyday before the great war against the "Mechajin" had began.
He wasn't quite sure how, but all he knew was..
He was home.
- Cernunnos has sent Kizuki to another dimension.. but is it real? Is the Demon capable of altering space and time, or is he using his power to get into Kizuki's thoughts and use his past against him?!
- @tokoz, sorry for the delay. I'm back full time. Your post.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 0:43:10 GMT
As the tree moved through the castle, doing his utmost to slip past the stupidity he had apparently been greeted with, he noted the presence of something vaguely familiar in this distance. He could feel an energy he had felt before, but it didn't seem like Cernunnos. It was one he had only felt perhaps once before, that was for certain. Perhaps that Majin he had encountered, once? Shrugging slightly, he strode onwards, deciding he would locate Cernunnos first. Irritatingly, he was utterly failing to find his target's energy in here. It was like he could feel snippets of it, little sparks, but nothing concrete. That, and the... distractions.
He blew another door off it's hinges, and stepped to the side. A giant creme pie barely missed his face, hurtling down the hallway and exploding upon impact with the wall. This was getting ridiculous. It was like a clown designed this place, and he was getting less and less patient with each step. Moving through the doorway, he peered around. Now, this seemed important.
The room he had entered was more like a study than anything else he had seen, and there were notes, game-boards, and books everywhere. Not metaphorically, literally. Even the floor was a giant, scrolling sea of papers, moving beneath glass in a constant flat waterfall. Moving further in, he picked up one of the books, paging through. It was... notes. Seemingly random, but notes nonetheless. Pausing, Walker looked around, then placed it back down. Somewhere in here... there was probably notes about him.
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 3, 2016 5:44:13 GMT
Hopping off the rock he was standing on, Kizuki would continue to take in the settings around him. Before he knew it, he was elevated off the ground and quickly flying over to the Imperial City itself. The city appeared to be on what looked like a floating island, but really a pit circled around it, a few hundred feet deep but not an endless hole. There was one, land based road that led into it, watched over by two Imperial Guards. The two were Saiyajin, males, garbed in that white armor, with silver pads that told their status as Imperial Guards of the Empire. Lowering himself down in front of them, his booted feet would tap on the dirt below him, both soldiers slamming a fist over their chest and bowing to him. They both bellowed, "KIZUKI-OU!" ("King Kizuki!") What? King? Something was not right. Was he in a different time? Was he dreaming? He felt different, and looked down noticing his attire had suddenly changed. He was now currently in what would appear to be Royal Saiyajin battle attire. A blue bodysuit covered his form from neck to feet, white boots tipped in gold, with white gloves on his hands covering up to the middle of his forearms. On his upper body was the full, padded battle armor, white in color. The middle part of the stomach and back were gold in color, the extended shoulder pads were also gold. Behind him, attached to the armor itself was a flowing cape, purple in color.
Just what the hell was going on? He looked back up at the two saluting guards, nodding to them. "That.. That's enough." Motioning them to be at ease, the apparent Saiyajin King would make his way down the road and towards the Imperial City. Some things were how he remembered them on this planet, others were not. As he made he way into the middle of the city, throngs of people, Saiyajin and other races, cheered and praised him. It was as if he was at a festival of sorts. In the middle of the city, a statue had been erected in his honor, it seemed. The inscription at the base read his name, as well as detailing him as the hero who had saved Daikondu-sei from the Mechajin. Did.. Did he really? No, it was impossible! He had nearly died on Daikondu-sei, over two thousand years ago! So did his crew and so did.. wait.. with his eyes bolted wide open he'd turn behind him to see a familiar, smiling face. That of his wife, Burumasu, standing in the square.
 "Ohayōgozaimasu!"
("GOOD MORNING!")
The woman stood there, smiling brightly and greeting him. He had seen this before, seen HER before recently in his mind. This was surely a trick, or his mind playing tricks on him. "No. It's not real. THIS is not real. You're.. You're dead. This whole planet is.. it's.." He couldn't even finish, watching his wife's face contort into a pouting frown as she jammed a finger directly onto his nose, poking it in a few times in an affectionate, yet angry manner. It caused Kizuki's eyes to go even wider, as he could feel the touch of her finger pressing against his nose, flesh upon flesh. Real. "Dead, huh? I think you've been out in the wastelands training for too long, Kizuki-SA-MA. You're starting to lose your mind, I think." The albino's white tail would sway a bit behind her, red eyes looking deep into his own. Her own wild mane of pure white hair barely moved in the light wind. Her angry face turned to a bit more of a cheerful one again. "Anata.." ("My love..") she would say, placing a small hand on the chest portion of his armor. "It's.. so good to see you again. I told you we'd be seeing you again shortly, ne? I didn't lie." She remained smiling, not one to don the traditional armor of a Saiyajin, but rather she remained garbed in her usual kimono-like dresses, with light fitting gi pants under them should the need to fight arise. Before Kizuki could answer, he would hear the voice of a young boy in the distance, coming closer at a quick pace.
"OTOU-SAN!"
"OTOU-SAN!"
("FATHER!")
Eventually, the boy would land directly next to Kizuki and Burumasu, with a rather excited looking expression on his face. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy was definitely Saiyajin, garbing the Daikondu-sei traditional non-armor garb that those under the King usually wore, mostly the crown Prince or Princess of the Empire. Red, colored top with should pads slightly extended out, going to white, lightweight dogi pants and tucked into boots. The top flared out in almost a cape-like fashion to the back of the ankles. Excitedly, the boy began to shake his fists, in almost a whining nature as he looked up at Kizuki. It was Romurusu. His son.. his.. dead son. But, he looked alive and well. "Oi, 'tou-san! You promised we'd go training now! You promised! You're supposed to help me become a Super Saiyajin, remember? Ne, 'tou-san! Hey! Are you listening?!" The boy would reach up to tug at the tight fabric on Kizuki's leg, as the elder Saiyajin just stared down at the child, before looking towards Burumasu's smiling face again. Surely this was a dream..
.. And he would kill the one who attempted to wake him up.
Kizuki's own expression would change, his lips curling into a bit of a half smile for the first time in ages. He'd look down at his son, placing a hand atop that crown of wild, spiky black locks. "Hai. ("Yes.") I did promise you, didn't I? Come on, let's go. All three of us. We could all use a bit of training." The young boy would cheer happily, as Burumasu would roll her eyes. Some things would never change, it seemed. With a hearty laugh, Kizuki would close his eyes. His entire being filled with happiness, an emotion that he rarely would fully let envelop him completely. The laughing came from deep within his gut, loud and unashamed to bare himself in such a way. And so, as he opened his eyes once more, the scene around him had changed again. It was much.. darker than what he was just currently a part of. Much, much darker..
His laughing had subsided, there was nothing to be happy about at the moment.
@tokoz
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 17:36:32 GMT
It took a while, but paging through the books, Walker managed to locate a tome with a single silhouette of a tree emblazoned on it. It was, oddly, not labeled. Looking closer, he also noted that it wasn't in the same flat, even script as the rest of the books. It appeared to be written in far lazier writing, as though the author had been attempting to get down the information as quickly as possible. Frowning slightly, he began flipping pages. This was... confusing. It was written much differently than the other books in this room, not just in handwriting but style as well. Every other tome had a mocking, jovial tone, and many referenced other books. It seemed completely random and nonsensical, as though Cernunnos just grabbed whatever book was convenient and recorded his thoughts in 4 at a time, dividing the information between all of them so that only he could find it. This book, however, was apparently wholly self-contained. Flipping back to the beginning, he began to read. As he moved further in, his hands started to shake. "... This doesn't make any sense." Suddenly, a crack came from outside, and Walker dropped the book, the impossible words he read ignored for the moment as he rushed out of the study. My name is Sergeant Correros of the Blue Banner Resistance Army. I am not sure where I am, or what has happened to me, but I am keeping this journal I received from my friend, Walker. I was shoved into some sort of machine, just before the Arcosian Empire's assault force broke into the base... His feet slammed into the floor as he ran down the hallway, seeing the figure at the other end, mind still running over the words in the journal. How... what had happened... Rubbing a hand across his face, he felt the wetness pouring from his eyes. Damn it... no. It wasn't him anymore. I can't keep track of the dates, but the year is apparently 1920, nearly a millennia before my time. I can only hope I will be able to find a way to get the information about the future to the time it is relevant. All I need to do now is avoid altering the past too heavily. If I fail... I can only hope this "Callio" landed closer to the correct time. There's no way I will be able to last long enough to live to the 2800's... Entering the hall, Walker froze, staring up at the mocking figure. He had never actually seen Cernunnos's face before, and now that he did... the traces of his friend were all too obvious. He could feel a twitching, gnawing disbelief in his stomach now, as he realized just how twisted his creation had truly been. He had, knowingly or not, created himself. I met an odd creature, some form of plant Demon perhaps. He says he's called Solanum, and he's offered me a deal. He says he'll make me immortal, allowing what I know to survive to the appropriate day, as long as he can make use of my power. I managed to become a fairly strong fighter, enough to surpass the base Super Saiyans in the rebels... I'm not sure I have a choice. I still see them when I close my eyes, the Arcosians standing over the fields of corpses..."CERNUNNOOOOOOOOS!" His voice echoed through the hall, and the demon... no, the fusion turned and looked at him, surprised. "Ooooh, so you made it? I was wondering when you'd come...." The creature's expression was an odd mix of delight and anger... as though part of him remembered the tree fondly, and the other half despised him. "I hope you enjoyed the games I set up for you..." He laughed, clapping his hands as he grinned manically down at Walker. This new body is wonderful. Such knowledge about the future... although it's quite fragmented, from the fusing. I feel so funny... I wonder if the name Solanum still fits. This body used to be called Correros, yes? Perhaps a mixture. Solerrum? Corranus? No... I know. Cernunnos. The tree slowly marched forward, hands clenched and fire burning in his eyes, the flame burning a deep purple as his anger grew. It put so many things into context, now. The familiar way he spoke, the oddly reminiscent energy that had always seemed more familiar than just being like his own... even why he felt as though he took from Humans, as much as he did Demons and Namekians. He had part of a human soul, after all. His soul. The demon raised an eyebrow as Walker slowly moved up the stairs towards the massive mirror he stood in front of. "Oh, I wouldn't do that. After all, I'd hate to lose hold on this little fellow." The tree paused, his fist raised, and looked at the mirror. It was a Saiyan, standing in a black void. Who wa- "Kizuki?" To the side, Cernunnos began to chuckle, a dark, evil noise that chased the echoes of the tree's enraged scream around the cavernous throne room. |
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 5, 2016 2:48:06 GMT
The view before him was much different than it was just moments ago. There was no reformed Daikondu-sei, there were no happy crowds, there was no.. family. In front of him, was nothing but a barren wasteland, a dry wind kicking up dust nearly blinding him. Buildings were toppled over, now ancient ruins compared to the lush and vibrant life the planet was once filled with. His hand no longer felt the thick mane of his son's head, within his grasp was a skull. He'd drop it quickly, the piece of bone cracking and turning to dust before it could even reach the ground. He'd bare his teeth, gritting them together in anger as he looked down from the ground to the scene before him.
 Everything and everyone was dead. Booted feet would lead him further down his path, glancing about at the devastation around him. This was the Daikondu-sei he remembered. The Daikondu-sei that was broken, defeated, devoid of all life completely. The earth was dry and caked. Skeletons littered the planet, everything living had to die. This was their rule. The sky began to darken, as if rapidly the dusk sky had turned to night. Flashes of light filled the sky in the form of lightning bolts. The deep, booming sound of thunder would follow each blinding flash. Kizuki would stop in his tracks, feeling as if something, or someone, was there watching him. Coal, black eyes would look upwards, towards the roof of one of the ruined buildings around him. As another flash of lightning filled the sky, the silhouette of another person came into view. The image would fade and appear several times, with each streak of natural light that lit the sky like veins.
 His gut was doing somersaults, feeling incredibly ill. He knew who it was, as he had just "been with her" a few moments ago. Though, this time, there was something different about her. He could feel her frustrations, feel her hate filling the area. It was as if the lightning flashes were her anger, the booming thunder was her screaming. As another bolt of lightning crackling across the night sky, he could make out her face just a bit more than before. Her eyes glowing, a blood red color. Not like her usual red, being an albino. Both of her eyes were completely red, evil spewing forth from her sockets.
 Tensing up, he'd clench his hands into fists tightly. He could feel the situation quickly going downhill. He knew, above all else, that this was not real. It felt real, it looked real, but it could not possibly be real. Though with each passing moment, he was getting farther and farther away from reality. He was losing himself in this alternate reality, in this nightmare world. As this world continued to suck him into its own reality, Kizuki's mind became more and more scrambled. His fists would unclench, looking down at his hands. They were covered in blood, though he couldn't say it was his own. The rest of his attire was in shambles as well. Saiyajin battle armor nearly completely destroyed from his last day on Daikondu-sei, two thousand years ago. He'd slowly look back up to Burumasu, or the being that appeared to be her, up on the roof. Her hair was standing up on end, the way it would be when she turned into a Super Saiyajin, though her hair was not gold. It was instead a deep grey color. With a trembling voice, he'd call out to the being loudly. "I.. I know you aren't her! I know this is all fake! I know..--!"
 Before Kizuki could continue to convince himself that this was all not reality, the figure would leap off the roof of the building and come descending towards him at a rapid pace. With a grunt, Kizuki would throw his body out of the way as the Saiyajin female's fist came colliding with the spot on the ground where he was standing, landing on one knee in the process. The dead earth under her fist spider webbed and would fissure terribly. What power. Kizuki had skidded to a stop, slowly coming to a stand. "I said I know you aren't real! You're dead! You're a product of my thoughts! Of my own anger! You're a lie!" The woman would come to a stand, before shouting back at the male at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with anger and resentment. "YOU LED US TO OUR DEATH! YOU KILLED US! ALL OF US!" Before Kizuki could retort, the female would extend her palms outwards and fire off several blasts of ki. Kizuki would do his best to avoid them, the speed and power of the blasts pushing him to his limits already. Unable to regain his composure quick enough, Burumasu would rocket towards him, slamming a fist directly into his midsection to the point where the impact would nearly balloon out his back, and the noise was louder than the thunder. It caused Kizuki's eyes to widen to their limits, his mouth gaped open as a mixture of saliva and blood spurted forth. If this was all fake.. it sure was convincing. Gasping and gagging for air, she would continue to slam fists and kicks into the male Saiyajin's body, sharp nails raking across his face several times before headbutting him, sending him flying backwards into an already ruined building. The rubble falling atop his battered body, looking up at the approaching female through one open eye.
What Walker would see, though, was quite different. Kizuki, in that mirror, was in complete darkness. No light to be seen, just Kizuki's "earthly" body suspended in "mid air." His arms and legs spread a bit, his head tilted back somewhat. Eyes were open, but rolled back to the point where only the whites could be seen, veins protruding throughout his body, the visible parts were his arms, neck, and face in that grey gi that was really wearing "in real time." Every so often, he'd convulse, the veins ripping through his skin pulsating as well.
@tokoz
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 19:40:51 GMT
Staring at the image in the mirror, Walker hissed angrily. It looked like there was nothing there, but presumably, Kizuki was seeing something different. Whipping about, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Cernunnos. "What do you want?" The demon spread his hands, a twisted smile that had just a hint of Correro in it worming across his face. "I have no idea what you mean? I just wanted to show the poor boy what he's lost~" He chuckled, lips moving in a way that was just a little bit wrong, a little bit off.
It was sickening, seeing the demon for the first time. If he had thought it would help, he would have torn away his own flesh, but it wasn't though as he could completely expunge the creature's part of his body. "You disgust me. Has this been what you've spent centuries doing? Playing bizarre games with those unlucky enough to fall for your tricks?" He moved forward,and Cernunnos looked a bit unsettled for a moment. Raising his hand, a barrier sprung up, blocking him off. Stopping, Walker snickered slightly. "Oh? Is something wrong?" He couldn't quite sense Cernunnos's energy, honestly. It was as if something was obscuring him from Walker's senses.
Stepping up to the barrier, his fist drew back, and the demon stumbled back. "W-wait! If you try it, your friend wi-" "Friend?" The grassy man's face went pale, and he ceased his intended statement, staring at Walker. "I have met the Saiyan once. Friend is a bit of a stretch, and besides..." The sound was not immediately identifiable, but after a second, it became clear. Harsh and ragged,it was a laugh entirely void of kindness or compassion. Walker's eyes were glowing like a pair of purple infernos, and his hand was pressing against the barrier, the fingers starting to dig through the energy. "If you kill him... you've just run out of hostages, haven't you?"
With a screeching noise, the tree's fingers pierced the shield, and it shattered, the shards of flat, glowing surface evaporating as they flew in every direction. Moving forward, one slow step at a time, Walker stared down at the demon, who looked utterly shocked at this outcome. "Wha... How is this possible? You were nothing like this before! You were like Correro!" The tree sighed, and his arm shot forward, intending to grab the demon's collar. However, the hand passed right through. Confused, he felt his hand tighten around something, and lifted. The image of Cernunnos faded as he began to pierce the illusion, and what was revealed beneath was almost depressing.
His enemy, the creature he had come to hell to confront... was withered, old... and more like a walking corpse than anything else. He had a halo over his head, but it was thin and wispy. His form seemed half-collapsed, and his face was worn and aged. People weren't supposed to age in Hell, but Cernunnos looked as if he had been slowly rotting away inside, leaving nothing but a shell. He raised a hand, trying to speak, but the tree's arm was wrapped around his neck. "Need... power... " The two didn't speak for a moment, and then Walker slowly closed his eyes, sighing. "Shut it off." With whirl, he tossed Cernunnos to the side, and sought out Kizuki's energy, sending a mental message his way. "Kizuki. It is Walker. This is not real, any of it, if you haven't realized it already.
"You are a Saiyan, are you not? I thought your kind was supposed to be fearsome in battle, never giving up, never ceasing. But this is all it takes to stop you? A mental image, some minor phantasm? If that's the case... then people like Mayze will always remain stronger than you." With these words, he stepped back. Whatever happened next, whichever choice had to be made... it would have to be the Saiyan's own decision. He could continue to fight, or he could let himself remain adrift.
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 8, 2016 20:24:09 GMT
Walker was right on the fact that himself and Kizuki were not friends. Walker had met Kizuki when he was still a puff ball of a soul, not entirely too long ago. It was by luck that the Bio Android and the Saiyajin had crossed paths once more. Though, still, at this very moment Kizuki was not "with" Cernunnos and Walker. He was in his own personal Hell, being attacked by his own doubts, angers, and depressions personified. As the actions of the two played out, something much different was playing out in Kizuki's nightmare world.
He was being utterly decimated by this nightmare version of his wife, in a monstrously powerful Super Saiyajin form. Kizuki's body was flying backwards once more, slamming into a ruined tower and right through it, before settling off to the side of another ruined structure. Losing steam, he'd slowly begin to roll down the face of the building, eventually landing in a heap, only to have the female's knee slammed directly into his chest as he rolled onto his back. He'd let out another cry, his bones feeling like they were breaking from this onslaught. It was difficult for him to think this was not reality, everything felt real. Though her hand was small, she'd use it to grip around his massive neck, hoisting the Saiyajin up. He was taller than her, and at full extension of her arm upwards, Kizuki's knees still rested on the ruined ground under them. With one good eye open, he'd whisper faintly to her. "Then.. finish.. it.." gargling the words out, he'd grit his blood stained teeth, gnashing them together as her free arm was reared back, fingers pointed straight with those nails like daggers, ready to rip into his face to deliver the ending blow.
Though it would never come, his wife's body would jerk forward a bit, the grip on his throat was released enough for him to land backwards on his rear end. Looking up, the female's body had been impaled from the back, through her gut, by a plasma blade of sort, the same way it had happened over two thousand years ago on this very planet. Her power had diminished, as she appeared to die on that blade, lying limp onto it. With a cry, Kizuki began to drag himself to his feet, in desperation to to do something, anything though he only found his frustrations growing, to the point where even tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "This.. This isn't fair..!! I'm.. I'm stronger than I was before! I can fix this! I.. I can save us!" He'd jerk his head away from the scene in front of him as he heard the cries of his son, calling out to him, as he also was murdered heartlessly by the soulless Android bastards once again. "Kchh.. Y-You.. You bastards.. I'll.. kill.. you.. I'll.. kill all of you!" As he let out a mighty roar, it appeared that he had truly lost his mind in this world, screaming at the top of his lungs as his power surged violently around him, causing tremors in the ground, faults appearing and splitting the planet apart. Similarly, Walker would be able to see Kizuki's body beginning to stir, his real energy flaring around him now in the form of a bright blue aura, with several overcharged flares of ki popping around his body, looking like bolts of lightning.
As Walker's warning came through to him, Kizuki would bring his hands up to his head in the nightmare world, gripping onto it tightly, growling as if the words themselves were tearing his mind apart. "URUSAI! URUSAI! ("SHUT UP! SHUT! UP!") GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" In this highly enraged state, Kizuki could not make heads or tails of what was going on, he was going into a frenzy. "I.. I have to save them! I have to save all of them! But.. But.. I'm.. I'm dead? Kcchh! I'm DEAD! They.. took my opportunity away. Now.. I'm stuck here! I was promised power! I was promised power beyond my wildest dreams! BUT I WAS KILLED!" His aura would flare larger now, in both "worlds", though Planet Daikondu was now on the brink of complete destruction it appeared. Pieces of the earth began to levitate off the ground and around him.
"Z-Zettai ni.."
("I absolutely..") His hair began to shift in color, fading in between black and golden yellow. His eyes were narrowed, the blacks of them were fading so everything appeared to be white. He was losing control, though he was feeling his power releasing, growing stronger. Throwing his arms down at his side he'd let out another roar, releasing all of his anger, all of his frustrations, all of his POWER.
"ZETTAI NI YURUSENAI!!"
("I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT FORGIVE YOU!")
Veins all over his body exploded from under his skin as his power magnified several times over, Cernunno's elaborate home beginning to crumble from the power output, the mirror Walker was using had spider webbed, cracked and exploded into a million shards, not giving him the view of Kizuki's body. Though in the nightmare world, that aura would shift into a golden color, seemingly coming from the ground upwards to the heavens as his ascension was complete. Lowering his head, his hair had slightly became a bit more extended, even sharper looking, in looks but not by much. The greatest change to it was that golden yellow color. And just like that, the dream world had faded away, as the castle continued to tremble and crumble.
With a gigantic flaring of energy, a huge spike in power would nearly slap Walker in the face. One of the walls of the room he and Cernunnos was in would explode, ushering in the now ascended Kizuki, in his Super Saiyajin state. Though, there was something off about him as the Saiyajin flew into the room, glaring at the two with both arms extended in front of him, his golden aura pulsating around him like fire.
His eyes.  They were devoid of all color, instead of the emerald green orbs that should have been there in this ascended state. Without much of a warning, the berserker Super Saiyajin warrior began to fire off several blasts of ki from both extended palms, filling the room with his energy and destruction. He said nothing during this, just kept his eyes furrowed and his mind full of hate.
He had lost all control. [ SSJ Activated - New Thread PL: 1,200,000 ]
- Kizuki has ascended to a Super Saiyajin!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 8:02:47 GMT
Behind the tree, Cernunnos had managed to quietly stand. He was reaching upwards, his hand headed for the back of the tree's neck, when the wall exploded open, the force throwing the feeble demon off his feet, rolling to the far wall. Walker remained standing, turning to look at the recent addition. It appeared Kizuki had gone Super Saiyan. Naturally, he was completely and utterly berserk.
Sighing, Walker cracked his neck and brought his fists up, wondering why he seemed to keep being involved in Super Saiyan Ascensions. At this rate, he was going to be there when Radasha went Super Saiyan. His own Ki flared, increasing to it's full power, the chains of his Ki Suppression slipping away.
PL Setting: 2255000
Sliding his feet apart, Walker stared at Kizuki. "Just to check, you're not in your right mind, correct?" The incoherent howling answered his question fairly easily, and his eyes narrowed. "Right then. Time to calm you down." He leapt forward, guard held close, then suddenly zig-zagged to the side, spinning and bringing himself in close. This was followed with a quick series of jabs, aimed at Kizuki's stomach, and a rapid Axe Kick to the back if he doubled over as planned.
He didn't want to seriously injure the Saiyan, but he needed to snap him out of this rage before something bad happened. He had seen what happened when Celmaru ascended, and Kizuki was about that level. He didn't want to see what a Planet Buster did to Hell.
(Sorry it's kind of short, but I didn't want to infringe on your next post, since Kizuki popped in at the end of yours.)
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 11, 2016 21:20:51 GMT
Colorless eyes glared forward as his onslaught had ended. The room had been all but destroyed by his Super Saiyajin power, smoke and debris now filled it. Walker, however, would prove to be more resilient than the room itself. Having used his full power, the Bio Android had made his way around Kizuki's attack, allowing for Kizuki to feel the impact of a series of jabs to his gut. Even in his ascended state, Walker's own full power was astonishing. Doubled over, he'd grab his gut with both arms, gasping for air desperately. Quickly, he'd regain some sort of balance in order to fling his body away from the incoming axe kick to his back, forcing Walker's heel to smash into the ground.
Narrowing those eyes into slits once more, the Saiyajin would let out another roar. That golden aura remained around him, flaring up a bit larger now as he attempted to fully shake off Walker's attack. The sheer power of it caused the castle once again to shake and crumble. This power was truly incredible. Without any reason in his mind, he'd rush forward once more. As he got close, he'd let his right and left fists fly forward at a rapid pace, faster than he had ever managed to throw a punch in his entire life. Though, to be fair, Kizuki at the moment was not coherent to just how strong or fast he was now compared to before. At the moment, he was fully engulfed in a fit of blind rage. His arms shooting forth were nothing more than blurred lines, the average being would never be able to keep up with such high paced action!
The problem with this is that his attack left him quite open. With Walker's power and speed, his wrists could easily be restrained, and possibly allow Walker to attempt to talk some sense into him, or use more brute force.
- Short one, sorry. Left it somewhat open to work some more dialogue in. @tokoz |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 11:43:48 GMT
Frowning, Walker moved to one side, circling around the berserk Super Saiyan. Why did this keep happening to him? Still, it wasn't all bad. At least he was of a manageable power level. Bringing his fists up, he kept his guard in place, zig-zagging back and forth. Still, this could get bad. Eyes narrowing, Walker braced himself, then sprang forward, pushing his Ki to allow him to fly as fast as he was able. He began to ricochet around the room, coming at Kizuki from numerous different angles, fists crashing into him repeatedly.
He didn't cease this assault until the Saiyan's wild punches became just a bit TOO wild. His massive hands shot down, grabbing at Kizuki's wrists, and attempting to halt their movement. With a harsh crack, he swung his legs around, bringing them towards the berserk saiyan's head with a quick motion, his body bending more than most would be able to. Hopefully, that would bring him down, but if not, he was prepared to try again. Behind him, Cernunnos shifted slightly, his robes hiding the hand motions he was making. If he could just get that Super Saiyan to distract Walker a bit more...
Sadly, it was not to be. Eyes narrowing, the tree spun suddenly, his arm flickering forward and back. A long, thin stake of wood flew through the air, piercing Cernunnos through the chest. Then, it suddenly splintered, wooden spikes poking out in all directions. The demon gasped, reaching for Walker, as his form began to fall apart. "NO! It can't end like this! I am.. I-" His words were cut off by Walker's quiet tones. "You are a tragedy that has remained unresolved for too long. Nothing more." Turning back, he looked at Kizuki speculatively. "Now... what to do with you, my friend..."
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 13, 2016 2:00:31 GMT
He had found himself being quite over matched by this Bio Android, the Tree Man nearly double his own power and able to fight off Kizuki's attack without much thought. Before long, he'd find his wrists restrained by the tree's massive hands, the Saiyajin growling in anger as he attempted to rip them free. It seemed he was even willing to tear off his own arms to do so. However, thankfully, that would not come to be. Walker had twisted his form in damn near impossible ways, cracking Kizuki upside the head with a stiff kick. That "wooden" foot would impact harshly against his skull, causing Kizuki's eyes to bolt open.
Should Walker had let go of his wrists at the point of impact, Kizuki would slam front first into the ground. The shot was so hard, his body would literally bounce off the ground a few inches before he settled with a thud. At that moment, the golden aura had died out and his bodily changes would revert back to their original form: his hair would go back to black mainly, and the slight paleness of his skin from the blinding aura around him would fade away as well. He was knocked out cold, but would eventually come to, just as Walker was wondering what to do with him. Slowly, he'd get up as his eyelids would open revealing that the color was back in them, those coal, black eyes had returned. Fingers would come up to the side of his head, gripping it over his hair as he let out a flinch. "Kchhh'..!! What the..? Ugh..my head.." He'd shake loose the cobwebs, slowly coming to a stand as he glanced around the ruined room in a bit of confusion, before his eyes falling to Walker, his tail swaying behind him. "Wa-Walker? Is that you? What the hell..? But I was just.." It had hit him just then. Of course, it was all a vision, a work by that Demon. He'd frown deeply, eyes narrowing at the tree. "Where is he?" He stated coldly, obviously talking about Cernunnos. He had no idea that just now Walker had put an end to him. At this point, it was probably unknown to Kizuki that he had ascended to a Super Saiyajin as well.
[ SSJ Deactivated - Thread PL: 100,000 ]
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