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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 2, 2016 4:01:48 GMT
Ever since he had allowed the Galactic Patrol’s members to openly use his gravity chamber, Beryl noticed that many people took advantage of the offer. Almost every day, someone was in the gravity training, steadily working their way up their gravity tolerance. In the span of a week, three individuals in particular – Gnash, Samba, and Belle – were able to reach thirty times normal gravity, an impressive feat no doubt. Beryl knew how difficult gravity training was, how it literally tore the body apart just so that it could rebuilt stronger, faster and tougher than before. For the first two gravity levels, Beryl wanted the Galactic Patrol members to feel them out for themselves. There was an initial learning curve with gravity training, and he didn’t want to pressure any gravity training newbies too hard with intense sparring and such. However, now that the new recruits were starting to get more and more comfortable with increased gravity, he felt that it was time for him to put them through the more intense, hardcore parts of their training regime. In particular, he asked Gnash, Samba and Belle to make their way to the gravity chamber as soon as possible; there was training to get done. “Hey, you three. Hopefully, I’m not ruining any plans you had,” Beryl started, eyeing the three recruits with a pair of earthy-brown hues. Beryl wore one of his typical outfits: a light green long-sleeved shirt, black sweatpants, sneakers and his trademark yellow beanie. “I’ve been keeping logs of all of the training that’s been going on in my gravity chamber. Judging from the logs, all three of you are able to tolerate thirty times normal gravity. I have to say: you’re all making impressive progress, and just think that you haven’t even gotten to the point where the gains really start happening.” That would happen once the three of them managed to reach around one hundred times normal gravity and onward. It was still a ways away, but if the three kept up with their consistent training, they would be able to withstand that level of gravity within a couple of weeks. “Anyways, I wanted you three to get used to the first two levels of gravity before I attempted something like this with you three.” With that, Beryl made his way towards the gravity machine’s computer console embedded in the nearby wall. The good thing about his ship’s gravity chamber was that the gravity machine itself was in a separate, adjacent room, meaning that the actual training room had plenty of room to maneuver, fight and what not. There was no worry about accidentally blowing up the actual gravity machine. “We’re going to spar. However, it’s going to be you three against me,” Beryl explained. “When you three are sent out on operations and missions, you’ll often be paired with another Galactic Patrol member. This will help you three figure out each other’s fighting styles, tendencies, strengths and weaknesses.” Beryl’s fingers started clacking away at the gravity machine’s computer console. “I will say this now: you three can beat me; however, you will have to work together. If you three try to take me on one-on-one, you won’t win.” There was a pause. “Get ready; the gravity simulation’s about to begin.” After pressing a final button, the gravity machine began to whirr to life. Soon, Gnash, Belle and Samba would be able to feel the characteristic pressure of increased gravity on their bodies. It would take them a bit to get used to it; in contrast, Beryl wasn’t affected at all. “If you three manage to beat me, you each get a reward. So, do your best.” With a nod, Beryl casually strolled back towards the center of the room and turned to face the trio. He rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt and rested his hands in his pockets. Gnash and Samba, the ones who could sense Ki, would suddenly feel Beryl's power plummet. However, it was still at an extremely high level – one that would make the three truly wonder if they were capable of besting him. “Whenever you three are ready, make your first move.”PL -- 213,406; Spiritual Insight (x16P): 3,414,496. PL suppressed to 1,000,000. Gnash Samba @hannabelle
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Post by Gnash on Apr 2, 2016 18:22:43 GMT
Ever since joining the Galactic Patrol, an overwhelming wave of opportunities had hit the Namekian. He’d met his very own friend, or well, son, the Majin Zam-Zam. He’d met a plethora of new friends, including one of the strongest people Gnash has met to date, Beryl Roarke. Through these connections he’d been able to forge new bonds and push himself past his current limits. There was only so much training he could accomplish alone before he would be stunted by the lack of experience. That wasn’t a problem with the Galactic Patrol. Beryl had offered his gravity chamber for all of the members to utilize in their training regimes. Gnash was one of the obvious takers, training his tolerance of gravity all the way up to twenty times Earth’s normal occurrence.
That was exactly his activity for the day. The hooded warrior was out with his companion Zam-Zam on a rather productive expedition in search of delectable fruits to take home. Even though Zam-Zam prefered the junk food like cakes and candies and such, and Gnash was always a sucker for meats and vegetables, both of them couldn’t resist fruit. They’d tried an apple for the first time a few days ago, and they’ve craved the juicy sphere-like fruit ever since. While searching through Fukurou Forest for trees that were said to grow these delicacies, they were paged in by their captain, Beryl Roarke. He informed them that today was the day they conquer times thirty gravity, along with a few others.
Gnash had found himself standing before the door to the gravity room, much the same of the last two times he’d entered a chamber specifically designed for training gravity. As usual, he sent Zam-Zam off to the kitchen to snack away on the groceries he’d purchased solely for Zam-Zam and Zam-Zam only. The major load took up almost the entire back room of the kitchen, a fact that Beryl probably would not be too happy about. It was a necessary evil. The amount of food Gnash bought for him would be more than enough to keep him busy while this training session underwent fruition.
Gnash entered the chamber, standing alongside the other two recruits who would be fighting alongside him, or against him, for this session. One he recognized as Belle, the cotton-candy lady he’d met back on Namek. The two had developed a close friendship during their times training together. She was a nice woman, very smart. Very wise. She almost matched Gnash himself in that department. The other was a much taller, upright hairy being with fluffy ears that perched atop their head. It was tall, but definitely not as tall as Gnash himself. The Namek took his place beside this dog-like creature, not paying him any attention as Beryl had started to speak.
“Hello Taichou. You certainly are not ruining any of my plans. I was searching for apples for Zam-Zam and I when you called. I figured training with the best was more important than running around like a chicken with my head cut off.”
The hipster made note of how he had monitored their training within his gravity chamber over the past week or so. Gnash only nodded his emerald cranium in response to Beryl, not wanting to cut him off. Once he dark-skinned earthling turned his back to them and waltzed his way towards the separate room that contained the gravity chamber’s control panels, Gnash immediately turned to his left and held his right hand out towards the Zoanthrope. “Hello, my name is Gnash. I don’t believe we’ve been able to meet yet.” A friendly smile curled upon the edges of Gnash’s lips.
While still inside of the adjacent room, Beryl explained how they would be sparring under thirty times normal gravity today. Gnash assumed that since there were four of them, it would be two one-on-one fights, or possible a two-on-two. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Beryl completely turned the tables on them, saying how it was to be the three of them against only him. He wanted them to get used to working with other members of the Galactic Patrol, as that would be a key component to completing missions assigned to them by the man himself. That made perfect sense, but there was still a problem. The three of them combined still did not match up to Beryl. The man easily surpassed the one million mark in terms of raw power, whereas Gnash, with his new form Ro’Senzai, couldn’t even reach the halfway mark to one million. He was leagues ahead of them. If he was expecting them to fight him at full force, well this would be an extremely lackluster battle.
The lights around the chamber shined to light, Beryl’s voice echoing throughout the entire room notifying the trio that the gravity simulation would commence. With a click of a single button, the room suddenly became heavier. Gnash was immediately slammed down to his knees, unlike both times ten and times twenty, where he wa gradually brought down. His palms were forced against the white-tiled floors as well, being the only means of support he had to keep from face-planting. His elbows wobbled around, knees threatening to buckle at any given moment. With the sudden thrashing motion, Gnash’s hoody had flopped against his back. He grit his pearlescent white fangs together, clenching his hands into fists. This was almost unbearable. When Gnash put thought to climbing the ranks of gravity resistance, he didn’t expect there to be this drastic of a change.
Fortunately, his sensitive ears still functioned properly as Beryl’s voice was the only thing he could hear over the grunting of his teammates. His power level starting to plummet like an avalanche though it halted at a level that still eclipsed each and every one of them. “Alright.. If.. If Taichou thinks we can win.. We can win.” They could win this spar. They just had to dig deep and work together. Gnash looked over towards the other two, beads of sweat formulating across his luscious skin. “H-hey…! If.. If you have another form.. S-something to boost your power.. Use it! T-That is the only way we can win here.” Gnash glanced past the wolf-man to Belle. He was most worried about her, seeing as she was the weakest out of the trio. “I-if we have to, Belle.. We can occupy him! We can-can buy you time to adjust.”
Gnash turned his straining yellow hues back to the floor. He began to summon a white energy around his body, lifting himself to one knee. Rings of pure white ki resonated around his seven-foot eight-inch frame. “Hhhaaaahhhgghhh….. Hyywwaaaaaaggghhhhhh….!” Gnash brought his arms to his hips, fingers curled into the palms of his hands. As the immense amount of energy gathered internally and externally, a border of white ki outlined his entire body. He had activated his Ro’Senzai form, raising his power to its utmost extent. This new boost in strength allowed Gnash to raise himself to his feet almost right away. He stood before the dark-skinned Earthling, finally able to display his new transformation to someone other than Zam-Zam. He stood still, eyes locked onto the earthen globes set back within his Taichou's skull. He was going to wait for the other two, or at least Samba, to get a grip on himself before attacking. Going into this alone was not a wise idea.
[Thread PL: 71,218 -- Ro'Senzai activated: 498,526]
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Post by Samba on Apr 3, 2016 0:02:23 GMT
Samba hummed under his breath as he walked the streets of Satan City, just enjoying the sight and the view before he would come back to Beryl's ship for another session of training inside of the Chamber. So far his stay in the Galatic Patrol has been interesting, to say the least, not to mention that training under one Beryl Roarke had its perks, though he had a feeling that the male sometimes seemed to be mocking him, especially when he came back smelling like hamburgers or greasy food, or when he accidentally left shed fur behind everywhere (though whenever he collected them all in bags and got ready to throw them out they mysteriously disappeared these last couple of days), or when he merely turned a corner and spotted the dark-skinned male he would make sure to smile pleasantly at him and tell him "Good Morning," every time, and when he looked at Beryl's eyes as the dark-skinned male greeted him back he would swear that they seemed to be screaming for some reason.
"Oh, you again." The worker that Samba had come familiar these last couple of weeks stood behind the counter as always, the fake cheerful smile across his face instantly melting into a glare once he saw the large and bulky Zoanthrope taking about half of the doorway with his size alone. "So, what will be your order, Sir?" The male deadpanned, already knowing the answer but still acting like he didn't know Samba's regular order just to be a dick.
Samba didn't let the worker's attitude faze him in the slightest, he merely grinned back at the male, showing rows upon rows of sharp pearly white teeth and replied, his voice deep like thunder. "Indeed, it is me! And you know me order, keep those burgers coming until I'm satisfied!" With a chuckle at the male's disgusted face, knowing that satisfied meant until he almost ate the whole reservoir of meat there was in the freezers in the room at the back of the establishment.
"Right... a hearty few hamburgers coming right up, Sir." The male worker gritted his teeth, his voice filled with poison and yet that fake polite smile stood in place. The male finally turned away and back to the kitchen to tell everyone that the "Beast with a stomach of the Legion" was back once more.
Samba had to stifle his laugh as he heard several pained groans at the back, knowing that because he ordered so much it meant they had to work double time to serve him and any other customer that might come later. He didn't know why they were acting like that, after all, he left quite a large tip, not to mention paid his check when he left instead of just running away like any other scumbag would do in this situation.
Thank God that lady from before hit him up some days ago for another of her interesting jobs, it seemed she was short on workers and thus needed all the help she could get. He knew that he promised himself not to do it again unless it was an emergency, but at the smell of the burgers being cooked from the backroom he merely panted in excitement. "Ah whatever, it was worth it for this!" Samba rubbed his palms and dug in when the first of many plates of burgers was laid in front of him.
By the time he was done the workers were almost ready to throw him out just so they could finally get some peace and quiet for a while, thankfully for them, the large wolf zoan was called back to the spaceship by his boss. Leaving a large tip behind and somewhat mourning the fact that he used all of the hard earned money again he flew up and away back to the Eastern Lands to see what Beryl wanted.
Finally, after taking a quick break to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit the male stood before the doors of the Gravity Chamber, the male making sure that he was fully presentable before finally entering the room without more preamble, the first thing he saw besides Beryl standing in the room and another person that he has never seen before, but quickly pinned her to be a member of the Galactic Patrol. She was smaller, well compared to him almost everyone was smaller by principle alone. She seemed to be around almost five feet if he had to guess, possessing a dainty figure and a swimmer build, but most interesting of all was her blue skin and hot-pink colored hair.
"Hey there!" Samba immediately walked until he stood close to the female, keeping a respectable distance between them to not appear like he was completely looming over her as much as he already was. He smiled friendly at the girl and thrust a hand in her direction, his tail already wagging in excitement behind him. "The name's Samba! I'm a Wolf Zoanthrope and a member of the GP, just like you!" Samba blushed at the rather obvious comment and after the handshake was done he would rub the back of his head in embarrassment. "Sorry, is just that besides Chili and obviously Beryl, I haven't seen any of the other members of the Galactic Patrol, so I'm kind of excited to see what we're gonna do today." Turning toward the male who called him in, he was about to voice his question but stopped when the doors once more opened and left a strange being inside.
It was a being that he had not seen before in all his life, from the general shape it seemed to be a male, and he wore a hood to hide, to possibly his features most likely, or just didn't want anyone to stare at him like he was doing right now. Appalled that he was staring the male tried to be more discreet with his glances. He could see that the male was tall (taller than him in fact!) but wasn't overly muscled or thin, possessing a healthy set of muscles and an athletic build to his frame. The first thing that caught his attention, besides the green coloration and the random patches of pinkish red skin here and there, was the pair of antennae sticking at the top of his head.
Samba was about to introduce himself, but Beryl finally started to speak, and Samba was quick to admonish the male's just as the tall green man was done speaking, "Nah, don't sweat it, boss. I was already done with what I was doing anyway, and since I assume we are about start training, it is just what I needed to get rid of the calories that this game me." The furry male chuckled as he patted his stomach twice to emphasize the fact that he just ate before coming here.
Though at the back of his mind he made a mental note to perhaps ask who this Zam-Zam was, perhaps another member of the GP or just a friendly face that this green being knew?
A bead of sweat trailed at the back of his head when he realized that Beryl had been monitoring their recent progress in the Gravity Chamber, he knew that the male had given him and obviously a few others the chance to use it without owing him anything, but somehow he felt like he was mooching off of the man, considering that he was already living inside of the ship and all and also sometimes stealing from the fridge at the dead of the night when he got hungry.
Though for some reason most of the food he found were sweets and candy, it was awesome the first times but it was starting to make him gain a stomachache if he kept eating them without changing his intake of food.
He watched curiously as Beryl then walked toward the console at the back of the room that controlled the gravity inside of the Chamber they were in, his ears flickered to the side as the green man finally turned toward him and introduced himself, was he waiting for Beryl to be done speaking before making to speak with anyone?
That was certainly respectful, it reminded him of his early days back in his hometown when he trained with his Father and Mother.
He answered the handshake with a firm one of his own, a wild grin stretching across his features. "Hey there Gnash, it's nice to meet you. The name's Samba. I must say it is finally nice to meet the members of the Galactic Patrol besides Chili and Beryl over there." Feeling like he needed to ask before he accidentally made a fool of himself, he carefully breached the subject. "Not to be rude or anything, but may I ask, what are you? I've never seen one of your kinds before in my life. The only other beings that I saw so far were Androids, a strange hellish being and, of course, the Saiyans." At the mention of the Saiyans that he had met thus far the male's lip peeled slightly into a small snarl before he got ahold of himself. "Sorry, the Saiyans I've met so far weren't exactly pleasant." And wasn't that the understatement of the century, almost subconsciously the male held his healed hand and rubbed his thumb across where the half-moon scar was hidden slightly by his dark fur.
Beryl's voice sounded from the back of the room brought him back from his musing, and the male cocked a brow in interest at the male's back. So he was right, after all, they would be sparring against Beryl while under thirty times Earth's normal gravity. The prospect of a 'pack' fighting a stronger opponent brought some memories of slightly happier days for the Wolf Zoan, but he pushed those thought aside as the lights inside the Chamber light up and before he knew what was happening the male found himself crashing down to his knees as the new gravity in the room pressed firmly against his body. This was worse than gravity times ten and twenty from before, the fact that he was using heavyweights also made this much difficult than it should be all things considered.
Samba gritted his teeth as he used his hands to stabilize himself so he wouldn't be completely pressed down to the floor like a facsimile of a furry pancake. He blearily heard Beryl speak amiss the sound of his teammates groaning against the pressure slamming down on them, and his senses immediately noticed the sharp drop of the male's power levels but it was set still to a relatively high level besides their own. And they wanted to spar with him like this?
Well bring it on, the Wolf Zoanthrope always loved a challenge. Green-colored orbs turned toward the green-skinned male and stared at him as he told them to power up to have a chance in this battle. A small grin curled at the corners of the wolf's muzzle and he nodded firmly and spoke slowly since the gravity was still pressing down on him. "Alright... I was about to power up anyway... grrrr this new gravity is really heavy." Samba panted slightly as he searched deep within himself for that core of energy, that small spark that always echoed whenever he used his Ki. As he concentrated of breaking down the dam holding his power back, the male stared down at the floor and peeled his lips back into an impressive snarl.
With a thunderous growl, bluish-white energy started to slip through his body, appearing like flames licking at his skin but causing no damage at all. The energy finally exploded outward and wrapped the male fully in its embrace, and as it did so the male's meager power level rose up quite a bit, enough for him to finally stand up with slightly shaky feet. He would finally use this new power-up, this transformation that he duly, and perhaps a bit ironically, named Uncollared in a spar with another being. Thankfully with someone that he would be able to gauge his new strength with without fearing for his life being on the line... hopefully.
"Woah... this is intense!" Samba said jovially with a quiet chuckle as he finally stood fully upon his six-foot-two-inch frame. It was clear that he was still getting used to the gravity settling down upon him but nothing this spar with Beryl wouldn't settle soon enough. Remembering that Belle was probably going to get a bit more trouble with this he turned toward the female, green eyes looking at her with concern. "Do you feel alright, miss?" Hopefully, she could handle something this strenuous, if she needed time like the green man said he'd let her get used to it as the two of them fought against Beryl for a while.
[Heavy Weights Equipped -- Thread PL: 21817 || Uncollared activated: 65415 || With weights: 16363] -------- [Gravity Training 1/2]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 19:48:14 GMT
Thread PL: 10,900 | Heavy Weights: 2,725 | Gravity: 1/2 -- When she got word that Beryl wanted her back on ths ship for ‘special training,’ her heart skipped a beat and not in the good way. Special training? Still on the recovery from her spar with Kaito in that twenty times gravity session, Belle sighed and turned back in the direction of the ship since it would take a little while to get there. Undoubtedly, she’d make it in time, but just barely. This morning felt like a maelstrom after putting on that charity concert in the park to help raise money for the school, and then that Alex guy asking her all sorts of questions she mostly knew the answers to. Really, she needed to set up a meeting for him and Beryl to meet officially.
When she got there, they all seemed to arrive together which made her feel better. She wasn’t the only one that had been...out. Smiling at the two familiar faces and the one unfamiliar one she waved at Samba and said, “Hey, I’m Belle, good to meet-” She trailed off as he asked his seemingly rude questions. Even if he was addressing Gnash. One of her friends. She still took it personally. Maybe he didn’t intend on offending either of them, but he had, and that grated on her nerves like bone through a wood chipper. So many in the media and public judged her for being what she was, someone created and not born the normal way, but neither was she bred of pure science. Straddling the line between life and machine, she felt apart from all of it a lot of the time, and Samba’s comment only made that hit home more. Aside from the briefest flicker of annoyance in her eyes (not even Belle was that good of an actress to put her mask on so quickly in a room she believed she’d never need it), her face was a pleasant smile, the one she wore in front of all those cameras at award shows and other events. “He's Gnash,” she shrugged, turning back to the group. “Perhaps we’d best focus on this right now...anything else can be discussed later.” Despite the warm smile, her voice held an icy edge to it none present had ever seen before (unless they watched that one movie where she played a bad guy...that was fun).
And then it was back to the business of listening to the boss man and taking mental notes which, for a bio android, held a whole new meaning sometimes. The three of them...against Beryl? Belle had the distinctly ominous feeling that tall, dark, stoic and handsome was about to steamroll all of them despite being told they had the chance to win. Gnash’s words only made the pit in her stomach grow. Other forms? Belle didn’t even know what he was talking about anymore, not from personal experience. Having heard of people having multiple forms, she always envied their abilities - and then she saw it in person for the first time that day.
“Right…” she breathed more than spoke in response to Gnash saying they could buy her time. And then the gravity increased all at once and Belle fell flat on her ass, struggling not to crumple down to the floor entirely. Damn, this was way worse than last time. At the question from Samba she just glared and said "I'm fine."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 4, 2016 17:05:20 GMT
While Beryl busied himself with getting the gravity chamber up and running, it gave Gnash, Samba and Belle time to get acquainted with one another. Gnash said that he was looking for apples for himself and his Majin buddy, and Beryl couldn’t help but give the Namekian a side-eye. Ever since Gnash brought his fat ass pink blob of a friend, Zam-Zam, along, Zam-Zam was constantly cleaning out Beryl’s entire fridge and pantry day in and day out. Now, Beryl wasn’t one to get angry quickly, but if Zam-Zam continued to eat up all of Beryl’s food, the Majin was going to find himself punched to another planet. Beryl thought Samba’s bottomless stomach was bad enough, but somehow, Zam-Zam was showing Samba what it really meant to look into a refrigerator and literally find nothing to eat. Speaking of Samba, the Zoanthrope thought it would be a grand idea to go eat a thousand burgers (which probably wasn’t even an exaggeration considering how much that damn wolf could eat) before doing an intense training session under increased gravity. Beryl wasted no time in giving Samba an unamused look – one that basically said, “You’re a damn buffoon.” Belle was the only one of the trio who didn’t get a side-eye or a look that displayed just how done Beryl was. Even though the bio-android did shank him with a microphone-sword, she at least apologized and even helped patch Beryl up. That was all Beryl could ask from her, but also of the three present recruits, Belle was the weakest. Beryl made a mental note of that; he would probably have to give Belle’s training more attention if she continued to lag behind the other Galactic Patrol members. The increased gravity came down hard on the three unsuspecting recruits. All three of them were forced down to the ground – the sudden change in gravity pushing them down to the gravity chamber’s padded flooring. Beryl observed in silence as both Gnash and Samba tapped into their power reserves. Both males’ power levels shot upward, enough for Beryl to widen his eyes in surprise. “Gnash has gotten that strong that quickly?! Amazing,” Beryl pondered, dark-brown hues fixated on the Namekian warrior. “Even Samba’s managed to find out how to use his hidden power at will? And I didn’t even have to show him! What about—“ Beryl’s eyes darted towards Belle. The singer was sitting down on the ground – fervently working against the gravity pushing down against her. Unlike her two teammates, Belle’s power remained the same; there wasn’t any noticeable change to it. That alone could explain why she was having more trouble adjusting to the increased gravity than Gnash or Samba. “At this rate, Gnash and Samba are going to catch up with Core, and then those three are going to eventually pass me up. I wonder how Kaito’s doing … Knowing him, he’s probably right up there with Gnash.”Feeling that the group had enough time to figure out a game plan, Beryl took a single, foreboding step forward. Unlike the three recruits, he wasn’t affected by the gravity at all. After a short, brief pause, Beryl suddenly darted forward. However, to the three, it’d look like he literally teleported from his previous position to directly in front of them. Beryl zeroed in on Gnash and Samba, hands flying as he launched a flurry of punches and palm strikes aimed at various parts of the two fighters’ bodies. Even with his suppressed power level, he knew that he could seriously injure or even kill the three recruits if he wasn’t careful. So, he took off a lot of power from his punches and palm strikes; they would still hurt if they connected, but they definitely wouldn’t be crippling or bone-breaking. He switched between the two targets seamlessly, and he was ultimately trying to get them to get into a high-speed, fist fight with him. However, as Gnash and Samba probably knew, close combat was Beryl’s specialty, and trying to beat him using strictly physical attacks was frankly suicidal. Since Belle wasn’t able to get up, Beryl didn’t attack her just yet. “Let’s see how you three do.”Gnash Samba @hannabelle
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Post by Gnash on Apr 4, 2016 19:24:43 GMT
Once Belle’s soft confirmation hit Gnash’s ears, he completely disregarded the cotton-candy lady. He had enough faith in her to trust that she would get herself moving and into the game. Gnash and Samba just had to hold off the monster before them. Beryl’s power level exceeded the trio’s power level combined, even with him suppressing himself, and them tapping into the power reserves stored within their bodies. The wolf Zoanthrope besides him proved to be no push-over when it came to raw energy levels. He too seemed to have a different form hidden within his body, one that allowed him to seemingly multiply his power, much like that of Gnash’s two forms.
“Alright.. I already know that we can’t win a pure hand-to-hand contest with Taichou, that is a fact.. His skills are off the charts. We wouldn’t even be able to do anything if he lowered his power levels further to match ours. If we make this an all out energy-exchanging battle, then we’ll deplete our reserves much quicker, and we’ll be put right into the ground.” Gnash gathered his thoughts, allowing his cape to billow out behind him due to the release of energy from both Samba and himself. x30 Gravity felt like nothing with Ro’Senzai activated. He decided to put his thoughts into words and express his plan to the two beside him; “I’m sure we’re all well aware of what Taichou can accomplish in hand-to-hand combat.. If that is all we’re going for, we’ve already lost the fight. Energy-based attacks are our best route.. But if we expend all of our ki on them, this spar will end in the same result. We have to find a healthy balance between the two, or we’re not going to succeed.”
As soon as Gnash’s lips closed and he geared up to set forth and begin this battle with his Taichou, the dark-skinned hipster appeared right in front of both Samba and Gnash. He wasted no time in showing the duo that this spar was to be no joke. It wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. If they wanted to win, they were going to have to dig deep down. He demonstrated this by bombarding them with a flurry of precise punches and open-palmed strikes. It seemed like the left hand was aimed right for Gnash, while the right planned on taking care of Samba. He’d performed a move similar to this back on New Namek when giving Gnash his combat test. His strikes felt like miniature meteors crashing into every fiber of your being, ripping you apart from the inside out.
Gnash managed to bring both of his arms up and parry several of the blows aimed for his chest and abdomen. Like the beast Taichou was, he slipped one of his punches past the Namekian’s defenses and pistoned his fist right into Gnash’s sternum. The impact rippled his emerald skin, even caused his jaw to drop as the air was seemingly stripped from his lungs. With the speed of a torpedo, Gnash was sent flying back into the wall of the chamber, his back slamming against it with such force that the entire room shook.
“Gnggh…!”… An audible grunt escaped his lips as he was sent plummeting towards the floor, yellow eyes held shut in response to the pain that resonated throughout his entire body. “His punches are even tougher than before… Damn you, Taichou. You just don’t stop growing!” Before he could hit the ground face-first, Gnash summoned a shawl of white energy, stopping him in mid-air. He glanced to to see what Samba was doing, praying to Kami that he’d held off much more efficiently than Gnash did. The Namek pushed himself off to the right, flying up into the air above the trio. He held his palms out before him, firing off a round of six yellow ki-spheres, all of them spiraling through the air in formation towards Beryl. After the barrage was sent, Gnash flickered his way down to the ground, only this time behind Beryl. Assuming that the ki blasts were still soaring towards his target, be blasted off one more towards Beryl’s back. If Samba was able to keep him busy in that one spot, then Beryl would have been closed in on all sides but his right, forcing him to evade if he didn’t want to get hit. He’d have to run right into Gnash.
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Post by Samba on Apr 6, 2016 1:35:50 GMT
It seemed that Samba had stuck his foot in his mouth without even knowing how the icy tone on the blue-skinned lady made him look confused and slightly hurt considering he didn't know what would warrant such a thing. He had just expressed a healthy amount of curiosity when he asked about the green man -Gnash- origins, was that so bad? He knew that it was perhaps a rude question to make, but Core hadn't reacted that way, in fact, the Arcosian kindly answered his questions without looking annoyed at all.
The male Zoan then wanted to bash his head against the nearest metal wall, he had forgotten that Core was just a child, and easily likable if you didn't press his buttons (like a certain idiotic male had done in the past), so the reaction of a child compared to that of an adult were astronomically different, really Samba just wanted to dig deep into the ground and hide for a hundred years to escape the embarrassment.
He had felt a slight feeling of annoyance when the green— Gnash ignored his questions, but considering the giant threat that loomed near the male let it slide, for now, they had biggest fishes to fry after all, and like Belle said they could discuss stuff later...
Hopefully, without any sort of argument going on, he'd like to fight with his teammates on the very first day that he met them.
Samba then finally concentrated on the here and now, the tall furred being taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he let the power cover his body and wash over his veins, making him feel alive and excited at the chance of a battle. His thoughts, if he had the ability to mind read anyway, were around the same wavelength as Gnash. They were dealing with a true Goliath here, and they were the David of this particular storyline, they needed to work together and make a plan if they wanted to even have a sliver of a chance to hurt the man, let alone beat him all things considered.
It seemed like Gnash already had a plan set in mind, and the Zoan side-eyed the green-skinned male before nodding his head. "Agreed, Beryl's weakness is that he cannot produce Ki outwardly, we need to use that to our advantage somehow." Just as he was done speaking the dark-skinned male finally deemed them to have enough of a warmup with the gravity and with merely a few steps (which in reality in seemed that he had quickly vanished and appeared from Samba's perspective) the human was already deep withing his and Gnash's guards, a myriad of punches suddenly flying in their direction at a speed that far exceeded their own at Beryl's current level.
Samba was oh so grateful that he had managed to unlock this new power of his, otherwise he might not even get a fighting chance at all in this fight. As it was Samba had to use both arms and drive his body to the utmost limits to even get a sliver of a chance to protect his vitals from Beryl's punches. The Zoan's speed was phenomenal, even while using weights, and that is what helped him survive just a bit longer than Gnash, but the end result had been the same when one of Beryl's punches slipped from his guard and hit him squarely on the chest, his bigger bulk taking most of the concusive force of the blow, but it still made a repeat performance of what Gnash felt just now.
Feeling like all the air was stolen from his body with just that one punch, the male's feet left the ground as he sailed backward towards the wall like a bullet, the only reason the male didn't crash against it and possibly rang the whole room like a church bell was because at the last moment he righted his body, got ready for imminent impact and bended his knees to absorb most of the shock of the blow. The room still shook slightly when his feet made contact, and he had to use one hand to arrest his movement so he didn't bang his head against the wall when he landed on it at such a speed.
"Ugh, right!" Samba shook his head to get rid of the cobwebs and looked at the battlefield in front of him. It seemed that has he kept Beryl busy the green-skinned male had created a plan of his own, he could observe many Ki spheres floating around Beryl's position, and Gnash was busy shooting Beryl's back with another Ki Sphere of his to perhaps keep him busy. But that still left Beryl's front wide open for him to dodge those attack's if the male didn't head right for Gnash instead.
"Taking one for the team I'd say." Samba winced since that would mean heading right back into the mouth of the lion and hope that it didn't bring its fangs crashing down over your head. Nevertheless, the male jumped back into the fray by holding his palms out, facing Beryl, and fired off a small barrage of bluish-white spheres of energy to keep the dark-skinned man busy as Gnash pulled his plan into motion.
Once he was done he started to charge a large ball of Ki, it floated above his extended palm and grew it size as time wore on. It might not be enough to even scratch Beryl but it would perhaps make him looked away from Gnash for a moment, that was all he needed to do. Technique used: [UP2]Full Moon Cannon charged at 66% ---> 132% next turn.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 17:16:34 GMT
Gnash’s apparent faith in her felt refreshing and she would have smiled if they’d had the time for such pleasantries, it certainly would have gone a long way to soften her mood in other circumstances but now she channeled her anger towards the wolf man to push herself onward. Her hands found the floor by her head and pushed up into the bridge position she used in Yoga. This wasn’t any different, not really, she just had to make it work. And with an extra push of strength she sprung up onto her feet. For just a moment she felt the disorientation of adjusting to the gravity, and while she still didn’t feel like she could move at her normal speed yet, she didn’t need to. Hanging back a little, she took a few deep, steadying breaths, finding her center in this new, artificial setting. It was interesting watching the other two fight against Beryl, and her eyes widened in surprise as the man himself seemed to bury them in blows too quick for her to follow. Gnash didn’t last too long, thrown back against the wall with a crash, leaving Samba to fend for himself against Beryl’s onslaught. Despite this show of immense, physical power on Beryl’s part, Belle still got the feeling he was holding back and not actually trying to hurt them. At least Samba seemed to hold his own enough he didn’t join Gnash as another fly on the wall, Beryl seemed to swat him away as easily as one, anyway. It seemed she thought that too soon as Samba, too, went flying but instead of crashing like Gnash, he managed to brace himself for the impact. The whole room seemed to shake at both all the same and Belle scrambled to keep the footing she just managed to gain. Recalling the last time she fought Beryl, and with the added bonus of having both Ghash and Samba there, Belle moved into melee to help buy Samba a bit more time in the ring, as it were. Hopefully it would buy Gnash some time from his ranged vantage point as well, two people to fight would be harder on Beryl than one while Gnash did the heavy lifting. He did gain some points with his style by taking one for the team and being able to more or less handle it, for now, in Belle’s book. Then again, she could respect him as a fighter and not like him as a person, only time would tell which would win in the end. And then Samba left to go charge his own attack and Belle looked up at Beryl, throwing an elbow hard at his solar plexus. She needed to buy the boys more time and Belle split in two. Each would attempt to strike Beryl from different angles and flank their leader. She would take one for the team, now, and distract the master as the students attempted to win for once. Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 8, 2016 3:07:55 GMT
Gnash, Samba and Belle had the right idea. They could manipulate ki freely – both internally and externally. Beryl couldn’t produce ki externally, and his internal control was shaky at best. That meant the three had to find a healthy mix between hand-to-hand combat and energy techniques if they wanted to beat Beryl. However, the real issue was: could the three survive in a close-combat bout with a physical combat master? Gnash and Samba got clobbered. The two giants slammed into opposite ends of the room, the entire gravity chamber from both their massive weights (yes, Gnash and Samba weighed a lot) and the force of Beryl’s blows. Belle finally got used to the increased gravity as Beryl predicted, she split in two and charged. While she busied herself with that, both Gnash and Samba unleashed ki sphere barrages at Beryl, aiming to keep him pinned. Even with everything that was going on, Beryl kept track of everything perfectly. His arms moved like greased lightning, and in the span of a second or two, all of the ki blasts were destroyed with well-placed, powerful punches. Even amongst the flurry, Beryl managed to expertly sneak in blows for both Belles, aiming to smack them right in the chest with a palm strike before they could even get their own individual attacks off. For Gnash, as soon as he appeared, a fist was already en route for his muscled stomach, forceful enough to temporarily stun Gnash but not too seriously hurt him. However – for both Gnash and Belle – both strikes would be extremely painful if they connected, even if the physical damage itself was minimal. “These three are handling this the wrong way,” Beryl thought, still very aware that Samba was preparing a technique out of immediate range. “They need to constantly dip in and out of striking range. If they stay too close to me for too long, they give me too much time to hit them.” Beryl didn’t tell Gnash, Samba and Belle that just yet; he wanted to see if they could figure it out on their own. Abusing their amazing ki manipulation abilities was part of the formula, yes, but – They had to realize that Beryl had become this powerful from using strict, physical combat. TECHS USEDBreakdown [UT2] When Beryl strikes someone, he does more than just physical damage. Some say that he strikes your very psyche and spirit – that for every strike that lands, a piece of your life essence is forcefully stripped from your body. Whatever the case, Beryl’s physical strikes produce excruciating amounts of pain that can definitely screw with a person’s mind and their will to fight. Gnash Samba @hannabelle
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Post by Gnash on Apr 8, 2016 4:50:27 GMT
Gnash’s eyes narrowed in on Belle, who’d split herself in two to face Taichou. Having been thrown off course by both Gnash and Samba’s diversion tactics, it was left up to the Bio-Android, who’d only moments before been struggling to keep up with this level of gravity, to hold this monstrous combat-force off. Samba and Belle fought exceptionally well, and they were both on their A-game today. They were both on point and did not skip a beat. Samba had held up in the battle against Beryl much longer than he did, though he ultimately suffered the same fate. Belle managed to hold her own, though Gnash suspected that due to her weaker power level, Beryl had suppressed his power level even more.
Even so, he didn’t make it easy for the cotton-candy lady. She was still given a barrage of punches and chops and backhands to defend against, albeit at a slower pace. This gave the Namekian the opening he was looking for. Like a viper, he slithered up behind Taichou while he was occupied with the two Belle’s, cranking his right fist back in preparation for a massive strike. Beryl had his number. Of course he did, he was a master of hand-to-hand combat, not to mention the god-like reflexes he possessed. He was ready with a well-placed fist aimed straight for his vascular abdomen.
With the grace of a swan, Gnash shifted his hip to the right, narrowly avoided the devastating punch that would have likely put him out of commission. He glanced over towards Belle for a moment, knowing for a fact that she wouldn’t hold out. She’d split her power level in half just to fight Taichou in his own element. He had to create another opening, or at the very least, distract him. After dodging the strike, Gnash pushed himself into the air, tilting his head and upper-torso backwards while bringing his legs with him. He stretched his arms out, placing the palms of his hands against the floor once he came within range of the white tiles. He performed an impressive backflip that he repeated several times over. Gnash landed about ten feet to Beryl’s right, feet skidding across the floor.
“He is an extremely difficult opponent, even with us three on him at once. I thought for sure that my diversion would create a large enough opening for either Belle or Samba to strike.. I guess they attempted so. He just doesn’t allow them to. Alright Taichou.. I think I am going to have to hit you with a sense of what you Earthlings call dejavu.”
Gnash spread his legs shoulder length apart, bringing both of his arms down to his sides. His pearly whites smashed together to brace for the intense amount of emerald green energy buzzing around in the center of his palms. If Beryl noticed him, he’d surely remember this stance and colored energy to belong to Gnash’s Apex Rifle, a technique he utilized during his initiation spar.
“Gg-gghh… Belle, move!” Two spheres of lime-green ki circulated in the palms of his hands, similarly colored bolts of electricity cracking at the air around his hands. “Aaaaaaagghhhh!” With a triumphant bellow, Gnash thrust his arms forward, combining both of the ki spheres into one vibrant beam of energy that spiraled towards Beryl, and Belle if she didn’t move. “Apex Rifle!!”
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Post by Samba on Apr 10, 2016 0:26:26 GMT
There was the sound of teeth gritting harshly against one another as Samba watched impotently as his teammates got clobbered over there while he was doing nothing to help them. He was currently busy at charging this technique (which he was sure would meet the same end as Gnash's energy spheres barrage from early but the wolf was still holding on hope) and trying to spot the best chance to fling it at Beryl to cause the most damage possible.
'God dammit, he's just too strong. Those hits from early, it was like a mountain was walking all over me, telling me to surrender to its might and stop trying to fight against the inevitable. Is Beryl even human? Could a human have legitimately become that strong, while unable to use their Ki?' The Zoan shook his head to shake the thought of his head, no time to wonder about stuff like that when a looming presence breathed down your neck.
He was lucky that Beryl left him even get a chance to charge his technique, he wasn't a fool, he knew that Beryl was keeping tabs on him while he dealt with Belle and Gnash. At least, Gnash seemed to fair much better than before, dodging that attack with the grace that belied his height, performing impressive backflips to gain some breathing room before the green being charged his own technique. And the Wolf Zoanthrope had to admit that the power that the male possessed was really something else if he was the one fighting Gnash just now he'd want to get hit by that attack anytime soon.
But, what about Belle? Did she dodge Beryl's mighty attacks in time or will she lay on the floor and gasping for breath? If she couldn't dodge the sickly green energy beam in time it might spell deep trouble for her. Without thinking the male quickly flew off and grabbed Belle's middle to get her out of the way of the attack in the case that she couldn't dodge in time while also flinging his Full Moon Cannon right at Beryl's front.
But if Belle turned out that she could look after herself just fine, Samba would make sure she was well away from the blast radius before throwing his Full Moon Cannon right at Beryl, aiming so that he was attacked from behind and in front. And just in case, the male thrust his arms forward, shooting forth a myriad of energy spheres to keep Beryl busy in the case he made a move to dodge.
Or just, you know. Break the two energy attack like it was nothing.
... Oh, boy were they over their head with this one. Technique used: Full Moon Cannon charged at 132% flung at Beryl.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 17:05:38 GMT
Facing off against Beryl, it was hard to concentrate on anything but their attacks. Watching the way his body moved as he dodged her attacks and managed to knock out the ki blasts made her wonder yet again what she was even doing here - what he saw in her to let her join in the first place. Gnash had improved since she last saw him and Samba? Samba, while she’d never met him, also vastly outweighed her in multiple departments. She didn’t really fit in with this group. The realization might have put others down, and while it didn’t help her ego much, a fierce determination crept back in to prove herself worthy of the badge Beryl had entrusted with her.
As those hands flew, one of the Belle’s got knocked right in the chest and went flying while the other ducked down and wound back for a punch to Beryl’s gut to try and wind him as Gnash went in for a strike. And then Gnash managed to dodge and yelled at her to get back. Those green eyes widened in surprise and Belle jumped out of the way as he sent his attack toward Beryl. Hitting the floor hard, Belle rolled with it, springing right back up and readying herself to get back in the game and managed to merge with the clone. They all three were new and bound to make mistakes, but this - this was way over their pay grade. Rolling her shoulders, she watched as both Gnash and Samba hit Beryl with crazy Ki moves and she began to charge her own while Beryl was distracted with the boys. -- Sorry for short post Charging UP2
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Post by Samba on Apr 14, 2016 18:15:41 GMT
Ending this thread because two of the users had lost their muse for this.
Samba: PL with Heavyweights on.
Belle: Zeni with 5% bonus. Heavyweights on.
Gnash: PL.
Beryl: Up to him to decide later.
We're using the Dojo for this, so that's 80% bonus with four members.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Apr 16, 2016 6:45:48 GMT
Beryl: He's going with PL. 4672 power level! 252,005 > 256,667
Gnash: 6038 power level! 109,407 > 115,445
Samba: Largest gain this thread with a whopping 10,311! From here on, those weights are going to be half as effective. 78,806 > 89,117!
Belle: 1720 zeni! 4113 > 5833
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