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Post by Alaistair on Jun 17, 2016 6:00:44 GMT
( Zerori , here's that thread I was looking to do earlier! This thread's also open to anyone else that's in HFIL, at the moment! If possible, I'd like to keep this thread moving as soon as possible, so we'll be giving a 3 day period for each person to go.) Not far from the Blood Pond, amidst the squeaky chatter and continuous splash of the fountain, there was a new sound in the air. Rustling footsteps in the gardens, along with a whistling noise, had been in the air! In one of these Gardens, none other than the red skinned Devil danced, in almost ritualistic fashion, with his longsword, King's Wrath. This was a new development for him. With newfound knowledge gained, concerning how to escape this realm, Alaistair had finally taken to dedicating himself to some training, so he'd be better prepared for when he returned to the living realm! He'd taken all of his clothing, but his pants, off his person, exposing the years of damage this realm had caused him, on top of the sleek muscle frame Alaistair had. Alaistair had been at this for about an hour, beads of sweating forming on his hairless skin. His heart was racing, as he slammed his foot forward, and, with both hands on the porcelain-like handle, swung the blade from right to left. King's Wrath sung as he quickly spun blade around his head and came back down with an opposing cross slash, not stepping forward. Rather, he'd bring the blade back up, while retreating 2 steps, as though he were parrying an incoming strike directed at his head, to open up his 'opponent' to a quick, singled handed, horizontal cut that was level to Alaistair's lower rib cage. He stepped in with the blade ready to strike, but before he could follow up, he quickly spun around! It was as though he felt an attack coming from his back side and was preparing to counter the blow..! He ducked down, using his free hand to slam his '2nd opponent's' balance off by shattering the elbow. Granted, with no actual person there, he ended up picking the air up, creating a noticeable breeze for any near by. After the strike, he lunged in with the blade, body outstretched as he rushed through the garden isle a few feet, noticeable drag marks made by his feet. He yanked the blade out of 'his opponent' before twisting the handle so that he was back handing it, and lashed behind him with it! Unfortunate for him, he had it in a way where King's Wrath was catching too much air. "Woah, shi-"What happened was that, because of the way the blade was, it shot down at an angle that Alaistair didn't intend and it got very close to his bare right foot! Thankfully, it dug into the ground an inch away, but he was a bit angry at himself. He knew how to properly perform the maneuver, but for whatever reason, he nearly cut himself with his own sword... Made out of his own damn energy! "Ah," he let out, growling a bit, before commanding half heartedly, "Dismiss, my Wrath..."The sword disintegrated from his hands, as he straightened out and put his hands on his hips. With his eyes closed, the Devil moved his head around, attempting to loosen some tight muscles and nerves. That, he'd do, but with loud cracking, and him buckling over, grabbing the back of his neck as he groaned, "Gah, damn it! Son of a... AH!"(Thread PL: 84,573) |
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Post by Zerori on Jun 30, 2016 0:37:15 GMT
Thread PL: 325,441“Damn, someone killed you? Don’t tell me. It was my fault, wasn’t it?” Off to Alaistair’s right, perched atop the sharp surfaces of the small needle hill, broken and in disrepair from some sort of scuffle or destruction, would be a familiar young saiyaness. Clad in only the red high top and blue spandex pants, boots to keep her feet from getting skewered upon the sharp points, Zerori would tilt her head to the side with a slight smirk on her face. At first, she was just surprised to see him down in Hell at all – Demon or not – but now… remembering that she’d received something of a missive from him a time after their work was completed on Earth it didn’t elicit a bit of guilt inside of her. And to think… Vegeta hadn’t been half bad, either. “So… was it?” She repeated, uncertain that her little impromptu didn’t make him speechless. “If I’d known you would have died… I might have tried to tag along,” Standing up from her crouched posture, she’d lean forward before leaping off and landing just a few feet from him. Looking back up, the hybrid placed a hand on her hip while the other reached forward in offer up to his hand. “We’re, uh… we’re cool, right?” In her wildest dreams, maybe. In her search for this Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Zerori had been enjoying the liberation of her new found body. What would surprise her, however, was to find her once ever-intriguing client in Hell with her. Alaistair wasn’t just some one-and-done client, so it was easy to imply that their working history had become just that – History. However, with knowledge that there might have been a way out of here, Zerori thought to herself… maybe make amends, have a few drinks and get him a ticket back to the living world and they’d be tight again. If not… well, she’d have plenty of time to either make it up to him or kiss their future plans goodbye. Alaistair
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Post by Kizuki on Jun 30, 2016 4:08:23 GMT
[ Invading this thread with permission! ] [ Thread PL: 127,512 ]
The Saiyajin male had found himself in the area of The Blood Pond often, at this point he had situated himself upon the top of one of the tallest trees in the area, perched upon a sturdy branch and simply overlooking the area before him. If his arms weren't crossed over his chest, it would be a cold day in Hell, and considering the temperature around The Blood Pond it was safe to say those tree-trunk like arms were crossed against his chest. Body garbed in the grey dogi he had taken to wearing while in hell, untucked into his pants, but held together by an orange obi, thick knotted near his left hip. Truth be told, he had known Alaistair was in the area, feeling his ki fluctuating and moving rapidly. Perhaps he was training. Perhaps he would join him? It was certainly better than standing up in this tree, meditating. The light breeze that blew against him ruffled those dark colored leaves, as well as the two, thick bangs that hung across his forehead, though those crown-like spikes of thick, black hair barely moved. With little effort, blue and black boots would leave the surface of the thick, tree branch via the use of his ki before his body was surrounded by an aura of blue color and the Saiyajin would rocket off towards where Alaistair's ki felt strongest. However, there seemed to be another one there. Someone stronger than the both of them. Was it Xylo, wearing his weighted gear again? No. This ki felt different, and less malicious than his Namekian cohort. As the male picked up speed, he'd arrive just as the female had made her presence known to Alaistair. Kizuki's ki would disperse around his body in an instant, as both booted feet made light impact with the ground, tail gently swaying behind him. "He wasn't supposed to die. None of us were. Things don't entirely always go the way you plan them, though." His voice was deep, and a bit monotone in nature with no real emotion behind it, though one would naturally just assume he was upset given the scrunched up, frowning expression on his face that he had. It was an expression he had almost always. If he could he would've even "Hmph"ed at her out of a bit of agitation. Coal, black eyes locked on the female, eyes slightly narrowed. It wasn't an overly aggressive look, it was just his nature. A proper introduction? This was his idea of one, forget the need for exchanging names. Brute. Once again, his arms crossed against his chest, rather tightly at that. Perhaps she was supposed to join them on Namek? Given her power at the moment, she might have been able to balance out the fight, that was if she was this strong back then. Mayze had given them all a run for their money, and easily handed himself, Alaistair, Koramund, and even Xylo their tickets to Hell without so much as breaking a sweat. The power of a Super Saiyajin. And to think, as it stood right now, Kizuki would be able to keep up with Mayze in the very least, while Xylo's power would be able to literally vaporize Mayze into nothing.
Alaistair , let's put this thread somewhere in between our big fight thread and our current 1 on 1 thread just to get a base for the timeline! |
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 1, 2016 1:23:11 GMT
Alaistair put both of his hands at his sides, letting them dangle as he rolled his head around, to loosen and relax his neck muscles. The muscles attaching to his shoulders, right where they met the base of the neck, felt extremely tight! He definitely needed to make them loose once more, or else he'd be going back like an old crone of an individual! Kizuki felt near by, probably trying to train on his own lightly since their last get-together. Alaistair felt the same sentiments, especially with how his body was feeling! Then there was something else... One that addressed him, in a feminine voice Alaistair knew. He stopped his head rolling, looking partly up at the sky as he wondered out loud, "Did I pull something so badly I'm hearing something or-"He turned over to the right with a hand on his neck, head still tilted as he looked over to see if the voice had its source or not... It most certainly did! Zerori, that half breed he commissioned for business involving some work when they were still alive, approached Alaistair and was asking if they were cool, after stating a belief being her fault for his death. Before he could even register it, Kizuki came over, overheard the statement, and replied with monotonous emotion about none of them expecting die and plans not going sound. Alaistair needed a moment to register this. He held up his finger, motioning with his lips, but not saying, "Hang on," before resuming his previous motion. He twirled his head a few times, clockwise, grimacing every time he got to '4-o'clock'. Every time, though, Alaistair's neck eased up, eventually letting him keep his neck straight. With a relieving gasp, he opened his eyes, partly standing there silently for the next few seconds. "... Zerori! Good to see you again," Alaistair finally replied, shouting the statement loudly as he quickly shuck her hand. Last he remembered, she was about where Alaistair's current power stood! The difference in strength seemed to have not changed at all, which made him laugh at the irony. He gestured to his side at the saiyan, introducing, "The frustrated man here is Kizuki, and he is quite- Ow- correct! We really couldn't expect you to have arrived at Namek without having messaged you beforehand! Which, to be honest, I don't think I properly did when I messaged you the first time around. It's been quite some time..."In mid sentenced, he'd looked at Kizuki as he gestured to him, before looking back to the saiyaness demon, and accidentally turned his neck to the point it was hurting, which honestly looked normal to the two! "But, bygones being bygones, how did you end up dying here? Last I saw you, you were on Earth, flying away with one of the antiques from my office in the Loft after the bout at the factory!"( Zerori, your turn!) |
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Post by Zerori on Jul 2, 2016 5:58:26 GMT
Hand still extended, Zerori could almost feel the passive aggressive response as Alaistair stretched his neck to wring out the kinks his training wrought. From her perspective, and admittedly lack of sword knowledge, he didn't seem like he was much difficulty until the end. It was when the sound of boots upon the ground caught her notice that she dropped the amicable smile and looked over.
Who shit in his clothes this morning? She mused dryly, thinking that he well and truly was knocking on her for not being there. However, it was more likely that he was just a stick-up-the-ass typical macho saiyan male. He doesn't look half bad, either. She'd keep that part to herself.
Having her hand shook suddenly, Zerori flinched before trying to force a smile. He was… Just as cheerful as ever. She released his hand to place it on her hip, “Well, I can tell you,” She scoffed in the form of a laugh, “-that's a real load off my conscience. And I am sorry for giving you lip in that message you sent me. It may not have been official but I am not the sort to traverse where the risks outweigh the pay. You’re, uh… ambitious, to put it lightly.” To emphasize, she raised her eye brows briefly before turning back to introduced hard-ass – to which she identified endearingly, “Kizuki, huh? Well, pleasantries aside, this is one of my more entertaining introductions!” Tossing him a wink, just to be wiley, she'd answer to Alaistair.
“Without going into too many details, which I know you want (be patient), I was looking for a man whom I thought dead and found him… alive, or a facsimile of such, and one thing led to another. He was angry at me for betraying him,” She paused in her animated explanation, naming off events on her fingers to point at him briefly, “-more on that later. Something in me changed and the next thing I knew…” How would explain this part without sounding like a helpless wench? “I… I sorta, just…” She threw her hands in the air, giving up. “I lost. He killed me and I just accepted it as sweet, poetic justice.” If these two were other people she likely would have expanded on the more ‘dirtier' details…
But they weren't.
And this was a business-only explanation.
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 2, 2016 16:30:37 GMT
Frustrated?! How rude. He was perfectly fine! Though, to Alaistair's credit, Kizuki did appear to be quite angry at the moment, and his tone was always this condescending. He stood there, though, and made no retort back right away. Her name was Saiyajin in nature, though it barely mattered to him. Instead, he let the two talk as much as they needed to, mostly the female who apologized to Alaistair. Apparently, the Demon did contact her but she was unable to join them on the slaughterfest that was Planet Namek. The abomination of a mission, thwarted by Mayze and the SSE. Alaistair was fine to let things go, as it stood, Kizuki could see why. She was strong. As Zerori had turned to look back at him, Kizuki's eyes would still be locked on her, furrowed brow and all. That offered wink nearly made his tail scrunch up, and his only response back was a quick shift of his head to the left, to look away, his arms locking even tighter across his chest, and a bit of a faint redness on his upper cheeks. He'd visibly gnash his teeth together, and only responded back with, "Tch.." and remained quiet.
He remained so through the rest of her story, that blush eventually fading away as she noted the manner in which she was killed. Given the power she had, and her name, Kizuki figured she had to have been some sort of.. Super Saiyajin.. wasn't she? He brought his vision back to her, as opposed to the ground, the bit of uncomfortable feelings in him had faded once the talk of a great battle was in the forefront. "I can tell you're quite strong, so either you're not skilled in battle or this friend of yours is truly a force to be reckoned with. Is he a Saiyajin? Did he surpass the wall of a Super Saiyajin?" He'd arch a brow slowly, tilting his head to the side a bit, those two large bangs moving in the direction his head canted to. "Did you... and he was even stronger than that?" He was only assuming, given the size of her ki right now that she was capable of tapping into a greater power than that of a Super Saiyajin warrior, compared to himself.
He had a million questions to ask, as this was the age of the powerhouse warriors. Zucceta surpassing the wall of a Super Saiyajin, Xylo's power nearly doubled his own as a Super Saiyajin, the one female that appeared during their skirmish with Taiga and then fled, and this one who was of equally impressive strength, her ki, even standing here doing nothing, proved to be quite large.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 5, 2016 8:37:35 GMT
She seemed to have been put into a pleasanter state of mind, with Alaistair's declaration. She gave Kizuki a snarky response, before telling Alaistair, 'the bare bones,' of what happened. She was not wrong that Alaistair did want details, and when the story ended, Kizuki pinch the thought right out of Alaistair's head before he could even come up with the method to ask it! "You've got me wondering if you've been developing some telepathic abilities, Kizuki," Alaistair jested, despite the serious nature permeating the air like a knife in butter! She, however, seemed to have been finding it difficult to describe her loss, before she submitted and explained that she'd lost! Alaistair snickered a bit, before retorting, "Well, this place IS called the, 'Home for Infinite Losers,' after all... But on a serious note, Zer."Alaistair crossed his arms, his smile wiping away, as he asked, "How strong are people getting in the Living Realm? Are they stronger than the lady known as Reikiko?"(Sorry for the shortness! Conversating pieces don't really generate much in the way of response from me. XD) Zerori |
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Post by Zerori on Jul 7, 2016 11:20:13 GMT
Caught off guard by the sudden question from the stoic warrior, Zerori couldn’t help the twitch at her lips as he passive aggressively – she was sure he didn’t intent to – accused her of being unskilled. Followed up by a save, and Zerori won’t consider it anything else, the woman tilted her head in his direction before simply stating. “Yes. He is,” She cleared her throat, feeling a deep and penetrating sense of shame overwhelm her as she tersely finished. “And yes… I did.” Crossing her arms, the smile falling into an angry pout, Zerori was actually starting to realize the sting of defeat.
Even if it was a ‘type’ of justice, no matter how angry Bing was, the saiyaness could feel the sweet desire for vengeance at her own death. Not quite to the severity of Arias or the madness that Bing suffered… but just enough to make it a possible goal in the future.
Thinking about what to possibly say to Alaistair, Zerori closed her eyes briefly. To explain verbally would be difficult, seeing as she’d only met Reikiko once. When the news that she’d also been taken down by the murderous android, she was… uncertain how to feel. Wary, perhaps was a good word yet even wisdom seemed to elude her – if her fate was any indication. When an idea sparked to the forefront of her mind, Zerori opened her eyes and nodded to Alaistair, a knowing gleam in their hues.
“Yes, I believe so but I don’t think you’ll be able to understand completely unless… Well, just shut up and watch,” She never really was eloquent with words when it came to demands. Taking a few steps back from them, Zerori would take a glance around her to make sure nothing and no one would get in the way. This would be the first time she’d tried to show this to someone… and if she had to be honest she was terrified.
Swallowing, gaze looking down as she psyched herself up with a few hops, Zerori began. “So, uh… What I’m about to show you is something I happened upon while fighting Realigner Red.” Waving off any of their confusion she would add snippily, “I don’t care if you don’t know ‘im!” Before she concentrated without preamble. In a flash of crimson energy that warped around her body, her power would jump by a large multiple. Dark hair that was slightly weighed by gravity shot up into a silver mess of a mullet – while her blue eyes would burn a deep red.
Rolling her shoulder, she’d introduce with a dry expression, “I just decided to call this ‘Super Demon’, so don’t sue me over the lame name.”
[PL read-out/sensed: 4,555,754]
She let them say their piece, whether to admonish the name or to merely comment the change, Zerori would then look back down in hesitation before she returned her gaze to stare each of them in the eye for a moment. It was visibly clear that she was uncomfortable with the next step but only a fool would think that this was her strength in its entirety. Licking her lips, she spoke gravely, “There’s a form beyond this… Something that I’ve only felt once, and I-!” Her voice rose, true terror choking her before she cleared it. “Despite dying, I knew I still had this power. My blood sings of the memory…” Giving pause, she brought a hand up to scratch the back of her head in uncertainty.
She needed to show them what was out there… in anything, for their own lives to not be thrown away once again in a faulty plan of conquest. “I have to show you… the form that was killed by the same man that slew Reikiko…”
Resolve found and hesitation quelled forcefully, Zerori clenched her teeth and leaned down as she reached deep within her psyche for the emotion… the hate, needed to remember the form. As rage bubbled to the surface, memories of that night in Vegeta flashing to the forefront of her mind, the skin from her neck would start to bleed black.
As if her own heart was dyeing her physical form from the inside out.
With a low snarl of determination, the hybrid forced her body through the metamorphosis for the first time in a shocking display of will. Her face darkened, soft velvet-like skin protruded and appeared to eat the clothing she wore as intricate boundaries where her new skin divided from the old. As her hair tamed back to a likeness of her rested form, black horns would audibly grow from the sides of her cranium and curl.
When all was said and done, and the monstrous form of the woman was laid bare for all to see, Zerori’s eyes would look up to gaze into the faces of her so-called audience. The temperature of her aura that radiated was much hotter than before; like she was burning herself. A shining gaze, surrounded by the blackest night, would bore into their souls. For a moment, all was silent until the woman would lean upward completely in a proper posture.
[PL Read-out/Sense: 8,786,907]
“This power that you sense…” Zerori’s tone would rumble, seemingly warped by some outside force, “Do not forget it. There are more, no doubt… whom will die.” It was a truth Zerori could practically taste, as she stared at them like they were pieces of meat for her to ravage.
Feeling the strain of the arduous process in which she changed, Zerori’s form would quickly (and painfully) dissipate like someone had shattered her with a great hit to the face. Skin cracking, her hair seemingly to melt from it’s outrageous hue, the particulates would fall to the ground but fade to nothing before they hit the ground. Shedding the darkness that was her body, the woman gasped for breath like she’d nearly drowned.
She took a step back, easing to one knee while catching her breath. For a good amount of moments there… she felt like she could rend mountains from their base. She felt in control. Out of control. Angry. Accomplished. Sad. Numb. In no particular order, Zerori felt herself about to burst from the chaos. And she loved AND hated it.
Tossing her head back, Zerori would grumble sickly, “I think I’m gonna throw up…” Before slapping her hand across her mouth with a pale, greenish complexion.
((Sorry for the length! I hope it read well~))
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 9, 2016 19:39:47 GMT
She was... all over the place with how she explained things. Kizuki found her to be a bit frantic in her ways, though her confirmation that she, who surpassed the power of a Super Saiyajin, was killed by someone even stronger than HER nearly caused a chill to run down the Saiyajin's spine. And it seemed she was going to show them just how powerful SHE truly was. Kizuki stood his ground, watching her with charcoal, black eyes as Zerori created some distance between them. He was nearly trembling with excitement, in a way. Just how strong was she? He could feel her power now, and had assumed that in her powered up state, maybe she was around Xylo's full power. He was very, very wrong. Kizuki would nearly fall down as he felt the female power up the first time. Her changes were those similar to himself, and other Saiyajin, when they had transformed into the Super Saiyajin state, except her hair and eyes were a different color, and this transformation felt... different, aside from being ridiculously powerful, more than anything Kizuki had ever felt. He nearly held his breath, feeling all that power hit him at once, washing over him like a wave. "Wh-What incredible.. power." He thought to himself. Then she would explain it. Super Demon. Perhaps she was a mixture of Saiyajin and Demon blood, and this was a result of such a hybrid. It was truly an awesome display of power. He had no idea who any of the people she mentioned were, with the exception of Reikiko would Alaistair had mentioned previously, as she had shown up a little while before this meeting now, but didn't appear to stick around long. She was stronger than Zerori in her natural state, but did this Reikiko also have more power, hidden away to be called upon at will? The possibilities flooded his mind. However he was brought back to reality when she began to, once again, raise her ki to godly levels. Kizuki's eyes would narrow at the female, watching as her body began to go through some sort of metamorphosis, changing almost completely from what she was just previously. He'd watch and then feel as that ki would nearly double from her first transformation. Kizuki's arms uncrossed, as that wave of power hit him, mouth gaping open before grinding his teeth together with a low growl. He'd take a few steps back, fists clenched tightly at his sides. He was near shaking at this point, as her power now rested at this ridiculous level, a level that Kizuki, or even Xylo, was nowhere near. "Kcchhh'! Ma-Masaka! ( Im-Impossible!)" was all he could utter out as he watched her, glaring at them in this demonic form, even seemingly threatening them in the process. He was overcome with emotions, unable to fully get a grasp as to how THIS being could have been killed. Her form didn't last long, in fact it ended quite abruptly with Zerori falling over in her natural state, looking as if she was going to be sick. Kizuki was still reeling, a bead of sweat running down his face from having been overcome with all that power, locked in place and unable to move away from it. He was a Saiyajin, a pure Saiyajin! The mightiest race in all of the Universe, and he was reduced to this. Kizuki's nerves would get the better of him for a bit, his tail had even gone limp behind him. It wasn't due to how powerful Zerori was. It had all started to hit him at once, watching her display her full power and know why she was no longer alive. Just what the hell was out there? And finally, that chill would run down his spine, and if his hair wasn't already naturally fashioned in thick, edgy peaks on his head, they'd stand up on end from that feeling. Of course, through all this, he made no effort to help the female back to her feet. It wasn't for any reason other than he had forgotten where he was in that moment. He had forgotten he was in Hell, he had forgotten who he was with. He had even forgotten who he was. All he could think about was the potential of these... gods in the Overworld. He was lost in his own thoughts.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 10, 2016 18:40:43 GMT
"Sure, Zer," Alaistair replied, taking several steps back as he did, "Show us what you can do now!"She did. Her power was very incredible! To say the very least, it reminded him of the 'good ol' days', where he secretly built his strength to escape HFIL in the first place! Alaistair clapped, as he told her, "Incredible..! You actually don't feel that far off from Miss Reikiko. I'd gauge you around... 5/6 her strength, the last I saw and felt her power."Zerori then explained, in a fearful state, that she had a power beyond that, which she wished to demonstrate. She was killed in it, by the same man who slew Reikiko as well! The statement made him blink, as he simply uttered, "Wha-"Before he could finish that statement, Alaistair was knocked back by the wind pressure she was generated, barely able to keep on the tips of his toes as he was shoved several yards. Her power was heavily intense, and amidst it, felt as though it would strangle those around... A sensation Alaistair long forgotten. She let the massive power fade away, feeling an urge to vomit. Alaistair could only stare blankly, as he felt himself adrift in his memories. There was no control... No way for him to manage what was festering in him before! The clown's essence, even as it was now in him, felt enticed! Alaistair could feel hands wrapping around his throat, making it hard for himself to breathe! Even though he stood straight, eyes wide open and looking at Zerori, Alaistair was not there. ( Zerori, you're up now! Alaistair has been triggered! XD)
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Post by Zerori on Jul 13, 2016 16:39:09 GMT
It took a few moments to ease the sea of nausea that threatened to erupt from her mouth. That was only the second time she’d felt the force of that form and this time… she’d actually done it upon command. It took a lot of out of her, maybe even causing some injuries that she couldn’t quite see but certainly feel! However, despite all that, she wasn’t hearing… anything! Lifting her head, hesitantly moving her hand from her mouth, Zerori observed the two whom she’d performed for. What a sight it was, surprising even to her. “D-…Don’t tell me you’ve never known…” Then again, it was hell. Kizuki was absolutely gone from the building while Alaistair could hardly say different. She’d even knocked the latter off of his feet from the pressure of her power. I should be arrogant right now. That’s what I should be feeling! But why… am I worried? Getting to her feet, Zerori swallowed down the last of her queasy stomach and took a few steps toward them. “Hey, I ain’t concerned about you guys or anything, but are you guys gonna be okay? C’mon, snap out of it,” She waved her hand toward them, willing them to come back to reality. With a frown, she placed her hands at her hips and finished, “If that power was enough to knock you speechless then you’ve got another thing coming. The man whom killed me isn’t completely without rival. The Queen has got a quite an arsenal of power at her own disposal.” She felt like she was giving them some sort of briefing before a mission. Shaking her head, she turned around to pace back and force while in thought for what she could do. She’d been here a while seemingly stagnating in her training while getting used to having her body back again. If her ability to access this transformation was any clue – she’d long since been overdue for some intensive work outs. Glancing back at them, she briefly toyed with the idea of the Demon Lord and saiyan assisting her with that training… They were all dead, so neither of them would die again… “Alright… How would you guys like to work the dust outta me?” She could only imagine their reactions, but her desires were genuine as evidenced by the gesture she gave as she offered her hand, “What say we get you guys up to my speed?” She hoped her smirk was challenging enough. ((Sorry if the post seems a little weird lol Kizuki)) |
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 13, 2016 21:30:10 GMT
The Saiyajin male would eventually return to reality, blinking a few times as the female seemed to straighten herself out after such a vicious transformation. He'd shake his head from left to right with his eyes closed to break away the cobwebs of his trance before looking back towards her as she explained things. He'd respond to her, his tone a bit less abrasive now. Her comment on her killer's power struck genuine fear in his heart, that there was a being with MORE power than she displayed. "I was curious as to what The Queen's power, no.. I mean the power of an ascended Super Saiyajin felt like. It's.." His words trailed off, as he went back to thinking. It would be wrong to call it her power. The Saiyajin blood that flowed though one's veins flowed through others'. It would not be impossible for Kizuki to claim the same power. His arms had gone back up to his chest, crossing against them as he looked down in thought, his tail idly swaying behind him. That power was frightening. It was the the most frightening thing Kizuki had ever felt. And he had just gotten used to being a Super Saiyajin. It was like fate was picking on him each chance it got. Each rung he climbed, the ascent got more difficult. Kizuki's eyes would look back up as the female offered them the chance to spar her. Was she serious? After that monstrosity of a ki she let off? He looked over at Alaistair briefly, unsure of what his stance was on all of this, and if he was even in the right mindset to do it. With a bit of a huff, he'd glance back over to Zerori, only offering a grunt of a response to her smirk and challenge. "Tch'. After that display, we'd be fools to think this would end well for us." He'd let his arms free from themselves, as they hung at his sides now, rolling his neck from left to right as the sounds of pops and cracks could be heard with each movement. "But I'm here to train and get stronger. I can't do that without a challenge." Foolishly, he would remain in his base form for now, given that he had his trump card should things get out of hand, though how well it would work against any of her transformations looked quite bleak. He reached for the tied part of his obi, wrapped around his waist and gave them a tug, to tighten the knot somewhat. He kind of missed his armor. "What do you say, Devil? It'll take the two of us to even put a dent in her." His comment was directed towards Alaistair, but his eyes stayed focused on Zerori, a small smirk of his own forming now.
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Post by Alaistair on Jul 14, 2016 5:54:59 GMT
Alaistair continued to stare blankly at Zerori, who seemed to have been trying to get his attention and be alleviated of some concerns with the form. Kizuki had more quickly recovered from the surprising power Zerori showed. However, Alaistair's face had its pink color washing away. A form he'd not seen in awhile was standing behind Zerori... An incorporeal visage sniffing the residual energies coming off Zerori's person. "Aaaaaaah... That smell... So quaint!"Alaistair's eyes glared at the form he was seeing. White and black hair standing up and to the sides, almost as though they were horns, yet it was simply hair. Pale skin, red eyes, and a wide grin stretching from one side to the other! Was he hallucinating again? Why would he be hallucinating now? He was dead! "What the hell are you doing here, Demon," Alaistair shouted out loud, brandishing King's Wrath and his power quickly exploding outwards, eightfold! His hair turned white and stood almost like a Mohawk, while his tail dissipated from his back side! "Ooh ho hooo! There's that classic anger I like!"The clown clasped gloved hands around Zerori's shoulders, whispering inaudible words into her ears. She wouldn't be able to hear, see, or feel anything, for there was nothing around them except the souls of losers and the three full bodied individuals. Alaistair shouted, his voice having changed to something harsh sounding, but calmed, "Get your filthy hands off her!""Why don't you come over here and try, Allie, baby!"The empowered Devil whistled, his sword coming to life and charging towards Zerori! Meanwhile, Alaistair followed after it, sprinting like the madman he was at the current time! (Quick Synopsis: Alaistair's psyche is not in check at the moment! The power Zerori has displayed brought up a part of him he thought he had under control and is now launching King's Wrath Ability [Charge] (N1) immediately at Zerori, whilst sprinting at her!) (PL: 676,584) (N1 Ability PL: 225,528 Zerori) (KP: 2/3 from 3/3) |
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Post by Zerori on Jul 14, 2016 15:58:44 GMT
This was going better than she had hoped! Not that she expected them to run away with their tails between their legs or anything, but… well, maybe a little bit. Despite the intensity of her power, Kizuki’s own thirst for power was more impressive than foolish. He wasn’t a coward but he also wasn’t going to put on a bravely foolish face when his life was in danger. However, this was Zerori’s speculation as she gave a singular nod towards the muscular man just before she looked over at Alaistair. By Kizuki’s suggestion, she expected the King would to acknowledge the challenge and perhaps even allow some banter before it would begin. However, when Alaistair yelled in her direction, Zerori’s smirk faded in an instant. “What?” She mumbled, looking at him with a raised eye brow. Taking a step back in a defensive posture, she was left speechless as his power exploded around him and changed his appearance. He was talking to her, wasn’t she? Why would he call her a demon when he knew very well what her name was? Was he TRYING to piss her off?! At his second demand, Zerori looked around her with a furious expression, snapping at him, “-Hands off of who?! The hell are you talking to!?” Looking back at him, she’d only just barely saw him move before she tensed her muscled in preparation. In an ignition of flames, her hand would swing upwards in the form of a fist to smash right into the side of its blade. With a wince, her hand would begin bleeding from the attack - presumably due to her unpowered state. Knocking it out of the air, and hopefully out of whatever charm was held over it, she re-focused onto Alaistair. “Trying to catch me off guard with bullshit only works-,” Flashing a smile as she paused in speech briefly, Zerori postured herself before throwing her arm out to beckon a gust of wind between them. “-ONCE!” Whether or not it would work, she’d follow up with a taunting gesture by crooking her fingers towards him. “Bring it on, both of you…” At her side, Zerori's fist would begin to tremble slightly from the impact of the blade. Whatever Alaistair was doing, she needed to make the decision to either stay as she was - and possibly get wrecked - or hurry and move along to her next form. This was training for her, as well as them! [Parrying King's Wrath Ability [Charge] (N1) with Phoenix Rage II (UP2) with a PL of 214,771 PL. A bleed through of 10,757 damage was inflicted on Zerori.
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 18, 2016 2:09:05 GMT
Alaistair's sudden rise in power was quite surprising. He could not blame the Demon, though, as Zerori's power even in her base state was quite high, higher than he would be able to handle as he was. However, it was his words and what he said, in the manner of how he said it, that caused a jolt of confusion to hit the Saiyajin. He'd arch a single brow, watching as Alaistair made outlandish claims and rocketed off to meet Zerori with an attack, who simply deflected it with, what appeared to be, her bare hand. What power. It seemed the female was not deterred completely, as she beckoned the two to come at her. Her request would be granted moments later. Kizuki's body would burst forward with incredible speed, leaving a trail behind him as he came up on Zerori's defending arm, sending a combination of right and left hands towards its direction in an attempt to break her guard. He was backing the woman up, attempting to give Alaistair some room to attack her, doing his best to distract and tank any incoming attack she would throw at Kizuki. "Oi, Alaistair. Oi. What in the hell is wrong with you? You're talking like a madman.. well.. more of a madman than usual." He'd attempt to send a message, telepathically, to only Alaistair via his "gift" with his devils, himself and Xylo at the moment. Unfortunately for Zerori, she would not be able to hear or intercept the message, that's just how Alaistair's "gift" worked. Though he was attacking the female, he was keeping a close eye, and a mental eye as well, on Alaistair's actions. Something didn't seem right, and he was wondering if Zerori felt the same way. Regardless, he continued to press on, his arms moving at lightning fast speeds towards Zerori's body and defending hands, attempting to slip one in and stagger her back with a well placed knuckle sandwich to the cheek.
[ KP: 3/3 ] Alaistair, ZeroriSorry, for the delay. Had a busy week and weekend. Let's keep it rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling - WHAT? |
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