Tekuma Mayakon
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Sept 23, 2016 13:02:25 GMT
Tekuma heard the small androgynous android begin to speak of her hopes. What he said next made her freeze and fall backward in surprise, landing with a plop on the pale sand of the desert. Her face said it all, surprise in every way possible and she didn't even care about the height difference between her and Noxa. The hybrid was incredibly startled; but her hopes were soaring sky-high as she realized she was finally enrolled in her dream corporation. She was a member of the Science Corps, this was a dream ccome true and she did not doubt Virtual Poi for even a second.
Happiness split her lips into a smile, getting up and bowing to the small android. "I will not disappoint you, thank you Virtual Poi." The realization that treasure could possibly be nearby excited the demon, who seemed to start giving off a little bit of magic herself; seeing as she had the genetic capabilities of using magic thanks to her father's family tree. Distilled to an extent within the hybrid; yet still useable, the inner magic capabilities could possibly set off ViPoi's MoG. There was also a different sense of magic in the air; to which the hybrid looked around.
".... Does anyone else feel this strange power? I don't understand why it is nearby.. there's two different signatures coming from both of you, what's going on? I thought androids didn't have ki.." The presence of the magic capabilities within the teenager was awakening; allowing her to pick up on magic signals for the first time; however faint. It created quite the curiosity, and her tail was twitching with slight excitement.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2016 17:49:41 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction]
"What does she mean treasure?"
The thought had been circulating Namorel's mind since Noxa brought up the possibility. She carried with her what appeared to be a rather monstrous payload... perhaps he should have backed up of left while he had the chance, but the other two individuals... the ones he hadn't seen before intrigued him with each passing second. He had managed to catch every word spoken since he arrived, the mention of the Eternal Dragon shocked him... back home use of the Dragon Balls was strictly forbidden from use for any trivial matter... but that never stopped people from trying. He was rather appalled by their reckless disregard for the severity of their mindset fight now... was this one of many times the humans had done this? Namorel was unsure if he should be angry or discontent at this matter. Regardless of his thoughts, he would step forwards more to make himself fully apparent to the entirety of the group.
"For starters, what is this place? It seems rather 'subtle' for a landscape as barren as this. Does it have to do with this Realigner Red fellow you mentioned? And one more question... why the Dragon Balls, I was always taught that the use of them was only in the most dire of instances..."
Namorel began to trail off as he reached the end of his sentence, his tone shifting to a more serious one as he approached the subject of the Dragon Balls. He had let it slide prior as he wanted to see if they would mention more of it. He hadn't seen the ball Vi-Poi had, rather making assumptions on their mention of it as he otherwise would not know. He meant not to infuriate anyone, but his curiosity spiked and he was forced to face the reluctance of his culture and how it conflicted with what seemed like a reckless use of the powers of the Eternal Dragon on this planet. He found himself more contrived than disgusted or angry. Perhaps it was all of this talk of the arena and Noxa's insistance on there being treasure... he didn't know what to make of these people. He would hold his position and in his own meek and yet proud way demand his answers. However he would briefly turn to Noxa and also look at Tekuma to speak to the two.
"Seeing you two int he same setting is always a treat... I came by here on accident myself."
He would quickly speak this with a much lighter tone than before, but would quickly revert to the seriousness he took in the hopes to seek out information on this arena and why they were adamant on using the Dragon Balls for... something.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 13:42:42 GMT
That ski gear was growing uncomfortably hot — that was the first thing in Noxa’s mind, though it wasn’t something she ought to worry herself with now. Firstly, there was, the developing minefield of social pressure at hand. Noxa, at first, had been distracted from her ‘Tekuma shunning’ by the approaching Namorel, whom she regarded with the same warmth as always. She still kept Tekuma’s bomb-disarming ways in mind; she remained on high alert, with her stiff-arm and tippy-toe stance. Her height, the deciding factor of this little standoff. Noxa’s immersion, however, was once again was shifted. This time, from Namorel and onto the big blue boss himself.
According to the Premier, the little she-devil was entry material for the Blue Banner Army. The small-minded Bio Android found herself only capable of seeing two reasons why: one, the Blue Banner Army was a lot less of a prestigious institution than she was led to believe; Or, two, Vi-Poi was far too kind — to the point of fault… After all, accepting just anyone into his faction could severely backfire! Why else, besides those two possibilities, would he accept someone like this redheaded girl into his organization?
Was disarming bombs the only prerequisite needed to be met? Noxa could disarm bombs too, if she wanted! Her scarlet mane contoured her face, pressed there by the ski hood she wore. One mesh in particular found itself snaking upwards into her backpack; it stretched yonder and wrapped itself around one of the payloads. The device was brought four inches or so from the virago’s visage; her eyes narrowed onto the decide.
How hard could this be? She saw the hybrid do it, and she didn’t seem to skip a beat with her nimble little fingers. Noxa's eyes scanned the device — how did she do it? Finally, she saw a big, red button on its side. That must have been it!
Easy! That was clearly the disarming button! Another tendril of hair moved, pressing the button. There was a click, and the woman beamed. The simpering redheaded stood there; she showed Tekuma! She, too, disarmed a thing!
“Self-contained mine armed. T minus 5 minutes until detonation; please vacate the premises.” Came a robotic, filtered voice through the device. Noxa’s grin dropped. “Oh. That’s not what I thought would happen.”
Her attention was taken from her as Vi-Poi regarded her this time. He inquired about her knowledge of any potential boons nestled beneath the archaic monument. Well, the answer to that was simple.
“Why else would someone leave something like this out in the open if it wasn’t hiding some kind of treasure?! X marks the spot, right? Well, I would say that a big, black, shiny arena in the middle of nowhere is … Like… The biggest ‘X’ ever!” Thanks to her reflective skiing glasses it was very possible that no one noticed, but her eyes were wide with enthusiasm. This eccentric behavior also clearly reflected on her voice and other parts of her body language, but the latter would’ve been harder to discern. The woman clearer her throat, “Besides, the guys who sold me these told me that the north had a lot of hidden treasure in the rocks and canyons — that’s why I bought so many; they said it was full of stuff, so naturally I needed as many of these… Uhh… What did they call it? ‘Mini-nukes’? To mine as much of this area as possible!”
Noxa felt the pressure against her gloved hand fade. She glanced yonder to her old acquaintance and watched as she smacked against the floor. Noxa looked over to the to android's, raising her hands over her shoulders in surrender. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off the Premier by having him think she just knocked out his newest employee. “I didn’t do anything — I swear.” Noxa let out a little ‘eep!, her outstretched stiff arm quickly shooting back towards her own chest. The Bionic Woman had firmly believed Tekuma had been passed out from a heatstroke or something…
“T minus 4 minutes.” Noxa’s eyes shifted back to the talking tube, then looked back to the blue-haired android she had just addressed.
The arm that raised the other explosive gadgets lowered itself too. With that arm arm, Noxa hugged the bag close to her core. Just in time for her fellow green man to speak up. Noxa’s head turned over yonder to him.
“There it is again — ‘Dragon Balls’.” Curiosity may have killed the cat, but no one ever said jack about the Bio Android. “What is it? Or, rather, what are those? I have to assume by the name there is more than one. What are they used for?” The woman didn’t directly address Namorel’s initial question; she figured he probably heard her initial explanation… But once she’d regarded her green friend her focus returned to the cybermen once more. It was possible one of them would go into depth about these ‘Dragon Balls’. That or further elaborate on any possible hidden treasure.
The man with the filtered voice seemed to swing one way or another with the idea, so it was likely he was just trying to throw her off. Maybe he just wanted all the treasure to himself! It was always a possibility that he had been waiting here for his own shipment of mining bombs, and wasn’t some kind of sentinel at all. With that possibility cemented into her psyche, Noxa began to run scenarios through her mind. The one she stuck to most was the simplest. Once they had excavated this derelict arena, and there was treasure, she should grab as much of it as she could and run for the hills!
The possibility that there wasn’t anything beneath this obsidian floor didn’t even cross her mind.
Either way, the woman, whose face was now visible lined with a glistening dew of sweat, made sure to keep the most efficient escape route in mind! Which… Was… Her head turned as she looked around, taking in just how barren this wasteland really was. Well, everywhere!
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Sept 25, 2016 3:19:22 GMT
“Nothing was hidden here. Not by Realigner Red.” The android had no holes in his memory. He’d been an ever-present hostage, watching from the electric walls of his last holdout while all of his systems were violated and misused. Vi-Poi slid his blue eyes to Bing before replying to Tekuma, “I have chi on demand, but you shouldn’t be able to sense it until it’s outwardly expressed.” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “Maybe you sensed our magical acuity.”
The Namekian’s query stung him a little, perhaps because they were said atop the grave of Realigner Red, whose own psychotic hunt for the Dragon Balls had caused so much destruction. Was this what harbored guilt felt like, in all of its illogical presentations? Still, the Namekian was mistaken here. The Dragon Balls weren’t being used for frivolous reasons.
When Noxa set off the bomb’s countdown sequence, Vi-Poi’s hands went to his head with a sigh. “You’ve been scammed,” He swept a hand across the obsidian floor and the junkyard stacks. “This isn’t some treasure map – these are the leftovers of an arena. Made by an insane robot.”
Vi-Poi considered the bomb, lightly pulling his jacket off and loosening his tie with a crooked finger. It’d be no concern to him, but to the others, it might. It’d certainly contaminate the immediate area with radiated particulates. “To answer your question, the Dragon Balls are objects of near-limitless magical power. If one knows how to use them, and can find them all,” The next he said loud enough for the sharp-eared Namekian to hear. “We use them to restore worlds, and to restore lives.”
The android was studying the bomber curiously now. It wasn’t every day a treasure hunter had a backpack full of fissile materials. What sort of friends did she have? White lines formed crosses in his bright blue irises as he activated his 3D Scan Mode, followed by a stream of scrolling data.
So, she wasn't entirely human. The Day-Glo red hair and strange eyes should have tipped him off. “Who are you?” He asked to Noxa, running her genetic profile and likeness through the BlueNet. She had Namekian DNA markers, along with two that his computer couldn't recognize. Organic synthetic. Vi-Poi surmised. She was pretty strong, too.
Vi-Poi had mixed feelings about the bio-androids. In a sense, they were his cousins. But they weren't formed from the same materials, they weren't made from the same ideas. Ancient scientists had crafted the blueprints that made up Vi-Poi. Raw competition had built the cells selected for Noxa. Billions of years of cruel, life-or-death evolution.
Perhaps that was why most bio-androids Vi-Poi met were more on the aggressive side. A precondition of genetics.
3D Scan Mode [UT3] used on Noxa.
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Bing Gan
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 1, 2016 1:11:58 GMT
Bing gave a somber nod towards Vi-Poi as the Azure Android explained the situation with Red. In a way, it was kind of disappointing. Bing always secretly hoped there was more to the mystery of the Red Ribbon Virus. Now however, it seemed that the trail had fully died out. Maybe he would look into that ancient armies history a bit more someday. The Cyborg's train of thought was derailed as Noxa's handheld bomb began beeping, as a robotic voice spoke of a countdown. It seemed the girl had activated the detonation sequence! His eye narrowed, trained on the bomb. It wasn't something that'd harm himself or Vi, but judging by the Premier's curious reaction, these things could be deadly to the others who'd crowded around the arena. Acting quickly, Bing hopped across the arena, attempting to snatch the literal ticking time bomb out of her hands. Should he succeed in swiping the bomb, he'd coat his arm in a thick layer of Ki, before setting his sights skyward. "Sorry miss, but I think we'll have to get a rain-check on this particular explosion."With a mighty heave, he'd fling the bomb straight into the sky! It'd travel through the air with immense speed, completely disappearing from the groups vision within mere seconds. Whether or not it exploded was fairly irrelevant; it was so fair into space that it wouldn't affect much anyways. "Now, if you could be so kind as to not set these things off with reckless abandon from here on out, that'd be great!"
Used [UP2] Serpent Style to toss the bomb into space! 66% Charged for a tossing power of: 6,550,014!
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Tekuma Mayakon
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Oct 1, 2016 1:34:53 GMT
The halfling gazed about the scene, ViPoi talking about magical acuity. It caused the female demon's eyes to light up with curious interest, but trying to keep a cool head she looked at the Namekian standing before her. "As is seeing you, have I caught your name? Also what are these dragon balls, are they magic? Is this what I'm sensing from both of these androids?" The questions were honestly curious, bombardment of them in quick succession as she asked more about the dragon balls. Everything seemed alright, until a bad feeling trickled down the demon hybrid's spine.
Tekuma turned her gaze to Noxa, hearing the bomb activate it's detonation sequence caused alarm to course through her body. Her tail twitched as she launched herself towards the bio-android; whilist the redhead was distracted by the bomb-snatching thanks to the cyborg she'd attempt to snatch the bag full of bombs and move a fair distance away; Closing her eyes as a saturated blue aura sparked around her, the hybrid began to spin faster until she launched the bag full of bombs into space alongside the one the android with grey hair threw; which the single bomb's detonation caused a chain reaction and whatever particles came from the explosives would burn in the atmosphere.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 11:40:13 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction]
"It really depends on how one sees it... even under those circumstances a wish could be wasted... especially in excess."
Namorel muttered in reply to the response given to him. He disagreed on the use of the dragon balls under any circumstance that didn't benefit everyone in some way, wishes for s single of e mere few were selfish in his eyes. However he didn't bother to speak his true opinion out, getting the information he needed frmo here he turned, walking towards the edge of the rig opposite of those that stood there. As he closed on his exit the explosion of the bombs in the air would ring through his ears ,prompting him to raise a finger to his eardrum to suppress it.
Exiting thread, I'll take pl here KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:24:17 GMT
The Amazon was slowly becoming surprised by just how hot this place was getting — coupled with the multi-layer protection and the beating down of the sun’s wasteland… She had gone through a lot worse in terms of temperatures, but it was still rather uncomfortable; namely because at this point she was steaming herself inside of that over-glorified sleeping bag. It wasn’t the temperature as much it was its combination with humidity. Her homeland had been as arid as they came, so the additional factor truly began to weigh her down.
Her mind was brought back to the situation at hand once the Premier of Earth confirmed what the presumed sentinel earlier stated — something about this ‘Realinger Red’ and his lack of treasure hiding. It was something he seemed to touch on a bit more, well, shortly after his claim that Noxa had been scammed. She didn’t think that was the case, after all, why would these things be so expensive?
Did Vi-Poi really think random shady men would do that?
Lie?
To make money?
The idea seemed ridiculous. But, still, she took heed of his concerns; from what she’d read he seemed to at least be somewhat successful at his prestigious job — something that, just like with Katsu, deserved some form of respect at least… Even if his credibility seemed to be stretched just a little with ludicrous claims of objects of ‘near-limitless magical power’; she could easily have swept that under the rug as a superstitious man’s exaggeration, but the claim that they could ‘restore worlds’ and ‘restore lives’ was damning. Either way, should her hunt for treasure be proven fruitless, Noxa made a mental note to get back to West City and track those men down.
115, unwilling to paint a massive ‘X’ on her forehead as a BBA's target for pissing off their leader, decided to keep her mouth shut and simply nod away. A few grunts of agreement were sprinkled here and there to help it seem more genuine, albeit anyone capable of reading body language — even if badly — could see she didn’t buy a word of what Vi-Poi said.
Still, Vi-Poi was at least interesting in person, unlike some other celebrities. Noxa found her own gaze meeting Vi’s own, brought on mostly by the sudden lights. Noxa found her head tilting, much like how a puppy would slant his head for a new perspective. Her curiosity had been sparked by the strange grids that seemed to make themselves visible on the android’s azure optics.
“Who am I?” Noxa reiterated, rolling the question over her tongue just to bid time. In reality, if it weren’t for Tekuma and Namorel’s presence she would simply have lied — called herself ‘Bexy Sitch’ and called it a day. Hell, she had her manga with her — somewhere within her hair — to ID who she was; something she attempted to use for cars, but often was turned down.
“I’m Noxa.”
Whereas her words lacked a description of pretty much everything aside from her name, her biology sung of her background. Searching her facial profile through the BlueNet¹ data base would likely not yield much in terms of Earthly activity — maybe he would be tipped off of a few crimes perpetrated by tall women with saturated red hair... but that would be the extend in terms of criminal databases — and maybe racial profiling, depending on who was asked. However, should he manage to profile her entire figure beneath the ski gear — carapace and all — his search fields would open up if he were to match her to the internet. Vi-Poi would likely be flooded with adult manga and images that followed that particular line of entertainment.
‘Bexy Sitch’, the protagonist of ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’ — an original adventure public by ‘EroJump’; written & illustrated by the artist ‘Dirty Dan' — a young adult female who lived in Satan City's outskirts. The manga, starting off as an independent web-comic, seemed to have exploded in popularity as of late, giving it a massive online following which generated Dirty Dan quite a sum in terms of Zeni.² Should he dig deeper still — into the more encrypted versions of the (extra?)net Vi-Poi might encounter some heavily corrupted data packets — mercenary transmissions; old contracts gathering information on a high-value target: .̶͕ͅ/̡̖̙/̠̤͉̺̖͠ ̴P̙͈̤͢R͈͇̺̹͇̖͢OJECT:「 NOXA 」: Dossier
The Blue Premier’s technical capabilities, should they be advanced enough, once cracked could have gained access to ‘Bio-metrics & Data’ alongside ‘Biographical Data’. This database would allow him to decipher the rest of her genetic code: Ankoku and Heran stabilized atop of Namekian DNA all laid atop a framework that resembled a Homo sapiens' biological structure. There would be vague references to a far away planet forgotten by time and torn by war ‘Zilyana’, but that kind of research would take some time, to be sure.
It wasn’t that she was too enthralled by the android’s stare to notice Bing Gan’s movements; it was the fact that he moved far too fast for Noxa to even fathom that the device once held by her scarlet tendril had been taken right from under her nose. Once it was gone she simply blinked, looking at the now-empty space between her looping vine.
“I could have sworn that I…”
The cyborg’s words came, cutting off Noxa’s speech. However, before she could turn around a wave of power — power on a scale that dwarfed even the utmost peak of her power — washed over the Bio Android’s senses. Behind her reflective ski goggles her eyes widened; bulging as a mask of both terror and horror. The idea that she had been acting so carelessly around someone capable of that much destruction… The horror of the fact sent chills down Noxa’s spine. The fact she could very well make a misstep in this social minefield and simply be obliterated in less than the blink of an eye… The terror sunk in her gut.
Despite the paralysis that had befallen the Bionic Redhead, her hair didn’t seem to be as affected. The still-writing mane’s mass acted swiftly when the weighted-down hybrid made her move to try and swipe Noxa’s bag — after being explicitly warned not to. Taking action, her scarlet locks would extend and stretch, wrapping themselves fully around the bag as to encase them completely. Now mummified, the explosives would be pulled away from the advancing Tekuma, brought higher still in the air to keep her at bay. Unlike the ubermensch's unparalleled speed, Tekuma's own movements weren't enough to bypass Noxa's awareness or defenses.
Still in shock, Noxa’s words would come as a distant murmur aimed at the gremlin.
“No. Bad.”
1. [I’m going to assume that ‘BlueNet’ is different than what we recognize as the internet, but still, has access to it] 2. [ More or less setting up to explain Noxa’s T4 Zeni gains in the future as the manga’s success ] [ Mistakenly Armed Bomb Tossed & Gone; Tekuma's bad-removal stopped ]
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Oct 2, 2016 21:49:46 GMT
“You might sense the Dragon Balls,” Vi-Poi agreed evasively, glancing at Tekuma.
He didn’t like to speak too much about them. They were items of such power that the knowledge of their very existence could be dangerous. He continued to analyze Noxa, his expert systems pouring over everything the BlueNet knew now that she’d given her a name. And the BlueNet knew quite a lot. It was the entire net, and more, the full extent of all Blue Banner Army sensor and intelligence data, including from sources from outside of this world.
Behind some encryptions he easily overwhelmed he was rewarded with some interesting gun-for-hire stuff surrounding a Project NOXA. It probably called for more digging, but he abruptly stopped his analysis of her when his BlueNet scouring turned up a whole lot of vulgar content behind parental guidance walls. Gross, GROSS! Poi’s ghost whined to him. Shut it off!
Vi-Poi obliged, bright spots of green nanorepair gel flaming on his cheeks. If there was one thing he and Poi most-closely agreed on – people were gross.
The Namekian seemed to be slowly ambling off, muttering about excess. Vi-Poi knew of their sacred stewardship of the Dragon, and so gave no retort. I’d be uncomfortable about it too, if my people’s incomprehensible magic was in the hands of complete strangers.
His eyes shifted to the long train of crimson hair that wrapped protectively around the remaining explosives, forming some kind of shell. “Want me to help you get your money back?” Vi-Poi asked. “I don’t think you’ll be using those anywhere in Earth’s atmosphere, and I’d like to meet whoever is peddling such wonderful party favors to the public.”
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 10, 2016 0:46:49 GMT
Bing took a light breath, turning to Tekuma as she pestered the Android duo with question after question. Something about being able to sense the two of them. Bing plucked the Dragon Ball from the pouch on his belt, spinning it on the tip of his finger absent-mindedly as he responded to her question. "You're probably sensing this thing. It gives off quite a bit of power; not Ki, mind you, but something else. It's really interesting. You have to wonder just how this type of thing was even created..."
After a moment of spinning, he flicked the ball into the air above him, snatching it out of the sky, before quickly pocketing it again. He barely even noticed the Namekian departing; he gave the green-skinned alien a wave of goodbye, but he was already on his way out. "Hey! Uh... Seeya later I guess..." His waving hand lowered dejectedly, unsure of what had caused his departure. Was it something they'd said?
His attention turned back to Noxa and Tekuma. It seemed they were in yet another scuffle. The little demon was trying to steal from Noxa yet again! Despite how paralyzed the Bio-Android seemed to be, she was able to defend her loot quite easily.
Before he could comment on the situation, Vi-Poi piped up in his stead. The Premier offered a helping hand to the red-haired vixen, suggesting they try to locate the seller for a refund. "I'd imagine whomever is making them probably has some nasty intentions. Maybe we can do some sleuthing if Miss Noxa can't recall the buyer too well."
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Tekuma Mayakon
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Oct 10, 2016 1:11:09 GMT
Noxa sent her flying into the ground, the female landing on her face and her glasses tumbling off into the dirt. With a cough, she shook her head and squinted, feeling around for her bright blue glasses. Finding them relatively unharmed; not broken but very dirty, the girl breathed on them and used her shirt to wipe them clear before re-donning them. She was practically blind without her glasses, something that pained her. Tekuma looked at Bing curiously, tilting her head as she stared at the One-Star Ball.
The shiny yellow orb with a red star almost gave her a headache once pulled from it's pouch. "H..Holy cow..! That feeling.. It's so.. weird.. What do these.. 'Dragon Balls' even do? Do you collect them all and make a dragon appear and give you stuff?" Mind you, the hybrid knew very little about these things and was throwing complete guesses around; but she was so lost to exactly how on-point the guesses were. The bomb issue was something that left her dumbfounded, wondering exactly how many lights were on in Noxa's upstairs apartments.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 5:58:35 GMT
Much like a dazed combatant, Noxa’s awareness flowed back to her at an exponentially faster rate. Once the shock of that world-razing power level finished washing over her the woman couldn't help but shudder. Now, however, promptly found herself focusing her auriferous gaze onto the Premier once more; Vi-Poi’s cheeks had a green glow to them. Noxa could only guess as to the origin of that color, but she dismissed it entirely as he himself didn’t seem to give it any notice. It seemed, however, that at some point during her daze Namorel had fled — the redhead left to assume that he, too, felt the overwhelming nature of that blast.
Attempting to not look far too overwhelmed, the woman — now sweating bullets for reasons beyond just that of the heat — cleared her throat. A gloved right hand moved to adjust her ski goggles — specifically remove them, and drag them up against her forehead. All of that sweat had begun to pool; the sensation of its removal a relief that seldom could be described.
With the amazon’s still-shaken state of mind aside there was, at least, good news laced behind all of this: the Premier seemed to offer some help on the situation at hand. She would be more than a fool to turn him down and outright go against his wishes; she’d be a dead woman. While it was true that she would much rather just continue onto her treasure hunt, this was clearly the next-best option.
Still, as long as he was happy to offer her the illusion of choice she was happy to give him the illusion of ignorance.
“Yeah, of course!” Called out Noxa, voice just a hair’s width away from cracking. “I-I’d rather get my money back anyway…” The woman’s shoulders sagged for a moment, “I have to say, though… I’m a little disappointed that I bought these clothes for nothing…”
The hand that had just adjusted her glasses reached back to pull back her hood, fully exposing the vibrant mane of red that seemed to writhe and stretch outward as though it had a mind of its own. “I can take you to their operations, no problem; they aren’t all that far from here. Well, not if you fly — “ Her last words caught in her throat as a possibility ran through her mind. The redhead hadn’t seen Vi-Poi arrive, only simply ‘float’ there… “You can fly, right?” She checked. “Otherwise I could carry you there, I guess.”
There was a curt nod from the Bio as Bing suggested that they got to work on some sort of righteous witch hunt. Despite just how disheartening it was that Noxa wouldn’t be able to go through with her treasure hunt she was still curious: if whomever sold her these bombs truly was up to something no good… What could said 'no good' plans be?
Not much mind was paid to this ‘dragon ball’ talk; it all sounded like a bunch of bull to the skeptic Bio Android. It’s not to say that these men had no Ethos, it’s simply that the Logos was completely missing… And the Pathos, albeit that one was far more subjective; there was nothing that Noxa wanted that would she'd be forced to rely on magic to get — with Dirty Dan's success the woman had led a vicariously comfortable life.
If there was one thing that Noxa would want it would be treasure, but she doubted some kind of wish-granting balls would get her that.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Oct 14, 2016 6:13:37 GMT
Vi-Poi pointed up, “Sure I can fly. I came from the sky, remember?”
He sprinted back into the air with a burst of speed to demonstrate before sailing around Bing in a lazy circle, sitting in a meditative slump. “Think you’re up for it, Bing-o-Bot?” Vi-Poi asked Bing with a little grin. “I ought to clear you to have arresting powers planetside.”
His gaze strayed to Tekuma. The girl had a lot to learn about the BBA, and hadn’t even been orientated. “As for you,” He began. “Why don’t you head to West Capitol, and get acquainted with our staff? You’ll have to go through a gamut.”
Even though Poi’s ghost was quite disgusted by Noxa’s BlueNet displays, there was also the very teenage desire to preform weighing into Vi-Poi’s throughput. He idly wondered if it had something to do with Bing’s proximity. There was something about his friend that made the ghost comfortable, made him unwind. “Come on, let’s go have some laughs.” He shot off into the air like a rocket, leaving a white tail of superheated air.
(Thread Exit, requesting PL! If any of you want to do the sequel action with Noxa after the DB thread, let me know I'd like to! )
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 17, 2016 9:52:54 GMT
"That's about the gist of it, yeah." Bing nodded towards Tekuma as he finished answering her shot in the dark. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, kid. I think you'll do good in the Blue Banner."
He turned to Vi, a curious brow raising at his offer to give the Cyborg full authority to incarcerate people on a global scale. "What, you sayin that a Kami couldn't arrest people?" His tone was serious, but his ruse quickly gave way as he chuckled at his own flimsy joke.
The Cyborg quickly floated into the sky, a quick, joking salute given to the Premier. "Lead the way, Captain." As the somewhat carefree leader of the world took off, his closest friend followed suit.
(Exit! Taking Zeni fo dis one.)
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Post by Fleece on Oct 21, 2016 6:30:40 GMT
Bing Gan you gain 3,189z 22,012+3,189= 25,201z Tekuma Mayakon you gain 2,714pl 2714+23,718=26,432pl Vi-Poi you gain 1,442pl 359,927+1,442= 361,369pl @namorel and @noxa post in ttg if you return.
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