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Post by Samba on Nov 20, 2016 0:37:27 GMT
 BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Finally, he was here. The Planet called Konats, home of the Konatsians and the place where some sort of battle took place, at least based on what Walker said some weeks ago when he first offered him the chance to enter the Wild Hunt, and thusly unlocking the latent potential that laid inside of him. His reasoning for coming here was simple, he wanted to know if there was anything else that needed to be put in order or set straight, after all where one battle happened there was usually another one not too far away, perhaps this little trip would also clean up his mind on what he was supposed to do with his path in life now that everything seemed to calm down with the SSE and Earth. Or at least, now that Zucceta seemed firmly set on becoming one of the good guys. Shaking his head off those troublesome thoughts, the Zoan clicked a button to open the hatch of the space-pod, wincing as the light of the planet assaulted his eyes almost immediately. Once he could finally see correctly the Zoan heaved a sigh. "Did this thing had to land all the way over here, though?" The Zoan huffed, rolling his eyes as he left the space-pod behind, wincing at how it sparked dangerously and seemed like it was out of commission, and slowly made his way towards a structure in the far away distance, absently taking out a capsule and unloading its contents with a poof of smoke. "So, how does this thing work again?" Samba muttered to himself as he walked the planet's barren lands, making his way to the grandiose city that he could see in the distance, getting so ever close with every step he took. Currently, the male was tinkering with a green-tinted scouter on his right eye, trying to make it work and stay attached in place less it'd fall off. Why was he messing with the damn thing, you might ask? Well it was fairly easy, even though he could easily detect someone's life signature or hear them with his enhanced senses should they try to ambush him, sometimes it was nice to have a backup plan since there WERE some things that his Ki senses couldn't detect— like a corpse or an Android, beings that didn't really gave off any sort of energy. "Grr, this is pointless!" Getting nowhere with the damn thing, Samba put the thrice damned thing back inside its capsule and pocketed it with a growl of frustration. "Fuck it, I'm doing this the usual way." Expanding his senses outward, the Zoanthrope finally got within the closest entrance to the city, staying on high alert in the case that something decided to attack him since this was unknown territory for him. In hindsight, perhaps he should have also lowered his energy to almost unreadable levels since anyone with a lick of Ki Sense would be able to spot him, but nervousness and the frustration from before clouded his senses and didn't let him make much of a plan besides going forward into the mouth of a lion.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Dr. Breech Power Level: 158,486 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,535,776 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Dr. Breech on Nov 20, 2016 2:59:06 GMT
[Thread PL: 63,332 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! Current PL: 379,992! | Limiter Earrings (Medium Weights) Active! Current PL: 189,996!]
"What in the world could that be?"
The Doctor's eyes shot up from his desk. His scanner detected a massive power coming from space, but it suddenly vanished. What could have caused such a thing to occur? It needed to be investigated, but if the being was hostile, then he would lose any scout droids he might send out. It would be best if he just investigated things himself. With an agitated sigh, he left the laboratory, leaving a large artificial heart beating slowly on the desk behind him.
He slowly marched through town, gaining a salute from soldiers he passed. It seemed respect was increasing for SCAR, at least from the military side of things. After defending the city from a rebel assault and ending the life of a rampaging Oozaru, he'd expect nothing less.
Just as the Doctor was about to exit the city, his eyes fell upon a peculiar sight. A wolf-man was simply walking through town. He gained strange looks from some of the locals; it wasn't every day they saw an animal walking on its hind legs, after all.
He stared at the beast for a few moments, before realizing he'd seen the being before! It was back on Earth, though their meeting was incredibly brief. He'd used the dog-man as a punching bag back then. He was surprised to see the wolf-man had survived.
With a swift motion, the Doctor would appear in front of Samba, giving off an ominous feeling as he spoke in his usual ice-cold tone of voice. "Greetings, Dog. It's been a while since we last met. Looking to work as my test subject yet again?"
He folded his hands behind his back, eyes focused on Samba. His Scanner told him that Samba's power was barely even a single digit. It was clear the animal had learned how to hide his true power somehow. There was no way Samba could LOSE power after so long, especially after so long.
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Post by Samba on Nov 20, 2016 20:26:58 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "I guess they haven't seen a being such as me..." Samba muttered as the locals stared at him, was he such an odd sign that it would turn the heads of the people? Perhaps they didn't just get any sort of visitors this far out of the way in the galaxy? Perhaps he was also getting some stares because he was currently shirtless? He'd be the first to admit that he wasn't really that much of a person that liked to wear shirts, too constrictive and annoying to have over all that fur. The Zoan looked at the planet's inhabitants, their most obvious feature being the pointed ears that they sported, alongside the various shades of pink to almost reddish skin stones upon their visages. He couldn't help but raise a brow since they looked almost too much like one of those fantasy races that he heard so much on Earth by bypassing teenagers or even in some tv shows that aired around the city. "Elf, or something like that?" Samba shrugged his shoulders, eyes once more set ahead— almost crashing into an old man that suddenly appeared in front of him! "Gah! Watch where you're going!" The wolf spat, trying to regain his heart under control, but then his brain caught up with that voice that brought back memories to the surface, and his eyes narrowed. "You!" He snarled out the word like it was a curse and jumped back, falling into a fighting stance. "What are you doing here!? Terrorizing helpless people again, aren't you!?" Samba took a quick look around, his eyes trying to catch any sight of those damn droids or anything that the Mad Doctor might have taken with him on this battle in the case that he was planning on destroying it or cause havoc. 'I don't see no backups anywhere, besides the locals, still...' Thinking quickly, the Zoan let his power come back to the forefront at a slow rate, his intent aiming to make the Doctor realize that he wasn't as weak as he had been before like last time. Though he made sure to quickly put a cap on it once it reached merely a tenth of his true power, it wouldn't be too good to show all his cards so quickly, or whatever the saying was. What irked him, though, besides the obvious displeasure of finding Dr. Breech all the way over here, was that he couldn't detect a lick of the Android's power, so he couldn't really estimate if he and the Doctor were evenly matched in strength at the moment. No matter, he came here to get some answers to what happened back with Walker, Articho, and Arias, wanting to get a non-biased view on the whole thing if they were any witnesses around, but it seemed like he had found an old enemy instead. "I'm surprised that Walker lets him live if he was here when that happened." He whispered to himself, eyes narrowed still on the Doctor, not leaving him out of his sight.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Used Ki setting!
Current PL: 253,577 |
Dr. Breech Power Level: 158,486 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,535,776 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Nov 21, 2016 1:08:18 GMT
[Thread PL: 30,228] [Heavy Weights, ENGAGE] [Current PL: 7,557]
RED had been doing nothing but trying to wire up a certain television box to try and get a certain kind of show to play on it. Yes, they were out in bumble fuck nowhere, but in this day and age where intergalactic travel is possible, what is there preventing broadcast waves to travel across the solar system. The only shit that plays on the boob tube at the moment was something about a blob species cooking food, and that was on EVERY... DAMN... CHANNEL. Messing with the wiring, using her artificial ki in order to solder some wires together, and even 'borrow' some of the scrap from the god damn cycloids.
AND!
She ended up completely destroying the television. The young, red dressed android made a mental note to make Breech fix the boob tube next time, or at the very least she can leech off of his own data banks to learn how to do technology in a better way. In a crappy mood, Rebecca took a cycloid that was destined to be scrapped and took him outside, using it as combat practice. Slowly and surely her ingrained combat ability was used to destroy this robot, leaving it a heaping mass of scrap. Pretty much a way to balance out the damage she did to the television.
Taking a seat on top of the torn apart cycloid, Rebecca's own power sensor had went off shortly, only to fade away. She was not able to look at the numbers, so she figured it was something on the end of Cipher doing something crazy on Konats. She didn't sense anyone important nearby the energy she assumed was Cipher, so she went back to doing absolutely nothing. Nothing at all... Except wipe off her Silver Wulf, getting rid of the motor oil that got onto the damned sword due to her skirmish with the pathetic, marked to be scrapped cycloid.
Boredom peaking, started to actively search out the doctor himself, wandering if now would be a good time that she can borrow some of his knowledge, either through active training or by hitching a ride off of his own personal data bank. I mean, she did not have anything else to do ever since Friedo disappeared. The young android completely hoped that he did not wind up dead or, worse, used by SCAR somehow. She knew that SCAR was not the best when it came to appreciating others, but she still held the belief that they only experiment on the willing and the criminals.
Shaking her head out of her stupor, she stood up and used the boosters within her feet to launch herself in the air, rotating a bit to try and figure out which direction the good doctor was in. After some searching, she finally found his specific power signature somewhere out in the middle of the city... Which was odd as all hell. Deciding to check what was up, the little red riding droid zoomed through the air, wanting to approach his location with ease.
By the time she reached the location of Dr. Breech, that same power signature from before spiked again, reaching a level that was much higher than the young droid's full capability. Jeez, it seems that I can't catch a damn break! What is it with this planet and people with astronomical powers deciding to fucking show up unwarranted!? IS THIS ENTIRE PLANET ABLE TO CREATE GENIES THAT GRANT WISHES?! Kami above!
After musing in her own mind, Rebecca decided to do her best to stay out of the vision of this furry newcomer, landing in a nearby alley and in wait. She had gotten a couple new tricks up her sleeve and, seeing as how the good doctor was approximately half this newcomer's strength, he could- no, DEFINITELY will benefit from her handy dandy trickaroony!
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Post by Zyajin on Nov 22, 2016 0:04:06 GMT
PL: 55,675
Medium Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 27,837.5
It turned out that the previous sessions with the red hooded android in the artificial gravity chamber had knocked some of the alignment conduits out of place, which Zyajin discovered when after consuming that annoying human woman he'd returned to the ship to train some more. So he had set about getting the machine repaired with what parts he could acquire... which was somewhat difficult when the aforementioned female android kept taking the better condition parts in her erroneous attempts to "fix" the television. He could of explained to her that it was the receiver dish she would need to work on rather than the visual imaging device itself... but he found some entertainment value from her suffering. Schadenfreude he believed was the correct term for the experience.
In any case, just as he had managed to get the artificial gravity chamber functioning again and he was about to step into it, his senses detected the sudden appearance of a force roughly equating to a quarter of a million units. This bore further investigation. With a heavy sigh as he looked towards the gravity chamber, the green shouldered Bio-Android flicked his tail in annoyance before leaving the ship and flying off towards... the center of town? That was unusual for a power like that to suddenly appear in that sort of location. He had expected it to be out towards the wastes again... unless it was a demonic entity this time around perhaps?
When he arrived he could see that the red hooded Android, hiding in an alley and Doctor Breech confronting some sort of talking wolf. He began to reduce his power level to one unit and then lands next to the female mechanical, raising an eyebrow at the furry creature standing in front of them, observing the exchange. The fact that neither side had chosen to engage in any combat yet indicated that his combat role was not required at this moment in time. Plus he wanted to see if this creature had anything worthwhile to acquire from it.
Energy Suppression: PL = 1
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Post by Dr. Breech on Nov 22, 2016 12:14:59 GMT
Breech chuckled at Samba's angered response. It was to be expected from someone as simple-minded as him, but it was still comical nonetheless. The Doctor simply shook his head, voice still cold as ice as he spoke. "No my dear boy. I am the Advisor to the King of Konats. His people were in dire need of assistance due to being attacked by the Solar Empire, so I stepped in. My Cycloids and I made quick work of the foolish Saiyan Invaders."
His eyes glanced quite briefly to an alley-way not far off. Both Rebecca and Zyajin had arrived, each of them cloaking their true power, most likely in a similar way to Samba. Though he estimated he alone would be enough to deal with the wolf, there was a chance their assistance would actually be needed. Samba's power suddenly rose sharply, reading out at a level that Breech couldn't reach in his current state. Were he to remove his Combat Inhibitors he would more than certainly fair better, but he felt no need to exert himself just yet.
"Just like a wolf to get all riled up... My only desire is to help the people of Konats. If that weren't the case, do you think this city would actually be standing?"
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Post by Samba on Nov 22, 2016 22:48:20 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "W-what?" Involuntarily, Samba took a step back as the Doctor's words washed over him, his greens eyes blinking multiple times in quick successions as he tried to find any sort of sense in that short statement. Finding none, the Zoan shook his head and kept glaring at the man, but because of his previous shock he completely missed the robotic man gaze going to the side, but then again it was so fast that he wouldn't have caught it anyway besides just thinking that it was some sort of twitch in the man's eye. Though his sharp hearing twitched in interested in the direction where Rebecca and Zyajin were hiding from, but besides that the Zoan was completely unaware of any possible ambush in his near future. His lips parted slightly, showing his sharp pearly whites to the world at large, he was almost fooled by the man words but past events reared its ugly head and made him remember who he was speaking to. "Nice try, you almost got me fooled," His form began to exude a faint blue shimmer of energy. "We both know that's complete bullshit; otherwise why would you've attacked Satan City with your squad of Cycloids, eh?!" That mention of long ago sparked another face in his mind-eye, it was some sort of white and viscous looking monster that made short work of their (Daika's, Arias' and his) efforts to stop Dr. Breech with the help of that monster's thralls. He was almost apprehensive of fighting such a being like that once again, but right now he was focused on the Doctor and only him, it was time to settle this. Shaking his head, the Zoan posture changed as his muscles coiled, ready to lunge at any second. "Enough, stop playing mind games with me!" A split second later, Samba form flew forward with a warcry, aiming a barrage of blows at the Doctor's body, ending with a double palm strike aimed right where the old man's sternum should be.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Current PL: 253,577
Used +[N1] Ashura Dream Fist- Samba typically does a combo of clawing and punching, then finishing with a double palm strike to launch his opponent away. His hand and finger movements mimic the biting of a wolf, and sometimes when the combined blows are strong enough it might KO the enemy. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage.
Damage: 83,680 PL heading towards Dr. Breech!
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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Nov 23, 2016 23:35:42 GMT
Making her presence hidden within the alleys, Rebecca steadied her movement to nonexistent, practically becoming a statue right then and there. She sat there as she listened to the furry dog have banter with the bucket head doctor. And apparently this furry dog remembered Dr. Breech, the two of them having met before. And from what she could tell, apparently Breech was causing havoc on Earth. Must've happened before she met up with Katsu and the rest of SCAR. As she stood there, she kept herself calm as she noticed another power level heading its way over to her specific location, one which gave off a specific wavelength of energy and being brought down to just a single power level, quite minuscule.
However, her eyes widened as it turned out to be the green shoulder bio-android himself, Zyajin. And the damn bastard decided to hide in the same location as her! WHAT WAS THIS GUY THINKING!? Rebecca was hiding all alone as she was planning on helping out Breech with support, like a hit and run type of assistance. But Zyajin over here landing next to her meant that if he acted out, her own position was blown. That was not a good idea whatsoever. Patting Zyajin on the shoulder, pointing at the doctor, she crossed her arms in a shield like manner. She didn't have the same telepathy that Contagion had, but she was doing her best to tell Zyajin to make sure to protect the Doctor from harm.
Feeling the need to move to a different location so that both her and Zyajin wouldn't be exposed if one made their actions known, Rebecca reached up to the window above her and slid it open, entering an apartment which was up for sale, which was why the windows were unlocked. The young android made sure to hover in the air a little to avoid touching the ground, as the slightest bit of noise could mean the end of her and Zyajin. She started moving about the apartment complex, moving to higher ground in the building as she kept an eye on the power signatures, noting a big spike heading toward Breech. Must have been an attack. Hopefully Zyajin could do something about it, or Breech can handle himself. Either way, Rebecca had her own plans in mind.
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Post by Zyajin on Nov 24, 2016 1:05:21 GMT
Zyajin noted the red hooded androids reaction to his presence, giving a light shrug in response. He had yet to master the telepathic capabilities as of yet, if his genetic coding enabled him to use such a non-verbal communications method that is, and so had to consider that close quarters gestures was a far better means of communication. Especially since he doubted that Rebecca knew any form of military hand signals, which would have made it pointless for him to have landed in another location besides the one he was in now. Although it seemed that she hadn't considered that since judging by her facial expressions, the red hooded android was displeased to say the least.
Whilst Rebecca relocated herself, the green shouldered Bio-Android assessed the situation after eventually identifying the canine sentient as what was colloquially known as a Zoan back on Earth. Assuming that the creature was in fact from Earth, based solely on its dialogue so far with Doctor Breech. Then the beast began to launch a physical attack against the Doctor, his senses reading its potential power output at just under eighty four thousand units of energy. Zyajin analysed the situation in his mind, the world seemingly slowing down around him as he considered the variables and possible actions.
With his current weighted state, he would need to utilise a maximum level ki barrier field in order to mitigate most of the damage, which he wasn't sure if that would then enable his genetic coding to trigger the Saiyan Zenkai ability. However there was also the Doctor Breech variable to consider, that the Doctors own power levels would be high enough to not only withstand the assault, but also be able to retaliate in a far greater method. Considering these options, Zyajin decided to go with the latter as opposed to the former, observing how Breech would act.
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Post by Dr. Breech on Nov 25, 2016 5:25:27 GMT
"Attacked?! My boy, I think you're mistaken. That was no attack. I was simply testing the parameters of my creations! Nobody of worth was injured in that incident, I assure you."It seemed Breech wasn't getting through to the Zoanthrope. He had a thicker skull than most. Either that, or he was smarter than the Doctor could account for. Regardless of which was the truth, fighting had begun. Samba pulled his fist back, shouting furiously as he darted forwards. The Beast Man tossed out a furious flurry, clawing and punching the doctor with reckless abandon. He'd finish his combination by throwing both fists out at the same time for the finishing blow. The dual-pronged strike landed cleanly, hitting Breech square in the chest. Throughout this entire flurry, Breech had been entirely motionless. His body barely reacted to the strikes launched at him, with only the final one just barely pushing Breech backwards. He chuckled, reaching up to remove the earrings dangling from his lobes. As they snapped off, he could feel more of his Battle Power free up. He deposited the two golden rings into a small compartment hidden behind the skin on his wrist. The compartment snapped shut as the two rings made contact, ensuring they were safe until needed again. "Your Battle Power has increased considerably. Perhaps this will be a good test of my newest upgrades. You don't mind if I take this seriously, do you?" Before the Zoan could respond, Breech would thrust his upper-half forwards, attempting to headbutt Samba in the gut, most likely winding him. Should he succeed, he's follow it up with an uppercut to the jaw, hopefully knocking the massive beast flat on his back. "This will be the first time in ages that I've removed my Combat Inhibitors. You should consider it a great honor to witness what I truly have to offer!"Breech would place his hands behind his back as a flash of red would appear in the center of his normally icy-blue eyes. His scanners had a complete lock on Samba's life force. It would be hard for him to escape now.
[KP: 2/3]
Used [SU1] Force of Will to negate all damage from Ashura Dream Fist.
Medium Weights removed! Current PL: 379,992!
[UT1] Lock-On System Used! Breech is slightly more accurate with his non-tech attacks (just for flavor)
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Post by Samba on Nov 25, 2016 21:27:20 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Nobody of worth, those words rang through the Zoan's mind as he continued his assault on the Doctor, getting more and more frustrated when even though the old man did nothing to dodge them, it didn't seem to even phase him at all! It was like he was an immovable object of some sorts, the fact that the Doctor didn't even change his expression was the most infuriating part for him. Then, once those earrings that seemed to have kept the man's true powers at bay were taken off, Breech began his own attack with swift precision and deadly accuracy. He was left breathless as his gut was headbutted by what seemed like pure steel going at an eighty miles an hour in a short burst of time; mouth hanging open in shock as he tried to regain back his stolen breath, the Zoan didn't see the uppercut until it was too late, the punch forcefully closing his jaws with a clicking noise that rang through the area. Tasting blood in his mouth, Samba realized that he almost bit his tongue in half. Righting himself in the air, the Zoan used a palm to brace his fall and then like a coiled spring, he jumped up and back to create some distance between him and the Doctor. "Argh... motherfucker..." Samba's chest rose up and down as he slowly regained his breathing under control, swiping a paw across his muzzle to clean the slobber and specks of blood that matted his fur. Rolling his jaws, the Zoan winced at every motion they made, that would sting like hell tomorrow. "You're a riot, did someone ever tell you that?" Samba spit on the ground, his eyes attempting to glare a hole right between the Doctor's eyes. "Well, come on, then!" Samba made a 'bring it' motion with his right hand as he stood up straight and fell back into a battle stance, feets apart and shoulders at the ready to spring forth to attack. "You made such a big deal of this, the least you could do is the honors of attacking me, isn't it?" As he said so, his power level began to spike again, rising considerably for a few seconds, for those that had a scouter or could put a number to that reading; Samba's Power Level would read towards the three hundred and fifty thousand.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Used Ki Setting once again! Current PL: 350,000 PL. Regained 1KP this turn. |
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Nov 27, 2016 3:58:39 GMT
Sprinting through the building, Rebecca made her way up the rather tall building, having to actually use her rapier to actually stab through the door knobs to get through some of them. Damn Konatsians being so kind and courteous to lock all doors that were not in use. After managing to make it to the roof, she would look over the edge of the building, noticing that Dr. Breech was rather fine. In fact, as she looked at them, it seemed the numbers between the bucket headed man and the furry asshole were now about the same. This was in all honesty the best situation to have occur.
Rebecca knew for a damn fact that the Doctor was one tough cookie, one which she knew for a damn fact could not die to such a random jerk. Just looking at the furred man, she could easily deduce that he was quite literally a pervert as he kept showing his body off to the world while wearing the least amount of clothing possible. SURE he had fur, but he was completely naked underneath all that fur. Just the thought of someone trying to pull what the furred asshole was doing made the young android wince in complete pain, needing to focus on something entirely different.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she hovered to the corner of the building which see what the hell Zyajin was doing, as she needed to keep her mind running or else she could drive herself insane. Just as she peered over the edge, a thought ran by in her head, one which made complete sense once she actually realized it was a good idea. Smiling quite fiendishly now, her core started to be put to the test as Rebecca started charging power into a particularly new function that she was able to abuse. I mean, its not like the furry crap-sniffer would be able to sense the android at all as she charged her newly realized Vermillion Scream! I mean, since she wasn't doing anything, she might as well prep herself to use this technique at the drop of a dime
[N1] Vermillion Scream ~ Charging ~ 33% -> 66% next round.
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Post by Zyajin on Nov 28, 2016 10:01:04 GMT
Zyajin observed the clash between Doctor Breech and the lupine Zoanthrope's powers, before blinking as the beastial creature raised its power level once more. Just how much energy is this thing holding back from us? he wondered to himself. Now though the situation was starting to shift... according to the green-shouldered Bio-Androids internal calculations, Doctor Breech still held more power than this Samba thing... although not by very much. The gap had effectively closed between them, although the mechanical physician still had his own booster system that he could utilise if this beast managed to increase its power again beyond this state. That however required them to know what this creatures full capabilities were... which required a tipping point in the beasts mental faculties.
The Bio-Android deliberated for a moment before nodding to himself as he reached his conclusion as to how to create such an event. By making the scales seem tipped against him. Zyajin walked over towards Doctor Breech, casually glancing at the beast as he walked to the Doctor's side, before releasing the suppression of his power, although he kept himself in his weighted state. "I wonder Doctor Breech," he began to say even as he started to charge up his own energy in preparation of an attack by the degenerate beast, "is your core perhaps secreting some sort of pheromone? I ask only because you seem to have this knack of late to attract anthropomorphic entities to your location." the Bio-Android inquired.
Energy Suppression: OFF
PL: 27,837.5
Charging: [UP2] Barrier Wave, 132% Next Turn
[UP2] Barrier Wave: By generating a bio-electrical aura around himself, Zyajin can negate 66% PL Damage
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Post by Dr. Breech on Nov 29, 2016 13:38:33 GMT
Breeches attack landed cleanly, causing the Zoanthrope to be flung forcefully into the air. It took Samba but mere moments to correct his trajectory, stopping his motion mid-air only to land gracefully a fair distance away from his Iron-Skinned Adversary. An impressive feat, Breech thought to himself. The Zoan taunted Breech, seemingly attempting to goad him into being the aggressor. "My endeavors in the comedic arts were met with little fanfare," Breech retorted. His eyes scanned the furry body of the creature once more. His power had risen quite a bit. How much did he have hiding in him? It would be easy to assume Samba was already at his limit, but it was never a good idea to underestimate your opponents. "I think I much prefer watching you flail uselessly against my superior form. Why not try again? Maybe this time you'll achieve something with that worthless power of yours."His eyes shifted to the side, noting the sizable increase in Zyajin's Battle Power. It wasn't his full power, not by any means, but it would be enough to deal with this mutt. "Perhaps you are correct Zyajin. We always run into the filthiest dogs nowadays, don't we?" He chuckled lightly to himself, before glancing skyward. Rebecca was also gathering her energy. They were playing things defensively for the time being--perhaps a wise choice due to the uncertainty in the power of their opponent. "Come on then, puppy. Show me something worth my time, or else I might have to exterminate you quickly."
[KP: 3/3]
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Post by Dr. Breech on Dec 9, 2016 6:14:16 GMT
Breech sighed in annoyance. Samba was trying his patience. He needed to end this, and soon. There were much more important matters at hand! Experiments to conduct, rebels to squash, and people to lead. Speaking of people, there were quite a few gathering around this quartet of warriors. They weren't close enough to be a part of the collateral damage, but they were near enough to see full well what was going on. From their point of view, the King's Advisor was being accosted by some strange dog man. A few of them considered calling for the guards, but decided against it for now. "I think I've had enough of this! Your presence endangers my people, and I won't stand for it!"Without another word, Breech fired a twin set of violet Ki beams from his eyes. They raced towards Samba, aiming to pierce his fur-covered chest, and puncture his heart, killing him instantly. If Samba didn't act soon, his goose would most certainly be cooked!
[KP: 0/3] Fired [MP3] Ocular Lazers MK. III! 100% Charged for a damage potential of: 379,992! Intent to kill. Sorry to skip you Samba, but we been waiting a while. If Samba does not post within 48 hours, the MP3 will hit and kill him. |
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