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Post by Levlidian on Nov 24, 2016 16:16:53 GMT
Levlidian strode into the waiting area and slumped against the sofa to which he fell upon, wrapped about his jaw and supported by his right hand was a hefty ice pack and he'd examine the developing black eye Tomoyo had given him. Bah, he wasn't going to live this one down but it was a better title to be known by: 'Beaten by a Kid' rather than 'Beater of Kids'. All about him sat a beautiful decor, four sofas arranged in a square formation, behind them sat a large 50" screen TV which seemed to depict each fight as they occurred within smaller boxes. Leaning forward, he thought he recognised a few fighters and of course there they were, Retsu, Marcel, Hinawa- wait. With a furrowng brow as he leaned further, "Is that a god damn Saibaman in a cape!?"
Well, seems this world takes all sorts he thought and settled back again against the creme sofa. Each wall was depicted with a photo of fighters past, competitions past and his obsidian eyes curled about the frame of the room. In the back was a large pool table and a bar to which Levlidian was quick to acquire the locale of. Darting up the small stairs into the section he'd snatch a bottle of whiskey and begin pouring himself a drink. Seemingly in a rush but oh how he needed it, that Saiyan pride was jutting his ribs for what he'd done.
It seemed as though Tulip was fighting too, each of those he recognised looked stronger, certainly confident and they coveted their fights like professionals. Exchanges were many, Lev' found himself grinning and admiring some styles whilst criticising others quite openly, today was turning out to be pretty beneficial. Able to study each fighter, to see how they react in specific positions and moments in a combat situation. This was valuable information and as he'd tempt himself with the alcohol; the beast rose to find the sofa in which he'd lean against.
So many powerful people of all shapes and sizes, Earth was really shaping up to be quite the realm to live in and a chuckle followed suit as he witnessed a few near misses. "Wonder who'll be joining me," Levlidian asked no one in particular with a sly grin as he tempted himself with the musty alcohol.
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 26, 2016 0:35:23 GMT
[Thread PL: 30,793 | Heavy Weights on, weighted PL: 7,698 ]
"Miss, we should really look at that more-" "Oh give me a break, will you? I've dealt with worse wounds before by laying in a cave, semi-conscious, for three weeks!" Shooing away a rather persistent nurse, Hinawa stumbled into the waiting area for the fighters that had already lost in the tournament. Grumbling something under her breath, the fox-girl tugged slightly on the bandage around her right leg - the damn thing was rubbing right against the weighted boot on it... With a sigh, she stumbled over to one of the sofas, and with a content sigh, sat down. Only THEN did she notice that her old Saiyan friend, Levlidian, was also already here. Giving him an exhausted wave, the woman quickly noticed how he was right at the bar pouring himself a drink. Time to be mean.
"Hey Lev. So I just fought the leader of Earth, premier Vi-Poi. What's your excuse?" With a slight grin, she leaned back into the soft, comfortable sofa. Yeah, this beat her hard bed back at the spaceship after sparring with Emer. And hey, she wasn't bleeding from multiple wounds. Despite getting beaten silly by the android at one point, all she really had to show for it were a bunch of bruises and some cramped muscles, but she looked more beat than she had back when she collapsed right onto the Saiyan after teaching him how to truly control his emotions and Ki. In fact, she was pretty darn tired, but didn't want to actually fall asleep before seeing the outcome of this tournament.
"Since you seem to be pretty lively still, be a dear and fetch me a cold beer. If I have to move another step then I swear I'll just collapse." Of course she was being melodramatic, but hey. He was right there next to the bar. Might as well use that fact.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 26, 2016 0:46:01 GMT
Levlidian eyed Hinawa as she entered, the stare from his obsidian orbs was an odd one and he hardly uttered a word as he slowly clambered off the stool, swallowing the rest of his alcohol before turning to stride towards the small fridge; as he tugged the item open and retrieved a bottle of beer, he spoke. The flesh about his right eye shone with a heavy bruise and swelled partly but it was true, he didn't seem any worse for ware, even as he stood there was no betrayal of any other injuries what so ever.
"I lost to Tomoyo," his voice was gruff, irritable and thus he'd turn on his heel then descend the stairs for the Sofa to which she sat. "He didn't fight back at first, so I pushed him and pushed him until he finally lashed out in a rage and knocked me out," the beasts jaw drew taught as he simply dropped the alcohol beside her and rounded the structure to stand over her. "I saw the fight," and he leaned in to grant her a tight, one armed hug, "You're an idiot,". It lasted a moment, then he'd rise and fall on the sofa beside her without another word about it. Silence fell, but Levlidian merely debated telling her why but chose to allow it to sit as her question to ask, a small grin appeared about his lips as he watched the Tv screen. "Looks like Marcel lost too,"
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Post by Tomoyo on Nov 26, 2016 2:21:45 GMT
SPEAKING OF THE DEVIL:
Tomo was currently limping down the hallway covered in SEVERAL bandages on his arms, legs, face, and even his arm resting in a sling. Certainly the fight against that jerk Saiyan, Levlidian, had not been fun and Tomo swears that a second longer and he would have been beaten into unconsciousness... now that Tomo recalls it though, he STILL can't remember how he won! All the child really remembers was getting pounded to a pulp by the older Saiyan, blocking his knee, and the next second the meanie was embedded 3 inches in a concrete wall!
"Hnn. It's not fair!" Whimpered the child as he limped along the wall while holding the wooden railing for support. "The one time I fight good and I can't even remember it!" Tears formed in the corner of Tomo's eyes as the weight of the beating he had taken as well as the emotional strain from earlier began piling up... but just as he was about to break into full blown sobs, something caught his eye. Looking on, Tomo could have sworn around the corner, he had seen a fluffy bit of fur pass around the corner... a very familiar fluff of fur.
Stumbling past the rails and nearly tripping over himself, Tomo just barely slipped through the main doorway and into the room just as the double doors closed shut to spot a sight that made him sigh in gleeful relief.
It was Hinawa!
"Hina!!!" Tomo screamed as he forgot momentarily his injuries before launching himself through the air to simultaneously tackle and hug the Zoanthrope reclining in soft and comfortable sofa. Landing on the girl's lap, Tomo gave her a big hug while just happy to see a familiar face. "Hina! I entered, and then this meanie hit me, and then i gots beat up, and then I won, and then I forgot, and then this meanie left me alone, and everything hurts~" Moaning while drowning his sorrows in disjointed whines, the distraught child was just about to elaborate further until he noticed almost a few meters away said "meanie" that had beaten him up.
Scrambling to the side and onto the couch in the opposite direction of Levlidian, Tomo tried shielding himself behind Hinawa's form while staring at the intimidating Saiyan male. "That's him!" He declared, pointing his finger across her form and towards the mean man that beat him up badly.
The same arm that had been put into a sling; raising the question of why he was even wearing a sling anyway...
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Post by Tourit on Nov 26, 2016 20:41:07 GMT
“Evening, gentlemen and lady.” Tourit said as he opened the lounge’s door. “I figured some of you haven’t met me yet, and I haven’t met some of you yet, so let’s get acquainted.” The prince walked over to the bar, and grabbed a can of soda and took a swig of it. “As you hopefully know, I’m the host of this tournament. I’ve already met some of the contestants in person, but,” Tourit looked at the contestants that had gathered in the lounge. “All I see are new faces.”
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Post by Tenshi on Nov 26, 2016 21:06:05 GMT
Tenshi walked in after her husband, looking around at all the people in the room. She was rather surprised to spot a child in the room. Why would a child be fighting in such a dangerous tournament? She just pushed it to the back of her head as Tourit walked away to grab himself a drink. She was nervous, almost shy, because she hadn't spoken to many earthings on their trip here, at least earthlings who didn't have aggressive attitudes. But as a royal figure, she stood up straight and spoke like she would to civilians on Tayona. "Hello everyone. I am Princess Tenshira, Prince Tourit's wife. It's wonderful seeing all of the eager fighters on this planet." She nodded to them, walking to the bar near her husband.
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 27, 2016 15:39:06 GMT
"Tomoyo? I knew that little kid had some hidden strength in him." Of course, she also knew that that hidden strength didn't even compare to Levlidian's power, but she'd leave it at that for now. The fox-girl returned the short, tight hug with a slight, content smile. Crazy to think that at first, these two couldn't stand each other at all. It was a short gesture between the two, but more wasn't needed. With him plopping down on the couch next to her, she just smirked slightly. "Heh... yeah, I am an idiot. But a determined idiot at least."
A bit of silence fell over them. Hinawa took a drink from the beer that Lev had brought her - yeah, not a bad feeling. Sure, she had lost, but sitting here watching the others fight together with Lev... there were worse fates in the world. "Yeah, seems like Marcel is still too much of a good guy." Hinawa shook her head slightly - she had felt the power of the guy he fought back when everyone registered, Marcel was far more powerful. Maybe the whole thing with nearly getting Lev killed still haunted him? It was a real possibility. The other fights that were still going on at least got some attention from her now, as she watched the fighters with some interest - but without actually fighting them, there was no way for her to copy their styles to add to her own mix of different ones.
"So about Tomoyo-"
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Suddenly, a very familiar small Hybrid suddenly shouted her name, and jumped right on top of him! Hinawa barely had time to put her drink back onto the table before the Tomo-impact, making her give off a groan of pain mixed with a chuckle. "Hey Tomo. Slow it down a bit, just got back from my match..." Patting the kid on the head, she smiled a bit. The boy really was a whirlwind, wasn't he? His mouth was like a waterfall, giving her a recap at the speed of light - until Tomoyo noticed Lev on her other side, and tried to hide behind her, causing the Kitsune to actually start laughing - only to wince.
"Oh kais it hurts to laugh. Anyway, don't worry, Tomo. Lev doesn't bite. He's just a bit rough around the edges." She had not seen their fight, but judging from how Tomo was acting right now and from how lively he was, then the young hybrid looked a lot worse for wear than he actually was. "You're a strong boy, so you'll only get tougher if it hurts now." Ruffling the hair of Tomoyo a bit, she looked up when two others entered the room. Wait, a prince and princess? What, was this some sort of royally decreed tournament? Oh, who was she to judge - she was technically called a priestess according to the documents of her family. People didn't get to pick their titles.
"Nice tournament you're hosting, Tourit." Still, she'd give the guy no illusions about actually using any sort of title when addressing him - she simply lazily waved to them, she was still way too beat to actually do much more. "You probably know already, but I'm Hinawa Hyoukai from the Yunzabit Highlands."
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 28, 2016 1:06:14 GMT
"Well, you're honest," he joked, "I've never seen you so worked up, have to admit it was jealosy inducing, I almost wished I was Vi-poi to test myself against all that rage," another laugh followed but she brought to his attention, Marcels possible flaw. Hinawa was right, Marcel boasted a far higher powerlevel than Collan but a loss was always possible. The tactics were sound, his form was good but then why did itvendvthe way it did; curse that smoke screen hinderingbhis view.
"Mmm, it'll be the death of him at this rate," irritation met the beasts brow a moment at the prospect. A glance saw the oddity which was calm between the pair, things had progressed this far between the friends? Hm, with a short tug of his lips upwards in contemplation he simply accepted they'd developed this trust and want to 'hang out'. Hinawa's fight bothered Levlidian, from what he had seen there was a desperation he'd not seen before, not in the Fox at least and the prospect of death to that desire courted a further frown from him; he'd have to ask. That, however never came to be.
The sudden laugh from his friend and a familar voice finally tore Levlidian's iron bound attention free of the combat. There was hos former opponent cowering next to her at the sight of the Saiyan. Tempting his lips with the contents of his glass tumbler, he found it odd Tomoyo responded this way to him; especially since he'd defeated Lev' not long ago. With a sigh he betrayed a sudden smile and with an adjustment his obsidian eyes locked onto the pair. "She has a point," he noted.
Yet no more would be shared as a new group arrived, their introduction drew a sly grin from the young Saiyan; he over looked Tomoyo's out burst then granted the kid a friendly wink. "Greetings, s'a pleasure to meet you both I'm Levlidian, formerly of Planet Vegeta. It was an honour to participate in your tournament," he bowed his head a moment before courting his lips with the remnants of his alcohol, "Do you do this option?" These souls were Royalty, really? Huh, the Saiyan supposed it took all types yet, it was a wonder what had drawn them to do this.
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Post by Tomoyo on Nov 29, 2016 1:09:37 GMT
Bracing himself behind Hinawa's form, Tomoyo's finger still stood pointing at Levlidian's nonchalant form while quivering slightly for a few more seconds before the child reluctantly withdrew his appendage. Curling up next to the hurt Kitsune, Tomo sought protection with at least a friend he trusted before his attention was quickly drawn away by the arrival of the two newcomers.
As you hopefully know, I’m the host of this tournament.
Hopping up from the couch, Tomo was just about to start bounding over to the self-proclaimed prince before he was stopped mid-bounce as a pain shot through his arm. "EEK!" Shrieking for a second, the hybrid child carefully replaced his arm back into its sling before once more making his way towards the man... but a little slower. "Hi! I'm Tomo! I'm 11 years ago!" He began, addressing the person just like he would anyone else regardless of rank. "I got beat up! Wanna be friends?" Uttering a statement completely disjointed and not relating to each other at all, true to form Tomo offered up Tourit one of his innocent smile before turning away from the guy to his wife.
"Woah! You're a princess!? That's so cool! Do you have a castle and a horse?" His mouth gaping in awe at the majestic figure of the demon princess, Tomo walked up closer to Tenshi before beaming at her too. "I'm Tomoyo! I'm 11 years old! Wanna be friends?" Offering up the same greeting he did her husband as if Tenshi had not been standing a few feet away seconds before, it would be quite hard to put a damper on such a lighthearted and kind mood.
Looking on back as Tourit went to fetch himself a drink, Tomoyo followed suit like a trailing puppy before tugging on the adult's garment as he took a swig from his 'adult beverage.' "Can I have one too? I'm thirsty!"
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Post by Tourit on Nov 29, 2016 4:17:29 GMT
Tourit was taken aback a bit by the kid that had just approached. “Well, it does indeed look like you got beat up.” He said, eyeing the young hybrid’s sling before grabbing him a soda. He politely opened the can for his new friend, and put it on the counter for him. “Well, sure. I’m always up for new friends.” Tourit offered a warm smile to Tomoyo. “It’s really awesome that you’re competing at such a young age. I started actually training at eight.” Before Tourit knew it, however, the young kid had run over to Tenshi. “Heh. Kids.” It had been a while since Tourit had been so calm and relaxed. He had been fighting people so much he forgot what it felt like to melt into a couch. This calmness wouldn’t last, however, as the building started shaking and spilled his drink on him. Rather annoyed, he looked up at one of the screens and discovered that the source was from one of the fights, namely the one between Polara and the Premier of Earth. “Ok, now I’m starting to feel as if making the champion of all this fight ME wasn’t a very good idea.” He thought to himself. Trying to keep a calm demeanor, he attempted a joke. “Your Premier should be more careful. A leaders goal should be to help his nation, not cause an earthquake on it.”
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Post by Tenshi on Nov 29, 2016 4:48:07 GMT
Tenshi smiled at the child, kneeling so she was at his height. Tenshi had always loved children, and had a natural motherly instinct, and seeing the child brought that out. "It's very nice to meet you, Tomoyo. Yes, I am a princess, and I live in a castle back at home with all of that! Of course I'll be your friend, sweetheart." She said, patting his head. It was hard to imagine such a young, sweet boy could fight in this competition. That thought was pushed far when the ground began shaking. This made her more worried for her husband. She got up, grabbing a towel for her husband. "Tourit... Please reconsider... If they can cause damage this intense.." She became terrified what could happen to him. She gave it to him before walking back to the child.
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Post by Marcel Law on Nov 29, 2016 5:19:54 GMT
( Marcel minus the shirt) ( Hunter) (Marcel's PL: 92,219 suppressed to 20) Yet another loss has found its way to Marcel.... The hybrid would enter through the door leading into the Losers Lounge. He sported the attire he wore during the tournament save for his shirt which hung over his shoulder, medical bandage wrapped around his stomach. He made his way to an empty couch, not saying a word to anyone else in the room, including the familiar faces. Though he took it a lot better earlier, Marcel wasn't taking this loss well now. Every battle Marcel has been in would always result in him losing, making him contemplate whether he was really fit to help protect this planet. Perhaps he should just throw in the towel on this goal of his. Hunter would then kick the door down, and enter the room, shaking his head some. "Marcel, Marcel, Marcel..." the green haired android would repeat casually with his arms crossed as he made his way to Marcel who looked up to him. "Not sure what happened back there since I was...rudely kicked out, but with you being here, I'm guessing ya lost..." Hunter plopped himself next to Marcel who looked away in a bit of annoyance at his android 'wingman' "But hey! Look on the bright side! It looks like that Collar fellow, or whatever gave ya a nice scar on your nose." he said as he proceeded to pat the hybrid on the back. "Chicks dig those." he'd snicker before giving Law a thumbs up.
"....I've always had this scar." Marcel said, plainly while still looking away from the android who blinked a few times in confusion. "Wait, really?" the simple minded man questioned before shrugging it off. "Weeeellll, the point is that ya shouldn't be all down in the dumps. Sure, you lost to some dude who was waaaayyyy lower than ya, and you SHOULD feel bad about it, but..." Hunter looked over to Marcel, finally realizing that he wasn't helping the hybrid one bit. The android decided to get up, chuckling nervously as he placed a hand on Marcel's shoulder. "Ehhh, maybe I should leave...I'm not suppose to be back here anyway....or at these grounds in general." he rubbed the back of his head before walking off, but before noticing Lev, and Hinawa. "Oh, hey cutie! Hey...guy who looks A LOT like a lady from the back...." Finally Hunter would walk out before peeking back in to look at the downed door.
"Someone should REALLY get that fixed..." he'd say before FINALLY leaving.
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Polara Thermia
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PL: 48,296
Brute Form(x5) Monster Form(x8) True Form(x10)
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Tag: @polarathermia
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Post by Polara Thermia on Nov 29, 2016 12:54:04 GMT
PL: 39,743 Suppressed: Active
Polara stumbled in slightly, still trying to keep her head high despite the massive loss she'd suffered fighting the Azure Administrator. It was to be expected; he was the ruler of this planet after all, no reason why he wouldn't be legions stronger. The kis around the bleeding arcosian were different in terms of race, and she sat down on a nearby recliner and propped herself up to attempt to relax it off.
Her everything was sore from Vi's 6 million plus power level attack, and she was surprised she hadn't been completely vaporize but instead pretty badly hurt. There were scratches on her white bio-armor and a cracked gem on her forearm, albeit the crack wasn't noticeable due to it's minority. The sounds of voices around the hurting ex-general were a blur of sound, as she really wasn't up to focus on the situation. "Kaio-damn it.."
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 29, 2016 23:39:13 GMT
"Well that kid certainly has a bunch of energy." commenting with a smirk as Tomoyo raced off to say hello to the ones that had called for the tournament, Hinawa emptied the rest of her cold beer. This was just the stuff that she needed after fighting that hard and nearly breaking down - perfect to make her calm and relaxed. The sudden shaking that went through the building, though, caught her a bit unaware. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at the screen - and saw a weird alien getting blasted to hell and back by Vi-Poi. Ouch. Hinawa actually cringed slightly as she watched the screen, and noticed how uneasy their hosts suddenly looked. Towards the comment about him being the leader, though, she simply scoffed.
"Vi-Poi is pretty damn strong, but I don't care if he calls himself the leader of Earth or not. Nobody's the leader of me, that's for sure. I'm a one-woman show, thank you very much." The simple idea of being like Aina and working for the Blue Banner Army made her frown. She had seen what the SSE had done to Levlidian, and Aina had apparently worked as a damn assassin for the BBA - she herself had techniques definitely suited to assassination, not least of which her transformation abilities, but she'd never let others use her like that. The simple idea made her all tingly inside for the wrong reasons, so she felt quite good about how her response to a job offer from the Azure Administrator had been a fiery punch to the face - even if it had done less lasting damage than a fly stinging someone.
More losers began to file in. First was Marcel, followed by a reason for Hinawa's frown to get deeper - a slight twitch of her left eyelid began as well. Hunter, the perverted android... If she wasn't still feeling like someone just wrung her out with all of the force of a storm giant, she'd plant a foot right up the robo-dolt's crotch right about now. ESPECIALLY when he dared to call her cutie before leaving.
"I swear to Kami I'll shove that bastard's head so far up his own... Oh hey, Marcel." Quickly distracting herself before she went into a full tirade, she gave the hybrid a quick greeting, leaning back on the rather nice sofa next to Levlidian. "I thought you had that one in the bag. Guess we'll all have to be more prepared for the next tournament." A short while after - the person that actually got the full brunt of Vi-Poi's barrage walked in! Staggering, bleeding a bit, but definitely already up and walking. Hinawa had to admire that resolve and resilience, even if the alien looked as if someone had hit her with a comet the size of the Earth itself.
"Hey... Polara, was it?" Hinawa took a quick glance at the standings on another screen to confirm. Thankfully, finding out the names of people in this lounge was rather easy thanks to it. "Nice show out there against Vi-Poi. Now can you - or anyone else here - maybe tell me WHAT the hell he is? I've never seen something move and talk without a Ki Signature before. Well, aside from Marcel's weird buddy, but I try to ignore him as best as I can." asking the question into the whole room instead of just towards the beaten and battered alien, she wondered if anyone here knew - or if maybe all of them knew and she was the only one out of the loop. Either way, she wanted to know the full story now.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 30, 2016 0:10:31 GMT
"Oh you have no idea how much energy," snickered Levlidian as Tomo' vanished.
Glancing over his shoulder at the conversation between those running the tournament and he couldn't help but boast a sly grin before shaking his spined crown, "If i'm honest your ring is holding up pretty damn we-," the shaking began and a pair of obsidian orbs darted for the ring under the strain of the attack. That guy, the one Hinawa had fought had just ruined an enormous creature with power he'd never felt before. Suddenly, all of his training and preparation, it just didn't seem like enough thus lev' swallowed hard. "-I take that back, that man is a monster. I have to give you more respect Hin', you got basketballs to fight something like that, so does who ever that is," With one hand he'd gesture a finger for Polara as the Acorsian was removed from the battle. "Though, I get what you're saying about leaders, ain't for me either. still doesn't change the fact that these Alpha powers exist; but I'm going to exceed all of them," a firey decleration to say the least.
This entire endeavour had summoned a relevant amount of pride from the tailess Warrior, a stern tight jaw, muscles flexed to taught in excitement, Levlidian almost regretted throwing his match with Tomo'; he'd missed out on so much potential. "Damn," he muttered, "Shouldn't have thrown myself out, it could have been me against that president guy, showing my mettle against one fo the big Dogs," his voice was carried on a very, very low key to which he'd glance about only in part through guilt. The bruise he suffered unto that very pride he held so dear was one than began to grow sore; acting the decent soul was one hell of a pain in his arse.
Looking to the door, brow raising, Lev' spied Marcel after the outburst of greeting aside him, then the vacating Android to which he peered to his Fox friend being sure she didn't pull what she did back at her abode, nothing occurred and he sighed with relief to the notion."Hey Marce', tough luck buddy but looks like the three of us underestimated the small frys. We came here unprepared for what we got; but pain is weakness leaving the body. we'll all do better in the next one," a grin of amusement matched his Saiyan features whilst those on the big screen gawked and jabbered about the greatness of the President.
It was at that very time Polara staggered through the door drawing Levlidian's attention, quickly he vaulted the back of the sofa and took Polara's hand for a moment in a vigorous shake of respect. "You absolute ballsy bastard," he laughed, "Well done, I have got to fight you as well some time, you're so much stronger than back at North capitol, I'm impressed; good bloody show," as quick as he'd moved to greet the Acrosian was as quick as he'd shifted back upon the seat, dispersing into a field of Ki then appearing with a heavy flop beside Hinawa again. "So many powerful fighters here, reckon I need to invest in a phone or something, see about getting some communication networks set up in order to challenge them all," the excitement and arrogance blazed within the broad grin of Levlidian and exhaled; "Though, everything that lives gives of an energy signature, the only one I've never seen do it was that Hunter fellow and this 'president' guy. Y'think they have something in common? If they don't give off a power radius, then, does that make them artificial, perhaps dead?"
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