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Post by Hazerru on Dec 1, 2016 10:41:09 GMT
[Base PL: 19,952] [Effects: Heavy Weights Equipped, PL Reduced by 75% => 4988] [KP: 3/3] [Tags: Speenatch ]
North of East Capitol, vast empty plains stretched as far as the eyes could see. Green fields slowly but surely covered by clear, white snow. Several paved paths crossed through this mostly uninhabited area, giving the entire place a desolate feel. Some trees here and there, with the occasional farm making use of the empty, vast spacing...Nothing worth mentioning, mostly. The only thing that could really catch anyone's eye is the small village that could be seen in the distance, where the land turned as white as clouds. Hazerru's sights and attention were mostly set on this small establishment, although unsurely. Hands fiddled around in his pockets, eyes absentmindedly gazing around as his feet continuously stepped forward. He seemes...Nervous, insecure...Unsure. Nothing was wrong with him, nor did he feel scared or sick. The main problem he had was...
''Where the fuck am I...?'' ...That. Hands continued to search inside his wide pockets, attempting to fish out his saving grace: his cellphone. Taking out the device, he began to lazily navigate through the thing, swiping page after page to find some sort of Map. He continued to walk forward, the intense weight of his boots nearly cracking the pavement under him with every step. Finally figuring out where his map was after failing to notice it, he opened it. Apparently, he was nearing some small village his device only barely recognized. ''...Jingle Village? Some name...'' He muttered, eyebrows curving up in an unenthusiastic fashion.
Honestly, he just felt like turning back right then and there. Hazerru had reluctantly decided to travel out of the city for a while on a training trip, leaving the comfort of his lovely home after a heartwarming visit. Surely, he would come back, but meeting up with his father re-ignited his desire to train and grow stronger. His old man would surely get disappointed if he found out he'd been slacking. He had his parents to thank for a good preparation, though. On his back, a single-strap backpack was hugged tightly to his back. Inside were several containers filled with capsules, all with their own contents for various situations. Whatever would happen today, Hazerru would surely be prepared...!
...Right?
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 2, 2016 3:33:43 GMT
For another individual, the "empty" plains were actually quite full. Full of... snow! Wonderful, white snow! And with no hints of pollution or crime like the slush that usually formed in Satan City! Not to mention the beautiful trees, standing tall and proud... though they were also coated with a nice, and fluffy layer of snow. Them and the mountains and hills that dotted the landscape every now and then. It was so sparkling, so pure...
"So friggin cold..." He muttered this to himself as he pulled his "cloak" a bit tighter around his shoulders. It didn't really offer much protection from the cold at all. Heck, it was doing less than the rest of his multiple layers of clothing were. None of them were coats... instead he was wearing a sweatsuit over his vest, t-shirt, gi, jeans, gi-pants... and all of that. Along with that, he was wearing his now-wet, pink boots. What protection they might have offered, he did not know. He'd stopped being able to feel his feet a few hours ago.
He wished that his ki-channeling did more to keep the cold at bay. But as it was, he was barely keeping hypothermia staved off.
'But that's why ya came out here, Speenatch. That's why ya left the nice, warm jungle... so ya could toughen up... Travelling all alone, out into the frozen northern reaches. Far away from everything else... like warm beds. Or company that isn't the non-talkin' kind of bear.'
Before his loneliness could set in properly however, Speenatch felt a familiar presence. One that he hadn't felt since that one day out in the desert... Though that presence also felt a bit stronger, like fuel had been added to its fire. And as his shaded eyes (the shades actually helped quite a bit with cutting down on snow-glare) gazed over the horizon... he saw the figure whose presence he felt.
Then he began to run... At dizzying speeds. Far faster than most people would be able to maintain, enough to rival a snow-mobile or a car on the icy roads.
"HEY YOU! Yeah, you! ...WITH THE GLASSES!" He called out and waved his hands as he zipped up towards Hazerru. With no intent of slowing down it seemed. Not unless his plan was to use the skinny nerd to stop him, and with how his hands were held open for a hug, it seemed like that was his plan.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 2, 2016 5:21:58 GMT
PL: 2,750 With permission from the author I have been allowed to join.
The land stretched out before him like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white, the morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even now reflected in the porcelain landscape it could blind. It was a thick blanket of white, trees peeked out under their new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossed each other around the place. A winter wonderland.
--- "I said to him, I'd put him in the ground but did anyone listen, no?" He raised his hand and with it brought a long necked bottle to his lip's, his mouth turning to an oval to suckle at it with great greedy mouthfuls. The clear liquid sloshed down the side of his mouth forming in rivulets under his chin and between his skin and clothing. He was trying the tried and tested technique of drinking away the cold. "No one listens.. Hic!" A slur sneaking its way into his voice like an unfaithful husband sneaking back into the house in the dead of night, and like that this too would end in a ear splitting headache.
"What on Kami's frozen balls is going on over there." He raised a hand to his brow shield his eye's from the sun and saw a man charging a smaller man with glasses? I guess even out here there are bullies. "I should probably sense their strengths, or something." And with an expression of concentration he sent out the tendrils of his mind, probing the small places tugging on the ephemeral. "Right, hic! bid guy not so much, glasses kid. Oh, well that's frightening. But nothing ventured is nothing gains, right liquid courage?" He gave the bottle a look and unsurprisingly the bottle didn't return it. "Lets go."
He trudged towards the duo his head covered by a woollen cap, his horns poking out through two holes in it. Tiny little icicles had began to form and hang off it like decoration on some tiny barren Christmas trees. He wore a woollen coat that draped down him to his feet. His face was flushed red with drink and a curved smile was plastered to his lip's, it displayed his canines in a lazy predatorial grin.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 2, 2016 16:16:22 GMT
PL: 38,282 | Finally entering the thread, sorry about all of the delays!
It had been awhile since Nabel wore newly bought and freshly cleaned clothing. That was an unfortunate inevitability of his lifestyle, it seemed. Traveling around the countryside with no permanent source of income or guaranteed shelter didn't do his wardrobe any favors. Nor did it aid his slowly reforming self-confidence. And after his internal emotional episode upon meeting a certain aged wise-man, the former "king" figured that he was in need of a break. So once again leaving Amy to her own devices, the minuscule demon found himself drinking copious dosages of cold alcoholic drinks, as he embarked on a casual pub crawl around Jingle Village, in an appropriately childish jumper.
And if he was being completely honest with himself, the usually cloaked figure was just glad to be out of the weighted poncho for once. Had it not been for his deadened, stitch-laden skin, the demon might have been banned from the bars that he visited. But it didn't take long for Nabel to grow bored with his casual romp through the village. As fun as casual drinking was, the wanderer didn't have the monetary means needed to complete his vice-driven exercise. He needed something else to take its place, before he began questioning his existence again. Thankfully, a similarly demonic ki signature passed by the younger man, and he spotted a familiar face. It was his newfound acquaintance from the spar he had with the Super Saiyan.
"Oi Mammon! Fancy seeing you here~" He said, as he burst out of a random bar's open window, an oversized bottle of rhum in his only hand. "So, nice day, huh? What's u- do you feel that?" Before he even finished his greeting, Nabel's attention turned to the two much higher power levels close by. His single, unflinching eye glistened with excitement, as he looked up at Mammon with a devilish grin. "Glasses guy and sweatsuit seem to be pretty strong." He giggled giddily, the depraved ki that held his spirit together flared up intensely. The lad was excited, it seemed. "We HAVE to talk to them."
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Post by Hazerru on Dec 2, 2016 23:30:30 GMT
[Base PL: 19,952] [Effects: Heavy Weights Equipped, PL Reduced by 75% => 4988] [KP: 3/3] [Tags: Speenatch is up!]
The further he actually went into the snowy desolate mess that some actually called their home, the more he felt like he was back at Mt. Frappe. Thank god it wasn't as inhumanly cold here as it was there. Well, maybe it was, but with how much he's hardened over the months... Stupid thoughts aside, the village was slightly closer now. Still a long way ahead of him, but noticing the progression helped him from not growing completely insane. Speaking of, he began to detect several scarily high energy sources closeby...As if. He hoped to dear god he was just imagining things, but that usually wasn't the case.
Was...Was it getting closer? Hazerru heard a faint nose yell at him from a distance. His eyes absentmindedly dragged themselves to the side. Someone was...Running at him? It took him a good while to notice the familiar pink boots on the person, but when he did...
''Oh- FUCK no!'' He let out in a somewhat terrified manner. This braindead idiot again!? Where'd he come from? Why was HE, out of all people, RIGHT here!? Hazerru stumbled backwards, hands twitching as they raised defensively. His eyebrows curved upwards as the figure came closer, eyes widening slightly. ''Whoah there!'' Hazerru shouted out, quickly sidestepping from the incoming tackle-hug. Hazerru seemed out of breath from the sudden encounter, a cold sweat running down his forehead. Running into this guy brought back HORRIBLE memories of that day in the desert, that ended up in a giant clusterfuck of a battle against a couple of robots. ''How the hell did you even find me?!'' The boy let out inbetween gasps of air. '''The last time you did this, two killer robots attacked us...!-'' Hazerru ran a hand through his hair out of frustration, already sensing the faint energy of two different individuals from a distance. Focussing more on it, it became apparent that they were indeed quite powerful. Quickly darting his head to their direction, he saw two figures looming in the distance, looking quite...Intimidating. ''God fucking dammit!'' Hazerru's sights immediately snapped to Speenatch with a ticked-off expression, an annoyed groan coming from him. ''You just had to bring more friends, right?'' His tone was kept mostly low as he tried to gesture toward the two looming demons without getting their attention, his voice resembling a hushed snarl.
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 3, 2016 2:41:18 GMT
((Forgot this on the first post, but... PL: 1500 Light Weights active. Modified PL = 1125)) [KP: 3/3] Speenatch continued to run right towards Hazerru, preparing to give the skinny guy a big ol' hug. However... for some reason, his dear friend had decided to step out of the way. Was he hug-shy? Maybe he'd just thought he was going to be attacked. Either way, Speenatch's hug was interrupted, and he tripped on some small metal thing that dinged when he hit it. As such, he had a moment to maintain his smile as he slowly fell to the cold, wet snow. *dink* *Plompf*
He stayed still, half-buried in the snow for a moment. But, soon enough, he leapt back to his feet, chuckling and laughing at how comical his own fall had been. Then he gave a glance at just what he'd tripped over. Some of the snow had come off, showing some sort of metal thing. Rusted halfway to hell by now, whatever it had been.
Then Hazerru, rather than give pleasant greetings and wait for them in return... was shouting. With a hint of fear. The reason? Two men that seemed to be close by. And a quick extension of his senses showed Speenatch why.
'Oh no... if one of them is the guy I think he is...'
Out loud, he tried to maintain his confidence. Just keeping a big grin on his face, his shades on... and striking a defiant pose with his fists on his hips. All while wearing the now-wet sweatsuit of his (now rendered dark-gray by the water).
"HA! Yer rememberin' things wrong if ya think both of 'em were robots... One of them was a nice gal that was confused, is all. Sides, ya seem like... twice as strong as the last time we met. So even if these friends we haven't made yet decide ta crash our reunion party, they'll go down quick to the team-up power of the best of friends...
THE UNBREAKABLE..." He struck a pose after saying this, as he did every other time he started to say his stage-name. This time, he opted to flex a single bicep under all of the layers of clothing. His muscles weren't really visible, though... so it was kind of pointless.
"MISTER..." He then held onto the clasp that held his cloak-like clothing to his shoulders. While he held it, his fingers undid the quick-release clasp it had... Then, with a bit of a flourish, he sent that arm out to his side, while the other was held up in a fist. The wind blew the cloak from his body, where it fluttered before falling into the snow.
"STEEEEEEEEEL! ...And his side-kick and best-buddy "Glasses, The Nerd With True Strength"."
After all of that, he then straightened himself back up. He didn't get into a fighting stance, though. He just stood, stretched his arms and legs... and undid a few cricks in his neck. Unlike with Hazerru, he directly pointed his shaded eyes towards the demons waiting on the horizon. And angled his body to face them directly. After folding his arms up, both to look cool and stay a bit warm. "Sides, if they wanted to attack us, they would've done it by now. Either they wanna introduce themselves first, er they're not itchin' fer a fight."
After another moment, Steel glanced away from the pair, back towards that thing he'd tripped over. That hunk of metal... it didn't have any paint on it, but it did have a few raised sections. Some sort of series of ridges that seemed to spell something out... No, no... there were only two he could identify as letters...
He turned his attention entirely away from the demons, and Hazerru, towards this little rusty boulder-thing. No, no... it wasn't a boulder. It was definitely man-made. And it was too round, and too metallic to possibly be made of stone. It had to have been manufactured by someone. Especially given the glyphs. What were they...
He rubbed off some snow, trying to get a better look.
'What in the heck is this...?'
(( Mammon Yo, your post))
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Post by Mammon on Dec 3, 2016 4:35:13 GMT
PL: 2750 I entered the thread at that power level before getting my training bonus "A lesser demon might not appreciate your presence Nabel." He turned to regard the representative of the lollipop guild, with a raised brow the line of hair quirking up at its centre. "But thankfully I am not." he flexed his hand with a wave of his finger's moving them one after the other with a 'crack' 'crack' 'crack' sound that was almost inaudible. "Talk?" He reached into his breast pocket pinching together his forefinger and thumb and withdrawing a small slender roll of paper, and leaned into his coat lighting the cigarette with chemical hiss from a match. "Not exactly what I had in mind, you see my dear pint sized fiendish friend. I'm a traditionalist when it comes to these things, so we might appear as real demons."
He held the cigarette off to one side as he raised the bottle to his mouth filling his cheek's with the cheap spirits, and instead of draining it he held it there. He began to walk towards Hazerru, and Speenatch his feet crunching in the snow with heavy footfalls. As he drew near he did a few things he let out the contents of his mouth spraying the hard liquor in a fine mist about foot in front of him and with a small wave of his hand he struck it with a Ki blast, it was the the smallest of blasts barely registering a power level on its own. But the effect of it was startling the liquor ignited in the air with a 'WOOSH' and draped the demon in ringlets of fire that danced about him like a coat of light, it Illuminated him and cast shadows about him making the small pockets of shadows writhe in the glow of the firelight making them appear as thousands of tiny malign snake crawling over his body. "I have just one question for you." He put the cigarette back in his mouth. "What do you want?"
The fire light faded and he breathed in deep from his cancer stick, the length of of tobacco shrivelling up as if the touch of decay had hit it. Its head flickered to lazy light casting small flakes of light, as he breathed out an acrid cloud of smoke that swam above his head before fading from view.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 3, 2016 6:49:33 GMT
"Aww, oh my gosh! That is so sweet of you, Mammon." It seemed that Nabel completely misunderstood his new acquaintance's coldly dismissive greetings, if the teenaged traveller's practically cooing response was any indication. "Even if I am a lesser demon, I appreciate you too~" He flashed a genuinely grateful (and surprisingly, not quite so terrifying) smile, stitched lips curling up to mimic that of a sickly kitten's. "And I don't really get it, but sure thing! Let's go with your plan." The boy's already tiny voice pitched up even higher than usual, resembling an actual child's gleeful giggling. If it hadn't been for his permanently damaged visage, the miniature demon might have actually passed for one as well. "What exactly are the demon traditions?" He asked with a curious tome, tilting his head in puzzlement, as he followed the senior warriors smog-marred steps. He quickly found out what these apparent traditions were, to his impishly intrigued surprise. Nabel's hidden respect for the older demon grew, as the jumper-clad lad watched in awe at the spectacle that played out before him. Mere moments after grabbing his filtered stick of tobacco, Mammon set himself alight with the cigarette, some ki and a bottle. A sickly shadow cast forth from the demon and over the two humans. Despite of the glowing flames surrounding the larger horned demon, Mammon seemed completely unharmed. Not a single hair on his head appeared to be singed. This was, as described by Nabel's own murk-muddled mind: "Pure, unadulterated awesomeness on so many freaking levels!"In spite of his approval for the ancient tradition just taught to him, Nabel had to interject, jumping over the smoke and flames and landing just by the much more intimidating figure. With their respective heights and similar horns, they might have looked related somehow. "Actually Mammon, I think they should be asking us why we're here. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's a little weird that we're doing this the other way around..." He chuckled, his voice still full of positive energy, a perfect counterpoint for the growing negative aura that surrounded the juvenile-looking fellow. "I mean, we are the ones who approached them. But hey, I guess it's as good an introduction as any." He smirked widely, fangs on full display, as all four feet of him rumbled with restrained amusement. Hazerru
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 12, 2016 16:29:29 GMT
Speenatch would have reacted quite positively to Mammon's entrance, applauding his showmanship and generally rubbing his ego. The key word there being would. You see, he was far too focused on the rusty piece of metal to even notice the cool, flaming entrance of the terrifying demon man. As Mammon was walking up, he was staring at the raised bumps. As the horned man was spitting out the alcohol, he was rubbing his fingers against them to try and trace them out. " R.... R... GAH! The Red Ribbon Army?!" He turned back towards Hazerru, smiling like a loon. He seemed rather excited with his find. To the point of not even bothering with his stage voice. " Hey Glasses, ya gotta check this ou-..." He paused as he noticed that his friend was nowhere to be found. However, a man with a somewhat familiar face, some horns, and a high power level was. Accompanied by some little man in a jumper and a weird mask. Speenatch's attention was more focused on the fellow with horns, though. Mostly because, due to his "amazing skills of perception" he noticed that... " GAH! YER ON FIRE!" Speenatch leapt into action after saying this, picking up clumps of snow from the ground. Why? To toss them at the man that was on fire. The cold snow would undoubtedly put out the hot flames quickly, especially since the heat would only melt it into water. Or turn it into steam. Either way, he was fighting fire with water. " DON'T YA WORRY! I'LL PUT YA OUT!" He continued throwing snow for quite a few moments after that... just... wad after wad. No matter if Mammon protested. And if the demon dodged, well Speenatch would keep trying to throw snow on him anyways. Only when the flames that the demon had surrounded himself with faded, did he stop his assault... after a few final throws of snow. Just to be safe. (( Mammon )
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Post by Mammon on Dec 12, 2016 17:41:36 GMT
PL: 2,750 "Low and behold mor-" his entrance was halted as a fist full of snow smacked into his face, he was about to open his mouth to protest when another glob of crystal white powder hit him in the chest and than another and another, he stood there like half a snow man a square block of liquid powder hanging onto his shoulders, turning the fiery entrance into the literal cold shoulder. "-tal."
"Stars and stones." he took a long breath centring himself, the air rushing out in opaque cloud of steam that hovered there a moment before becoming insubstantial and fading. "Did you just.." he'd pause a moment his finger's going to his forehead tracking down his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Clearly you did, why am I asking." He looked him up and down and shook his head his hair flailing out around him like a maddened octopus before settling the snow gone from his head. "Why?"
"Wait no, let me guess. You thought I was on fire and you'd play the good guy." he mumbled under his breath his teeth grinding together with the precision and expertise of a skilled worrier. "Kindness take me, that'll be my end." he turned to his smaller companion and gave him a look that said without speaking said 'this guy'. "And Nabel, we're demons we're meant to be contrary." He tap the side of one of his horns for emphasis. "Fickle creatures made of the raw stuff of the universe, the embodiment of the axis of chaos that will one day sweep across the realm and lay siege to all, casting a never ending parade of darkness."
"Or so they say, really its about appearing- right getting ahead of myself. You snow lobber what are you doing out here?"
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Post by Shemha on Feb 7, 2017 2:44:38 GMT
Hazerru Let me know! Nabel Let me know! Speenatch WC 1406 - 1708 PL earned! New Total - 20,271! Mammon WC 1052 - 1683 PL earned! New Total - 37,548!
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Jul 15, 2017 1:48:15 GMT
Nabel | WC: 736 ZENI GAINS: 938 OLD ZENI: 8,583 NEW ZENI: 9,521 |
Adding now.
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