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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 20:15:48 GMT
 | Namorel
Powerlevel: 74,836 |
It hadn't been long, the encounter in The Scar still on his mind, freshly reminding him of his sheer hatred for the Mazoku Caste and their means to generally handle situations. The particular one, Harp, had been quite the nuisance to Namorel, who was one sentence away from running his arm down the Demon Clan namekian's throat and tear whatever organ he could get his clawed hands on. However the interaction had not been entirely pointless nor irritating, the hybrid that had also participated in the interaction was rather polite to say the least in comparison to Harp, the filthy Mazoku Clan member.
"I wonder where he ran off to... Marcel was it? Perhaps I will see him again while he is on the planet... on nicer terms."
The namekian mused to himself as he flew further from the scar. He thought back to the days of his youth once more when the thought of the location came up, but his first steps into the location were underwhelming, them again what had he expected? It seemed anymore that Mazoku Clan activity was minimal, not that this was a bad thing, but it was an odd one to say the least. Taking a moment to scan ki signatures in the area, he would seek out any nearby signatures larger than five and perhaps find that hybrids power level once more.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 12, 2016 23:40:27 GMT
( Marcel) (Current PL: 27,574 due to HWs) (Original PL: 110,297) (Hunter) (PL: 55,148 can't b sensed naturally because droid.) Flying through the air was an unlikely pair. A demonic Saiyan abomination who didn't act at all as one would expect a Demon Saiyan to be. He usually kept to himself, and was a quiet guy with a pure heart. Then there was the...green haired fellow that flew next to him. A perverted android with possibly a few screws loose... It was Marcel, and his self proclaimed wingman, Hunter, still exploring the planet known as Namek with the green haired droid still on his pointless pursuit for those lovely Namekian ladies! "Soooooo, ya said this green dude barked at ya, and talked about how Earth didn't help this planets from the Saiyans, or whatever?" Hunter claimed as he glanced over to Marcel who simply nodded at the androids...somewhat correct response. "I see, I see...." Hunter pondered, resting a hand under his own chin. "Did he, and that other green man you were talking about happen to spill the...metaphorical BEANS on the whereabouts of their women?" Hunter looked back to Marcel, a stern expression on his face though it didn't fit the question being asked at all!
Marcel simply sighed, and continued to look forward while he flew. More, and more the hybrid's thoughts on the SSE take a more negative turn whenever he thinks of what that Harp person said, knowing very little about the real truth about what goes on, and happened to this planet.
"Personally, Marcel. I think ya should get your mind out of this monkey business..." small snicker escapes the droid's mouth before continuing. "...and get your mind, as well as hands wrapped around some of those sweet, sweet, sweeettt Namekian curves once we find us some!" the idiot said with a confident grin. Hunter has been told a million times not just from Gitar, but from other local Namekians around that there were NO women, or even men for that matter as these beings have NO gender. Marcel was quick to believe them, but Hunter...he would need to have this drilled into that metal skull of his.
Marcel sighed once more, trying to figure out how in the world he got stuck with this guy before turning his head over to speak with him. "You...are really still on about th-" before he could finish, Marcel paused in mid air as he began to sense something. Hunter however kept flying for a moment before he stopped, the rockets in his shoes still bursting out tiny flames as he floated there. "Ya okay, Marcel?" after he asked that, the android's green eyes flashed, alerting him of a presence as well.
"An incoming babe?" Hunter turned around to where the power was coming from, a wide grin on his face over his idiotic guess. The ki felt familiar to Marcel who blinked a few times. This was clearly Namorel he was sensing, but he didn't expect to see the guy again this soon. Perhaps he needed to see the hybrid about something?
Hunter had other things on his mind however....
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 13:44:30 GMT
| Namorel
Powerlevel: 74,836 |
Forward, onward. These were Namorel's thoughts as he flew further and further from The Scar. Perhaps it was more his father's fault than his own that he wanted to avoid that portion of the planet. He wasn't looking to kill anyone and he was sure if he met another namekian like Harp he was going to light them up from the inside out. It was not very often the namekian though such dark thoughts, but the Mazoku Clan were quite the point of contention for this particular Warrior Clan namekian. Namorel almost wondered if it was due to the rigid class structure that made him feel this way, but perhaps if it were, the class structure had chosen right to put them in the lime light of evil. He had not met one of those filthy Demons that he did not despise to the very core.
Meanwhile, as he flew, his perspective of ki sense picked up a power, one rather reminiscent of that hybrid he had met, off in the distance however ironically in the same direction that he would be heading for that matter. Picking up speed as he flew towards the ki energy, another voice would come into his range, one that he hadn't heard and perhaps was a friend of the hybrid Marcel. Once he was withing sight of them he would shout out to the lot.
"Hey, Marcel wan't it? You two looking for anything in particular in this region?"
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 14, 2016 18:36:52 GMT
Hunter couldn't help but dance around in the air like the fool he was, his mind still on believing that this was an incoming woman. Marcel looked at the android in sheer disappointment before shaking his head a little. The hybrid then returned his attention to the incoming familiar source of power with a small smile on his face. Having everyone leaving so abruptly last time, the hybrid didn't really get a chance to speak to Namorel, so he was looking forward to this.
"Ohhhhhh, she's coming, Marcel!" Hunter would snicker as he spread his arms out, waiting to be embraced with his eyes closed, and a wide grin! Once the Namekian arrived, Hunter snickered more. "Come on, beautiful. Don't be shy! Come give ol' Hunter a nice big squ...." the android opened an eye, finally seeing, and much to his disappointment that it wasn't a Namekian babe. "...eezing." Instead of floating off in disappointment, Hunter lowered his arms to the side with a very irritated expression on his face. It wasn't because he was another dude....technically, but because he thought this Namekian was...
"GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hunter shouted while Marcel proceeded to pinch the bridge of his own nose in annoyance with the green droid. Hunter floated towards Namorel, and proceeded to attempt to furiously poke the Namekian's chest as he did to Gitar before while speaking. "You've come to taunt me again haven't ya!? Tryin to make a fool outta me because I have dreams....dreams of sleeping peacefully in between the cleavages of those alluring Namekian tator tots that I know are out there! Well guess what, pal!? I will NOT, I repeat NOT fall for your lies of asexuality, and your bombastic...antennae...things...." Hunter went on, still attempting to poke Namorel's chest while Marcel looked away, trying to resist the urge to...break the droid.
"You know why, Guitar? Because I AM a MAN! A man with a HUGE.....MECHANICAL......P-" "THAT....is not Gitar..." Marcel would finally step in if Namorel hasn't already. "....Huh?" Hunter turned around to face the hybrid, an eyebrow raised. "That is Namorel. The one I was speaking to you about..." Law claimed as Hunter blinked a few times, looking back at Namorel for a bit then to Marcel. "A-are ya sure....?" Marcel nodded as Hunter backed up away from the Namekian with a shrug. "Ah well it ain't my fault all these green people look the same..." Hunter claimed before crossing his arms, floating away from the two some.
After letting out a loud exhale, Marcel looked to Namorel with an apologetic bow...something he seems to have been doing quite a lot ever since he met Hunter...
"I deeply apologize for Hunter's...actions, Namorel. He's.....I'm not really sure how to explain it..." Marcel claimed as he nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Also no, we aren't looking for anything in particular. Well, I'm not...he on the other hand....." the hybrid glanced over to the pouting android who mumbled to himself.
"I'm glad to see you again however. We didn't really get to talk much during our first meeting."
@namorel
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 21, 2016 9:00:52 GMT
@namorel: 654 power level. 76,618 > 77,272 Marcel Law: 1947 power level. 137,411 > 139,358 |
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