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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 19:51:26 GMT
WELCOME TO THE NOXA FORCE RECRUITMENT DRIVE!
This is the index.
You will make ONE post here about your character either learning about the Noxa Force recruitment drive & arriving at the location OR simply stumbling onto Noxa’s stand — I don’t care which method you go about it.
I cannot stress this enough: you will make only one post in this thread. After that I will make a separate, private thread regarding Noxa and your character going through the try outs.
Your post here can be long, or it can be short — however, make it good; I will be judging its quality myself. Your post doesn't need a story arc, because it isn’t a solo or a BP; your post will just be an entrance post.
I will also link all of the tryout threads here — hence why this is an ‘index’.
INDEX:♦Tomoyo's Tryouts: [x] Denied; Rule #4.♦Rafar's Tryouts: [x] Accepted by default. Unfortunately Rule #4.♦Mammon's Tryouts: [x]♦Tulip's Tryouts: [x]
♦Liabeth's Tryouts: [x] Denied; Rule #6-ish♦Onihime's Tryouts: [x]♦Viktara's Tryouts: [x] Accepted Part Time.
TO ALL APPLICANTS!
| Name / Tag | Reward / Gains | Mults / Bonus / YADA YADA | | @noxa | ZENI |
TIER 4 SHOP + SOCIAL
| | Tomoyo | ZENI |
HYBRID HUMAN 5% + SOCIAL
| | Rafar | POWER LEVEL | SOCIAL
(requested via PM) | | Mammon | POWER LEVEL |
LMB + SOCIAL
| | Tulip Waterfield | ZENI |
HYBRID HUMAN 5% + SOCIAL
| | @lizbethkruiza | ZENI |
HYBRID HUMAN 5% + SOCIAL
| | Onihime Ketsu | ZENI |
HUMAN 10% + SOCIAL
| | Viktara | POWER LEVEL |
HEAVY WEIGHTS + LMB + SOCIAL
| | Levlidian | POWER LEVEL | LMB + SOCIAL |
Please edit your post; tag what you want to receive at the bottom of the thread alongside your modifiers. Ex: PL + HW or Zeni + Human Bonus
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 21:15:17 GMT
 Recruitment Drive
Thread PL: 253,593 Light Eater: 8,368,569 /8,622,162 Ki Suppression: !! NOT ACTIVE !! Hideaki: 50,000 Collar Bot: 5,000 TIER 4 SHOP
As Winter approached Noxa had begun to feel the chill in the air, cold enough to frost over any bit of moisture on the streets or sidewalks. It wasn’t anywhere as bad as Mt. Frappe, nor Yunzabit Highlands… Much less Arcose, but it certainly wasn’t t-shirt weather. Still, neither the Bio Android nor her canine companion were discouraged by the encroaching winter — neither dressed up in the heavy coats and scarfs of the civilians stuck in early morning commute.
Mr. Floofs had his fur; Noxa had her long, flowing, surreal black robe. Both carried at least one duffle bag filled with ‘items’. This time, however, her her coattail and hair didn’t kick about for no reason — the cloudless morning brought with it bouts of wind that caused many of the civilians traversing through the city to brace themselves and hold on for their articles of clothing. Much like the cold, both of them were unphased by the wind; Noxa and Mr. Floofs marched onward to the central park within the city; that was where they had begun to set up the night prior.
The park itself was massive — some would go as far as to desribe it as a small forest within the capitol itself. It had a few small lakes, cycling roads, plenty of trees, and a good deal of statues placed both on trails and in the middle of the more unkempt, forest-like sections of the park. Immediately upon arriving at the northernmost entrance Noxa saw the stand she had spent the last evening building. It was a simplistic wooden structure — one that could easily be confused with a child’s lemonade stand if it weren’t for the flamboyant flag waving above it. White cloth painted with recently-dried pink paint: NOXA FORCE SIGN-UP!
Noxa moved to the stand, sitting down at the ‘chair’ placed behind the stand, that chair being nothing more than a tree stump she dug-up from deeper in the park. The woman reached into her duffel bag, shuffling about before she pulled up a large armor breastplate — far larger than something a normal soldier would use. The woman looked over at Mr. Floofs, tossing it over. “You know what to do.”
There was a loud groan from the pup — clearly unhappy about his stake in all this. ‘Why do I have to wear this stupid thing?’
“It’s not stupid!” Noxa criticised, pulling her eyes from him as she rummaged more through that same bag. “Besides, you’re the mascot of the Noxa Force; you need to be wearing something mascot-y… That or our uniform, and since you didn’t want to wear the blue dinosaur suit, so you have to wear the uniform.”
There was yet more growling of displeasure, but Mr. Floofs decided to play ball. As the pup used his telekinesis to squeeze into his saiyan-esque armor with long ‘shoulder’ pads and his scouter, Noxa moved to pull out two stacks of papers from her bag — flyers and contracts. The former was something she had been posting and spreading about the most populated sections of Earth for the past three or so days, attempting to advertise as much as she could and get the word out for her new faction. Noxa also tried radio broadcasting and paying off some large advertising company on the internet.
She hoped her efforts wouldn’t be in vain.
She had come to Earth, naturally; Earth had the highest density of capable fighters that Noxa had ever seen — and she’d travelled all over! For the sake of wasted effort, the virago rather attempt to fill her ranks with quality warriors, so she decided to try her luck at something with a larger sample size first, leaving scouring the Galaxy for team mates as a last-ditch effort.
Besides, she had a few Earth dwellers in mind already.
Noxa leaned back, her hair shooting down into the cement directly behind her, acting as support so she wouldn’t fall from the stump. Her legs reached up, and soon Noxa’s feet landed atop of both stacks of papers, acting as paper weights as to keep them from being whisked away on such a windy day.
A stray strand of Noxa’s hair reached out and pulled out a sheet from beneath her heels. The woman brought it over to her face as she reviewed the flyer.
I WANT YOU FOR THE NOXA FORCE MILITARY UNIT! (maybe) ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Have you ever wanted to be a part of not just a team, but an elite squad of warriors who value fun, bonding, morale, and strength above all else? Well, try out for the 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ and get PAID for it!
As a member of the 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ you are expected to be an elite warrior, who carries out high-risk missions for the Arcosian Emperor directly. You are expected to be loyal to the Arcosian Emperor specifically; you are, however, not expected to be a zealot. Following orders and not conspiring against the Emperor and his reign is enough. Posing will earn you a significant pay raise is mandatory. You are also expected to be in uniform when training or carrying out missions — this is also mandatory. Thankfully, the uniform is customizable to a reasonable degree.
As a part of the 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ you are expected to meet every other training session minimum. You are also expected to be constantly working on improving yourself, this means you are extremely encouraged to carry out two gravity or fund-raising sessions a week; this is in place to help members constantly improve themselves. A free 150x gravity chamber will be provided by Noxa and is free to use by any and all members of the 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™. Furthermore, joining and making the “Arcosian Empire” faction is a given.
Upon joining the faction your priority will be as follows: get outfitted with a form-fitting uniform; learn and master the intricate art of posing; get your hands on a spacepod that is up to 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ standards.
! PLEASE NOTE !
Upon joining ‘The Force’ you will lose all marketing rights to your personal image.
•Upon joining the 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ you will be giving up your rights to any personal property tied to your name and face. Merchandise and other entertainment mediums will be produced in regards to 「 ＮＯＸＡ 」 Force ™ and its members. You are entitled to a percentage of any products sold specifically off your name and likeness, but not of the Noxa Force’s branding as a whole. Merchandise include, but is not limited to: body pillows, action figures, cereal (aostly applicable to the leader), mouse pads with 3-D ‘parts’, reality television, biographies, clothing, and adult goods. Adult goods include, but is not limited to alcohol. There is also an opening for the Junior Division. This is a subsection of the main Force, however, a few notable differences are noted:
You are exempt from all marketing and merchandise production until you have reached adulthood. The same goes for any visual or auditory media appearances unless you manage to get a signed permission slip from your parents — who must also meet face to face with Noxa.
As if a small share of royalties, training with the universe finest, and posing weren’t enough, members of the Force are also granted access to the Arcosian Palace. The Force has an extremely luxurious communal quarters and other facilities within the palace exclusive only to its members. While the Force doesn’t offer much in the way of health insurance outside of rejuvenation pods, you are given access to incredible death insurance; in the event of your passing a basket of goodies and wine will be shipped to your next of kin.
Who should NOT attempt to join? Well, you might want to consider other methods of employment if any you…:
#1 Are a loser
#2 Are martially inept
#3 Have no motivation and/or morale is not important to you
#4 Have strong morals that might keep you from doing what is necessary to get the job done (see reason #1)
#5 Refuse to pose (see reason #3, #2, and #1)
#6 Allergic to dogs, demons, and/or demon dogs
We look forward to hearing from any of those who qualify and are interested!
Enlistment, tryouts, and further inquiries are to be carried out in three days at 9:00 AM at the entrance to Central Park in the East Capitol.
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Everything seemed to be just fine; Noxa had detailed time, location, as well as some incentives to join as well as enough information to weed out anyone who might not be a good fit.
Now all she had to do was wait. The amazon’s golden gaze turned over to look at Mr. Floofs, who sat besides the stand in his full gear now, panting as he waited for someone to approach. With 5'9", 888lbs fluffy monster puppy playing dress up, Noxa's chances of luring in bystanders were good — or, at least she figured... But there was one final thing she could do to improve he odds: the woman reached into the the back of her red mane. Sticking her tongue out, Noxa searched about until her hands clasped down on something cylindrical. A glass full of lollipops was withdrawn and promptly placed at the table.
Now her booth was utterly irresistible!
With a slight nod Noxa found herself smiling, finally satisfied. Snapping her fingers, Noxa willed a pair of dark shades to magically materialized on her face. With these on she’d get style points while being able to nap until applicants arrive!
With that in mind, the woman began to snooze.
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Post by Tomoyo on Dec 18, 2016 21:44:13 GMT
The frigid cold expanses of East Capitol during the winter was... different to say the least. "Ah... AAH..." His head tilted backwards as Tomoyo shuffled along through the ankle deep snow, the child was only a breathe's width away from another sneeze due to the frigid weather. Trying his best to hold in the explosive nose bomb, the hybrid child stuck a finger underneath his nose every so precariously as he continued wading down the frozen sidewalk. It had taken three days, but Tomo had finally been able to traverse his way across the continent from the West to East Side; a sort of pilgrimage you could say in search of one of his friends. Worried about a particular red-haired robo that was close to him after not seeing them for days, the understandably worried child had done his best to check out every area he might have been able to find them.
Which meant Super Hero ROAD TRIP!!!
Now that he was finally in East Capitol though, Tomoyo had no idea where to look. The entire city was leagues colder than its western counterpart and by all means was the hybrid Human no amused by this change at all. A backpack straddled on hi-
"ACHOOOOOOO!!!"
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A green backpack straddled across his shoulder blades contained the few capsule items that Tomoyo retained from his old house as well as his trusted weapon and even his hero costume; however that light packing still was proving a task to carry especially as his feet wore down by the clinging freeze with each step. Just about ready to stop and take a break along a bench that was situated to the side of the sidewalk he was walking along, Tomoyo was abruptly startled as a wayward paper SMACKED right into his unprepared face.
"GAH!" Flailing his arms in the air after being suddenly blinded, the hybrid child scrambled to peel the thin flyer off his face with an annoyed look. "Hmph. Stupid pape-" But as he was just about to continue mumbling to himself about his unfortunate luck, the words on the page attracted his attention.
I WANT YOU FOR THE NOXA FORCE
Reading the paper out loud for only a moment as his eyes scanned the title, Tomoyo's face lit up with glee at this new exiting idea. "Noxa... Force? Force is like a super hero team right? Hey! I'm a super hero!" Noxa would probably let him join right? He's done a bunch of heroic things like stopped bank robbers and saved the city! "Alright! This is gonna fun~" Stuffing the paper into his pocket without giving it a second thought (or even more in depth read past the title) Tomoyo zoomed off in a flurry of flying snow to locate his beloved babysitter.
Briefly pausing mid run as an audible rumble ran through his stomach, Tomoyo put on an embarrassed smile to nobody in particular. "I wonder if there's gonna be food."
(Will be taking Zeni + Hybrid Human Bonus)
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Post by Rafar on Dec 18, 2016 21:58:50 GMT
Thread Power Level: 27,057
Heavy Weights Equipped! Restrained Power Level 6764 @noxa
Rafar touched down on the ice-cold pavement across the street from NOXA, clad in a black cloak to both conceal his armor and to try and keep him warm. Ignoring the annoyed stares of the passerby, he marched across the street, up to NOXA's stand, crossing his arms in annoyance. The stand was badly made and gaudy, but that seemed to be the bio-droid's style. "Hello again NOXA, haven't seen you or Retsu for a while, how ya been? I got some sort of spam on my ship's computer telling me to come here so here I am." Reaching down, he tugged up one of the flyers from under NOXA's foot, examining it closely. Apparently she was setting up some sort of elite military squad for the Arocsian Empire. Rafar noticed some extremely sketchy details about the enlistment, such as the extremely specific advertising section, but overall it seemed to be a pretty good deal. He didn't like the section on posing either, it sounded like a pretty stupid idea.
Tapping his scouter, Rafar summoned up his ships's AI and told it to examine the document for hidden legal traps. "Well?" A soft chime emanated from the device, "Estimated chance of eternal enslavement, 95%." GREAAAAT! Rafar considered his options, Retsu had told him of a faction called the 'Wild Hunt' but he had almost seemed scared of the leader, Walker. Maybe this 'Force' was a good idea, at least for the moment. He could always quit later if need be, the emperor would probably want him out as soon as possible anyway.
Rafar grunted, but looked over to the gigantic hound that followed NOXA around, and tossed it a hunk of meat he had prepared for this occasion. "So how did you get the emperor to assign you to his death squad? I didn't think you were too cozy with him. Nevertheless, I guess I'll 'try out', solo training is getting boring anyway." He then shivered, Sayian armor wasn't exactly the most insulating clothing to be in in the dead of Earth's winter. Almost absently, his hand darted out and snatched a brightly colored lollipop, tearing off the wrapping and popping the treat in his mouth.
Zeni please
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Post by Mammon on Dec 19, 2016 0:37:54 GMT
Under the wintry air and the sky that has born black clouds the streets were dusted in a light frosting of white, the poles and the streetlights were wrought with thick icicles and the small nigh invisible pot holes were made treacherous with frozen sleet. His breath appeared visible in the frigid air. It was cold with a capital 'C'.
"C-cold." his teeth gnashed together his hand's ran across the length of their palm, and he leaned over a burning barrel and let out a long breath. "I'm the duke of d-espair, Zar of panic, and king of destruction. I don't get cold." he said to the most important person in his reckoning, himself. However he didn't listen and let out a thundering sneeze and in comedic fashion a thin line of snot trailing down his nose and almost instantly froze.
He stood there! Well he hunched there, his arm's were bawled around his frame his hand's tucked deep in his pockets and he made the almost inaudible complaining the half frozen make. "Need some coffee, maybe some cigarettes." he had spent the day ambushing people outside of coffee shops bumming change off them 'spare change for a veteran of the sayian war' with various level of effectiveness. Oh he could've taken what he wanted but in this weather fighting, by his reckoning if a hero emerged kicked his ass and left him to crawl into an alley he'd freeze to death, as so many do without proper shelter just one moment sleeping the next nothing. The big nothing, and he had grown quite attached to this whole living thing.
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He moved out into the park with steaming cup of coffee clutched in his hand like some priceless artifact, and a cigerette hoisted mightily in his mouth like some great prize, he looked down '#1 Are a loser' someone had put this flyer up to kick him while he was down, bad enough he was freezing his ass off but a bit of paper to call him a looser- it didn't want loosers not that he was a looser, simple mistake any half frozen demoncicle could make. '#2 Are martially inept' "Well I work out, I don't mean to brag buut-" he shut his mouth and looked around his eye's pin prick of suspicion, he was talking to paper again, again. "This day."
'#3 Have no motivation and/or morale is not important to you' well he had a lot of motivation but he called it ambition just he lacked a whole hell of a lot of morales, but he felt one might be exchangeable for another or at least they lived in the same house. '#4 Have strong morals that might keep you from doing what is necessary to get the job done' well he felt all his one morals would not object too much to whatever, not since the last talk they had. '#5 Refuse to pose' now this bought up his eyebrows and made him pause for a moment, in his opinion and he rather liked his opinion he thought he looked good doing anything so a pose may not hurt his image too much, in fact it would just be just the thing to strike terror into the hearts of the T-Birds', the Scorpions or any other dance centric gang or musical. "So this settles this, I'm joining the military! Long Live the Changelings!"INTENT PL
@noxa
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 19, 2016 4:02:59 GMT
Zeni, with 5% part-human bonus
Tulip had noticed the huge ki signature when it landed on Earth a few days past. In fact, the woman had sensed the ki before it even landed on the planet. Something so vast and powerful that it awoke a desire deep inside the woman. Almost borderline insanity, knowing deep inside that this power was so strong it could completely erase her from existence, the desire was beautiful in its simplicity: to seek out this power and battle it. It ate at her inside, as she went about her business in the Bamboo Forest, a desire that soon overwhelmed every facet of her being. Finally giving in, the woman had taken off in search of the powerful Ki.
Flying over the city, Tulip tried her best to suppress her excitement and distress as she neared the huge Ki. Soaring over a huge park, she realized she had found the source of the signature. A wooden stand was by the northern entrance of the park, with a huge figure standing next to the structure. It appeared to be an animal, wearing Saiyan armor. Hovering in the air, the young hybrid tried to pinpoint the exact source of the reading, only giving up when the strength radiating from the immediate area proved too powerful to precisely locate. Descending rapidly through the cold air, the woman finally identified the animal to be a large dog, much bigger than the usual animals on Earth.
Landing gently on the ground below, Tulip’s emerald gaze immediately located the source of the power. A tall woman sitting gracefully on a chair made of red…Was that her hair?! Tulip began trembling slightly, not in fear but anticipation. Noting the sign on the wooden stand next to the powerful woman, the young hybrid slowly stepped forward and got a better look at the woman. From her incredible black jacket, thin but curvy figure, and incredible aura, this woman screamed ‘powerful’. Resisting the urge to lick her lips, Tulip’s gaze went to the stand. Noxa Force Sign-Up...does that make this woman Noxa? Her gaze returned to the woman and noted her sunglasses. Imagining the disdain the woman was no doubt eyeing the hybrid with, Tulip almost faltered, but managed to continue her movement forward. A single piece of paper fluttered out from under the woman’s foot, as if intentionally, and slowly blew along the ground towards the hybrid.
Snagging it from the air, the woman skimmed the bit, only noting the parts about swearing allegiance to some Empire, the posing requirements, and losing all rights to licensing her identity. What does that even mean? When her gaze fell upon the sentence stating that training would be conducted with the finest in the Galaxy, the woman finally licked her lips in satisfaction. This..this...I want this more than anything! Folding the piece of paper and sliding it into her jacket, the woman threw a rough salute in the direction of the seated woman.
“I will return in three days time to participate in tryouts, Noxa! I...look forward to the training in the future!” Her voice almost broke at the end, as the woman turned away and flew from the park, without waiting for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 4:33:23 GMT
Lizbeth Kuriza
Current Look:
Power Level: 3,093
No Effects Active
Zeni + 5% Half-Human Boost.
Lizbeth had been walking through the East Capitol for the day, a warm wave of steam coming from her mouth as the cold air met her breath. She was off call, wearing a snug red turtle neck sweater she had bought with the little money she had, and carrying a coffee cup she didn't exactly pay for, while her body moved in a leisurely fashion down the paved bike road. Her intellect seemed pointless as she stared off into space as she walked, her step giddy with excitement over her growing memory. She didn't understand some parts, her newly found family being introduced to her mere days ago, her body still slightly bruised from her combat with her daughter. It was unlikely for her to have had a 'normal' day today, and when her nose sensed a strong dog smell ahead, slightly freaking, she spilled her coffee onto the ground. She saw it first, the monstrous fluffy demon in what appeared to be armor. Was this this final invasion of Earth by the Dogs?Lizbeth's cat side showed distaste as she made her walk closer to the area, before stepping on a flier. "A military nyan?" Her voice would meow, her ears twitching on her head as she looked in curiosity. It seemed like a good job for her. She was well trained by her Saiyan mother, and she could practice ki while helping, and the fact that she could be PAID! She read through the list of requirements, noting her only issue being her lon lived distaste for puppies of all kinds, but she could stand a dog while working or fighting. Poses she loved, and she had no quarrels with any of the qualifications. It was perfect for her! "Nyan! This is Purrfect for me! I just need to find this... Noxa?" She would say, looking around and finding the stand and running towards it. "I hope I make it through the examination!"[/div] |
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Onihime Ketsu
Newcomer
PL: 2,330
Intense Struggle x3
Zeni: 11,708
Tag: @onihime
Posts: 30 
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Post by Onihime Ketsu on Dec 19, 2016 14:11:30 GMT
Thread PL – 2,330
Cool air greeted Onihime as her eyes lazily rolled open. Sprawled out on a bench, her bed at the moment, the blonde unofficially claimed the piece of park furniture the night before. With no home of her own since Seichko up and vanished on her, the blonde found multiple places that served the same purpose. Whether it was an alley, rooftop or the park, there was no shortage of places to sleep. Sometimes others came after her for her chosen resting place, but it was easy enough to move on with a dismissive wave of her hand. Thanks to her general disposition and the chemicals so often coursing through her veins, she cared little for the opinion of others.
After her euphoric experience the night before, she was definitely on her way down from the high, the leaves of the trees no longer shifting and molding into dancing images. It likely wouldn’t be long before she returned to the state, but as she stirred on her bench those sleepy eyes of hers fell on an interesting site.
A short distance away a woman she had not seen before was in the midst of setting up some sort of stand. With an exotic profile and the glamorous red hair to match, that was enough to warrant at least some of the girl’s attention…not to mention the dog who was…getting dressed? Several blinks looked to help verify what she saw. Perhaps the chemicals weren’t flushed from her system yet.
While curious, the strange duo weren’t worth getting up for. In fact, Onihime wasn’t even sure if what she was seeing was real. A side effect of her addiction and the constant usage was a slight blending of reality with fantasy. Sleep always helped clear her head though, a chance for her body to cleanse itself further.
A roll brought her to her other side, facing the back of the bench before she quickly dozed off, oblivious to the world around her once again.
Several hours later, with a yawn and a stretch, Onihime returned to the world of the conscious. A slight roll of her head allowed her eyes to rest on the red woman’s stand again. Feeling “normal” she concluded that it was real, armored dog and all.
NOXA FORCE SIGN-UP! Read the flag that flapped about above the stall.
Oni had no idea what the Noxa Force was, but this woman clearly had something to do with it. She was powerful, there was no denying that, but what exactly did she want people to sign up for? With literally nothing better to do save the uppers in her backpack, something she would partake in later regardless, Onihime chose to take a look.
Feet to the ground, she scooped her backpack up over one shoulder. Dressed in her leather jacket and with her hair quite a mess, she strolled over to the makeshift stand. Unknown to her or she might have known and not cared, she looked less than presentable. Not exactly the image you would want to present for a first impression, grungy and all, Oni didn’t hesitate in the least to step up to the booth.
”So…uh…what’s the Noxa Force?” She asked. The flyer she hadn’t read mentioned fun, bonding, morale and strength as values for potential members. A proven individual in a small organization that no longer existed, she possessed the fourth quality in that list, but the other three had never been required. With a yawn she looked the tall woman over, waiting for an answer instead of taking the initiative to read the fliers so visible stacked on the stand.
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Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
Posts: 73
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Post by Viktara on Dec 19, 2016 23:35:12 GMT
[PL = 27,661 HW on, Effective PL = 6,915. PL reward.]
Cold. One simple word that repeated throughout the Heran’s psyche over, and over, and over again like a broken record. ‘Freezing’ was another that often came to mind, which was generally followed by a train of expletives the alien visitor would mutter to herself whilst traveling through the frozen city.
Winter was not a season Viktara was all that familiar with. Her home planet of Shamo was blessed by closely orbiting a tiny sun, which allowed for pleasant weather almost year-round. Even Raiti-Zacro, a drifting asteroid colony that the Heran occupied for a number of years, was incapable of delivering snow. No, snow was a brand new experience for the amazonian warrior, and traveling the city wearing cutoff sleeves and an exposed midriff served the woman no favors.
“D-damnit, I knew I should have kept those damned leg warmers.” she mumbled to herself as she instinctively rubbed at her arms for warmth. “H-how the hell do Earthlings put up with this crap?” The frozen giant wondered as she eyed the denizens walking the streets around her. Despite the harsh winds and sheer cold, many of them still wore smiles on their faces as they traveled the brightly decorated streets of East Capitol. Children laughed and pleasantries were exchanged with a much higher frequency than the alien had observed during the warmer months. No doubt this must have been the effects of that famed ‘holiday cheer’ she heard so much about.
“Bah.” She dismissively grunted. “I’ll just warm up with some ‘holiday cheer’ of my own.” A soft grin soon spread her chilled indigo lips as she turned the handle and entered into one of her favorite Earthling taverns. “The Drunken Oozaru!” she exclaimed to no one in particular with a wistful sigh as she locked the cold outside the wooden door behind her. “There ain’t nowhere else on this rock that has this same stench of bottled anger and regret. I love it!” the woman mused as she found her way to her favorite seat in the bar. A stool situated in the most northern corner, but more aptly known as the ‘nosebleed section’ for whenever a fight would inevitably break out.
Plopping her weight down on the stool and ordering her typical glass of whisky, the girl took comfort in the heat of the bar, as well as the heat that would soon be entering her belly.
It wasn’t long after she settled into her typical routine that two other individuals entered the bar. Both were large men, muscle-bound and equipped in Saiyan-style battle armor. They had obviously seen their fair share of combat, and almost anyone who'd trained in ki could tell from the way they carried themselves that they were real fighters. Being the currently most intriguing lot in the building, the Heran’s large pointed ears couldn’t help but radio in on their conversation.
“Man, I'm tellin' you that Noxa Force shit is legit! They got Grav Chambers hooked up, and the pay’s lookin’ pretty damn good.”
The second man scoffed. “Sheeeeeeeeit, man. I told you I ain’t ‘bout to get killed for some alien bitch. You always come at me with these bullshit schemes.”
“Tchh, this ain’t a scheme, man! I’m talkin’ serious cash flow! We ain’t never gotta worry about work again if we sign under her crew. Just take the damn flier!” Those last words were accompanied by the first Saiyan roughly shoving the paper into the other man’s chest. An act that didn’t go appreciated.
A few more words were exchanged, escalating in anger and tone before ultimately resulting in yet another bar room brawl. As the two men tussled, the crinkled white slip of paper had drifted its way to Viktara’s feet as if by fate. With her intrigue already risen, she would have been a fool to ignore it.
The Heran warrior inconspicuously nursed her drink and poured over the ad’s details while the Saiyans thrashed about behind her. It was everything the first man said it was, and more. Gravity Chamber, paycheck, even free alcohol was advertised. It was almost sounding too good to be true, but as always, that statement proved to be accurate.
Viktara’s eyes finally fell on what she deemed as the major catch. ‘Work directly under the Arcosian Emperor.’ The woman scoffed to herself before guzzling down another glass of her drink. The Arcosian Empire was directly responsible for everything that had ever gone wrong in her life.
It was the Arcosian-governed PTO that annexed her home planet and drained its resources in the name of profit. It was the Arcosian Empire that imprisoned her for rebelling against their rule so many years ago. It was also an Arcosian fighter that she dueled with on Raiti-Zacro, ultimately leading to her fleeing the colony and becoming stranded on Earth.
...But it was also in that prison where she had encountered Zetsubo, the first Heran to teach her of her lost heritage. It was a decree made by the previous Arcosian Queen that freed her from captivity. It was that fight with Aicee in the Jailbird tavern where she reached new heights, and propelled her power to levels she hadn’t dreamed of attaining.
The woman groaned to herself as she ruffled through her thick mane of hair in frustration. Her funds had been running real low. Bounty Hunting wasn’t as lucrative on Earth as it was back on that crime-fueled asteroid, and this would solve all her problems. Would joining the Noxa Force really be selling herself out to empire, or just another blessing in disguise?
She sighed to herself as she took another drink. Either way, she would find out in three days.
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 22, 2016 1:56:19 GMT
Stood ironically upon the ridge of a building courting the frame of East Capitol, heavy black boots teased the very rim with a half of them rested upon naught but air the other concrete, within his paw rested a flier one that had him frowning deeply and yet curiosity plagued him either way. Noxa, a team formed to work for the very Empire opposing his own target, the Solar Empire. His simgular, deep set obsidian eye reduced to a mere slit whilst he'd lower the paper and gaze into the cities roof tops, "As much as this flier confuses me I think I'll find out what she's inherently up to,"
A second glabce for the requirements soon saw the beast sigh, "I'm not posing regardless of what she says," and within moments the air began to hum. About the frame of his bodywork the air dissipated and deformed itself beneath his kinetic manipulation. As the beasts own magnetic field harnessed its qualities and gave birth to the inferno of crimson; Lev' stepped clear from the building and into the jaws on an oncoming draft catapulting himself into the air.
"When did she have a team?" he mumbled and released the flier to the same breeze, "If I join her maybe I'll take a step closer to my goal-" a grin ermeged, callous and arrogant, "Though orders? Hm, lets see if she can enthral me like before," rotating in the air like a barrel, splaying out his arms and adverting to descend into the depths of the concrete jungle, Levlidian was off. A vicious boom filled the air, more flames of glorious. bloody red engulfed him and off he went with his black Gi dancing behind his frame wildly.
Two coloured eyes fixed to the destination whilst the descent hindered on a mediocre 50ft up, blind to his right, the beast corrupted the perfect blue sky with his viral hum. Thus the young Saiyan was off to track down where ever he needed to be, damn, he let go of the flier; perhaps he should have he;d on to that? Gravity Chambers, training, he had all of that whilst training with his Master Hinawa but it was the deep set ability to acquire a possible set of allies, to offend the Queen and gain himself further ability to progress that drew on the young Saiyan. The Bio-andriod, mysterious and ruthless flicked into the beasts minds eye and a crooked smile expanded further, what was the harm in taking a look?
PL: 152,000
Pl plx @noxa
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 3, 2017 5:55:10 GMT
@noxa | WC: 1601 | Gains: 3922 | New Zeni: 29,968 Tomoyo | WC: 492 | Gains: 595 | New Zeni: 35,588 Rafar | WC: 366 | Gains: 368 | New Zeni: 2,993 Mammon | WC: 568 | Gains: 909 | New PL: 22,851 Tulip Waterfield | WC: 541 | Gains: 595 | New Zeni: 9,275 @lizbethkruiza | WC: 325 | Gains: 358 | New Zeni: 2,979 Onihime Ketsu | WC: 617 | Gains: 819 | New Zeni: 5,597 @onxyleo | WC: 964 | Gains: 2,113 | New PL: 29,774 @levlidan | WC: 420 | Gains: 596 | New PL: 153,279 |
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