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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 20, 2016 21:17:42 GMT
PL -- 278,171; 6,397,933 [x23] The telepathic conversation from yesterday was still on his mind. Was the person who contacted him really Samba? It seemed like it truly was Samba, especially when Samba said that one statement that made even Beryl blink in shock. “I really missed you, all of the other members, actually, but you specially.” Beryl rubbed his cheek as the quote played on repeat in his mind. Honestly, he had been suspecting that Samba viewed him more than just a friend and a role model, but he didn’t want to say anything about it, not yet at least. Romance wasn’t something that Beryl ever gave much mind; he just assumed that no one was really interested in him and that he was far too busy with his research, running the Galactic Patrol and now the Zen School to bother with dating and romance. “It’s probably wasn’t even him anyways,” Beryl thought as he continued to type away on his laptop. Grumbling to himself, the Galactic Patrol leader rose from his desk and peered at his bedroom door; he needed some fresh air. Beryl strode through the sleek, modern hallways of his royal-class ship before eventually reaching one of the many entrances. The mechanical door opened with a hiss, and a retractable walkway extended from the ship’s entrance down to the ground. Beryl strode down the walkway and stepped onto the grassy ground. It was exactly noon, and it was a beautiful day out in South Earth. Beryl was holding another martial arts class later in the afternoon -- all part of the Zen School’s grand opening. So far, he was surprised about how much interest the school was getting, especially since it was focused solely around physical combat with no emphasis on ki-based techniques at all. What was even more ironic that all of his students had the ability to manipulate ki and produce it externally; no one was like him: someone who wasn’t able to manipulate ki at all. Beryl looked up at the cloudless afternoon sky; Samba, or whoever it was, contacted him around this time yesterday. If Samba really was here, he was bound to come by soon. In the meantime, Beryl stared off into the distance, lost in thought. He was still wrapped up in bandages, and plenty of band-aids were still on his face. Samba
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Post by Samba on Dec 20, 2016 23:37:14 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. It has been a few hours since Samba had reached the Earth’s atmosphere, it wasn’t the smoothest landing, nor was it safe considering how fast the spaceship had been diving before it reached its zenith once it touched Earth soil. Thankfully for its sole passenger, there wasn’t any explosions or crackling sound of machinery about to explode, so that was a plus. “Ugh, glad that fucking flight was over and done with,” Samba grumbled underneath his breath, the grumbling ending into a growl as he stretched and worked out the kinks from his body. Having been seated in that stupid busted ass ship for the better part of a full Earthling Day was a fucking nightmare, his size made it difficult to get a good seat on it, not to mention making the damn spaceship all cramped and shit. But now he doesn’t need to worry about that any longer, nor about what happened back in Konats, no, today it was a special day. Why might you ask? Well, today, the Zoan will finally meet his friend, crush and leader of the Galactic Patrol once again, he only hoped that Beryl’s instructions to his locations were accurate and that the male didn’t pull his tail in some sort of fucked up way to throw him off the scent. If he had to hug Beryl and never let go to make him realize that he was the real deal, then so be it, he’d gladly do it until it got to pass that thick dark-skinned skull of his. Finally done stretching, the Zoan checked his surrounding to see where he has landed and was pleasantly surprised when he recognized the area to that of the South Capitol’s surroundings. So he wasn’t far off the mark, after all, that was nice. Then again, he could have landed in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and the only thing he needed to do to find Beryl would just focus internally, expanding his senses to locate the man’s Ki among the vast amount of people that dotted the Earth Relatively speaking, it shouldn’t be too hard, he had been living with the man and the other Patrolmen for the better part of six months or so, he had been intimately aware of their energy signatures after so many spars and hanging out with them, so finding Beryl in a sea of other high powered individual would have been almost child's play. That, and his nose would lead him to the man anyway, gotta give thanks to his enhanced senses when he used his Ki to amplify them a tenfold. Which, speaking of. “Right, let’s see if he’s still on Earth and hasn’t ditched yet,” It wouldn’t really surprise him if the man did, he had sounded really paranoid and cryptic in that telepathic call of theirs yesterday, so hopefully he decided to stick around and wait for him. Closing his eyes while focusing inward before expanding his energy sensing ability, the Zoan fell silent as he concentrated completely on the task at hand, in less than a minute his senses pinged back with the information they gathered, and with it came a smirk blossoming across his dark-furred muzzle. “There you are, Beryl.” He whispered as he opened his eyes, his suspension of disbelief almost breaking but the Zoan pulled through, that was really Beryl’s energy signature roaring to life, unbidden and constant. It wasn’t some sort of clone passing as the man, nor someone that was merely copying the man’s tone and speech; truly it was the real deal. The wolfman’s tail began to wag to and fro, almost becoming a blur as his happiness translated to his tail, showing to everyone that might see him that this Wolf was in a very good mood right now. Which is why, of course, that the universe decided to be a fucking dick and shit on his day. Suddenly, from out of completely nowhere, dark fat clouds began to thunder on the horizon, heralding what was gonna be an impressive stormy downpour for what seemed like the rest of the afternoon, or at least a few others. “Oh great, for fuck’s sake,“ Groaning heatedly, the Zoan palmed his face with one darkly furred paw and dragged it down, only to pinch the bridge of his nose while his eyes closed in irritation. He didn’t so much as mind the rain, in fact, he always liked it when it rained, it held a sort of peaceful serenity to it, and with the crash of thunder in the distance, his back then childish mind imagined that Gods were having a fierce battle above to decide the future of Earth, nay perhaps the whole universe. Funny how things could change once you grew older. The Zoan mused to himself, now he only liked the rain because it calmed him, but all the fun was taken out of it when one stray lightning aimed to smite you down if you weren’t careful. Which meant flying was out of the question, he’d rather not get himself fried into a crispy Zoan just because the luxury of being able to fly was too much to use instead of simply walking. Then again, when you were a being with the ability to use the energy inside your body and bring it to its limit, simple terms such as “walking” was a subjective expression. “Well, better to start now before it begins to hail, of all things,” He sincerely hoped it didn’t start hailing, that would just stretch his belief about the weather having a tissy into complete disarray. With a slight sheen of water already falling from the skies, the Zoan took a stance before suddenly exploding into motion at speed, his senses still locked on that energy signature belonging to the Galactic Patrol Leader. Wanting to surprise his Ex-Boss, the Zoan quickly brought his Ki to almost unreadable levels, he didn’t remember if Beryl was able to sense Ki but better be safe than sorry.
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Beryl Roarke Power Level: 172,262 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,756,192 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 23, 2016 23:53:29 GMT
“Mm?” Beryl’s eyes shifted skyward. The once cloudless sky began to grow dark and cloudy; thunder cracked in the distance. “A storm on a day like this?” It wasn’t entirely impossible though; South Earth was prone to random rain showers and thunderstorms all year around. The rain began to fall, and Beryl began to make his way back towards his ship. However, instead of going inside, he sat at the entryway, shielded from the rain by a metal overhang placed over the entrance. The rain grew in intensity until it became a steady downpour. Lightning briefly flashed in the distance and the rolling sound of thunder followed soon after. “I suppose I’ll have to move class inside the ship now,” Beryl said to himself, rubbing his cheek. He normally held his martial arts classes outdoors so that there was plenty of room for his students. However, with the rain and all, he wasn’t too keen on having the class outside. Speaking of his students, he wanted to see if any Galactic Patrol members would be interested in joining the Zen School. It’d serve as a way for his fellow Galactic Patrolmen to receive expert training and instruction in martial arts while also allowing them to keep in tip-top shape. Beryl was certain that rivalries would form between his students, but he saw it as a good thing: it pushed his students further to improve. Still, he never would’ve expected for him to be the master of his own martial arts school and also the leader of the Galactic Patrol. Here he thought he was as ordinary as they came … Beryl dug into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. After turning the device on, he began to play some games on it while he listened to the rainfall, completely oblivious to the certain someone on his way to see him. If Beryl was able to sense ki, he’d be able to notice a surprisingly strong ki signature heading directly towards him. However, he couldn’t, and he was about to be in for a surprise. Samba
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Post by Samba on Dec 24, 2016 23:31:29 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Water. Water. Water. And guess what? Even more water as far as the eye could see. The only thing that stopped him from flinging an overpowered Full Moon Cannon straight to the Earth’s skies and possibly out of the atmosphere to clear the layout was that he wanted his homecoming to be a secret, and just suddenly lighting up the skies with a orb of energy the size of a soccer field didn’t exactly spell subtlety. “Unless of course,” Samba drawled, sarcasm pouring out of every word as hard as the rain that was falling down on him, drenching his fur and showing with stark relief the muscles that were normally hidden underneath it. “You spelled subtlely, like this,” In the next moment, in Samba’s mind eye, there was a giant board with the word “Subtlely” constantly changing colors, while explosions at random happened with a really loud chorus sounded in the background. A moment later the board would suddenly start spinning out of control until finally a final and truly humongous explosion turned everything back into darkness. “That doesn’t matter, now,” In the distance, the male could see the familiar shape of Beryl’s Royal Class Ship looming into view, and against himself a smirk began to slowly curl at the corner of his lips, stretching fully to take his whole face. “I am finally home, Beryl,” With that statement made, the Zoan approached the ship with stealth born through years of living in the wild and having been taught by his betters on the basic know how to hunt prey when the food was scarce and the night was long and cold. Thankfully his dark fur helped him blend in with most of the darkened patches of flora and the shadows that the darkened clouds procured as they hid the shining sun from view, it wasn’t truly a blackness so deep that you couldn’t even see your own face, but it was enough for Samba to take advantage of it for his purpose of stealth. Closer and closer, the Zoan approached the Spaceship, almost breaking into a fourth legged strident gallop when the familiar shape of one Beryl Roarke was easily discernable from the entrance of the spaceship. “He hasn’t changed at all…” Samba muttered in awe and annoyance, it was like the man had merely hit the pause button before leaving, and six months later pressed play to bring things back into motion. The only reason he wasn’t almost out there ready to demand an explanation from Beryl was the myriad of bandages and what smelled like the hurt that wafted out of the man. It seemed that he had been a battle of some sorts that he was just barely recuperating from, and the Zoan couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with the reason for the man’s absent of about half a year. Well, it didn’t matter much anymore, now that the man was within reach after so, so long, the Zoan wasn’t about to let such things like worry and other such rot aim to impede him from his ‘prey’. Stopping at the retractable walkway and a healthy distance away from the dark-skinned man, the Zoan finally left his true power to come back to the surface, the shift in aura giving out a small pulsing shockwave, akin to a concentrated gust of wind being blown out in a circle of about ten meters. With it, the attention would probably shift from Beryl’s phone to in front of the man’s line of sight, just as a crack of thunder light up the sky, shadowing the form of Samba except for his eyes which glinted in the darkness, and then a small circular object that was attached to the male’s left pectoral covered by a nondescript vest, which was the badge that Beryl gave him when he started as a new recruit in the GP ages ago. “Hi.” Beryl would hear that eerily familiar bass-deep voice resonates from the shadowy figure, just as another thunder light up the sky before the form of Samba was finally revealed in all his dampened 6’2” tall glory. Behind the Zoan there was the sluggish sound of something moving very fast, and if Beryl wasn’t frozen in complete shock and terror he’d see that the reason for that noise was Samba’s soaking tail admirably trying its hardest to wave to and fro at maximum velocity. In reality, the Zoan was trying his damnedest to not suddenly get all up in Beryl’s personal space and hug the fuck out of the dark-skinned man, it was literally tearing him apart not being able to close the distance as much as he wanted to, merely because he still remembered their early conversation when he was deep in space, and he’d rather have the man return the hug instead of being punched straight into the moon for his trouble. That said, Samba wasn’t stupid, he out of almost everyone knew how easily skittish Beryl could be when he was around, or he was mentioned, so he was already ready to act accordingly should the man suddenly attack him or turn hostile. Who knows, perhaps having a short impromptu battle would make the man realize that he was Samba after all, and not some bootleg copy or hallucination. He was really starting to hate those two words now…
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Beryl Roarke Power Level: 177,280 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,836,480 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 25, 2016 0:38:31 GMT
“?!” Beryl’s head shot up, dark-brown eyes oriented straight forward rather than glued to the cellphone in his hands. A brief, but powerful shockwave rocked the area, causing the rain to part, the grass and trees to sway and Beryl to stare in a mix of interest and worry. There was a crack of lightning, the light so bright that it illuminated the entire area. It was then Beryl spotted a large, bulky figure standing right at the bottom of the retractable walkway. It sported shining eyes, an intimidating physique, large pointed ears and a bright, shining badge pinned to its clothing. At first, Beryl couldn’t make out who it was, but once the figure spoke, Beryl nearly dropped his phone in surprise. “Hi.” That deep, bass-toned voice echoed through the air. “... Is it really him?” Beryl thought as he peered at the soaked wolfman, blinking once he heard a strange, sloppy noise from behind Samba. Beryl leaned a little to the left and noticed that Samba’s tail was literally going at one hundred miles per hour, the appendage swinging so fast that it was nothing but a blur of color. However, despite his obvious excitement, Samba remained put; he knew better than to risk smothering a skeptical and defensive Beryl with affection. “... That’s some willpower he’s got if he’s managing to actually stop himself from mauling me with love,” Beryl pondered as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and calmly rose to a stand. Samba’s six foot two inch, muscle-packed frame dwarfed Beryl’s five foot six inch form. “... I know exactly what to do to see if he’s the real Samba. Something tells me that this isn’t a good idea.” A bright smile crept across Beryl’s face. “It’s good to see you! Wow, you really have gotten stronger! I can just tell by looking at you! That and the rain’s showing off all of your muscles! You know, I’ve really missed you.” Beryl then spread his arms wide. “Why are you just standing there? C’mere and give me a hug!” There Beryl was -- actually asking for a hug from his number one fan and admirer. Beryl braced himself; if this was the real Samba, he was about to experience the most intense hugging and smothering in his life. Samba
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Post by Samba on Dec 25, 2016 12:57:40 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. There was a tense stand-off as both parties stared at each other quite intensely, or at least so, in Samba’s case, the Zoanthrope’s eyes hadn’t even blinked since the moment his eyes fell on Beryl, mindset set into a one-track focus to not miss everything that might happen. That and, of course, sometimes Beryl’s fist could break the sound barrier in terms of terminal velocity, he’d need to keep his eyes peeled like a naked banana to see when a hit would sail his way. Even as the silence stretched to almost uncomfortable levels, his tail still continued to wag to and fro without a care in the world, showing that even though his body might be ready to react at any second he was still feeling a vast amount of happiness at the current moment. But then, the wagging got worse as Beryl stood up and said those words without preamble like he didn’t know how deeply those words would affect the barely holding on Zoan. The off-hand compliment was what broke him, that and when the dark-skinned man sincerely spread his arms and asked for a hug — a hug that the Zoan was all too willing to give. With a crack that was actually Samba breaking the sound barrier for a split second, he was suddenly there in front of Beryl, his arms stretching wide across before they descended on the poor human, now in his clutches the Zoan didn’t let anything stop him from almost breaking Beryl’s back as he hugged and nuzzled Beryl within an inch of his life. Behind Samba, his tail which was previously moving at a ridiculous speed got even more outrageous as Samba’s mirth reached a climaxing peak. “I missed you so much, Beryl, you have no idea,” Samba said under his breath, almost afraid that by speaking too loudly that the moment would be broken into a thousand pieces.
Accurate representation of the hugging happening.
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Beryl Roarke Power Level: 177,280 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,836,480 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 3, 2017 20:12:02 GMT
It was over. The only thing that was about to get broken into a thousand pieces was Beryl. Samba moved with such speed that he even caught Beryl off guard. The dark-skinned human widened his eyes, both impressed and terrified by Samba’s display of speed. Alright, Samba was not joking when he said that he had gotten a lot stronger. Before, if Samba would’ve tried the same maneuver, Beryl would’ve been able to read it easily. However, with Samba’s significant increase in power, he was able to move so quickly that even Beryl had trouble reading his movements. Literally in a blink of an eye, Samba was right in front of Beryl, towering over him with his superior height. Two, sopping-wet, muscled furry arms shot out, wrapping around Beryl’s smaller form before pulling him in, lifting him off of the ground and crushing him with merciless love. To say that Beryl felt like he was getting the life squeezed out of him would be an understatement. The poor Galactic Patrol leader could only wheeze and dangle in Samba’s vice-like hold as the giant wolf hugged and nuzzled him. When Samba spoke, Beryl let out a wheezy squeak in response. And to make matters worse, Samba only wore an unzipped vest for his top, putting his ripped chest and abs on full display. Given how Beryl was trapped in a bone-crushing hug, he was able to get a very close look at Samba’s chiseled pecs and stomach, not to mention that he was literally pressed up against Samba’s wet body; it didn’t help that Samba was completely drenched, making his muscles even more defined. Beryl gulped; his face burned so hot that it was a shock that the water on his face wasn’t sizzling to a boil. He did his best to hide the fact that he had just checked Samba out, and it literally took all of his willpower to do so. Beryl hoped that Samba was too busy enjoying the hug to notice his face. Instead, Beryl tried to make it clear that the hug was actually … hurting him. He was still wrapped up in bandages and all. Hopefully, Samba would loosen his grip a little bit, but did Beryl expect Samba to relinquish the hug entirely? Hell no. Samba
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Post by Samba on Mar 23, 2017 20:41:42 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. To say that Samba was over the moon, no pun intended was an understatement, so it was easy to understand, mostly, how ecstatic the male was feeling at this moment. But when he realized the amount of pain he was inflicted on the poor dark-skinned human he was bear-hugging almost to death, he let him go so fast like he had been burned. Samba apologized as quick as he let go. “I’m so sorry, Beryl!” How could he had not seen the bandages and the sorry state the man was still under? Stupid, so so fucking stupid. If he broke anything he’d never forgive himself. Ugh, were where one of those damn Senzu Beans when you needed one— The Zoan could feel how his brain just screeched to a halt and began rewinding at terminal speed, in any other situation he’d have kicked himself to the damn moon and back, but time was of the essence and perhaps this will help Beryl in the future, if he didn’t use it now, at least. “Beryl, I got something for you!” He stated suddenly, the fact that he caused Beryl a veritable amount of pain almost forgotten with his sudden discovery. Reaching into the pocket of his vest, the Zoan retrieved a nondescript and small green bean and presented it to Beryl. “Here, take this. This should be useful, they’re called Senzu Beans, or at least I heard it from some other people. They have the miraculous ability to get anyone back to tip-top shape from the brink of death and with it heal almost any injury.” He waited until Beryl took it, or if he couldn’t he’d kept a hold of it inside his furred palm until the man reached for it later. “Oh! I also have another gift!” Previously, in his mad-dash, the Zoan had dropped the basket of exotic butter on the ground. Crouching slightly, the Zoan grabbed the basket and presented it as some sort of peace offering to the man. “Here, I got it back on Konats by some crazy ass Android red-head, forgive me if it seems that there are some lacking inside, I ate some on the way here,” Chuckling bashfully, the Zoan waited for the man to take it, but once again if the situation wasn’t forthcoming then he’d just keep a hold of it and then lay it out somewhere inside the royal spaceship. Silence briefly descended upon the two, only broken by the steady sound of thunder and the pitter-patter of rainfall striking the roof of the spaceship. “Beryl…” Samba broke the silence tentatively, looking at the man with concern in his green eyes. “What happened? Please tell me what went on when you left, because I am in the dark here…”
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@tag Power Level: 177,280 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,836,480 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 Attachments:
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Post by Queen Habana on Mar 25, 2017 21:12:33 GMT
Name: Samba | WC: 2,741 | Gains(PL): 4,112 | New Total (PL): 185,023
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