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Post by Samba on Dec 22, 2016 2:27:40 GMT
 BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Samba walked the streets of Satan City, deep in thought. It has been a few days since he came back to Earth and managed to find the Leader of the Galactic Patrol, Beryl and rekindle their friendship and camaraderie once again. He was still smarting from the wounds that the man inflicted on him with his super powerful punches, but besides that the Zoan couldn't really complain much if at all, except... "Tsk, I'm out of Zeni again," The Zoan grumbled as he punted an empty can across the road, watching disinterestedly as it smacked and bounced twice across the pavement before it hit the tire of a parked bus nearby. Blinking his green eyes, the Zoan inspected the bus curiously, especially the banner that it sported across its side telling everyone about a sure fire way to make money by just washing cars. "Car... washing?" Samba rose a brow in skepticism before he took a look at where the event was taking place. So close to Orange Star Highschool? Not too far from where he was, actually, so it won't take him long enough to get there. Shrugging his shoulders, the Zoan began to walk towards his destination, taking a second or two to look around and admire his surroundings. He wasn't much of a city type of person, preferring the views of tall mountains, swaying trees and untouched animal life that the wilderness outside of the Cities provided. Then again having lived the better part of his life in a remote part away from civilization and then having lived sporadically throughout the mountains and camps, was it any wonder he wasn't a city boy? Stopping at the entrance of the car wash extravaganza, the Zoan stared at what his eyes were seeing. He had never seen so many wet t-shirts and half-naked bodies in his life all conjoined in a single place that wasn't somewhere like the beach. He was kinda exaggerating, as in total there were around five or so people cleaning cars. Three of those were males, one of them was a Saiyan (his bloodline clear by the monkey tail flicking behind him), the other was a normal human while the last male was a Zoan of feline descent, a Tiger Zoan judging by the stripes across his fur. The last two were females, one with a pink-like-gum texture to her skin that instantly defined her as a Majin, while the other was a Bunny Zoan who was half naked at the moment. Around the area, there were a few bystanders off to the side sitting back in chairs and drinking to their heart contents. Probably the owners of the cars, or just some spectators that wanted the free eye-candy. "Er... I might not have thought this through," Samba blushed as the scantily clad Bunny Zoan he had been watching approached him and almost immediately draped herself all over him, one long finger slowly rubbing circles around his vest-covered chest. "Hey there, big boy, do you need your car washed?" As she said that, the girl began to look around for said car but ultimately didn't find anything. Confused, she turned her gaze back on Samba who chuckled weakly at her gaze. "Look, I'm not here to have my car washed. I'm here to perhaps gain some Zeni by DOING the washing?" The girl hummed under her breath as she began to walk in a circle around him, with every hmm she gave and each second it passed the dark-furred Zoan could feel himself sweating harder and harder. "You'll do just fine, cutie." She finally broke the silence after a while, even going as far as to wink at him. "Heh heh..." Samba brushed the back of his neck, a bashful grin stretching his muzzle. "Well, you know..."She giggled before wrapping a long finger across the lap of his vest. "Now, lose the clothes, pretty boy."What."I beg your pardon?" Samba sputtered at her forwardness, giving the girl a look of shock and confusion. She merely rolled her eyes at him. "Lose the clothes, silly. Give the people what they came here for to see, besides having their cars washed, they came here for the eye candy!"At the back of his mind, the Zoan groaned strongly, oh he did not think this through at all before coming here! Sighing harshly through his nose, the Zoan slowly began to take off his vest, blushing strongly at the few cat-call and wolf-whistles he received as he did so but adamantly kept his pants on, leaving himself just bare from the waist up. Gingerly taking the bucket filled with soapy water and a sponge to go along with it, the Zoan stood across the mud-caked car with his ears splayed against his skull. Taking a deep breath, he got to work in cleaning this mess up. "At least I'm not swaying my ass against a pole or someone's lap to get some money like last time..."
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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 Mammon on Dec 22, 2016 3:42:31 GMT
Base PL: 17,195
'Beep' 'Beep' He sat there in a machine of rolling dark lines, sharp inclines and declines that climbed the vehicle in a spider web of shapes. He was wearing shades, a dark suit that was accented with a red under shirt that was tinged with a spattering of red near the collar, tomato sauce of course, of course. He entered the lot the sound of sloshing and the meaty 'thwak' that sounded awfully like someone was throwing meat products off a building, of course it was just the pressing of bodies man meets machine in all the wrong ways.
He got out of the car, put a cigarette to his mouth and a lighter to it and it startled to greasy grey life. He walked up to one of the attendants his shoe's tapping against the asphalt with a 'TAP' 'TAP' tapping sound pronouncing his movements, and breathed out a cloud of noxious smoke it hovered about him and clung to his clothes, and of course she started coughing. "Be a dear, and drive the car into the wash." He set the keys into her hand and squeezed them shut, he put a bit of pressure into the action nothing to maim but it would leave a few bruises. "Thata girl." he said in the tones one uses on a particularly thick child, it was degrading to say the least.
He began to walk around the lot as inconspicuously as a man dressed in all black with horns, if someone had to point at a demon in a dark room they'd use both hands to point at him. He brought a hand to his glasses pulling them down onto his nose to let the bright glowing orbs of his eye's wander the place, wander the people looking through them pricing them and converting it to hard cold zeni in his mind scape. It was the kind of look meant to peal back the humanity and put a price tag, and he didn't mind exactly looking he was here to enjoy himself. Not every day you get to see your newly acquired car get so eagerly washed.
"What's with all the animals?" He said to one of the spectators. "This some sort of soap themed migration for them." He let out a low chuckle enjoying the joke, even if the man didn't he did that was what was important. "I mean I'm going to find hair all over my new car, and I hope that soap can get out the wet dog smell." He wasn't a very nice man.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 22, 2016 20:23:02 GMT
Tulip stared at the bundle of cloth she held in one hand. The woman lifted the black garment, sighing in irritation at the fabric, or rather lack thereof. The hybrid glanced back out towards the parking lot, where people were washing vehicles. She had seen a sign advertising the car wash and flown here to get paid. Upon her arrival, one of the younger girls had thrust the black bikini top into her hands and told her to get changed.
”Service is key, and the guys with the big zeni are here for the eye-candy!”, or something along those lines. The woman sighed, setting her weights, jacket, tanktop, and bandages into the small bag she carried everywhere. Pulling the black bikini on, the woman tied it off, noting how loose the fabric felt in comparison to her bandages. It was kind of nice to not have the ordinary tension, but the woman couldn’t relax in the thin outfit. Pulling off her pants and leaving her thin training shorts on, the woman strolled out into the parking lot.
“Huh, nothing worth getting excited abou-” The young hybrid winced as one of the Saiyan males splashed water across a mostly clean water and got some on the woman. She hadn’t planned this out accordingly. The young hybrid grabbed a rag and began polishing windows, before kneeling on the far-side of the vehicle and began scrubbing the underside of the car. The normal man standing next to the woman noticed Tulip’s actions and just shook his head disparagingly.
That’s when Tulip felt it. A power so strong she almost fell backwards on the ground. The fact she had missed it for so long startled the woman. Slowly rising to standing, her emerald gaze crossed the small lot to a giant wolfman being felt up by a small catgirl. He seemed embarrassed, but was definitely the source of the huge strength the woman could feel.
Kneeling, the young hybrid brushed her hair to one side and grabbed a bucket of soapy water. Passing by the two men washing the car she’d occupied before, the woman headed over to the muddy car the large man had begun wearily scrubbing. Setting the bucket down on the far side, Tulip began scrubbing the car, standing up on her toes to reach the ceiling. Her gaze met the Wolf’s, emerald gaze mirroring his. A small smile crossed the woman’s lips, as she whispered over the car.
“...I want to fight with you. Not in an intimate manner; just a strictly professional battle to better myself.” Biting her lip, the woman dropped back out of sight to continue scrubbing the car. The man would be able to hear as the woman continued speaking. “I mean, you’re really strong, and I’m not. So a sparring session would be awesome.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 23:58:23 GMT
[ Thread Power Level: 147.283] The Earthling Saiyan had been hanging out in Satan City as of lately, while he couldn’t exactly tell why. It was one of the closest cities to his humble residence, even if he always preferred the sight that nature had to offer him; with its wild forests and animals of all sorts, plus there weren’t nearly as many people as in a town. There were a few villages every now and then. However they consisted of a low population compared to any of the cities out there, he could somewhat tell why his friend Raisu was fond of the typical earthling’s lifestyle. There were so many things to do after all! Some were fun, others boring-- and unfortunately, what Cornatto was up to was one of them.
The man had taken note of an old timer-- or to be precise; the old man was cursing so loudly that it’d have been impossible for the Saiyan not to notice him. A typical man was driving an ordinary, cheap-looking car. However, he wasn't apparently having a good time because of the traffic. Not to mention that his vehicle was apparently getting out of gasoline, and at that point, the Earthling Saiyan decided to lend him a hand by pushing his car to the closest station, so that he wouldn't waste gas.
But, it wasn’t going to be that simple.
The traffic was thick, most of the drivers were consistently hitting their vehicle horn, producing a deafening noise-- his ears felt like as if they were about to explode. Not to mention that the old man continued to curse, and as he did, he began to direct his insults towards the Earthling Saiyan, who just tried to keep it all together, but it was rather difficult considering the situation.
“This traffic better clear out in three, and I repeat three freaking seconds!-- And one, two, thr…” - the man’s countdown was suddenly interrupted by a sensation of lightness, leaving the old man to stare at the window as the sight of the traffic was now replaced by a magnificent blue. Cornatto had lifted up the car and took off, flying away from all those noisy vehicles. Since they couldn’t move on the ground, flying their way to the station was the best choice, even if the old man didn’t seem to think so as he began to scream and curse at the Saiyan.
“What do you think you’re doing?! Put me down, you dumbass!” - said the old man, earning an exasperated sigh from Cornatto.
“...We’ll be there soon, just close your eyes or something.” - he replied with a little tone of voice, almost as if he had said that to himself.
And thank Kami, it didn’t take them more than a few minutes to arrive at their destination, a soft smile cracking on his face as he looked down; his eyes taking note of the station below as his smile widened. He descended to the ground, placing the car down gently before he let out a sigh of relief. He did it; he finally made it to the station! The Earthling Saiyan didn’t mind helping other people, as long as the other end was willing to collaborate, but the word ‘cooperating’ wasn’t in that old timer’s vocabulary at all.
Then, the man snapped out of his thoughts as he picked up on a remarkable presence-- not to mention that it felt somewhat familiar! The man couldn’t exactly remember where he sensed this energy before but he could tell that there was nothing to worry about, he didn’t feel any aggressive vibes from it after all. Still, the Earthling Saiyan decided to take a peek, but this time the man decided to make his way to the source of such majestic power by walking. It wasn’t that far, after all; it was a few blocks away. He could just float there indeed, but why? He wasn’t in a hurry, not to mention that he preferred walking over flying, especially in the forest! It made him feel one with nature itself and gave him a better sense of his surroundings, something that most of the people residing in those noisy towns wouldn’t probably understand-- most of them were trapped in their own head without realizing what was around them.
As the man approached, he saw a bunch of cars and several people, each different in their ways; there was even a Saiyan! Or so he could tell by the man’s tail, a Majin and a few others washing the cars but what made him perplexed was the fact that those people were pretty much naked!-- They weren’t naturally naked, but they wore close to no clothing. He couldn’t tell why-- maybe they were sweating or something like that.
Among them, Cornatto immediately recognized the brown Zoan-- the two met on a beach a while ago, even if it was just for a short moment, it wasn't an easy feat to forget someone with such immense power. If his memories didn’t betray him, he could swear that he had suffered from hallucinations the first time that he saw the wolfman’s face. As a matter of fact, he could remember seeing a bizarre expression from him that one time, but he assumed that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Not to mention a characteristic that both Samba and Raisu shared; he wasn’t the kind of person to suppress their energy all the time, or that’s what he could tell from the times the two met.
The man smirked, walking as he closed the distance between the two, his hand raising in a salute. “Yo! It’s been a while, Samba.” - he exclaimed, even if the man wasn’t sure that the Zoan would still remember him. Either way, he offered him a friendly greeting before he decided to take another look around, taking note of another woman whose power seemed to be above average. And for some reason, she wore little clothing herself. What was up with people? Was it a rule to be washing cars half-naked or something like that? His gaze shifted at the wolfman once more, glancing at him in a curious manner.
“So… what are you guys up to over here? Did you just come back from the beach or something?” |
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Post by Samba on Dec 25, 2016 1:34:41 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "Ow..." The Bunny Zoan from before stared at her white-furred paw, like if she did it long enough she'd see the bruises that were starting to form underneath her fur. "What's with that guy." The Saiyan male looked at her way with concern in his gaze as he and the Tiger Zoan went over to work on Mammon's car. "You okay?" He asked as they got the buckets and sponges out and ready for cleaning duty after the car was put in an isolated space so they could work it without it getting in the way of everyone else. "Y-yeah, he just had a really strong grip," She said, sending a glare in the man's direction before helping out her friends, intent on pushing what happened early to the back of her mind for now. "Que es? Oh, well I honestly don't care if my car smells like wet dog, hombre," The man who Mammon spoke to drawled as he obnoxiously sipped his Mojito, his shaded eyes never leaving the sight that was occurring in front of him. "As long as I get to stare at free eye-candy and not be called out for it, I'm game for anything, comprende?"Back to Samba, the Zoan grumbled under his breath as he extended the hand holding the sponge, trying to reach a stubborn corner of the large SUV and mostly managing thanks to his height. "What did they even do to get their car all muddied up and shit, were they having a race in a barn or something?" Leaning down, the wolfman made sure to get the mud out of the sponge, twisting the tainted water out of it before refilling it with more clean soapy water. Standing back up, the Zoan blinked as his eyes gazed into an almost mirror match of his own eye color. Tilting his head slightly to the side, Samba regarded the new help with a raised brow. Her request was an odd one, making him blink again, thrown for just a second. "Er... I wouldn't mind a friendly spar, if that's what you want," He smiled tentatively back at the woman before continuing his job. She had probably felt his full energy and thus wanted to fight him, that's normally what happened if he didn't put a stopper to most of his fighting potential, it was liable to attract attention, unwanted or not. "But would you mind waiting until I'm done here? Or perhaps later, maybe? I really need the money that this can give me, even if it might be a tiny amount." He shrugged his shoulders before a familiar energy signature pinged in his radar, a small grin gracing his features. Turning, the Zoan waved the Saiyan over, so far he, alongside Riku and Daika, were a few of the Saiyans he was willing to withstand, if not be a bit amicable towards since they haven't given him a reason to not trust them. Well, most that did so were allied with the SSE and thusly he couldn't put his trust in them, but at least these three were a nice bunch. ...Even if he still felt that Daika's attachment to Arias had been a stupid and foolish decision, but the woman was well and truly dead, so that was now water under the bridge. "Yo, wassup, Cornatto?" He did indeed remember the Saiyan back from that trip on the beach, but back then he had been probably under the effects of some heat stroke, because the Saiyan's form was something totally different back then, like some sort of palm-tree monster given life. Brushing the back of his arm across his forehead to clean his vision a little, since droplets of sweat were starting to fall down into his eyes because of the damn blistering sun high in the sky, the Zoan regarded the Saiyan's question with a bored flick of his tail. "I guess... some sort of fundraiser for Orange High School?" Samba said slowly like he was reading from some sort of script, and if Cornatto was perceptive, he'd see that Samba eyes were looking in another direction, pass the Saiyan's shoulder where a board exactly described that. "Supposedly those that decide to help out that aren't affiliated with the school will get some sort of payment, which I assume is a cut of the Zeni they make," The Zoan shrugged before dropping the sponge down to the bucket of water. "What about you? What brings you here?" The Zoan snorted out a short laugh. "Planning on helping out, maybe? Or are you just here for the eye candy?"
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Post by Mammon on Dec 25, 2016 22:53:26 GMT
Base PL: 17,195
It hit him like a ghost truck, and when it had past on through him his glasses were limply hanging onto his nose for dear glassy life. He stood there a moment staring towards Samba, with the look one gives an incredibly durable stain like a smudge on a coffee table you've taken on with a flame thrower, and by all odds it survived and outlived the table. To say something was to say it was somewhere between awe, and disgust.
"H-ombre." say one thing about the all black wearing demon, but don't call him wasteful when he is given a line he runs with it. "Ese." he pronounced it like 'essay' and if condescension was condensed down into one word this would take first place, or at least it would place and get a ribbon. "Home dog, you seem like one smart-" he paused a moment his face wrinkling up in a second of thought 'smart cookie' 'a clever boy' "-guy with big eyes. Who is the wet dog, the literal dog that is." he directed a gnarled finger towards Samba. "Do you know him?" he waited a couple moment for the answer, pulled out a single zeni note and pressed it into his hand. "Enjoy the candy hombre."
He walked to the small gathering, giving space to those that need it and by that not being a general nuisance which for him was quite the curtsy. He stood there a moment adjusted his tie and fastened it to his shirt with a small metal clip.He walked around the group like a man working out how much that car is, and if I key it while no one is looking will the price drop. "Hello." he introduced himself with the smile and warmth of a plague rat, it was just his smile it wasn't quite right it curved far too right and showed too many of his teeth and was the thing to go with 'my grandma you have big teeth'.
"We haven't been introduced, my name is Mammon." he offered out a hand the literally handshake with the devil. "I'm new to the area. And would just love someone to show me the ropes as it were, the sites." He withdrew his hand after a moment and pulled the cancer stick from the thin line of his mouth and breathed out a not so polite cloud of smoke in their direction. "Just love it."
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 27, 2016 12:37:22 GMT
Working her way over to the hood of the car, the woman leaned forward and looked at the tall Wolf in time to see him blink in surprise. He seemed to think for a moment before responding firmly.
“Er...I wouldn’t mind a friendly spar, if that’s what you want.” Score! The huge man smiled wearily, before returning to the job at hand. He began cleaning the mud off the vehicle, before speaking again. “But would you mind waiting until I’m done here? Or perhaps later, maybe? I really need the money that this can give me, even if it might be a tiny amount.”
Tulip nodded firmly, before stepping back and almost bumping into a man behind her. She had been too busy basking in the strength of the Wolfman’s aura that she hadn’t detected the man’s approach. Standing next to him, the woman had to suppress the urge to make the same sappy request of this warrior as she did Samba. So, that’s the wolf’s name...Samba. It’s a fierce, good moniker. Something a little more battle-esque than Tulip, ha. Pulling the sponge from her bucket of soapy water, the woman began cleaning as ‘Cornatto’ and ‘Samba’ talked next to her around the car they were cleaning.
She paused in scrubbing as a third, distasteful looking individual walked up to the vehicle. Upon issuing a greeting, the woman decided immediately that punching this man in the face wouldn’t be a bad act; in fact, it would probably count as a public service. He went on to explain that he needed someone to him the ropes around the city. Tulip immediately responded with a forced smile.
“Sorry, sir, we’re only here to wash cars. You might go somewhere else to seek an escort or directions. I believe town hall might have tour guides.” When he blew smoke at the entire group, Tulip crushed the sponge in her fist, completely wringing the water from the object and destroying it between her tense fingers. The smile never slipped, as the woman spoke softly and her voice turned to ice. “There’s a designated smoking area, Mammon. Anywhere but here, asshole.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 17:37:35 GMT
The Earthling Saiyan was glad to see that the Zoanthrope still remembered him, but even in the case that he wouldn’t have, Samba wasn’t to blame. It had been quite a few months since their first and last meeting, and even if it was nothing special, the wolfman didn’t seem that bad of a person. Not the mention that he was quite powerful! He could tell it-- not only by his physique but from his ki signature which was incredible! The only person capable of facing such power-- or at least the only individual that he knew was a certain Beryl Roarke, who was leaps and bounds beyond both Samba and Cornatto.
And, to be honest, he had no idea how he couldn’t have met people such as Samba before, it wasn’t certainly the first time he had met a Zoan. However, most of them couldn’t even fight, while those who had the slightest knowledge of martial arts were nowhere near the massive Zoanthrope’s power level. Maybe Samba has gone through some particular training or had a higher potential than others-- after all, not all Saiyans were powerful beings capable of tapping into the power of the Super Saiyan.
But he couldn’t tell; he didn’t know Samba that much, but he seemed like a friendly person. One you could talk to take a break from duties and all of that boring stuff-- or in Cornatto’s case, to fight. Which he wouldn’t mind, some day and possibly not in a city; he didn’t want to risk it and cause a wreck in the whereabouts of urban inhabitations.
Cornatto shrugged, there wasn’t anything relevant going on in his life at the moment, so he had nothing to tell him. “Hmm, nothing much! And you? Hope everything’s been going well?” - he asked. And at the same time, it hit him; realizing that they were probably half-naked because of the sunlight! And he couldn’t blame him; most people wouldn’t probably enjoy washing cars-- especially on a sunny day like that. “Haha, I guess that explains everything.” - he thought to himself.
Then, the wolfman proceeded to satisfy the Earthling Saiyan’s curiosity who stared at him, not taking note of his gaze that had adverted from the man to a board behind him. Samba explained the whole deal behind the car washing business, saying that it was a fundraiser for Orange High School; a name that rang a bell in his mind, he had probably passed by the building a few times. He couldn’t exactly tell why the students weren’t supposed to receive any payment, though. Maybe it was a law or something like that, but it didn’t seem that fair to him.
“I see…” - he muttered, nodding a few times.
The Earthling Saiyan’s eyebrow rose as the wolfman let out a short laugh; what was so funny? But he let that matter slide off as soon as Samba spoke up again, asking what Cornatto was doing in the whereabouts of the car wash. “Uh… well. I was helping an old man in the traffic. Err, I kind of regret it, to be honest. I had to take most of his insults.” - he replied, letting out a faint chuckle. “Then I felt you guys’ power and thought I’d come take a peek. Speaking of, do you two know each other?” - he asked, and while he had never seen Tulip before, Cornatto assumed that could be the case because they were washing the same car and both were stronger than the average.
Cornatto blinked, scratching the back of his head in reflex-- eye candy? Did they give out candies shaped after eyes for free or something? It didn’t make much sense, plus they sounded almost as weird as those candy rats he had seen in a shop before. “Eye candy? Uhm, I’ll pass. I prefer a good steak! But I wouldn’t mind helping out.” - he said, folding his arms over his chest. “Is there someone I gotta talk to beforehand?” - he asked.
One more person joined the small gathering; but from what he could feel, he was not a big deal. If one were to compare him to Samba and the woman who was washing the car, nor did he even look like an Earthling at all. Cornatto watched silently as the stranger introduced himself to Samba, asking if someone could show him around the city-- too bad that what followed his request was a cloud of smoke directly in their faces.
The Earthling Saiyan was not particularly fond of smoke, and the way Mammon blew his smoke in their direction made the demon look like a total dick-- at least to Cornatto, who covered his mouth with a hand and tried to shake the cloud of smoke away with his other hand while coughing a bit.
Cornatto glared at the demon; he couldn't help but feel like saying a few words to that guy. However, the Earthling Saiyan’s annoyed expression was soon replaced by a blank one as Tulip crushed the sponge in her first, facing the demon with more than an edge in her tone of voice that sent shivers even down Cornatto’s spine. “Erm… things just got awkward.” - he whispered to Samba, letting out a faint giggle. |
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Post by Samba on Jan 2, 2017 21:37:08 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. The man that Mammon was talking to shrugged his shoulder, finishing the last of his Mojito and looking at the empty glass with a forlorn expression. "I don't know who the perro is, hombre." Blinking at the Zeni that was dropped in his hand, the man stared at the piece of money before looking back at the retreating form of Mammon. "Er... thanks!?" The man shrugged and pocketed the money before standing up and going off to refill his drink. Merely giving the girl, Tulip, a nod of acknowledgment, the Zoan turned back his attention to the Saiyan with the odd hairstyle, almost resembling a palm-tree if one squinted, titled their head and was halfway blind. "Good, good. It's been going well, even more so now that Beryl came back to town, you know?" A wider smile stretched across his face as he mentioned the dark-skinned man. "Now that he's back, the Galatic Patrol will be united once again, have you ever thought about joining it?" Samba wasn't really sure if Cornatto was already a member or not, back then when he perused the database for the member lists, he couldn't remember if he ever spotted the man's name. Ah, so that's how Cornatto found them, while he wanted to know more about this strange old man that cursed the Saiyan's very existence just for helping him, he had more pressing matters to answer, like Cornatto's question. "Nah, we don't know each other," The Zoan shook his head. "We just so happened to clean the same car, is all." While he could have cleaned this car all on his own, he couldn't say that he minded the help one bit. "If you want to help us and get paid, you need to talk to that Bunny Zoan girl over yonder," Pointing towards the girl in question, the Zoan was about to continue cleaning the car until he was interrupted. From seemingly nowhere, but actually, at the edge of his peripheral vision, he saw it. A demon (because what else could it be with those horns) dressed in a suit approached them, offering a handshake and giving his namesake to the group at large. "Nice..." He wrinkled his nose as the acrid smell of smoke hit his nostrils, the Zoan sneezing as he waved a hand back and forth to disperse the smoke that hung around them. "To meet you, I guess." He frowned at the man, his odd request hanging in the air for a few seconds before Tulip's small show of anger broke the silence. 'Okay, this can end either poorly or really fucking poorly,' Looking back and forth between the Demon and the Saiyan female, the Zoan felt his brows pull together into a frown. 'Come on, Samba, think for a second! How to appease everyone before it goes all to fucking hell...'Feeling a proverbial light bulb light up in his mind, the Zoan put his plan into motion. His form began to bulge and shift slightly at his sides, and in the next moment, with the sound akin to clothes ripping at the seams, two Sambas stood at either side of the real one; those with sensitive energy skills will be able to tell that Samba's power level has gone down drastically as a result of splitting himself in two. "You!" Copy #1 pointed at Mammon before motioning for him to follow. "Follow me if you actually want someone to show you around." If the man was just fooling around, then the Copy would forcefully grab his arm to make him move along, but only if Mammon didn't make any intention to move. "Are you still interested in that spar?" Copy #2 voiced that out towards Tulip, the wolfman cracking his knuckles almost threateningly with a raised brow. "If so, my schedule has just become free to accommodate you." Crossing his arms over his naked chest, the copy waited for an answer before he'd do anything else. Samba, the original, sweatdropped at the display, sometimes his copies could be a real pain in the ass, but at least they served their purpose as sparring partners and a great way to multitask like a motherfucker.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Samba used Multiform! Creating two copies with 33% of his power level each, leaving him with the last 34%! Copy #1: 936,038 Copy #2: 936,038 Samba: 964,403 |
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 3, 2017 20:22:25 GMT
"A designated smoking area don't worry about it." he said with all the warmth of a snake midwinter, it was chilly. "This is medical its for health reasons." he held aloft the cancer stick loftily and dabbed its head with his index finger tossing ash in the direction of Tulip. "Not mine personally, people just happen to have accidents when I don't get my ciggy. Nothing to do with me of course." he said it like it had everything to do with him.
He watched as one dog became two dogs he clapped his hand's togeather at the spectacle with a mellow dramatic 'clap' 'clap' it had a pause between them that made them somehow sound sarcastic. "Now I forgot to pack treats Fido. But you say 'actually' like I was here for some ulterior purpose. Maybe I'm here to cheer up miss No Smoke Mcgee over there." he hooked a finger towards no Smoke Mcgee, with a flick of his hand. "Sad to say I didn't."
He thought about just doing it to be a problem and just as he was about to do another quip the dog reached out and snatched up in his grip, it was like a vice a vice made of muscle and dogs were only a couple generations from wolves and the force of a wolves jaws were, he stopped that line of thought before it crossed the border and gulped. Oh he was a jerk but he wasn't suicidal. "Lead the way Lassie."
"Loosen the grip, we're all friends here." it was debatable but he was never one to let truth stand in his way. "So 'boy' what's your name?" his mouth had done what it had always done it dug holes and he was about to hit China soon, he said 'boy' in the tones one uses for a dog or if one really wants to get a punch in the face.
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Feb 7, 2017 3:08:18 GMT
Mammon WC 1154 - 1846 PL earned. New Total - 41,735! Tulip Waterfield WC 825 - 1172 PL earned! New Total - 88,877! Samba WC 2298 - 3631 PL earned! New Total - 180,911! @orangotto WC 1940 - 2949 PL earned. New Total - 162,533!
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