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Post by Zerori on Dec 22, 2016 2:34:56 GMT
“You’re leaving? Just like that-? But don’t you want to prepare for the next tournament?” “No.” Stomping away from the crowd of Oni’s that had only her ‘best interests’ in mind, Zerori was sourly trying to make her way back to Hell for a final try and getting her own training finished. Alaistair wasn’t the most patient of men so whatever time she wasted now had to actually be a good waste of time. And what was more wasteful than… training with a demon child? “By the gods, just thinking of it-!” She hissed silently to herself, ignoring the clamoring behind her by the other Oni’s. The halls of the tournament building weren’t maze-like in any way but Zerori hadn’t arrived by any teleportation means – so the airplane she had come on was the only option she was aware of. When that didn’t seem to be around any more (cut throat, I tell you!) she just groaned in annoyance. “C’mon, can I NOT just catch a break here?!” Turning around to the denizens of the otherworld that decided to follow her, she made quick work of her demands. “Take me back.” “Look, Miss Zerori, if you would just work with us we could make you a feared icon-!” This one was an Oni that was a small as he was loud, grinning at her like the cat that got the cream as he vomited the same propaganda that he expected she liked to hear. She didn’t care, “I’m already pretty ‘feared’, thanks. Call me a plane, make me a portal – I DON’T care what, but get me back to Hell.” She crossed her arms, “Or use that loud mouth of yours to summon ‘Beelzebub’.” Just the thought brought a smirk to her face, soon followed up with an uproarious laugh as he paled to a clearly white complexion. “Like I thought!” After all, what were the odds of summoning Beelzebub ? -- ((Here ya go, Etoru!)) |
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Post by Beelzebub on Dec 22, 2016 5:32:04 GMT
"You called~!" Said a voice that rang out from above. There, just a few feet above Zerori and the group, was Beelzebub floating upside down, arms crossed. He had a mischievous grin plastered onto his face. "Beelzebub, here and in the flesh!" The demon prince floated upright and hovered down into the group. "If it isn't my favorite student~! How's it hanging Z? Anyways I couldn't help but over hear you needed a way out of here!"
He paused, giving her a moment to process what he said, before he quickly spoke again. "Well! Consider this training! Escape these annoying photographers who want my legendary student to continue bringing more publicity to the place....hu...huhu..." Of course, this was more of a way to just have his fun before they actually began training. And what better fun to give someone misfortune!
The demon prince clapped his hands, then smiled. "Around the tournament place should be a portal leading back to HFLL If you find it before it closes...you win! And you're home free~ BUT! If you're too lame to keep pace with the game...! Eheh...that rhymed---ahem! Then it'll close, and you'll be stuck here for a few more hours, days, weeks, months, and possibly even years~! Have fun~! Synara!" And so, the bratty teacher snapped his finger, before purple smoke poofed around him....and then he was gone. The Oni swarmed around Zerori, asking her questions about training, if she ever lost a match, how long it took to be this stron, etc etc.
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Post by Zerori on Dec 22, 2016 8:48:00 GMT
With an unladylike screech of surprise, Zerori jumped and backed away at nearly the same time with the appearance of the sudden boy. “Y-y-y-you’ve gotta be shittin’ me…” She stuttered, fantastically wrong but also spontaneously appraised. All that time she spent looking for this kid and all she had to do was… call for him? Shaking her head briefly to regain composure, she looked at him like he had two heads but answered all the same. “Yeah, escape was definitely on my mind.” Stepping forward as the little prince continued, she would push aside a particularly annoying photographer that had the gall to actually reach for her hair. She hissed at the ogre when her tail was the next target just before she heard the next step in her, uhm… ‘training’. “What?! Look, I want get out of here but can’t you just-?!” A pull at her tail seemed to be the final straw. “RAUGH!” Her body burst into flames in a ‘FWOOSH’ before it disappeared and revealed her back to normal, “Stay cool, stay cool,” She chanted, running a hand through her hair before she let out a soft sigh and looked to the boy. Just before he disappeared in a flash of smoke. “…Fuck.” “Great student of Beelzebub, how did you win the fight against the king of Konats?!” “Will there be another match?!” “How did you die-?!” “ Miss Zerori!” If she thought it would help… she’d cry. Just a little; not a lot. Swallowing down her insipid temper as much sufficiently possible, she bit her tongue and started calmly, gradually getting more frustrated that she even bothered, “I was stronger, obviously. No, I won, obviously. I lost a fight, obviously!” Until finally, “I don’t CARE!” Rushing forward, she pushed and pulled and threw as many out of the way as possible before eying a door and rushing through it in a burst of whirlwinds. Three swift cuts in the wind later, she was back outside and looking out at the odd scenery around her that was… well, Other World. “C’mon, if I can just… Find something.” Gnashing her teeth together as just jumped once more into the wind, she would appear and re-appear in various locations around the tournament locale. From the top of the seats where the audience sat, down the tournament floors that were repaired pristinely, to as far as the giant chair that felt like someone important would usually sit there. Shaking her head, beads of sweat spattered across her brow, she would take a small break and seat herself in the large throne to think. “If I… were a little annoying brat with god-like powers, where would I hide a portal?” Tapping her bottom lip with one hand, face cradled in the other, it took a few moments before the answer came to her in a flash. She grinned fiendishly and turned to look behind her at the metal gong that would signal each fight, “Hm. If I were Etoru…” She stood up, clenching a hand into a fist as she approached the golden plate, “-what better way to make a statement and grab attention!” Throwing a singular punch, with much more power than a referee could, she knocked the Gong clear off its set and into a wall just adjacent where it smashed loudly and cracked the stone into a formation of it’s shape. The sound that reverberated the room before that, however, even had the hybrid holding her hands to her head in pain as it deafeningly permeated the entire planet. “Ah, shit! Just because you can… ugh, doesn’t mean it’s a good idea!” However, the moment bore fruit and sitting there, whirling and warping was her ticket home - the portal. With a quick dash towards it, she disappeared from the tournament grounds and found herself thankfully in the very familiar locale of Hell. Landing on the ground, she placed hands upon her hips with a haughty smile, "Hey, I figured it out! How about a pat on the back, eh?" She called into the realm, awaiting the boy's return. --- Beelzebub Etoru |
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Rhytid
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Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
Great Namek (x5)
Meikai no Senshi (x8)
Zeni: 2,040
Tag: @rhytid
OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on Aug 26, 2017 22:31:38 GMT
Zerori your word count is 1,003 and your PL gains are 1,505!
Old PL: 372,879 >> NEW PL: 374,384!
Adding now.
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