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Post by Alaistair on Dec 25, 2016 9:59:33 GMT
( Sax, here's that thread... Let the shenanigans begin! And if you want entry into this thread, please ask me in a PM.) Thread PL: 149,355 Current PL: 10 Alaistair hopped from island to island, running on foot tireless so that no one would find him. He had taken precautions against any scouters and sensors that would pick his and his allies' powers... Yet, he was the only one that went through. Zerori, and Kizuki too, wanted to finish their training! This, he didn't have much of a problem with, but the next thing actually ticked him off, as it forced Xylo to lose his chance of escaping with the Devil. Even Helix, the little brother, couldn't come with him! Apparently one of Xylo's kids, of which Alaistair forgotten about, was keen on messing his father's plans over... Alaistair would have a good word with this boy if he ever found himself in HFIL! Meanwhile, he was having some difficulty trying to find the Loft! First things first! He told the demons there, Arthus, Eres, and Dorgia to hide the loft and his ship the first chance they could get. Clearly they followed through that, even to the point that they concealed their own power just to make sure of it! However, he could feel a faint presence from them, hidden somewhere amongst these isles. Rather than contacting, he was searching. If he was seen... "Where..! Where are- SHIT," Alaistair grunted, taking cover in a small hole in the side of the massive rock. A ship flew over, with some soldiers flying behind. They were flying low. Scanning the area. Alaistair thought to himself, "Security looks tight in this area... It's a good thing I'm hiding my presence."Alaistair resumed his search, after finding the unit moving along. He could feel them close to him! So much that he could... "FOR THE LAST TIME, ERES! I AM TOO BUSY TO TEST YOUR RECIPES!""That voice..! I know that scumbag anywhere," Alaistair muttered, grinning as he came to a stop. The voice was distant, but stressfully loud nonetheless! It belonged to Arthus, the bastard! Alaistair leaped isle to isle, trying to listen to the Demon's angry voice. "For one, I haven't played my beloved Saxophone in ages! Since that bastard Alaistair moved us here, I've had to worry about the paint on the Loft," the Demon shouted, clearly lamenting! Alaistair arrived at the isle, where the voice was continuing on shouting! It was a bit muffled by the blackened, wooden structured building, with neon wires spelling out, in cursive script, "The Cherry Valley," above its frontal doorway. The male voice boomed from the open doorway, exasperating, "We're not having this again... Put that knife do----wAH!"A red skinned demon, with barely any hair on his dome, lept back out of the doorway! He had on his person a black, unbuttoned vest over a white buttoned shirt that had the collared opened in the humidity of the planet. Brown slacks and shoes adorned his person, as he crawled upon his bottom out of the building, away from an onslaught of knives flying at him! He scrambled, cursing too! Today was clearly a bad day for him... And Alaistair was there to see the show! The Devil remained silent, as the bald headed demon ran towards him, looking back at the entrance and shouting, "You're crazy! Bonkers! Insane, ya damn-"Arthus slammed into Alaistair, with the devil barely nudging from impact from the slightly smaller demon. Arthus cursed, rolling on the ground as he held his face! He cursed, muttering loudly, "Frackin-frazzin' Rock wall! First got an angry chef I don't want to taste the food of, now I run into a damn wall..! Rather metallic wall too... Wait... There's supposed to be nooo---AALLL AALAISTAIR?!""Hello there, my young friend... I see you've been keeping the Loft together!"(I'll be leaving it at that... )
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Post by Trumpet on Jan 6, 2017 21:31:53 GMT
(Alaistair invited me to this. Hope you don't mind, Sax?)
Thread PL: 1,560
Current PL: 5
Under ordinary circumstances, the demon bouncing from island to island might have gone undetected by the people of Namek. But one island in particular wasn't as uninhabited as they might have been expecting. It had only been for a moment, but Alaistair had passed right through the secluded plot of land that Trumpet had been using to monitor and report on the status of the inhabitants of Namek since Xylo's death. Like the demon, Trumpet had also been attempting to remain undetected, which is probably why he didn't notice when the young Mazoku had begun to follow him.
"I hate stealth flying, it's so slow..." the corrupted Namekian muttered as he tried to keep pace with Alaistair, while simultaneously masking his ki from his senses. He almost lost the demon's trail when a ship passing nearby caused Trumpet to dive into the planet's ample supply of water to avoid being spotted from the air. It was only thanks to his heightened Namekian hearing that he managed to pick up his trail again once he resurfaced. And it was also thanks to his hearing that he learned about the potential danger lurking up ahead as he began to make his approach towards the Loft, coming into his field of view on the horizon.
"Well they sound rowdy..." the young Trumpet grunted, "More importantly, how did I miss this place, before?" he gritted his teeth and focused on the situation. There was a very real chance he was flying straight into danger right now. But he had spent his entire life immersed in danger, it was part of being raised by a demonic cult. And you didn't reach adulthood by being a coward; the instructors would never have permitted it!
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Post by Sax on Jan 8, 2017 13:44:00 GMT
[Sax's Thread PL: 1200]
Another had managed to weasel their way around the general area that the Cherry Valley Loft was situated in. They had been watching from a distance for a while since discovering that this place existed, meandering around largely unnoticed, as they were effectively native to this planet.
This particular rascal was Sax, a Namekian musician; they looked only slightly odd as they were far taller than the usual Namekian; they once wore clothes that weren't traditionally Namekian but has since then been offered more typical mystic garb by some kind villagers in the Maima region. As a way of paying back this kindness, Sax had provided entertainment via the whimsical art of music; and surprisingly enough their talent and technique was at a level that it didn't harm their audience... Which could be seen as a miracle given the sensitivity of the Namekian ear.
Young Sax had come close to the area the strange mansion resided, only to see three little imps carrying a strangely tube shaped package which haphazardly wrapped and tied up. The shape of the package was familiar, but without being closer or even seeing its contents, Sax couldn't tell for sure... Just what were these little troublemakers giggling about? "Oi, what're you doin with that?"
The three little imps stopped dead in their tracks, stared straight at Sax, and started screaming, running around wildly before running into each other all at once. After they regained themselves, they saw Sax was still there; and started to sweat profusely before yelling in unison. "FFFFFUCK!!! NYEAAAGGGH!!" After that burst of unwarranted profanity the three little imps scrambled away towards the strange mansion... While leaving their weirdly wrapped package behind. 'That was... Hm.' Sax cautiously approached the mysterious item, and gently picked it up; and in an instant they knew exactly what it was; another Saxophone. "Oh, sweet-- Wait. This has to be someone's. Now if those imps are connected, then..." Sax turned to face the Cherry Valley Loft with a grin, they would then quickly approach the building.
Today was going to be fun.
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 8, 2017 22:16:42 GMT
Upon Arthus screaming the name morosely, Dorgia pulled through the Loft's wall, as though it were made of something of jelly! It even whipped back in shape, as Dorgia stepped out in his brown suit and top hat. Meanwhile, a path of flame birthed into existence with what seemed to have been an imp at the end of it that got incinerated, before a slender, flaming haired woman stepped out with 2 ladels in hand. The craggy looking demon greeted Alaistair with a welcoming smile, whilst the flaming one held her torched shirt up with one hamd greeted Alaistair, with a ladel waving at him, "G'day there, Ali! We'll need to talk later!""Seems I came at a bad time," Alaistair claimed, a twitching eye brow with the grin, "What's with the imps..?""Seems the little critters are all over the planet, namely in the shadows," the slow, elderly voice of Dorgia quipped, "They started showing a couple of weeks after you died... Seemed attracted to Arthus's little collection from your office, that you took from him!""Hey, don't go pinning this on me," Arthus growled at the crag demon. Alaistair took a step forward, which immediately reset Arthus's mood to terrified, as he uttered, "Not that it's a problem though! It's your office space, after all! Just need to get those runts outta there and it'll be-""We're not alone," Alaistair thought aloud, stepping by and looking at the rocks around the Loft. Arthus looked at Dorgia, who seemed puzzled himself. The Devil felt someone near... And then he heard 3 imps nearby, on a neighboring island! There, too, he saw a strange looking Namekian! Rather feminine looking for one, too. The Devil waved over to the Namekian in a manner to suggest them to come over. He tapped his throat, too, with his other hand, to also suggest to them he didn't want to shout. ( Sax, Trumpet , your go guys! I'm assuming order's gonna be myself, Trumpet, and then Sax, aye?) (Current PL: 10)
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Post by Trumpet on Jan 9, 2017 4:06:35 GMT
Trumpet had just managed to come within visual range of the Loft proper when he heard a bunch of imps screaming obscenities, and reflexively ducked behind the nearest stone outcropping to avoid being spotted. Luckily for him, however, it seemed the imps were actually concerned with somebody else in the vicinity, a fellow Namekian that Trumpet wasn't completely sure he recognized from this distance. And he didn't want to risk using his telepathy on them, in case it turned out they weren't members of the Mazoku. Instead, he would wait and observe until he knew who (and what) the other was. Keeping his body just low enough to peak out over the rocks, he spotted another figure signal towards the Namekian. It looked to be the person that Trumpet had been following this whole time. It also seemed to be noticeably not a fellow Namekian!
'Is that a demon?' he thought to himself. He knew better than to mutter under his breath, Namekians had really, really good sense of hearing, and even at this distance, a grunt would be all it took to give away his presence. Instead, he steadied his breathing, heightened his focus and waited to see how the social interaction between them would play out. 'Wait... something about that guy seems familiar' Trumpet realized as he focused his gaze on Alaistair. He had been raised in a demonic cult, so there were certain figures of occult lore that he was familiar with, and he had the nagging feeling like he knew this particular fiend from somewhere. He just couldn't place his finger on it right now, but he was sure he could figure it out eventually. Maybe somebody would drop a name or something to help spark his memory.
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Post by Sax on Jan 10, 2017 12:28:08 GMT
The three little imps huddled together, assuming that nobody was listening and began to talk rather loudly; thereby defeating the purpose of a huddle. They spoke in disjointed sentences, but there were some very important keywords; such as 'stolen', 'saxophone' 'idiot' and 'Arthus', which were blurted out repeatedly... The lanky Namekian musician was right on the trail of the imps, who once again panicked and swore trying to get away. "SHIIAT. SHIIAAAATTT!!" Only to bump into one of the few entities gathered around the mysterious mansion...
"Get back here you little troublemakers!" Sax grumbled, barely having time to give a nod to the demon that gave them a signal to come over. At the very least the Namekian knew he was likely in the clear to approach, that was a start. "Don't think you can steal someone's instrument and get away with it while I'm around!" With a fiery declaration, Sax whipped one of their long arms forward, grabbing onto a rock before using the elasticity within their muscles to bring them right over in a flash! Tapping their own Saxophone which had been strapped to their back, eyes narrowed as they gave the imps a disappointed finger waggle. "Don't make me use thiiiis~"
The imps puffed out their cheeks and made inappropriate fart noises, unaware of the danger they were in... Yet, it wasn't because of Sax that they were in danger. Clearly the imps also didn't realize they had essentially admitted their act of thievery.
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 12, 2017 1:08:44 GMT
Seemed the brat wasn't noticing Alaistair. The devil sighed, as he drew his sword, and, with a rapid increase of ki, Alaistair hurled the blade at one of the imps this kid was messing with! It eviscerated the first two and dragged the third, after piercing them, through through blue ground, before Alaistair called out, "Dismiss, my Wrath!"The imp's body remained limp as the long sword vanished from the hole it gouged! After that, Alaistair lowered his power level, coughing as he did and gesturing the short Namekian. Arthus, meanwhile, rushed to the side of the isle to see what was going on, realizing a couple of imps were running off with his precious silvery saxophone! He screeched, as he flew after them, shouting, "My baby! Get your filthy little claws off her, you damn imps!"The remaining imps screeched and cursed as they tried to run off with Arthus's saxophone in tow. Alaistair laughed hardily, pointing at the frantic Arthus and struggling to shout, "You'll... HAH! YOU'LL NEED TO BE FASTER! They're quick and dirty lil'-"A swarm of mud and rock pelted Arthus, fueling his anger further and Alaistair's laughter! Yet, the Devil was preoccupied with the Namekian that was attacking the imps before, shouting over in a excited tone, "Hey, you over there! Can you- uhm... Hmm! Excuse me," he paused, clearing his throat so they could better understand him, before resuming in a light-hearted tone, "Could you come over here? I've some questions for you that I need answers to!"( Trumpet, Sax, whomever's up, pop in!) (Briefly raised power level to 149,355 before resetting it to 10.)
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Post by Trumpet on Jan 12, 2017 1:30:26 GMT
The Mazoku watched as the demon handily dispatched some of the imps before another figure starting shouting and chasing after some more of them. If he was trying to keep himself hidden before, he felt even more certain that stealth was a better option after having witnessed that display. The sword has vanished into nothingness, indicating the demon evidently had the power to manifest objects out of thin air! That was never a good sign, as your opponent could theoretically whip out anything in a fight, and therefor was nigh unpredictable. Instead of announcing himself, he kept behind the rocks and continued to listen in as best his heightened Namekian hearing would permit. Which was actually quite effective, to tell the truth. He might as well have been standing a few feet away from them, instead of several yards behind a collection of boulders.
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Post by Sax on Jan 18, 2017 11:13:59 GMT
The imps would soon meet a laughably unfortunate demise at the hands of the mysterious horned man. Sax didn't particularly see that as necessary, seeing as they were only being little pranksters. At the same time Sax was ready to have dispensed their own brand of musical justice upon them. "I mean, I had that on lock-down, but gee, thanks." Rolling their eyes, Sax approached as they had already intended to even with the myriad of interruptions.
"Anyw--" Even so, after finally reaching the group of people gathered outside of the mansion, another inconvenience reared its ugly head. More imps, stealing yet another precious item; a very ornate silvery saxophone. With a deep breath, pinching the bridge of their nose, they spoke in an exasperated tone. "... Hold this please. Duty calls." Sax had at that point essentially shoved the other wrapped up saxophone at the swordsman that had called them over, hoping that the man would be quick enough to catch it.
Rolling up their sleeves, Sax quickly stomped over to the little shits that were in the midst of running away. "HEY. YOU WANT SOME MUSIC HUH?! THEN GET A LOAD OF THIS YOU PUNKS!"
Moving their own instrument from its harness, Sax took a deep breath and started playing a rather violent melody-- causing a rather interesting reaction! A buildup of vibrant lime green ki erupted from their own Saxophone, aiming to knock the imps aside.
Either way it went, Sax would also bring an arm back before launching it forwards to snatch the antique silver Saxophone back.
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 18, 2017 20:26:46 GMT
The young Namekian came over, their voice sounding surprisingly feminine, compared to what Alaistair had come across thus far from Namekians! They were a bit sarcastic, too. Before introductions could be done, though, the imps that took Arthus's other, more precious saxophone had attracted the Namekian's attention. Alaistair was given one of Arthus's saxophones that they managed to acquire. Their own saxophone was brandished as they shouted at imps, energy erupting from the wind instrument as they gave chase! "Hmm... Now that's interesting," Alaistair thought to himself, holding the instrument with both hands, "That may be a neat person to have in my services... Isn't Arthus able to do the same, though?""Idiota! Non sapete che tipo," Arthus started shouting, before catching himself a moment to rapidly speed up to the imps! They shrieked as the demon grabbed and smacked the remaining imps off the strange instrument. The moment he saw the saxophone in the Namekian's hands, he wiped lower half of his face and nose, before speaking, in a common tongue, "Word of advice, youngster: This ain't a normal sort of instrument, and it's not just because the way it looks. It's hundreds of years old and is as precious to me as my own damned soul is!""Arthus, don't be so coi," the Devil shouted over, hearing the demon lecturing the Namekian, "They just helped recover not just one, but two of your saxophones! I'd say they're owed a reward!"Arthus gritted his teeth, looked the sleek instrument before sighing. He put his lips upon the reed, his fingers over the notches and with fingers dancing over the notches with a single breath, tested the instrument out. The sound the vibrating out was smooth and as soft as the small breath going into it. It held a sort of allure that could be described as magical as a whale's hym. He pulled his lips off the instrument and seemed satisfied with it, stating to the Namekian, "Thank ya... Whomever you are. Would you like to come inside to cool your head for a moment?"( Trumpet, your turn! )
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Post by Trumpet on Jan 19, 2017 23:52:53 GMT
Seriously, what was with all the damned shouting? Did they forget Namekians were super sensitive to such input? Limac's thoughts once again drifted onto how in the world he missed this place's existence if behavior like this was a common occurrence. But before he could be lost in thought, he refocused his attention on the scene before him. The people were skilled in battle, no question about that, but the way the situation was going made Limac suspect he had been overestimating them a bit. If the fact the imps didn't seem to actually be obedient to them, then that meant they were a foreign entity, most likely an infestation. "Okay, enough of this stupidity." he grunted to himself before placing one hand on top of the rocks and effortlessly hoisting himself over. He dropped down into view in front of them and turned his gaze directly upon the demon who seemed eager to speak to the Namekian musician. Which, by the way, he was curious as to how he picked up that little trick, but those questions could be saved for later. For now, he had one thing on his mind as he pointed to the figure he'd been chasing and asked in a demanding tone. "Who the hell are you people, and how has nobody detected your presence on our planet?" It didn't occur to him until a few moments later that Limac had been suppressing his ki the entire time, and hadn't yet released his full power. In other words, he jumped into a potentially dangerous situation with access to only a mere fraction of his power level! Hopefully they wouldn't respond with violence, at least not until he had time to power up and gain a better fighting chance. But, then again, they were demons. Generosity wasn't something they had a particular reputation for. ( Alaistair Sax )
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Post by Sax on Jan 23, 2017 11:31:27 GMT
"All the more reason to get it back as quickly as possible then, isn't it?" Sax cleared their throat; handing the grand silver instrument back to its owner without delay. The stranger even decided to play the instrument, either to check if it was undamaged or out of gratitude. Either way, Sax was pleased and enjoyed the small piece of music, politely clapping when the man finished. "Its no big deal. Think of it as mutual respect from one musician to another. My name is Sax." The lanky Namekian shrugged as they moved to sling their own Saxophone over their back once again.
"That aside, to business. I have passed this area a few times during my training, and only recently has the presence of those tiny... Hmm." Sax narrowed their eyes off to the side, seeing another one of those imps hiding behind a rock, who immediately scampered off into the great unknown after seeing the Namekian's piercing gaze. "Tiny troublemakers, yes lets go with that. As I was saying; only recently has the presence of those tiny troublemakers drawn my full attention. Does this place have an infestation problem, perhaps? Did you crash land here or...?" Raising an eyebrow, they waited for the strangers to explain the situation from their point of view.
Sax's antennae perked up as yet another Namekian quite rudely made their presence known. "Gee whizz, no need to be a dick about it." Of course, Sax had a few theories as to why off-worlders were hardly detected or spoken with, and none of them were positive...
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 23, 2017 20:31:21 GMT
"And I am Arthus," he spoke, bringing the saxophone to his side. Alaistair, meanwhile, simply continued to observe the two. Sax, meanwhile had taken time to explaining what brought them out, and to Arthus's dismay, the little buggers had been affecting other places! The demon replied to her, "No, we've been here for many months now, almost a year. Imps are among the lowest levels of my kind, but because they are still what they are, they can easily visit planet to planet from our home realm... Although, frankly, home realm's a boring as Hell place to begin with!"Al stroked his beard as he turned away, thinking that there was no need for him to continue waiting there. Dorgia made his way over, allowing Alaistair to hand the delicate instrument to him, telling him, "You know how to better treat this thing. It's better off yo-"He stopped himself, hearing another pop out! The devil dropped the instrument into Dorgia's hand carelessly, who fumbled it into his hands before relaxing it into his stony grip. Alaistair's energy was heightened once more to its fullest, as he reappeared in front of the new Namekian! Compared to Sax, this new one appeared to be much more of a Mazoku, like that of Xylo. They even sounded a bit like him, too. It was coincidental, though. "And hello to you as well, young Mazoku," the Devil spoke, his voice ominous, "We've our ways of keeping silenced and hidden... Similar to how you snuck onto my property, I imagine! And others not so much..."( Trumpet, your go!) (PL: Back to 149,355)
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Post by Trumpet on Jan 24, 2017 0:34:57 GMT
Trumpet flinched at the sudden approach by Alaistair, but largely managed to keep his composure. Intimidation tactics were something he was quite accustomed to, but that didn't mean they weren't partially effective. Specifically in this case, as he would have been an easy target with his power repressed as low as it was. After steadying himself, he looked the demon in the eye before folding his arms across his chest. "Really? Because with those imps screaming their heads off, I'm surprised an army of Warriors isn't breathing down your backs." He made a grunt of noticeable displeasure. "Xylo would have seen this planet run properly..." It now occurred to him that neither of them had properly introduced themselves. At the risk of this escalating from intimidation into violence, he decided it was a good idea to rectify that."My name is Trumpet, and yes, I am a Mazoku." he introduced himself, moving his hands to rest on his hips, "I'm seeing an awful lot of... *ahem* demons running around, so I assume you're no enemy of ours?" granted he had just watched them slaughter a bunch of imps not moments ago, but that was because they had been stealing from the others. If he had eyebrows, he would have been cocking one in curious expectation right now.
(Thread PL: 1,560) (Current PL: 5)
(Sax you're turn. ^_^)
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Post by Sax on Feb 3, 2017 12:11:48 GMT
"Huh. Then I suppose the imps playing up at such a level is new... Did anyone leave any mystical artifacts unattended? I heard that they sometimes latch onto broken or malformed summoning circles." Sax paced around slowly and tapped their chin considering the possibilities. "Yeah, it might just be a leakage problem." Nodding confidently the spindly Namekian turned to face the group once more. "You might wanna do a sweep of that mansion of yours and see whats up or more annoying junk like this will happen."
Sax looked over to the other Mazoku that introduced himself as Trumpet, giving him an unimpressed expression. "Whats so bad about the Warrior clan, huh? Worried they'll do their job and protect the planet or something? Honestly." Even though Sax was Mazoku and significantly better at hiding it, they didn't exactly support the exclusionary attitudes that the three Namekian castes had.
As far as Sax saw it, any living being is capable of being positive and peaceful. Any living being is capable of being negative and violent. With Namekians; the caste someone was born into shouldn't determine their morality. They alone should, as an individual.
"If you were snoopin' around over there you already know what my name is. Just in case you didn't hear; I'm Sax."
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