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Post by Levlidian on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:42 GMT
An almighty roar filled the sheer, rocky plains of Gizard Wasteland followed by a thunderous boom, several more coincided with the deduction that a soul fought out here amongst the legendary state of combat. "Faster," roared Levlidian as he dipped and weaved through his own, premeditated fighting scenario, from the thick plumes of debris and dust tore his own self illuminated by the same golden Aura as he. Again and again they clashed in a ferocious exchange of fists; their speed was blistering awakening the still air into violent waves of extended manipulation. Molecules hummed and vibrated beyond the eyes comprehension and betrayed their intrusion via another roar.
"Burning-," The true Levlidian contorted his form as he was driven free by a vile snap kick, knuckles settled to his palm a bright red aura coiled into subjugation before its summoner. Static discharge vented vibrantly to the stone his heels soon met, rock and dirt folding in on itself to fill the concave he create din the wake of his sliding form; "HOWL!". ther eit was, a terrifying, searing ball of brilliantly red plasma flanked by the flames of its hem, an electric blue that in turn rose the explosive cry of plasma creating a thick cylinder like beam aimed for his alternate self. It had taken a great deal of time but finally he had absolute control over his transformation into the False Super Saiyan, granted he held no accountability toward the brutal savagery that came with it, however he'd been able to summon it at will for several weeks now. Still, no true form lay in sight.
The explosion that followed saw his injured, alternate self fall and strike the dirt dissipating into nothing, it was from whence it came but the panting boy soon drew erect; fighting himself was proving less and less of a challenge. After all, he could predict his own movements, predict the trains of thought; needless to say he'd mapped his own abilities fairly well. However, the emotional state he courted had a very different story, acting as a Guardian was proving difficult for him. In all his time here only a few trusted his abilities, more however distrusted his heritage and this frustrated him. That amongst other things were why he was here at all today, the plan was to make as much noise as he could then do what his species did best; beat the best, make the non-believers listen.
Who was he, as he began to stretch and prepare, to challenge what others would perceive, after all it was a constant daily struggle to remain on the narrow path of a saviour. At time, Lev' wished for the simpler life back and this swaying to a darker existence; was what held his power back, he was convinced. What could be debilitating more so than being unsure of one self in combat and questioning your own moral objectives. Little did he know, that perhaps, today was the day he was tested entirely on his own beliefs.
[Thread PL: 152,000
FSSJ Active: PL 912,000]
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Post by Durian on Dec 31, 2016 7:23:47 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD
“Where the fuck are you, Lev?”
It wasn’t often that Durian had demonstrated her abilities with telepathy. In fact, it had only been utilized once before. A strenuous and completely focused event with Marcel Law. The quick encounter of the minds had strengthened a skill she didn’t even know she could acquire, but that’s how she was able to speak to the Saiyan now. Her voice would be forced and aggravated. While the Kagami attempted to stay calm and collected, when it came to the recent people in her life she was finding trouble finding a center that didn’t include irritation.
Durian had seen him rush off. Felt his power level spike. The question she posed wasn’t so much to ask where he was located as much as what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t helping her. He wasn’t helping Hinawa. The fact that his power had risen so far in such little time, a matter of seconds even, as he activated his Fake Super Saiyan state worried the Kagami. He was much above her level, she couldn’t likely take him, but it wasn’t the time for him to be causing destruction. She was in the North for learning, damn it. Not to make sure he didn’t level the planet because he was moody and hungering for a fight.
Having no means of transportation or flight, her progress was a bit slow going. Thankfully for her, she had noticed Levlidian leaving in the first place. While he would have a good amount of distance on her, she would be able to follow as long as he didn’t get too far. Him training in a single area helped her out quite a bit. She was close. Not directly near, but close. Making her way swiftly through the snow covered by her normal black slacked self, her energy would hum lightly around her. A light red glow as she kept herself warm and felt her anger rising. Her anger wasn’t placed anywhere, yet. But with Levlidian it seemed it always found a home.
A shot of power not connected to the man would flash through her senses. And her eyes would pick up the light and dust that would fly from his attack’s power. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly in an aggravated fashion, she’d pick up her pace and try to close the distance between herself and this Saiyan. While they may not be friends. Nor allies. Nor really anything other than two in the same area training to be stronger, she had no desire to let a Saiyan fall into a rage upon another planet. Especially not him.
“Levlidian. You’re less stable than I’ve seen you be.”
It wasn’t exactly concern he would hear in his head, but it was certainly less biting. Like she was trying to figure out why. Or ask him if something was wrong. Durian was still out of immediate range. He might catch sight of her if he looked her way though a bit far off. Her power... though not measurable to his, was not hidden in this moment. The greatest thing she had to fear in this moment was Levlidian. And he was going to know of her presence either way. She was going to make sure of that.
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PL - 32,632
KP - 3/3
Techs Used =
Telepathy [UT1]
The basic form of Telepathy allows Durian to communicate with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Energy Sensing [UT]
Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 31, 2016 11:58:50 GMT
PL: 21,942 KP: 3/3
It was like the passing of a giant it tore dust from the ground in great handfuls of billowing debri it broke the silence of the wasteland with a cold metallic roar. It was a long dark sheet of metal with shining flairs of silver that glowed in the hot rays of the sun, and when it spoke it scattered lizards from their hiding place, in what only could be heard as 'Beep' 'Beep'.
He sat there behind the steering wheel of his car the radio blaring a heavy beat with voices screaming their lungs out. "On a highway to hell!" he screamed out in time with the cars surround sounds, he hit a lizard with a 'thump' spattering a red line of guts and scale across the arid landscape. That's twelve now, he scratched out a small tally on the dashboard with a pointed fingernail. He had been doing this for half an hour now hunting down lizards and anything too slow for his car, some may call this un-sportsman like but hey he was a demon. "On the highway to hell!"
It lit up in his senses like a firework factory built next to a crematory, the results were explosives. "Someone is angry." He tore up the dusty patch of land and streaked towards the super tantrum. "Bet it's a monkey, they're always pissed about something. Bet its lack of power." he turned to his back seat his head snapping back to look at the empty seats, no one to hear his wit the world wasn't fair. "I need to get what's the word, lackeys? Minions, right friends." needless to say the empty car didn't reply. "Yep friends."
He streaked towards the two, the car swerving in half a circle pulling up short and tossing an appropriate amount of dramatic dust. He had practiced that at least twenty times before getting it right, well worth the time. The door opened with a 'click' a long leg shot out and a than a body filled the space to the scream of Brian Johnson 'Hey Satan, paid my dues'. He had curving horns that rose from his head, dark sunglasses pulled down on his nose to show the firelight of his eye's which some poor poetic sod may describe them as portals to hell, he wore a dark suit and looked nothing short of demon meets car salesmen, entirely untrustworthy.
"Greetings mortal, I have one question for you. What do you want?" Cryptic yes, made any sense no. But that was how people expected demons to appear and Mammon, wasn't one to disappoint.
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 2, 2017 0:20:48 GMT
Heavy breathing and a steady heart rate filled the mans ears as his heels met with the frozen earth of the North, it was then that a familiar voice pierced his mind but not of the woman he was used to having invade. Turning about on his heel another, much darker energy swept into his minds eye followed by the tell tale sounds of a half decent song, even as the vehicle drew level with him despite the devastation wrought upon the land, Lev' could barely foresee just what was about to emerge. Within his mind he spoke, not directly to those who had spoken at all but more of a thought all of his own assuming they could hear at all. Even as that came to pass, a Demon rose from the confines of his neatly 'kept car dressed equally as ironic as his choice of tunes.
Falling free of his False Super Saiyan state, golden flames descended to meek crimson until they dispersed entirely, the younger Saiyan had deactivated his kinetic signature thus depleting the electromagnetic field. Wisps of air courted his long Gi into a flutter of irritation, the soft hum of traditional plasma manipulation faded. Steadily, he began to approach the Demon whom freed himself.
"What do you want Durian?" his inner voice boomed with a distinct lack of emotion, a lesser shell to what he'd evoked before; a steady flare of a screaming Tomoyo seared into his minds eye causing the beasts jaw to draw taught in irritation, "If you're here to remind me more so of my racial destiny, I don't need it right now,". A flux of crimson ki flared and dispersed to match the vein protruding about his temple; he was angry. Even as he spoke within his mind, a regard hadn't been missed for the second new comer, Durian he couldn't see, not just yet anyway.
"Greetings to you as well, Demon?" the question was drawn in sibling to the rise of one brow, "What do I want? Well, at this precised moment 'Lucifer' I want to know why an Ironically arriving Demon has swum in here asking my inner most desires," a grin bloomed about Levlidian's thin lips whilst each of his arms arose to coil about one another; upon folding them such would forge a weft of black cloth and flesh. "What brings a dark soul like you into a desolate place like this, is it time for me to pay for my sins? perhaps my father's sins are the active debt,". The joke was evident in a flare of amusement that ignited within the beasts singular obsidian orb, his milky white, inactive orb sitting blandly and stationary.
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Post by Durian on Jan 2, 2017 7:33:05 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Another signature met her senses. It made the Kagami hesitate. She didn’t want further trouble, and hell Levlidian was plenty. Her steps faltered only for a moment though, she needed to continue. She had set out after Lev and she needed to finish that. Whatever presence this was, it was possible it could make things worse. Levlidian plunging into Saiyan ways and tearing through people with apathy... She almost growled audibly at the mere thought. It wouldn’t take long for the sounds to meet her ears. ‘Music.’ Wheels. That was... weird. Wait... Lev’s power dropped? Once again Durian was caught by surprise. This sound had made him drop his power? Her steps slowing, she would begin heading up a rise in the snow that blocked her seeing further. Maybe she should discontinue if someone was already calming the saiyan. If someone could keep reigns on him, they might as well. She had little luck in doing so. That’s when she’d catch the faint sound of him answering. But it wasn’t the same as Marcel. He had specifically tried to answer her. Lev... was a weak whisper. Still, she could catch most of it. Especially his lack of care in answering her. One part of her was irritation. Another... could try to understand that she may have come across a bit harsh in the first place. What he whispered next would irritate her two fold. Not only was he mocking her hating his Saiyan heritage. The fact that he was and proved to be a Saiyan that was only driven by power and the need to put himself above others by any means AND destiny. “Fuck destiny.” The Kagami would unintentionally and furiously reply. Lev couldn’t have known. Hell, he probably didn’t even mean it that way. But destiny. Marcel had brought it up to. That some unknown magical source in the universe had dictated her whole life from start to finish. That she had no choice. It was a coward’s way of thinking. A way to rely on an unknown source so that one wouldn’t have to put in effort. Because whatever happened was going to happen anyway. Reaching the crest of the hill in her fury, she’d see the pair. And they’d be able to see her. A red aura just barely hovering over the flesh of the kagami. It was flame-like in appearance and brought her rainbow-esque hair dancing as if suspended by consistent wind or flowing water. Her fury further encompassed by her red eyes. Not to be confused, she wasn’t specifically mad at Lev. And she realized that in this moment, but it didn’t help the anger she felt for people trying to tell her that she should just sit back and let destiny run its course. A demon in her sight. A Saiyan in her sight. Pressing her feet into the snow and having it melt beneath the heat of her aura, she’d slide down the snowy bank in one swift swoop towards the loud car, demon, and saiyan. The question had been lost to her as she had been too far away, but she would catch the end of Lev’s statement. It didn’t speak of familiarity. She should be wary then? Keeping her eyes on the demon, a brief question would be placed into the mind of her.... ally? “Not a friend of yours?” While the irritation would still be obvious, it wasn’t snapped at him. Genuine questioning with a bit of her guard showing in the way her body prepared as if an attack might come from the demon at any moment. Levlidian Mammon--------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Telepathy [UT1] The basic form of Telepathy allows Durian to communicate with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 2, 2017 12:31:23 GMT
PL: 21,942 KP: 3/3
"I'm lookin' for a soul to steal." he replied to Levlidian, in a musically inclined tone. "I'm in a bind 'Cause I'm way behind..." he made a motion of holding out his arm and bringing across an invisible bow miming a fiddle. "But I forgot my golden fiddle, so there won't be any of that." he produced a packet of cigarette from his breast pocket with a little picture depicting a shriveled up foot with the caption 'is it worth it', and to answer it the demon pulled out a cancer stick lit it up and began smoking. "Smoke? I don't know about the deeds of the father, but maybe I can put in a good word for you with the collector."
"But yeah there's formalities to uphold unless you want to play me in a game of chance?" he slid up on his bonnet and took a long drag of his cigarette before letting out a cloud of smoke, it bobbed there a moment like a vapourize ship leaving port and fading from sight. "I'm really here to see what all the screaming was about."
"What's with her?" he looked up towards the rainbow challenged warrior. "Spurned girlfriend." he turned a rueful smile towards Levliden, which on his face looked like the smile of a convicted predator. "She's giving you the eyes, I mean if I'm interrupting something pretend I'm not here." he let out a rumbling chuckle laughing up at his own joke, his pointer finger going to his cheek to wipe away at a none existing tear. "Woah." he turned his eye's towards Durian, giving her the once over. "I usually have to do something to get someone to look at me like that."
"Smoke?" he offered out the half finished cigarette towards the female warrior. "At least she hasn't pulled out the holy water. People have odd ideas about my kith and kin."
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 3, 2017 0:53:07 GMT
Levlidian up took the offer and plucked a cigarette free of its packaging, settling the item between his lips and allowing a short smirk to emerge; he'd seek ignite the air before a finger with a simple piece of ki manipulation. The vibrating molecules heated the air before an extended digit to the ridge of his guilty pleasure courting brimming hue of embers to which he'd take a long drag. "Collector's buy time, not freedom," he stated simply as a thick plume of bitter smoke coiled like a serpent between his lips. "As for her-," the beast singular, obsidian eye settled about her with a glimmer of guilt that soon swept back to his boots before enclosing within a tomb of flesh as he closed it.
"-She's not my biggest fan, though seems you're not the only one drawn by my training today,". another exhalation drew a waft of smoke unto the confines of the air before him whilst his brows furrowed to his own thoughts; "No, seems friendly enough,". It was clear she could hear him even if he didn't broadcast as Durian could, adjusting the position in which he stood and pocketing one hand; Lev' cradled the smooth cigarette between his forefinger and middle whilst waiting for the Kagami to meet these two in the middle of the field of his battle.
"As for your question, I was training, the usual Saiyan thing of trying to exceed my own faults in combat," even now these words sounded bitter and resentful to the facts he betrayed, it was different even to him. The last few weeks had seen a cease in the questioning and self doubt only unleashing a level of bravado long since dead; until now. "Unfortunately possessing kinetic powers and tossing them around at another version of yourself generally destroys the scenery, hence why I'm away from a local populace to perfect it- Hello Durian, were you worried?". The bitter sneer vanished and was replaced with a curt, thin smile reflecting a very different perhaps all to familiar look of hatred and yet it didn't seem focused upon the woman; more so to the projection he was outputting to smother something more.
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Post by Durian on Jan 5, 2017 7:34:18 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD I don’t know about the deeds of the father, but maybe I can put in a good word for you with the collector. A short and quick bit of air exhaled through her nose, Durian scoffed at the thought it brought. Levlidian didn’t need a good word put in to drag him to hell. He deserved him. Him and the rest of his poisonous race. And if the demon meant a good word in, somehow, with a heavenbound collector. Fat chance. Lev could suffer in flames for eternity. Or however that worked. “Play him in a game of chance. You like to enjoy yourself.” Durian near challenged, though there was no amusement in her expression or words. It was a reference back to when they met. About him enjoying a fight if both enjoyed it. So play with a demon. What’s the worst that could happen? At least for her. If Lev somehow died, would she even care? Unlikely. Something would grab her attention more than her dislike for Lev. Or... spur that dislike forward. The mentioning of her possibly being his girlfriend. Grey eyes burned anew with the red ruby eyes of her people. Flicking her right arm away from her and drawing her hand into a fist, the appendage would burst into flame. The heated ki flickering about her arm, the red eyes dead-locked upon the demon who suggested something despicable, disgusting, and dirty. And continued. Wiping a tear from his eye, he’d put his attention upon her. Making his statement about needing to have done something. “You just did.” The female hissed. Logic told her to back down. Fighting him served her no purpose. It would be easy to figure out that, no, she was not going to be taking a smoke. The more furious part is that Lev found the demon likeable. Of course he did. He reveled in her disgust and pain, why wouldn’t he? Fucking Saiyans. Durian would have missed the guilt that he had cross his face for a split moment due to her focus in anger upon the demon. The Kagami was nearer to them by now, but would draw no closer to one than another. A triangle formed. Much like it had when she had met Hinawa with Emer. A battle had commenced then, would one now? The female could feel her heart tighten at that thought. Levlidian was not someone she could take. This demon... was unknown. But if joined with the Saiyan it would be her last day drawing breath. Her figure did not tell this story of fear, but her own mind knew. Levlidian did succeed in gaining her attention, however hard it may have been for the red eyes to be peeled off the demon she wanted to strike so badly. Worried? Was that the question? Straightening up her posture a bit, as if she might choose not to strike right away, she’d eye the Saiyan. She looked no happier. No less insulted and displeased. “Worried you’d move on to innocent targets with the unstable way you were acting.” She didn’t understand his look. Durian didn’t get what that thin smile meant to her, if he was showing his distaste for her or something else. Her red eyes would flicker back to the demon. She couldn’t forget him. “No soul to steal from me. But he’ll play a game.” Like throwing him to the wolves. You could always prove that your Saiyan blood doesn't make you an overlording and controlling monkey in search of power and destruction. There was almost amusement in that telepathic challenge. Almost. Durian certainly wasn't amused, but it was like she was laughing at the thought that any Saiyan could be different than what she knew them to be. Selfish. Self serving. Destructive. Let him play a game and show what he might be worth. Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 - one charging Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Telepathy [UT1] The basic form of Telepathy allows Durian to communicate with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 6, 2017 4:02:51 GMT
"Will he now?" he arched a brow at the female warrior, his eyebrow hovered there upon his forehead like some great hairy caterpillar trying to escape his face. "No pressure from me." he slid off the bonnet and kneeled he dug his pointed nails into the ground and scratched out a square box three rows high and three rows across, he looked back up to the two expectantly.
"If you're up for the challenge Saiyan, but let me explain the rules if you're unfamiliar with the terms." he flicked a finger towards his horns pointing at them to emphasize his point and the fact he was a demon. "Now, I don't know if you know but the currency of souls is a little draconian for my tastes." he couldn't actually take souls he wasn't really sure what the point would be if he could? I mean what the hell does one do with a soul, he wasn't sure but he didn't have to let them know that. "I bargain for favors for the most part, if you win a game of chance I owe you-" he held up his hand three finger's waggling. "-three favors, you'd owe me one if I win."
"Now, you have the choice but I didn't bring anything. Ever play naughts and crosses?" he looked between the grid and Levlidian. "So what do you say." he went into his car for a moment returned with a black briefcase with the letter 'M' engraved on its cover, It was the traditional kind a bit of leather burnt in with a hot brand. "Now." he unfastened the clips with a 'click' and pulled out a long-necked bottle of some kind of wine with no label, and a cup. Well calling it a cup wouldn't do it justice. It was a hollowed out skull in the fashion of crude cup, its eyes were sealed with some kind of blackened clay and it leered up at those gathered around. "Drink of the skull, and we seal this covenant."
It would be sealed as long as no one turned it over and read its fine print, 'novelty skull cup for all your dress up needs' he had gotten the skull in a joke store and it went a long way in mooking people and making sure they kept up their end of the bargain, he had to keep his end they didn't. So if some dark covenant and some 'ancient' words were shared a little showmanship could go a long way. "I warn you, once you drink there's no turning back." he filled the cup with the red wine that sloshed about in the novelty skull. "So what do you say?"
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 6, 2017 23:08:04 GMT
This was becoming an odd situation, before him stood characters he could barely read beyond one ethic or another, swiftly the Saiyan fixed his gaze unto the chattering Mammon and trying to listen to two voices at once, it was more so hard than you'd imagine. A look of concentration fluttered about the visage he courted, a pearl of sweat coiling down his cheek; it seemed the training had exhausted him some what but it was nothing compared to trying to converse whilst blood thundered through his veins dictating violence.
"I doubt you'd want a soul like a Saiyan's, nasty things, they punch even when ethereal," a chuckle came to light in both his eye and maw, however; the effect lasted for a small amount of time. The Demon was an odd one, Levlidian observed the skull with a furrowing brow as the delicious, crimson wine spilled into the sculpture of it; "Hm, I'm not sure what sort of man you take me for, but, I'm not going to drink something a Demon whipped out of his car and his briefcase," with a hand protruding, the beast flared a broad grin; "I have my honour to up hold devilish one, so once you take my hand and shake-," his arm uncoils from the weft forged about hsi chest and the gloved paw splays to offer the movement, "-I will be honour bound as a warrior to fulfil what ever it is you ask. -IF- you win, of course," The single dark orb flared after Durian and with a ever broadening grin he'd utter with his mind.
"I don't need to, not to you, it's your hate that's blinding you; not anything I do. It shows with your assumption I'd kill innocents just because I'm angry," the tone was icey, chilled to the core and his eye reflected that same animosity and hatred as before. Fortunately it seemed he was only directing it in general rather than directly at her. "If you can read minds then, perhaps you should let me show you what my last few months have been like; maybe you'd understand," adverting his attention back to Mammon; he'd continue.
"So, which game did you have in mind again? One of chance?", another sentence fluttered through his minds eye, "Maybe less Saiyan's would turn into monsters if less people expected it, never think it's your sort of influence that brings the bad out in us? In Saiyan's like me trying to change? of course not, you're flawless," more venom and this time; the hate was directed right at her for the very reson she directed hers to him.
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Post by Durian on Jan 7, 2017 4:42:26 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Durian had little doubt that Levlidian could pass up a challenge by anyone. If it could possibly gain him something he wanted he’d have the arrogance to go for it. The fiery ki still was alight and burning across her arm. Her irritation hadn’t subsided. The anger she felt and pain brought from somewhere buried within her mind was still stabbing her. While she didn’t have the intention to attack, she didn’t feel the need to extinguish the flames. And she wouldn’t. Favors. The kagami held back the urge to roll her eyes. Two males, one being a saiyan, playing a game for favors. She could only see the mess that would come from the two of them entering into such a deal. Either Levlidian using a demon to make a greater mess of anything he could. Or a demon using Lev to further the destruction of a strong saiyan. Lev’s joke about punching even while ethereal just irritated the woman further. Exhaling through her nose as not to let out a more obvious sign of disapproval, she’d make sure to keep her eyes upon the odd demon. While he wasn’t a welcoming presence, he certainly wasn’t the level of a saiyan. Bringing her gloved hands out in front of her, she’d give three slow claps towards the demon and speak. “Didn’t I tell you he’d play? He’s so fun that way.” The last part was spoken sarcastically, to which Durian would look to the man. Just in time to see his good eye settle on her with an irritating grin. There was little amusement in her expression, and less so when he’d reply to her. Well.... speak in his head. He was close enough and she was paying attention enough to catch the thoughts. Would you not kill me, Levlidian? Now, she was far from innocent, neither is it what she meant when she came out to keep an eye on him. You’ve done nothing but prove me right. Join me for a fight so you could enjoy yourself. Threatening me with death or to be at your side as an ally. Do you not hold yourself above me, saiyan? So far, the kagami was pretty calm. Not happy or pleased, she was obviously feeling a great distaste for the man as she recalled when they met. As Levlidian would turn back to the demon and so would she. What game would they be playing? Durian had no one to root for and certainly no interest in playing. What could a demon offer her? Her eyes would flicker to the saiyan as he’d reach out to her again. Trying oh so desperately but not really making it to her mind. The moment you can tell me you’ve seen a child beaten to death for bringing the wrong spoon, and no one bat an eye, remind me that my hatred is misplaced. It was almost a smirk that crossed her lips. It would be hard to see, below that mask of hers, but it was cruel. She had dismissed the pain of her memories and merely felt the hatred for those who could do so much and have everyone care so little. I’m broken. But driven. I dare you, Levlidian, to show me your life and have it conquer every saiyan that ever murdered their slaves for a slight wrong doing. To show me you aren’t as crazed, blood-thirsty for power, and hardened against anyone but yourself. Show me your difference, saiyan. the telepathic word ‘saiyan’ spit out with every bit of disgust the female could muster. Show me you’re not a monster. But do not. Blame me because your race is too weak to be anything more than full of lust.Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 - one charging 2nd post complete Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Telepathy [UT1] The basic form of Telepathy allows Durian to communicate with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 7, 2017 20:35:47 GMT
"Honour eh?" he looked from Levlidan, to Durian to the cup. "What the hell is that anyway? Every man thinks it's something different. You can't drink it. You can't screw it. The more of it you have the less good it does you, and if you've got none at all you don't miss it.” he looked back up towards the Sayian warrior shaking his head from side to side, the bands of hair rocking back and forth on his scalp like water it flowed down his shoulder's. "And you want me to put faith in that?" He stretched out the flat of his hand and grasped Levlidan, shaking it. "The covenant is sealed."
He let go brought up the skull and drained it dry with a wet fleshy sound, it ran down his mouth and formed in small wells of red liquid in the crags and cracks of his neck. "Ah!" he turned to look towards Durian, a snake-like tongue flickered out of his mouth. "You speak an awful lot for him." it ran the length of his lip's and where the forked tongue touched it left a thin line of saliva, he looked upon the female warrior with the look of a slave master something meant to strip the humanity from the bone, and put a price tag where once stood a human, how long would it be before you started inspecting the teeth. "Yet I feel I'm missing half of it no? You look upon him with much meaning young one, yearning? Hate." he nodded to himself his head bobbing up and down. "Are you sure you're not the one who wants to roll the dice?"
He leaned down and gestured amiably at the small grid he made earlier. "This is what the Earthlings call naughts and crosses, the aim of the game is simple. To win one must get three in a row before your opponent, simply draw a cross or circle." he looked back up to the male warrior, to see if understanding had reached him. "X starts first, you have the choice." he clipped back the bottle and skull into their case and slid them into his car. "Well, let the game begin."
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 8, 2017 18:56:28 GMT
Levlidian didn't answer her, his eye softened and he looked, for the briefest moment, defeated; Durian held a good point he truly was beating against a brick wall with his fight. The hands at his sides balled into boulders betraying a subtle crack and he inhaled loudly beating back the shroud that enveloped his mind, what was he doing trying to be better, what right did he have at all? "Fine, you win," c\me his croaked reply within his mind. Suddenly his persona flared into a false state, regarding Mammon with a short, arrogant grin that refused to meet his eye. The beast stepped into the 'arena' so to speak and leaned to mark the paper as instructed; "I'll take X's," he said with amusement.
Slowly he drew the creation to the left of the page; "Simplify it all you like, if you don't understand it you don't understand it, just say that," rising from leaning about this page, the beast coiled his arm back and stood to wait for Mammon to attempt at this game. "I'm asking you put some faith in me not my beliefs, in any case, if a man holds something in high regard is it not safe to bet upon that? Otherwise, every soul has a different perspective of everything, from the world to an insect and to basse your choice on others having a difference in opinion so much so that you miss the point; it's a little meek to se as an excuse to discard it all together,"
"Honour is a mans personal code, be it to protect or destroy and the show of respect in battle. To never take advantage and seek easy victory; to test yourself entirely, physically, mentally, morally and take measure of how life has shaped you. We all fight, one way or another and to disregard one version is to insult any who have fought some kind of battle, we all have honour and pride in that fact. Lev' had ceased looking at Durian, this swapped to his eye meeting hers and reflecting nothing but a dead pan darkness. "She despises the Saiyan race, she hates me by extension,"
"Meet me in the south after this, I'll show you," came the same defeated tone again, he didn't even seem to hide it anymore. Honestly, the beast had all but given in to what he really was. This entire enedeavour had been to prove he could get better, just as the woman said he could; he supposed even the sweet and Naieve could be wrong.
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Post by Durian on Jan 9, 2017 6:43:04 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Durian had been looking at him. She’d see the odd expression take his face and one eye. Was he... giving up? She’d broken the saiyan down? Watching with curiosity, Durian couldn’t quite believe it. And then the kicker fine, you win. Durian definitely hadn’t been expecting that. Giving a single nod, she’d return to the happenings around them. There was still a demon present. One who wanted to play games. And Lev, like she expected, took him up on it with glee. He was pretty amusing in an odd sort of fashion. Durian could have laughed at Lev’s “honor” but she wouldn’t have been able to express the word like this being did. Questioning what it even was. The kagami smirked beneath her mask at the simple amusement that was this demon’s questioning. Regardless of his words, he’d take the saiyan’s hand. It seemed he wanted this game no really matter what and it wasn’t all that surprising to Durian in the first place. Not to waste his wine, he gulped it down from the skull and turned his attention to Durian with a snake tongue and exasperated sound of fulfillment from his drink. “I feel I know him well enough to know what he’d do.” The kagami countered, the unsettling eyes of the beast irritating the female who still charged flames at her side and upon her arm. It was like he was breaking her down. Not admiring or judging, but... pricing. Tagging her as what types of fresh meat could be sold for what. He would speak soon enough to distract her from wanting to crush his face in with her fist. A raised eyebrow as he went from them being a couple to her now hating him. This was more true, but now he offered her his game. “Unless you can offer me a way to end the saiyan race, I don’t believe I have a use for your die.” She spoke simply and made no direct eye contact with Levlidian. He knew what she wanted without her having to drill the hole in deeper. The rules would be laid out for them, mostly for Levlidian. Naughts an crosses. Lev could choose if he wanted to go first or second. He chose first. Why wouldn’t he? Saiyans wanted the leg up and the control. He would go on to explain some sort of view on honor, but it was so convoluted Durian near laughed. Both his definition and his explanation of why the demon shouldn’t have torn it apart. Her want for laughter would be quickly sapped though. Levlidian turning his eye upon her with a coldness that she wasn’t used to from him. What he said wasn’t untrue, but that eye.... The south it is then.She repeated to him mentally, giving a sort of word that she would meet him there to see what he could prove. Who knew what he had in store. Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 - one charging 3rd post complete Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% ) Telepathy [UT1] The basic form of Telepathy allows Durian to communicate with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Energy Sensing [UT] Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 9, 2017 23:01:34 GMT
"Don't understand?" he repeated the word's chewing on them as one might a strange and new dish your not sure if you like, he spat it out. "Child, I have watched the burning of nations, I have seen good men die bad deaths I have watched bad men die good deaths, I have watched the turning of the great wheel. Planets will burn before I /don't understand/." he dug a nail into the square forming an oval with a flick of his finger, he turned to face Durian, somewhere between bemusement and curiosity. "I'm starting to get the feeling I'm dicing with the wrong person, this one has ambition something to mold and grow. I'd make a fine sculpture out of you."
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He drew on his cancer stick draining the color and form from it with a breath, smoke rolled out of his mouth as a wave rolls out from the sea breaking on the open air and fading from sight. "They'd come from near and far to look upon you, weep tears of-" he paused a moment letting emphasis draw to his next uttered word from the silence. "-joy."
"Genocide, is that all? I can offer you several." he clenched his hand's togeather and made dice appear in them, one moment empty and open the next shut and full. Some might call this blackest magic, evil dice but if one was looking close enough he just pulled them from his sleeve, a little prestidigitation. "I'll give you one freely, a little investment from my part. You will never be able to wipe out the Saiyans, only they can do that." He rolled them in his hand.
"You'll need three things, one to break their bulk upon. The second to clean house, and finally the one to start it." he raised his finger's against waggling them to emphasize his word's. "Fiction is far more powerful than truth, I've heard it said truth is like salt. Men want to taste a little, but too much makes everyone sick.” He turned back to the game gesturing Levilidan, to make his move. "I'd start by spreading rumors. Maybe they plan to destroy Earth, yes it would be the only place that could resist them. I'd then start planting evidence, maybe have someone blow up a city dressed as one."
"The tension is there, get creative." He rolled the dice dropping them to the ground with a rattle, snake eyes.
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