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Post by Levlidian on Jan 9, 2017 23:39:27 GMT
"Why dress as one," Levlidian's lips curled as he listened to the three dimensional notions the being of macabre reflected, even in his less obvious manoeuvre's and indulgences the lean beast could see the cogs turning. However, he had a point, why had he been approaching this as a block head might? There were other ways to ascend to the point he most desire, more so permanent ways rather than toying with muscles and fists. "I could cause some rife quite easily if it eradicates the Solar Empire and their rancid little regime. I don't see the measure in killing innocents, however; isn't that a cost we'd happily avoid? After all, to become as they are i to fail the point of the exercise,"
A flicker of his singular eye saw Durian in its gaze for a moment, he was curious, would she uptake that idea or would she judge Levlidian for playing up to the denizen of the dark? "If only the Saiyan's can eradicate themselves, clearly you don't know the aspiring Warriors as well as you prance about your words. They're not as animal like as people think nor as inferior in the processes of the mind," With a sneer he'd seek buck the dice free with a rising selection of knuckles applied to the Demon's own,then about his stride to interfere with his line of sight to Durian; obscuring it with himself.
"Games? Are you hiding behind collaborative dice games and whimsical theatre? I disbelieve something like you has the power to give anything but suggestion and you peddle it as your doing. Granting ideas births the way it doesn't concrete it; you could quite as easily be sending us on to failure," his brow then separated from the furrow and rose, "Unless that's your idea, to kneed and shape disaster by offering ideas to people like us," turning about his heel in part to regard them both he'd then slip back to re-forge the triangle. "Rumors will not work, if they would it would have created mayhem already. We need something more than that, we need another war to begin. However that violates a few codes of conduct I follow. Then again, little wretchling-,"
Levlidian was threatened, this was an entirely different scale to the usual physical activity, mammon summoned a game of minds in conjunction to the usual neanderthal way. Such a creature had sent quakes through his figure, if anything a spout of irritability was replacing his bravado; just what did this creature -actually- want besides chaos; which was becoming an obvious betrayal in the sequence of his charm. "-if you would roll, if I were to offer you the choice of favour; what would you call upon?"
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Post by Durian on Jan 11, 2017 17:10:03 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD The smirk remained on the Kagami’s face. Hidden by a mask and small in movement, but it was there. Levlidian’s ridiculous spouting had irritated the demon as well. It wasn’t in her personality currently to chuckle, but there was a small urge to. Accompanying his words were his move on the game board. A mark next to Lev’s. The kagami’s eyes would then flicker to the demon’s face. Grotesque creature. Yet she still didn’t harbor as much hatred for him or his kind than she did Levlidian and his. Raising an eyebrow at what he spoke, her smirk would fade back into memory as she decided on what she thought of his words. Obviously he saw potential, but who that thought originated from would often depend on compliment or insult. With him, she didn’t know his intentions so she was unsure. His wording was enticing though. Ambition. Growth. Sculpture. It was certainly worded to want to attract her attention. “What’s the price of being your art?” A twinge of the same smirk would resurface. She didn’t have to trust him to be intrigued at the thought of gaining more power. Levlidian had proven that. She didn’t trust him but came to the North to train with Hinawa and grow stronger. What did this demon offer? And what did it cost? It rarely hurt to shop around for choices, especially when goals were so hard to achieve. He offered her genocide, in a way. Magically displaying his dice and throwing them to the ground. A possible plan was set before her. Frame them. Let them destroy themselves. One might think that was easy. A competitive fighting race that took pride in violence. A planet of them would certainly implode, right? But something held them together. They were strong. He seemed so confident in his plan. Set them up for others to attack. And it made the woman think... Until Lev’s words broke into her thoughts. Momentarily she had forgot about him. The one eyed beast playing a game with this same devil that taunted her. To become as they are is to fail the point of the exercise. The two of them disagreed there. The Kagami and Saiyan making brief eye contact. Durian would sacrifice a planet to rid the universe of Saiyans forever. They should be annihilated. Lev had a bit more understanding of the saiyans, or at least what Durian considered understanding. She didn’t believe Mammon understood their strength, especially versus one another. Levlidian would continue on. He’d speak. He was getting sucked in too. Durian had really become more saiyan-like in her desires. Power. She wanted it. Lev wanted it. And to destroy. They wanted destruction of similar things. But one question would hang in the air after his multitude of thoughts. What would the demon want of Levlidian? In her thoughts, the fiery ki had subsided. She didn't feel threatened or angry and the energy returned to her body without use. the mind games this demon played plagued all that were with him. Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 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 11, 2017 22:09:46 GMT
He stretched, he rolled his shoulder's he stood on one foot and held his leg. "Innocents? My what mortal concerns you have." his eye's shut as he went about stretching out. "To become as they are, my dear sweet summer child you truly are innocent." he opened his eye's the lids slid up lazily as they fixed on Levlidian, full of cruel mirth. "It is the price you must pay for victory, rarely tyrants are toppled and replaced with good men. Pick your tyrant, pick your monster."
"I know the Saiyans by their deeds, I know them better than they know themselves. Mortals are like open books to my kind, I wonder what your story is?" the snake-like tongue fanned out from his mouth tasting the air. "The Sayians are untested in the arts of guile, I do not think them uneducated in matters of science but can you name a point in their history where they haven't used overwhelming strength to prevail?." he shook his head from side to side like a disapproving teacher that has learnt his student had been bashing in frogs with rocks. "They haven't needed to, passion my friend is but a child's tantrum without discipline."
"Theatre?" he held his hand to his heart and he stretched out his other to the heaven yonder, his voice was a rolling basso with exaggerated pauses breaking up the sentence. "This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." he faced Levildan, as he blocked his sight from Durian, giving him his full attention. "Doth protest too much, methinks." he turned back recreating the triangle and putting all two of them in view, he took a small stage bow before straightening.
"Be at ease my friend." he said in a cooing voice meant to soothe and be as balm to his ears. "My requests wouldn't harm your precious moral sensibilities, but I have yet a use for the favor and would keep it until I had use for it." he regarded Durian, with a wicked smile that would've felt right at home on the lip's of the wicked witch. "But he veils his real question does he not? I think he should come out and say it instead of playing at words. He really isn't good at it is he."
"What do I want? Mm, now isn't that an interesting question." he mused on it a moment drawing out the silence tapping on his chin in exaggerated fashion. "War, I want a war. You see in an environment of peace there is so little chance for gain, whether that is advancement through rank or simply moving eyes away from the people and to the war front." And with all the grace and power of the Fonz he slammed his fist on the bonnet of the car with a 'thump' and the cars stereo bucked and started up with 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' and as the atmosphere was set with the heavy thrum of drum and guitar."What would I want from you?" he held up his three finger's once again and waggled them. "Three favours I'd name at a later date, maybe I'd get you to push in someone's head who displeased me. Maybe I'll get you to put down someone, the sky is the limit when you work with me baby." and as if cued by some divine being it spat out its famous line 'Dirty deeds Dun Dirt Cheap...' He was dramatic as all hell, literally.
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 12, 2017 14:10:29 GMT
The Demonic figure uttered both nonsensically and with a slither of sociopathic tenacity, with a sunken brow and a deepening frown the young Saiyan enticed each of his hands into boulders, sending a savage crack through the air. Upon Mammon lay a singular, obsidian orb bleeding with annoyance and at the sound of a derisive snot; he spoke again.
"War harms morals, your ideas harm morals, your lies won't work on me," a fleeting gaze drew over his shoulder to Durian and then back unto the intended recipient, "You essentially need us to protect your small, withering ass from any souls you might mock to the point of aggression. I don't know what could be more pathetic," Levlidian's tone had changed, it panned out more so with a guttural snarl lying in the remnants of his words.
"However, an agreement is an agreement," the elaboration came in sibling to a sigh as he'd mark the paper again, above his original mark, "You're vastly over compensating yourself, neither of you could stop me if I turned on you right now for everything you've told us-" he paused. "-Maybe I should do away with the words then, Demon and kill you where you stand. You own stagnant morals, am I wrong? You're trying to incite a little chaos, begin another war, it's all in service to what ever twisted plans you're building. If my morals are so important as you state, perhaps you should start running and I don't quite mean with that foul little slit you call a mouth,"
The glance upon Durian had told Levlidian all he needed to know, she was being lured in and with a bout of inner conflict he'd chosen to infiltrate the moment. Perhaps infect the way this Demon spoke, it was true, it was alluring and promised much, but what was the cost? In truth the beast had little knowledge of this 'Demon' and he didn't like that factor, what he did know was the crap he spewed was in league with a Car Salesman; slime encrusted, lies of a velvet nature and unsure truths painted to appear as fact. The irritation levels were intense for Lev' as it stood, being mocked was something he was adequately used to at least for his race; though his intelligence was called into question? Whats more, the opponent was playing unto his acquaintances hatred via using Levlidian as a catalyst, he was losing control of this conversation something a Salesman of Demonic nature could nigh on -smell- he suspected.
On wards went his conversation, reciting after everything that was shared between them, "Calling passion a 'tantrum', a gross miss wording if I ever heard one, what is it you use to speak with such guile? Passion is a way of expression, unless you meant 'our' passion in which case you should honestly contribute that into the conversation; you're in a very dangerous position to be tying up your words," with a snort he'd elevate his chest and exhale with is descension, "I might get angry, we all know what happens when a Saiyan gets angry," Levlidian was mocking Mammon now, the serpentine smile that evolved saw to betray that and his hands lessened their clamp like grip. "In other words you know very little of anything and prance about unintelligible conversation trying to reflect a sense of the opposite, whilst simultaneously making yourself look like an idiot,"
With a short stride, the young Saiyan drew almost nose to nose with the denizen of the dark and sought to drive a finge rinto his chest, laboured only by the blaring rock that swept through the area, he'd seek push Mammon backwards with said jab. "You lack any edge what so ever, so even if I were to break this pact, you couldn't do anything to me to invoke it," a shrug followed suit, his calm falling about him, "Lucikly for you, I -am- interested but you're going to have to do a lot better than what you suggested. War is out of the question, it will likely get us killed and I doubt you much care if it did; two less people to owe favours to when we win. However, if I am wrong and you do know something worthwhile about the Saiyans or could find out. Then maybe I'll consider doing as you say, when it really comes down to it,"
"Thus my real question is, give me the power to cut the heads off this Hydra; I want to know the names of the heads running the Solar Saiyan Empire. If I win, can you do that?"
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Post by Durian on Jan 18, 2017 6:06:46 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Mammon was certainly interesting to listen to. Not everything he spoke rung true to Durian, but his manner of speaking was odd and intriguing. The first time she had encountered a demon to her knowledge and she found it very much a new experience. A whole new race. She knew of their existence, sure. But to have met one? First times for everything. When he quoted Hamlet, Durian couldn’t help but smirk. She knew not the name of the art that he was quoting, but it was obvious mockery. The Kagami found joy in the way the demon mocked Levlidian, even if the two were supposed to be comrades. While she lost view of him, it would be quickly corrected by the demon himself. When he bowed, Durian would give a brief chuckle. Amusing. He’d speak what he wanted. What he would get. It wasn’t a clear cut deal enough for Durian. Art was too vague. Favors were too vague. With nothing set in stone, she was better off being at the side of a saiyan through threats but still increasing, than with an unknown demon with a possible climb to power. Yet, Levlidian had caught attention again. “Mock his morals by threatening his death. Tsk. What happened to your honor? Prove him right as well that it’s empty?” She withheld some of the mockery in her voice, but not all of it. Levlidian needed to know how much he was fucking up. The saiyan was once again threatening death to another being. Both times, it had been over words. In Durian’s case, she had said about how she planned to kill him. In this demon’s case? He merely stated that he craved war. Surprising that a saiyan had taken such anger to that. Not liking the competition in the spotlight? Levlidian this time continued on with little pause. Aggressively reacting to everything the demon said. He even stepped forward. The kagami tensed at this, Lev approaching the demon with his irritation evident. He forced his finger towards the demon as well. Was he actually going to act on his anger? She’d need to keep an eye on him. Careful. Or you’ll be ending my life earlier than you expected. Would it distract him? She doubted so. She never understood why he kept her alive. But for some reason he was hesitant. Maybe it was difficult to have a slave to remind you of home if it was dead. His question didn’t concern her, though it did interest her. Would the demon have these names? Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- Apologies for the wait. v.v PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 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 18, 2017 11:53:23 GMT
This man was telling him what an abomination he was, an outright monster and it suited him just fine. "Are you quite finished?" 'protect your small, withering ass...' he turned his head up and an evil hiss escaped his throat, he laughed and laughed his frame filling with air to only be released as sharp barks of laughter. "I'm touched you care about my ass as much as I do, but your concern is unwarranted if not appreciated." he leered at Levilidian, people thought that a leer came easy but this was the kind of leer that came with much use and sparkled and gleamed as slime on a slug, it spoke of hunger and want in that small look. "My with compliments like those, are you coming onto me?"
"MO-CK." he said the word with exaggerated pleasure, the kind only a lover caress could dream of. "I picked you too well, you rebel against your nature." the finger came to his chest it tapped away at him, he moved with the sharp gesture taking a step back, this man was threatening to murder him to make of the closed fist and make mother war weep tears of joy. He wasn't too impressed he after already admitted he couldn't break honor, he was safe between the lines as per usual the codes of man weren't there to protect the people it's for monsters like him to hide between. "And you won't, you have that thing you call honor and you'd only prove me right. And especially her right, you have feelings for her don't you?" he didn't really know, people might call it insight of a demon or dark knowledge but it was all about striking while the iron is hot, and even if you were wrong a question like that could make people unsure and feel a little bit funny.
"Love is such a delicate thing to behold." he held up his hand his thumb and forefinger knitted together as if inspecting this thing called love, it must have been small to fit between those fingers."But I'm an idiot as you put it, so what would I know." he folded his hand into a fist crushing this hypothetical 'love' he held, he wiped it on his pants leg. "Now my morally supplied friend, I'm about to grace you with some knowledge keep your ears open, it was once said brevity is the soul of wit." he tisked wagging his finger back and forth like a clocked stuck between a number. "Get to your point. And you're actually arguing semantics with a demon." he rolled his eye's. "I was arguing philosophy since I was first spawned, I control this conversation. Not you."
'Lucikly for you, I -am- interested' "Luck has nothing to do with it, you'd enforce it why should I bother?" he moved as water he slid past Saiyan and lay atop his car in a pose for maximum nonchalant-ness, unless of course stopped. "The hydra, required fire to slay are you willing to brave those flames? Cause your rules say otherwise." he lay there belly first his head leaning against his hands like a school girl about to write her first diary entry about the boy of her dreams, he didn't dream and he certainly wasn't gonna write about a boy. "Rules are for children, and the only crime is to lose."
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 18, 2017 13:20:37 GMT
"Honour dictates I give you warning, it dictates I give you a fighters chance and act morally. It conveys that I fight fairly with all my strength to grant you your own Honour," Levlidian's aura burst around him like an inferno, the Saiyan blood that coursed through his veins whispering sweet nothings to him of a truly well deserved battle. Though this Demon and Kagami would grant him neither, one waited for him to fail his own rules then other pushed him to do so; lured him towards that icey slope to which his arrogance will act as an armour of ice in equal measure. Rage painted the already irritable Saiyan and thus his voice reflected this, with a quivering, seering lust he remained in control. "Honour does not stop me killing evil things, like you, neither does it stop me following my desires; I want those Saiyan's dead and their order turned to ash. from what I've seen, you're a manipulator and a developing Tyrant; I'd be well within the guidelines,"
Such a sudden observation took Lev' by surprise, his brows erecting in a curious nature, "That speculation is weak," he snorted, fixing the floor with his heel as debris began to rise with the deep hum invigorating, Lev' knew he shouldn't act, he knew that this moment was indeed in control of Mammon. However, should he give in the destruction would be vast, as the molecules about him vibrated at an increased intensity; the Saiyan seemed calm despite his tenses stature. Control was something he seemed rather good at tempering on a kinetic level, emotionally however was another story. The flames of venting plasma coil and snake about him, lashing for the car as Lev' drew closer pausing to keep a decent amount of distance between he and the other 'male'.
"Neither of us feel that way, at last I don't. She follows me around waiting to be proven right, it's odd but I hardly despise having her around, keeps me in check during these out of balanced sort of times, But don't assume you have control of anything but air, Demon, words do little when the party on the receiving end sees through their intention," Durian's voice slithered into his head and he visually seemed annoyed by it and the once crimson aura sparked golden if but for a moment. "You're a fool if you think this creature is worth your point, Durian, he is filth. War, violence, a Universal bloodbath, you can't tell me with any reasonable argument that it's the rantings of a sound mind,"
With a turn of his head to Durian, his sneer turning sour and the singular eye he beheld reducing to a mere slit; "Enough with the dancing word games weakling, do you have the names or not? Whether I have the gaul to carry it out is my knowledge and mine alone. What do you actually care what I do with what you tell me. However, rules belong to everyone, you follow your own no matter how loose or twisted they are, and children be the one missing their rules hence the need to teach them. Are we back to this, clambering a top one another to get the upper hand in an empty conversation? If I'm honest, I don't think you have much at all besides your banter,"
Despite his thoughts, despite his words, Levlidian was beginning to show the cracks in his status and his aura flared with the building rage as his blood won him over; bit by bit. With two song birds in his ear both willing him to crack to advertise their confirmations, this part of their play had become truly interesting.
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Post by Durian on Jan 23, 2017 20:31:57 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Demons were... a whole different thing to Durian. She expected some sort of snap, and she got it, but then it was over. Mammon was annoyed for maybe a split moment and then was laughing. Making fun. He looked to Lev with such amusement that it was almost sickening. Yet... it near pleased Durian at the same time. Maybe the Saiyan would feel the hatred and wrath she did every day. Lev stepped forward and Mammon stepped back. A dance of words and movements. Would she... be able to stop Levlidian at all? What surprised Durian was Mammon’s insistence that there were feelings somewhere between the two of them. It was the second time it was mentioned in the short time he had been around. A distraction tactic of his own? Or was there something in the hatred and disgust that they had for one another that it came off as care? She eyed the demon with curiosity and much less fury than the first time. He had gained an ounce of her favor even with his oddity. Hell, maybe that’s why she was drawn to it. The strangeness of it all being seductive in nature. His words on love were... concerning. Though Durian couldn’t say she knew much about the concept. Love was not a prevalent thing on Vegeta that she had seen. There was nothing there to convince her that it was legitimate or strong. So for him to crush it was nothing. And through this all... through all of the demon’s ramblings and movements, Lev was becoming more agitated. The saiyan was calling upon his own power, his ki swirling around him and causing a mini storm. It irritated her. His honor was nothing. He could twist it how he wanted to get what he desired, isn’t that what he had basically said? It wouldn’t keep him from what he wanted? I hardly despise having her around.Well that was a surprise. With mentions of love and care from the demon, Lev had commented that he didn’t specifically hate her. Was that why she lived? He didn’t hate her so he saw no reason to take her life yet? She was some sort of challenge or moral compass? Scoffing as she watched the saiyan, she found new irritation in being his tool. What comes from you, Levlidian? Would war not spark from those you want death and turned to ash? Is that not violent? You don’t think the saiyans would respond in a bloodbath? And if you won’t look at yourself, look at me. Why do I still live when all I want is a bloodbath of your kind specifically? What the real problem is, is that you’re going to end his life because he hurt your feelings with words and challenged your mighty saiyan-ness. There was a good bit of accusing in her tone, a harshness, but there was a lot of comparison between the three of them. All of them wanted chaos. The demon was less specified on what. Durian’s was still large scale but had a goal. Lev’s was smaller, but would most definitely blow into a larger problem. If he would call one evil for this, then all of them were. “Both of you just play your game instead of this pissing contest. Then you can know who is going to be who’s dog.” There was irritation in her words. Less amusement by far. Levlidian was grinding at her nerves. Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 3/3 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 24, 2017 5:34:30 GMT
He repeated Levlidian, words his voice was a shrill mockery of the Saiyans own, it dropped and rose in pitch and worbbled there on words putting the feigned emotion of the galactic warrior. "Hon-our dictates I give- and blah blah and you rode off into the sunset with a princess and had twelve fat ugly kids." he tapped on the roof of the car his nails making a clipped metallic tapping sound, his legs were up in the air as he lay there rocking back and forth like some kid tuning into his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. "You would've killed me about ten minutes ago if you meant to, so are we done arguing honor?"
'Neither of us feel that way, at least I don't.' he rolled his eye's to the point where he thought they might roll out of his head, he looked down at his hand and drew up his sleeve and looked down at a monochrome length of metal, it ticked as the seconds past. "This is a watch, I've been timing your rant and you know how long it went on for, it says too long." he sat up and slid off the car's roof. "Lie to me all you like fleshling, but don't lie to yourself."
"I have names." he said raising his hand out his finger's splayed apart, he looked them over with the eyes of a jeweler looking for imperfection. All nails were as sharp razors, accounted for and perfect in their uniformity. "But will I give them to you." he moved out a foot to the game of naughts and crosses wiping it away, as if the game had never existed at all. "I might have to pass on the whole doggery business, I've done what I came to do." he bowed low and deep and reached out to his head pulling from it a non-existing hat and held it to his chest. "I bid thee adieu."
He opened his car door climbed in and shut it, rolled down the window slotted in a disc into the radio and as the first sounds of strings could be heard it started up with 'Hotel California'. "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!" he sung out of tune as he put the pedal to the metal and began speeding off into the distance.Attempting To Leave Thread Intent PL Thanks for the RP, I really enjoyed it.
Levlidian, Durian
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 24, 2017 12:57:09 GMT
The creature seemed entirely unphased, well, seemed it wasn't deniable that his sudden evacuation of an impeding Saiyan rage tantrum wasn't wholly well timed; but still, semantics. What was positive was that Levlidian was now left with blood boiling, jaw cracking and brow furrowed to the point that his singular dark eye deteriorated into nothing more than a pin prick. Yet, it didn't come, with Durian watching him possibly waiting for his bravado to give birth to those actions he whole heartily promised; but nothing. instead his aura dissipated, it swept into the wind a long side his will to act thus his deliriously rage bathed eye settled on Durian. "You're wrong," he spat, it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself more than her, yet the fact his energy just wouldn't come was frustrating the beast to no ends.
"Side with a Demon, will you Kagami," it looked as though he'd burst, glaring hard into the likeness of a woman who'd followed him around, she'd put him down, denied his attempts and sided with darkness incarnate. This was beginning to truly irritate him. Mammon may have got under his skin, coaxed a point to prove his worth as a Saiyan; but this one. allowing his hands to fall to his sides, Levlidian exhaled aggressively. "Annoying you am I?" he sneered and began to walk towards her, this time he made no effort to look anything but his race. Two hands rose to apply to her shoulders a vicious shove. "Is it painstaking, watching your work unveil precisely how you envisioned? I am -trying- to be better but people like you, like that thing insist on pushing me back to my roots, It's not about my -feelings- it's about what he stood for and what I stood for and his mockery then active cowardice only serves his own agenda. To cause more chaos and pain he has to live and he knows I won't kill him whilst you are here so as not to prove your point,"
His aura excited itself again swaying about him with a less aggressive notion as he watched the reaction of the woman, "I'm going to find a fight, I'm going to vent my rage on someone and then the next time we meet; you can marvel at the monster you so desperately wanted to create," crouching as he finished his sentence, the beast erupted from the floor conceiving a deep crater in the ground, fracturing stone and vanishing with a thunderous, blood red boom into the distance unless halted.
[Attempting to leave]
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Post by Durian on Jan 24, 2017 21:06:46 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD This was obvious mocking, what Mammon was doing. It seemed... somewhat out of character. He had been craftier than that almost the whole time. Was he losing patience? It indeed seemed like he was. Asking if they were done arguing. Durian had assumed he’d want to return to his game. Get his favors from Lev in the game of skill he probably had down pat. But it seemed he was dismissing himself. Sliding off of the car. Telling Levlidian not to lie to himself? And then speaking he had the names that Levlidian wanted. All before saying farewell. Durian silently wondered if he did have the ability to grant her the power she wanted. Or if it was all these tricks and schemes. Either would likely work, though she didn’t have the connections to make some trickery come to her advantage. The game was gone. Wiped out by a foot. Then into the snow he would disappear, raging music vanishing a small bit after him. Surprise would line her expression when her attention would snap to Levlidian. She had been watching the demon’s exit that he didn’t think to be wary of the saiyan. A mistake. You’re wrong. There was fury there. She could see it and hear it. The kagami tensed up and took a faltering step the opposite direction of the man. Was.. this when he’d harm her? So far Levlidian hadn’t touched her nor hurt her. Maybe sparred with Hinawa briefly, but hadn’t gotten angry enough that she could see the actual desire of him wanting to lash out at her. Her heart would pump aggressively within her chest. These could be her last moments. She couldn’t outrun him. She couldn’t win a fight with him. Small red flecks of colors would come to her dulled eyes, she had to muscle up some power to her advantage if at all possible. He was coming at her, and damn was she afraid. The aggressive words pouring from his mouth, his powerful stature, and that anger. He lifted his hands when he was within reach, moving to shove her. But he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. Reddened ki would manifest within a mere fraction of a moment. Beginning at her heart and immediately taking over her whole body and shoving outwards. It would deflect his hands from reaching her, pushing them aside as if she had reached up and done the same with her hands. “Don’t you dare blame me.” She spoke just as confidently as he, though not with the same anger. Levlidian had come to know her well enough that he may have been able to notice the fear. It hid in small areas of her expression and in the obvious tenseness of her body. “Isn’t keeping me from proving my point exactly what you want? Or is that just what you say to make yourself feel better around me. If my presence actually keeps you from destruction and death, if me being absent would mean you would kill whomever you pleased. Maybe YOU should rethink your damn convictions.” He would speak again and the woman could feel the heat gather at her right hand. It wasn’t in anger. She was infuriated like he was. But he was going to leave to create destruction. If she could stop him, she needed to. And in him crouching, she’d throw her fist forward, covered in fiery ki. If she was too late in reacting, she might miss him from him taking off into the air. If he hesitated... well... she could likely strike him in the face. If you’re mad at me, Levlidian, don’t harm others in your fury. Vent your rage on me. Nothing like some good self sacrifice to make her feel like she needed to puke and her heart burst from her chest. Levlidian Mammon --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 KP - 1/3 Techs Used = [N1] Hell Hath No Fury - 1 hit at 10,768 to da FACE 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% ) To Protect the Heart [SU1] (6k) Through a quick release of her ki, a brief flame ki based barrier emerges of redness in color. It sprouts at her heart and near instantly extends to a sphere immediately surrounding her body. This technique does not cause damage to opponents as much as acts as a physical manifestation of defensive ki, thrusting back attacks away from Durian that are within 100% of her PL. This technique uses 1 KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged. 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 Levlidian on Jan 24, 2017 21:51:31 GMT
He'd had enough, this entire expedition was meant to end the rage he felt, thogh after today he felt angrier than ever. Generating his Ki, preparing to vanish from sight and escape all the pointed fingers, jeers and laughs at his position; Levlidian was going to seek a challenge. Why did he bother to try so hard if others weren't willing to see it, to acknowledge it. noxa had been right, predators served better as a force of nature rather than a social idiot to be mocked by every other race, and for what, being part of warriors who enjoyed a passionate hobby. Mammon, Durian, they were all the same.
As Levlidian encroached upon his trajectory, Ki swelled at his feet and the air crackled with the violence it wrought, a very different aura drew the beast into realisation; Durian's soaring fist. There was no reaction but sheer shock and as he ended the desire to disappear, a thunderous boom filled the air and the shattering of rock swept debris through the scene. From the confines of a small wall of rock emerged an irate Levlidian, his breath coming in deep gasps and blood spilling from a wound about his forehead, he didn't enrage, he didn't roar in advancement. The beast simply strode free boasting bruises and grazes but still able to move, up taking his stride, son there was little more than an inch between the pair.
"Take my rage out on you?" he echoed and lowered his face until their noses were grazing one another, a guttural snarl fluctuated from beneath the entrails of his lust for a fight. "With a fist like that-," he mused, though his obsidian eye rendered in purity of another sort; "-I think you're more than capable of putting up a fight,". Withdrawing suddenly, the young Saiyan swept to check the distance, Mammon's car was surely completely gone and slowly he'd remove his upper half to the Gi. Throwing it angrily to the ground and pacing backwards a few feet before about facing to approach Durian again; he'd suddenly take her wrist and drag her form to face where he was wandering.
"This way," he muttered and shed his gloves tossing them aside in kind, "If we're going to do this-," he sneered travelling deep into the thick plumes left by his fallen body, "-then I'm going to give you no quarter," and thus he vanished. It was a botu time, he thought unto himself, since KAzar's ship he whad been dying to solve this problem for the last time; solve it entirely and finally prove to her he was nothing like the animals she was used to.
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 24, 2017 22:56:39 GMT
Pl plz
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jan 27, 2017 0:50:58 GMT
Levlidian WC 4893 - 5211 PL earned. New Total - 214,670! Durian WC 5043 - 9103 PL earned. New Total - 91,906! Mammon WC 3532 - 5651 PL earned. New Total - 34,670!
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