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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 2, 2017 19:47:41 GMT
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After Maeve had brought him to the living realm, his body rematerialized back to the place in which he died. His new body slowly forming back into existence, he blinks a few times. Looking around him, it all seemed the same as when he died a few months back. Small patches of his old clothes buried under the sand, blood now stained into rocks and sand but now covered over by the deserts sand storms. Looking behind him, he see's his ship. Still intact, power's down, covered over by some sand, all his robots he bought were now all destroyed or ran out of power. The systems in them rusted, their circuits scratched and torn by the grains of sand flowing threw the inside of the metal hull. Walking over to his ship, he opens it up after inserting a pass-code he had set to get in and out. A ramp lowering from below the ship, gently setting down on the surface of the ground. Walking up it, the power generators in the back slowly starts to power on. The generators making a whirring sound as it warms up. When the generators kick on completely, a surge of electricity and power is sent throughout the ship, the lights flickering on, consoles, machinery, it all eventually turns on.
"NS? You there bud?"
Walking threw the ship as the lights flickered to life, he searched for his robot companion. Where is he? Going threw the entire ship, he searched it clean and couldn't find him. But when he reached the command deck, he saw NS's robotic body laying lifeless on the hard floor. His batteries ran out, and with the ship going offline there was no sufficient power to charge him. NS simply died, his circuits burned up from overheating as his power source ran out, which stopped the cooling fans that helped keep his systems cool. His eyes glare down at him, almost tearing up. Getting onto one knee he got down and picked up NS. Using a hand he swipes off some dust and webs off his metallic body. With a sigh he walks to his command seat, setting NS down on a table next to him. Looking over at his console, he accesses his ships records of technological usage on the ship since the past 2 or so months. His eyes widened lightly, some tears formed. Ever since his death, it appeared NS had been playing videos he had took of the two in the lab, their experiments, their laughter, the good times they've had. NS's 'birthday' as he had called it when NS as created. It was all set on a constant loop. That is until the power generators shut down to conserve power, and prevent the ship from running all its power into nothing. Glancing over at NS, his chest felt weak. His heart felt like it sank to his stomach, his nerves felt shocked, every movement he made felt twitchy, his breaths were slow and ragged.
This entire time NS had been replaying every memory he's ever had with him since the day he was made. NS cared for him, and being an artificial intelligence, he had emotions. He could feel guilt, sorrow, anger, frustration, sadness, he'd feel it all. And ever since his death NS has been mourning his death for 2 months. Bringing NS's body to his arms he hugged him tightly. Tears, tears began to roll down his face. Droplets smacking the floor below, the faint echo of sobs littered the ship. His closest, if not his only true companion...A true friend to be by his side threw and threw. Since the day he made him, until the day he died himself. He...He felt like a son to him almost. From sobbing to uncontrollable crying, he lost it. Crying into his arms which held his now offline companion. Why couldn't he just repower NS? He can't. It's because NS's circuits overheated themselves and exploded, his primary systems that hold all his data eventually became corrupted as circuit by circuit they exploded. Every wire is burnt, every bit and piece inside NS's robotic hull is overheated, rusted, and partially exploded. There's no replacing him. And there's no revival for NS.
"NO!!! It can't happen!!! NS Please!! You're the only true friend I've ever had! From day 1 until i died you've been with me, by my side helping me! You were more then just a friend, you like my son!! A son that i cared for, a son that cared back! I CAN'T JUST LOOSE YOU! All the good times we had! Our laughter, our experiments, the time we had together...It can't just end like this!"
Puddles of his tears formed below his seat, his crying got louder. Mourning over NS's lifeless, dead and partially empty hull. For a long while he sat in his ship, doing nothing. Sitting there, holding NS, crying, sobbing, crying and sobbing until he didn't have it in him anymore. After a long period of time, he finally stood up from his chair. Carrying NS's fragile hull he carried him to the back end of his ship where his lab is located. Walking inside, he gently puts him down on a table. Getting to work, he starts making a small glass like structure. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. As time went by he finished it. Setting it up on a wall, he grabs NS and lightly puts him inside the glass casing. Closing it and sealing it, he backs up to view his creation. A little glass casing hung up on his wall that's being cooled down by coolant fans to freeze NS's hull. To make sure it won't rust, so it won't deteriorate, so it won't go to waste. His eyes gently closing, a small pray uttered out of his lips before he left the room and shutting the door. The lights in the lab turns off. Walking down the hallways he reaches the the exit to his ship. Entering the pass-code again, the ramp re-opens. Walking down it, then back onto the sandy ground of Diablo Desert, he flies on top of his ship and sits there. One leg sitting up and one leg laying, he gently lays his chin onto his knee. Both arms crossed against his stomach as he sits and talks to himself.
"What now? NS is gone...The only one who knew of my death, the only...The only friend i knew that I'd be happy to see again..Happy to speak to, happy to just..To just be with him again..Just what can i do now?"
Though it was a nice, clear day. No sand-storms or gusts of wind to blow sand over him. To him it felt dark, and rainy. To him the sky seemed black, and the Earth around him seemed like it was already night. Laying onto his back, his arm crossed behind his head, one of his legs still sitting up. He stares off into the no-where blue sky that seemed dark and filled with white dots in his eyes. What was he to do now? Train even harder then he's ever trained before? Go after NOXA and try to get revenge for killing Tekuma and killing him? Or..Perhaps just lay there in his own sub-consciousness, thinking to himself. Letting his mind roam the plains around him. The wind gently blowing past his face, little threads of his hair waving in the wind. Just....What now? What will he do now that he's back? He felt depressed...Something he's never felt since his parents died. He felt empty...Like an empty shell abandoned by its owner, left to sit there and be alone..Left to be shallow and empty. Is this his life now? What will come of this? And what will the future bring...? |
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 3, 2017 1:05:16 GMT
Thread PL: 152,683
The afternoon was a beautifully clear one, if it was a bit hot, the sand itself erupted about him as Levlidian swept in low whilst carrying at top speed. It was rare that he'd venture to this part of the Earth; the last time he'd visited saw him battling a foe. No, in fact the last time he'd been here he'd seen devastation about to write itself into the frame of the day and thus he'd vacated, courting his form skywards to the shining jewels of the night soon saw him take pause all of a sudden. A massive energy signature simply -materialised- and a thick plume of sand vented with the air that escaped before him at such a trajectory suddenly halting. Even now, his Saiyan blood screamed out in curiosity and turning about face, the beast took off to venture after this soul with a signature almost matching his own.
It wasn't a usual aspect to just -find- someone this way, excitement of the development was hard to deny and as his dark, long gi fluttered against outspread ankles; Lev' could hardly contain himself. This was a nice change, to feel positive and excitable over something despite the terrible time he'd been having. perhaps he'd found a new sparring partner, a new enemy or perhaps even a new Ally. The smirk faltered and a spark of irritation emitted as he'd remind himself of past so called 'allies, what was he going to do about that?
Levlidian had little time to comprehend this however. Beneath him now it seemed as though there was once a battle ground, discarded humanoid remnants remained along side debris of various macabre descriptions. What was this? is this the battle he skipped on all that long ago, sand had hindered sight of much of the devastation and yet; this only excited him further. This was impossible, how could a fight so old still be borne to view? perhaps the soul he sought in actual fact instigated a battle which they'd won. was it possible that the energy signature he'd felt was in actual fact someone coming out of hiding and doing this? It's impossible to describe the electrical response his body enticed and on wards he pushed through the building winds to decipher a true cause to what he witnessed.
There they were, lying beneath the clouds, resting? Furrowing his brow, Lev' descended quickly with his signature arrival of an enormous explosion of debris and sand forging a concave in the sand to which he'd clamber out of. The stride soon found him with arms folded and singular dark eye focused upon the gentleman. With a condescending stare and lips blooming into a quirky, arrogant grin he'd tilt his head. "A pleasant afternoon for murder, wouldn't you say bud'?" it was more a statement than a question but his bravado was as evident as ever. before Kazar stood a relatively short beast, stood in the wake of the sands sweeping, serpent like emission at a height perhaps a foot or so above five feet tall.
Billowing aside him lay the loose, long black Gi tied via a sash at his waist and baggy black trousers billowed in kind, fingerless gloves occupied his hands as well as dirtied bandages boasting a yellow hue thanks to the sand and age. Tied about his ankles were two, heavy black boots and a single shoulder pad similar to a Saiyan's armour coated his right shoulder. Following the flow of a soft breeze splayed a mane of spined, chocolate colouration whilst his right eye betrayed irreversible damage through a milky whiteness, the left a vicious obsidian but clearly in use and various scars occupied both sockets either side and all about his lean, powerful figure.
"So,-<" his form drew into an arrogant stride lead this shorter fighter unto the soul whom rested, each placement of his boots was careful, deliberate, what ever had happened here was nothing to be ignored. Yet, here he was deliberately trying to provoke whom ever this was via further banter. "-Did they kill your family, that's a common thing around this planet, or did they owe you money, piss you off?" applying his toe to what could only be described as a humanoid remnant; the beast soon kicked it away and began to ark back to Kazar; "Or are you one of the sorts I'm going to have to do little to in order to get a rise. From the looks of all this, you're strong and absolutely lacking any real empathy. Lying to admire your work, sleeping with the dead to listen out for tunes to your next dark piece of poetry? C'mon mister give me something,"
A quick glance snared the sight of a run down, dried up ship resembling a possible treasure trove of goodies; "Or are you a tomb raider, did you get anything good at all?". All sahred vocal were coupled with a sickeningly grim smile as seemingly, he'd reverted to a fraction of his former self. Levlidian was most certainly acting like a complete ass.
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 3, 2017 18:00:28 GMT
Laying on the roof of his ship, his eyes fixated on the ,sky above him.As dark as the world around him seemed to be, it also looked to be...Beautiful. Never did he realize how calm and easy the universe seemed to look like in his perspective. However, he knows it isn't calm. Evil still ruins and stains the universe left and right, even the common citizens of off worldly planets among his own have its own evil acts and deeds with its own people. His eyes gazing among the self-seen stars and blackness of space, a power signature crossed his mind. Not paying it any attention in the slightest, the power grew closer to his exact locations. Another fight? Another enemy? Perhaps someone to kill him AGAIN in the same place like last time? With a brief sigh, he turned his head over to see the figure in-front of him. He was a bit short, something along 5 or so feet tall. Looking at his hair, it was like a chocolate brown. One of his eyes seemed white, likely he's blind in that eye. Coming to terms, the unknown man began to talk. About it being a good afternoon for murder?'Murder? What in the world is he-'Glancing over at the ruckage below the ship, he remembered how there's destroyed robots, very faint but stained blood on the sand and rocks, patches of clothes and...Wait where is his sword? Come to think of it, he didn't have his sword since he died and revived. Hm, no wonders. That might explain the few moments he reached for his sword handle yet didn't feel it. Looking back up at the Saiyan, he began to talk again. Asking more questions on top of another. Though it may seem he's coming off as quite an ass. Kazar's never met a single person in his life, aside from Carva, perhaps Walker, Koldar, okay maybe a good handful of people. But being so straight forward as such, he's never encountered it. Listening in on his questions, the last one got him to chuckle. 'Tomb Raider'. Getting his mind back on track, he slowly got up from laying down. Easily a bit taller the five or so foot man, he looked down and talked."I wouldn't say you're lying, this is DEFINITELY a murder. However a murder i hadn't commit. Come to think of it, didn't i sense your energy once- Oh shit yeah i have! You're that energy i picked up when i was fighting Carva! But then it disappeared. Hmmm, you're that guy who came in and left weren't you? If so, then you knew that there was a battle. If so, I'll put you up to speed on what happen. Perhaps after that, we can come to greetings with each other afterword."Pointing over at the area in which he and Tekuma had fallen. He begins to ramble on about the fight, in detail explaining to the Saiyan how the battle turned out and why. It was a little long to explain, it patience would allow the Saiyan to learn what happen, how it happen, why it happen and how it turned out. But then he reached a halt...Shit. How is he to explain to this guy he died? It's not like he can say a magical fairy walked over and tapped his non-existent body of ashes right? Looking up at the guy he breathed in and out before explaining the last detail."You see, this android named Carva, a previously living Saiyan born on planet Vegeta. He came along with a serious grudge against me, a grudge of which he wanted to kill me for. I came to agreements on how a Saiyan is prideful, and somehow hates being flaunted with power they hadn't yet to have. Especially if they're at such a weak state of being, it's essentially an insult of there power. So i suppose.."Walking over to the edge of his ship, he sat down to explain the long, drought out story."He came along to fight me, no, kill me. Now i had raised my power in search for a fight, but i didn't expect him to show up with such deadly intentions. As we eventually fought, more people showed up. A girl from the BBA, recently a faction i learned of called the Blue Banner Army. She's, as she said, a BBA representative who showed up to stop us from fighting, and eventually what would be someones death. With little time on my hands fighting Carva, all I could do is tell her to leave, in which she didn't. Continuing on, another girl showed up. A girl with red, scarlet like hair, almost bare naked if i might add, who ended up killing the BBA member in mention of her friend being killed by this bba member."Pointing over at the area which Tekuma died, but for some reason he body is gone. Likely washed over by the sand keeping it sealed away from eyes view."After she had died, i got...Angry, and felt guilt. A guilt and anger over myself. I was right THERE and i could've stopped her death, but with my hands full i fell short. I escaped from Carva's assault to try and aid Tekuma before it was to late. Half-way to her, she was ripped open, ripped to shreds. Pieces of flesh flew into the air as the red-haired women known as NOXA was tearing into her body with dagger like hands. When my anger appeared, i transformed into a Super Saiyan. But even then, it wasn't enough."Looking over at the next area, as if this was some sort of museum, he then pointed out the small area where he died. A fairly big crater left over where he had survived Carva's potential, planet destroying attack. He remembers it so well. The rain, the darkness, the hatred he felt from Carva, the cockiness, the very emotions he felt off of Carva in that attack in which he survived. But surviving one attack didn't help him survive another. And now the hard part to explain."Over in that crater, Carva had sent a potential planet destroyer level of attack at me, which i obviously survived using a barrier. Badly wounded, tired, energy depleted. I had little chance of winning, but then NOXA pulled the kill switch on me and...You might not believe me, but killed me. Her hand drilled into my left chest, grabbing my heart and popping it like a balloon. After absorbing the remains of my heart, i had little time before my life faded. With the last moments of my existing life, i felt my body burn. She was using her ki to burn my body away into nothing by ashes. And that's where i died."Getting up to look at the man straight in the eyes, he was readying to tell him to utmost truth to finish off this long ass story he wished to not have to explain. With a deep breath, he began to speak again for the near final time."My energy that suddenly appeared? Was me reviving from the dead. My newly formed body re-materialized into existence. And here i am, talking to you. And no, I'm not a ghost, or a zombie. I'm living, breathing, and standing in-front of you. Now. As you might think it's impossible that I'm here, that perhaps I'm lying to you. I'm not. Those little patches of clothes left over? Those 'used' to be mine. Though i had a sword before i died, i don't really know where it went. I still haven't found it. Here, let's go inside and get you something to drink eh? Hopefully my ship kept all the drinks cool over the past few months.."
Dropping off his ship and into the sand, he walked over below it to enter a pass-code only he knew which opened up a ramp that extended down into the ground. Walking up it, he hoped the guy would follow him. The lights and power slowly buzzing on, he began walking threw the hallway. He'd turn to look at the guy and speak, that is if he followed. Telling him his name, and race they would finally reach a door to which he'd stop and go into. Walking inside was his formal living room. A bit dusty, but mostly clean, he turned on the fan that wiped the dust away into vents."Here, take a seat. If you want somethin' to drink i likely have it. Go ahead, ask."Walking over to his refrigerator, he opened it and took 2 drinks out of it. For himself, he popped open a nice cold can of Rootbeer, and a drink of some sort that he had asked for. That is if he asked for anything, he'd only come back with his own drink if his guest didn't want any."Name's Kazar Winters. I'm a hybrid born here on Earth, as-well as raised here. Half Human, half Saiyan. So, what brings you out this far into the desert? Excluding that you found my energy signature."Levlidian (Your turn my friend! I got a lot for you in this post mah boi!) |
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 3, 2017 23:49:32 GMT
Well, that was unexpected, Kazar had treated Levlidian to some what of a lengthy explanation and he listened with a furrowed brow a long side folded arms. The Saiyan's eye followed Kazar but not a word was uttered until he'd finished the explanation beneath the beating sun of the desert, honestly it was an elaborate tale and it concluded a few wonders of his. The fact Noxa had been involved formed a slit of the singular eye he used to see and his jaw drew taught, not long ago he'd felt her power radiate again but chose to fly in the opposite direction. Dying at this point was not on his list of things to achieve and a sigh soon followed toward the notion of the brutality she'd inflicted.
"Yeah, i felt the tremendous power coming from here and opted to run, at the time I was no match for any of you, now it's a different matter but; does time stop when you're dead?" a searching gaze travelled about Kaz', investigating the mans form for injuries apparently magically reduced to nothing. "And you're telling me it's possible to...return after death?"; the beasts heart leaped in his chest with excitement. If this was true he'd be able to return if the worst should happen, but how was that possible? Wasn't it the be all and end all once death came in to play? However, the elaborative Half Breed betrayed his ability, the Super Saiyan kind and a grin erupted about Levlidian's maw; "You transformed?" excitement was evident now.
"How? -was it in response to that death? I've been searching for a way to push myself that last mile, whilst I battled a Demon I managed to push myself halfway but the energy won't come any further. I gain the spined hair, the aura but no change to my eyes or hair colour; you have to show me," of course by the time he'd asked they were present within the ship. Levlidian had followed as they spoke. Seemingly he hadn't even realised where they were, turning the length of his lean neck to and fro the man finally drank in his surroundings. The ship seemed pretty old, abandoned for a while but not long enough to marter itself. "I'm fine for fluids-," he answered robotically and adverses his attention back to Kazar.
"As for why I'm here, I was taking a breather from my training. I was actually on my way north back to the mountains when I came across you, the energy had me excited as I seek out sparring partners and you're the first since Noxa who I know I'd be able to fight at my highest potential," he offered a meek shrug, "I know her, she was one of the first few I met when coming here; her and Collan. I'd always had the feeling she was much more than portrayed as she spoke of herself like a force of nature.-," settling back in his seat and folding the elngth of his arms behind his skull, the young Saiyan continued as he peered to the ceiling. "I'd planned to join her task force, however I haven't been able to find her, to be honest I re-thought the choice,"
Why wouldn't he betray all of this, he was the stronger of the pair and honestly Lev' didn't feel that the Hybrid was one who'd outright attack him for simply knowing a person. "If you plan to take a crack at her, Kazar, I'd hit the gym. She's almost twice our power now and still growing. I tried to keep up but the woman is like a monster with her strength gains," another shrug followed whilst adjusting in his seat. The cool air of the ship was definitely more so pleasant than the horridly humid air outside. "Ah, well, apologies I've not given you my name; I'm Levlidian, former Saiyan grunt turned Guardian of Earth, born on vegeta of course, I gave that Guardian title up as well as soon as I met the stigma Earthlings- no, everyone holds to my race thanks to the Solar Empire," his irritability blossomed about his complexion and each paw drew tight as a boulder of cracking flesh, "Not sure what i am beyond a drifter these days,"
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 5, 2017 23:58:11 GMT
As they were still on the ship, he listened to the man speak and ask questions. He went on asking as they had walked inside his ship, baffled that one could return after death. Then suspiciously excited that Kazar could become a super saiyan..However he hasn't tested a transformation as one again in the living world. When he last did it, he still had pure emotion to rely on to transform. But now, he has nothing to do it. The afterlife provided him a essentially immortal body, and being dead allowed super saiyan to not strain him as bad as it once did. Then it appears being dead allowed him to use super saiyan more easily. Though he hadn't a trigger to use it, he learned to activate it only in the world of the dead. He hasn't yet however, learned to still use it with a LIVING body in the LIVING realm. Looking at the guy, he prepares to answer all the questions he could with what knowledge he knew."Well- No. It isn't dark after death. Once dead, it's dark at first. You go threw a memory lane of your life, the people you met, what you've done, what they've done. It all comes to slowly. But when it ends and you see a light, you'll actually wake up. When you wake up, you'll be in a outrageously long line. Below this line held yellow puffy clouds, beneath those clouds laid HFIL and or Hell. After waiting in this very long line, you'll be approached with a giant red ogre called King Yemma. Basically- He's a god. Or the god that determines if you go to hell or heaven based on your best and worst deeds. If you've committed bad deeds that outweigh your good ones, you'll go to hell. Vise versa for better good deeds then bad deeds."Walking with him threw the hallways, he'd begin to answer to his question "You transformed?". Going on, the guy talked how he fought this demon that brought him half-way to super saiyan. Half-way huh? He's likely talking about False Super Saiyan. The same form Rafar used against that mystery fighter in his little tournament he hosted! Looking at him, he gently chuckled with a smile. Yeah well, life doesn't come barring gifts at your front door for you too take so easily. Life is hard, rough, and very unfair in situations. But that doesn't mean anyone should give up. If he had given up, he wouldn't be where he is today! His very will to not give up, to give it his absolute maximum in everything got him to this point."Yeah i transformed, i possess the Super Saiyan transformation. The one you described is False Super Saiyan. I've seen it once before during a tournament i held once, used by a Saiyan named Rafar. I know it's a false state of super saiyan, only allowing the user a power enhancement to some extent, and only allows very few physical appearances of super saiyan without actually being one. You see, you likely didn't have the required power to achieve super saiyan at the time you became the false state. I have tried, on occasions, to become super saiyan when i wasn't ready. But i never quite became the false state like you did, if by all means, it must just be something only a full blood saiyan can achieve. Hybrids don't really count i think."Wait, if only saiyans can get the false state, then it must mean this guy is a saiyan!! But- His hair isn't black, he hasn't a tail, so. Is he a hybrid? He can't possibly be! Or could he? Dammit, questions for later. He was about ready to continue but they reached the living room after a few minutes. Before he could continue, he told the saiyan his name, race, and birth place. A minute later had the saiyan who now calls himself Levlidian explained himself to Kazar. Coming over to the couch, he sat down and drank a bit of his rootbeer as he listened to Lev."As- I see. So you know NOXA as-well? 'And she has a task force? Just what HAVE i missed in the past 2 months?' (' ' = mumbling.) pfft- Yeah right. Like I'd tackle her again at my power now. But, while she is a monster with gains, I'm a natural at it. though training as a child throughout my life until i finally left my home, i wasn't so strong. But when i left that's a different story. I made literal leaps in power at a time over periods of my life until I'm where I'm at now. And hey, don't push yourself around to much Lev, I'm a bit of a drifter myself. I generally ain't got a home, i live in this spaceship which hardly counts as a home as it is. I just wonder 'round, train, fight, be social."Putting a leg up and setting it on the living room table, he crosses his other leg on his set up leg. Giving Lev a little punch on the shoulder to follow up with his own life. Putting his can of rootbeer down for a second, he'd lay his head back and stare at the roof above him. Glancing over at Lev before looking back up, he contemplates what to say about super saiyan and the afterlife. Looking over back at him he begins to speak again."Now, back on subject. Super Saiyan. It doesn't only rely on mere raw emotion, it relies heavily on PURE emotion. The emotions you feel deep inside yourself, the kind that deeply effects you and manipulates you. This kind of pure emotion can come from anger, sadness, sorrow, guilt or etc. For me, it was a mix of sorrow/anger/guilt. I could have saved Tekuma, but i was so postponed to fighting Carva i let myself slip and her death became of my actions to not go to her and get her away. I may not have killed her, but i let her death happen because of my own god damn- Grr..."Putting a hand up to his face, he lightly nodded his head from side to side as he growled to himself. Trying to talk about that moment, that SPECIFIC moment slightly triggers him. Though he's way past it, he can't really pull himself to transform from it alone. Putting his hand back down, he softly sighs before continuing to speak."Sorry, um..I wasn't fast enough, that's- That's sort of where it starts. It's that feeling where you could've done something, before it actually happen and while it's happening. You sit there and watch it unfold, and it tears away at your emotions. Imagine you have a pet, and you saw a wolf. Let's say this wolf started to tear into and threw your pet, not acting quick enough you couldn't save your pet. Only after your pet is dead and you attack the wolf, it's in vain and it kills you. That's- Sort of the situation I was in. That pure emotion you feel, comes from the very depths of your heart, your mind, your very being. It comes from deep inside you and it awakens to bring out a power in you, that you've never felt before. That's Super Saiyan."Grabbing the TV remote, he turns on the TV to try and break some of the silence in the room aside from the sound of the fan above them. Setting it back down, the TV on a random channel he begun again. This time going on about how to revive from the dead, what it's like, and..Well you get the idea don't you?"Now, afterlife. After being judged by King Yemma, being sent to hell or heaven. You are a little, puffy, white cloud. No limbs, no power, no nothing that you had in the living world. Just a set of eyes, a mouth, and your mind you had before. But however, before you can revive you require a body. To do this, you need to gather an energy called Shoki over a period of time by just being there. After a long while and you have the Shoki you need, you focus this energy until you well- POP! Get a body then and there! After that, you'll be low on Shoki again. You'll need to gather more Shoki before you can revive. Once you have that Shoki and a body, go find King Yemma and request that you can be sent back to the living world. Now he can't send you there directly, that is up to the Kami of Earth. All i know, is that Kami stands for god. In other words, whomever the Kami/God is, is the guardian of Earth to protect it and watch over it. That Kami, as far as i know, is a lady called Maeve. She comes to the afterlife, aka the check-in-station. The place in whom King Yemma lives at. She comes there, you grab hold of her say put a hand on her shoulder. After that, she'll return you to the living world. Now i had a choice to go wherever it is she goes to after this, but i decided to merely be rematerialized where i died. Thus brings us to the matter of how i magically appeared."Leaning back a bit, he kept on talking. By now Lev's ears must be hurting from the ungodly amount of words coming from him. But if your patient, the information he's giving, regardless of it's length to explain, is likely to be helpful in the long run. Now, after everything's been answered. He turns his attention back to Lev to speak again, but normally and not as long as before."so, you said you seek out sparring partners eh? If you want, we can spar anytime. If you have a means to contact my ship, I'll give you a open communications with me for you to call upon if ya want. But ya know, for now. I just got back from being dead, I'd actually like to relax for once. You know, sit down, drink some soda, hang alone or with someone, and just talk and watch tv...Or something relaxing, you know? After the long-ass awaited 2 months I've been dead, i think i deserve a 'little' break from fighting.."
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Post by Durian on Jan 6, 2017 6:19:31 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD
The Diablo Desert was a place Durian knew well. One she had lived in for near two years of her time on Earth. She worked and trained here. Avoided large scale power levels and focused upon her own strengthening. She knew the sands. The caves. The oasis’. She didn’t always know of the battles, but she could often find the remains. Scattered remains of people and machine throughout the vast and heated wasteland. The one she was coming upon was not one she knew well. By that time, Durian had found Emer. Hinawa. Eventually Levlidian.
That’s why she was heading this way in the first place. The black clad Kagami moved through the desert with practiced strides. Sift with the sand and don’t fight against it. One gets tired much more quickly if they force their way through. Good for training, not so much for long distance travel. She had a place to get to. Somewhere to be, to try and free those of her race. Possibly. The details were sketchy and she may waste her time. But she had to try. That first meant getting there...
Exhaling deeply, she ran a hand through the near rainbow flashing hair. The sun bringing out the majestic colors of the Kagami bloodline, she was continuing forward. Levlidian. Durian had sensed him in the desert. But why? I feel your presence, Levlidian. Telepathy was such a neat thing. Even if she couldn’t see him, she could force thoughts into someone’s mind at her own whim. So far she had only utilized such a skill on Marcel and Levlidian. He wasn’t immediately near... yet. But she would find him. Drawing closer to the man’s energy, she would be surprised to find another one instantly rise from nowhere. Hesitating in her movements, fumbling with surprise, the Kagami attempted to figure out where the hell that might have come from. A signature near the level of Levlidian’s.
Lev himself... Durian couldn’t exactly trust. But there was some part of her that believed he wouldn’t kill her. He had referred to her as an ally at one point. Basically forced her into the idea. He could have killed her at that point and hadn’t. He wasn’t done using her yet, so she lived. This other signature... She didn’t know anything about and it made her hesitate to continue. Seeking out Levlidian was one thing. Seeking out Levlidian and another power was another. If she knew the man at all, he would be trying to get into a ‘fun’ and ‘shared’ fight with another individual. Stronger the better. Exhaling irritably, she would continue regardless. She’d pull his Saiyan ass back to the north if she had to.
As she neared the place of the two signatures a scene she didn’t recall or totally understand would unfold. Great craters. Bits of clothing. Blood stains. Machinery. This area was a mess. Moving between the garbage that littered the sands of the desert, she would tread lightly. Her power level may have been suppressed, but people had eyes and ears. Another could be hiding to randomly pop up out of nowhere.
Is this another of your training fits? There has to be a different way to train other than to need to slug someone in the face for your sick enjoyment.
The Kagami’s voice would once again find its way into the Saiyan’s head. Referring to the time she worried he’d go flying off the handle in the north. They’d met a demon. Oh the fun times... She’d roll her eyes at her own sarcastic thought. Still following the signatures, coming to a rundown ship with entryramp still down, the Kagami hesitated further. Standing at the entrance, unsure if she should go on forward. Her hands slid into the pockets of her slacks as she stared into an unknown realm. Levlidian was beyond. Another powerful someone as well. Was this... where she’d be taken back to Vegeta? The thought chilled her soul. Bumps forming along her skin at the disgusting thought. The terror-filled thought.
Taking a shaky breath, she’d step onto the ramp. Allies. Or her protecting others from his stupidity... Whatever she was going to call it, she would go to find Levlidian. You’re in this ship. I’m coming to find you.
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Note - I'm having her enter the ship. If that's not how it works or you don't want me to, lemme know. Sorry if I'm interrupting. I can always delete or exit. >>;;
PL - 32,632 - Heavy Weights to HW 8,158 => 2
KP - 3/3
Techs Used =
Energy Suppression [UT1]
Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
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 Levlidian on Jan 6, 2017 23:44:39 GMT
This was interesting, irritating, but equally interesting, the way Kazar spoke was borderline arrogant but with a sweeping hint of charm Levlidian couldn't deny. Usually the beast would slug anyone who spoke as he did but, he had a point, there was a time for fighting and a time for training. Thus he imitated Kazar and hefted his boots, folding one over the other and slouched into the seat he had chosen. "Mmm, I hadn't considered the transformation that way, honestly I thought i just had to get incredibly angry; at least that was how it was explained," with a furrowed brow he'd continue; "I see a shadow when ever I'm close, they're holding an orb of gold and hiding their face, not sure what it means overall but I'm a tad more spiritual than most Saiyan's,".
Adjusting his rear, he'd utter; "I even removed my own tail, didn't want my Oozaru anymore; it posed no real strategic value and I was a stubborn kid," shrugging in a meek sense he'd then folding his arms up and over the back of the chair and elaborate a deep, unrelenting sigh; "That's the stuff,". Upon his temple flared a vein as Durian's message flared up and with his eyes drawing closed a response within his own mind occurred. Lev' didn't know telepathy, however he found speaking in his own head often could be read by such people. "The hell are you doing here?" he enquired to the woman as she called out.
"So dying is a huge joke," the good eye peeled open, a solid obsidian orb seeking his conversee whilst awaiting Durian's response, "Lining up, being processed, it sound slike drafting to war if you ask me; though I'd take a shot in the dark and say I'd wind up in hell. before I chose to lighten up, i was a nasty piece of work,". Like clockwork Duran repsonded with her vial accusation, an irritable sneer appeared upon the mans complexion; "Durian, how many times do I have to show you I'm a decent guy? It's horribly disconcerting how your hatred is controlling you, have you managed to exceed me yet? No, so quit the sour puss act and enjoy a drink with us. I'm sure Kazar would make an exceptional mate for you,"
"So you know Kaz', we're going to have a visitor," chimed Levlidian as his eye turned to the television, the fluttering pictures were of a lower class than he was used to on vegeta, however, he settled in to observe the moving pictures all the same. "You died two months ago, aye, sounds about right, it's been really that long since I came here? Damn, feels longer to me; so much has happened," the talk of fighting in the Afterlife drew a wall of questions out of him and as his fingers griped against the seat he uttered them. "So things are different there? Within combat, I mean, it sounds like its a little lazy to be there if everything comes easier. If Super Saiyan is so hard here, that suggests the molecules in that dimension are larger, perhaps more abundant and so Ki manipulation is easier. Unless, unless because you're dead the area about you is basically an extension of you- hm," the intellect of the beats shone through but he seemed thrown by the regal concepts piercing his head.
"Bugger now you're getting me thinking of science when it's relaxing time, tell me, do you think- there's a level beyond a Super Saiyan? I've seen other species achieve different levels and it got me thinking. Do you think we could do the same?" this was a new concept to him, he'd been considering implementing his own technique of increased mass unto the form once he had it. Though something told him he could take weeks to figure out how to control such power before advancing it to the next stage. "It'd be nice to have a goal after the legendary status; then again I still can't seem to get it,"
"I actually called my transformation a partial Super Saiyan, though false Super Saiyan both sounds better and a little insulting; why false? It sounds like a form that was made for Hybrids more than pure bloods. can't you do it- wait, Rafar can transform!? How!? He was the one that helped me master my own. It's still difficult, the rage that comes with it can get overwhelming but-," he stopped, the motor mouth had elaborated far too much. "Well damn, Raf' figured it out. Good for him and with such a low energy signature too; he miight actually pose a challenge now," the arrogant smile returned with vengeance leading him to chuckle; "What's on the box?"
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 7, 2017 20:45:23 GMT
Lev talked over to him, putting his own legs up on the table and crossing a leg, leaning back in the couch. A smile came across Kazar's face. Well, he's made a friend. That's a start. Looking at Lev, he was still talking. Saying how he didn't think to achieve super saiyan that way. Going on what he saw when he was close to super saiyan, and why he cut off his tail. So Lev is most definitely a saiyan, no doubt about it. For a few brief moments it was silent as Kazar looked at the tv. Looking back at Lev when he spoke to him, about having a visitor? Closing his eyes, he'd try to sense someones energy. Well, considering how close Durian seemed to be in the ship, it didn't take him long to find her energy. Though it's very small, likely suppressed. Opening his eyes again he looks at Lev.
"A friend of yours i assume? You seem chill about this visitor, so it's likely you know who it is."
Continuing to look at him, he began to speak again. Talking about dying is like a joke. A joke? It's hardly that. The problems you'll face when you die, going to hell, or going to heaven. The universe has existed for millions, billions of years. If someone is very strong and they're dead, you might find them and get your ass kicked if you aren't careful enough. He lightly chuckled at Lev. Him saying how it's like a military enrollment, though Lev does say if he had to guess he'd go to hell. So, Lev used to be evil? Well, evil's a strong choice of wording. Maybe just, bad? Not a good man is the best way to put it.
"It isn't so simple like that. Millions, billions, trillions if not more souls die every day across the universe. And only 1 person is put with the job to judge them and send them to hell or heaven. If you get on his bad side indefinitely he'll send your ass to hell or worse."
Lev spoke again, how he guesses that he'd be sent to hell as he says that he's a nasty piece of work.
"So, you have your own share of bad deeds in your life huh? Can't say I did anything bad, the worst I ever did was fight an android at a bar...And guess who's the one to damage the bar? The guy who said he'd keep it safe, and not let the android blow it up. Irony I tell 'ya"
After that, Lev got curious about the afterlife. How was it much easier to use super saiyan in the afterlife then the living world? Well, he was about to start explaining, that is until Lev says that he got him talking science when it's time to relax. A light chuckle escaped his mouth looking at Lev. But then a very interesting topic was brought up.
"You see, think of it like this. Your living body has limits, limits that determine what you can and can't do. A dead body, is virtually immortal. As it's dead, you can put much more stress on that body then what your living body is used to. Now fighting, isn't so much different but you can definitely last a bit longer with a dead body. I fought in a tournament in the afterlife once, got my ass kicked though!"
Though he chuckled a little, it was time to be serious. His eyes narrowed, he turned himself over to face Lev before speaking.
"Now, transformations. There is, by all means, more transformation. The first form of a saiyan is Ooz, then FSSJ, then SSJ as you already know. Then, there's a mastered super saiyan. A mastered form that's stronger then the original, and has better control over ki. And then there's Ultra Super Saiyan. In this form, it's a more bulked and muscled up form of super saiyan, taking super saiyan to its literal maximum in power. But it isn't good, increased muscle mass equals slower movements. Your body has a build up of ki, in which is concentrated into a increased amount of mass, and the body can't handle it. Though you'll see a 50% increase in strength and durability, you'll see a 75% or so decrease in speed and mobility. However-"
Standing up from the couch, he laid both arms to his side. Closing his eyes, he thinks deeply..What triggers him, NS being dead, Tekuma's death, Carva's unrelenting will to kill whoever it is he needs to kill to gain. Steam rolls off his body, his hair lifts up and down, flashing yellow every 6 seconds. Little sparks of electricity hit the ground below him, sparking around his body. His fists grip tightly, blood drips onto the floor. The sky outside began to turn dark, rain lightly pattering on the ships roof. Low rumbling fills the floor, his muscles bulk up coming with more steam to come off his body. Opening his eyes, they turn into a teal like color. His hair flashes yellow, standing up in a spiked fashion. With a roar, his power soars to it's absolute.
"RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!......Phew, tch. Yeah, i definitely feel my energy drain faster. Look, i only got a little while to sustain this so let me give it to you straight. This, is a super saiyan. Imagine this, with a 50% muscle mass increase, and spikier hair. That's Ultra Super Saiyan. And the next level, Super Saiyan 2. An ascended form that increases speed, sustains mobility, increases strength and all your senses. This form is the best form to use if you're a hybrid or a saiyan, as it is stronger than super saiyan and doesn't come with the drawbacks of ultra super saiyan."
Breathing out lightly, his hair returns to its normal state. Even though his hair is already spiked, imagine that but spiked facing up. His power descends, his muscles decrease in size. Still raining outside, the sky now only dark because of the clouds. He kept his aura suppressed because he knows if he let it go wild, he'd probably tear his ship inside out. Turning around, he opens the door to the room and says down the hallway.
"Hey! Whoever's down there, you can come over if ya want! What i did was a demonstration, it wasn't pointed towards you! We got drinks and food if you want some!"
Turning back around and walking back to the couch, he'd sit back down and wait for Levs response. A little smile breaks on his face thinking how he'll react. That's gonna be good. As he sat down, he let his tail slither away out from under his clothes and pop out beneath him. His light brown tail curling itself around his waist since it'd be VERY uncomfortable to sit on it. Honestly, from past experience he's learnt to not sit on it.
Durian (Hey guys, please tag whoever is the next in the posting order btw!) |
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Post by Durian on Jan 7, 2017 22:29:06 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD What the hell was she doing here? Had he really asked that? The Kagami steamed within her own mind. She was here traveling. She had somewhere to be. A rumor of injustice that she couldn’t take and it involved her own people. Traveling across the world wasn’t going to stop her if she could help other kagami. But what she hadn’t expected was Levlidian. Here in the south in the desert? She suspected he did travel a lot. She did meet him in this part of the earth in the first place. Sighing to herself, she moved slowly throughout the ship. There was no need to answer him earlier about why she was here. She had something she wanted to do and she sure as hell didn’t want him interfering. A ship that was unknown to her. She might not even be welcome. And there could be safety measures at any corner... Or worse. It could be a saiyan ship. A slight shiver ran along her spine at that thought. She could have literally walked right into her own doom. Door shuts. Ship takes off. And her life ends on planet Vegeta. One arm crossing over her body, she rubbed absentmindedly at her opposite arm. Black glove against jacket, slow movements as if to settle her mind as her gaze traveled over the inside of the ship she had just violated with her presence. Her mind was urging her to leave. Not harshly, but a very conscious reminder that yes. She wasn’t strong enough. Levlidian wasn’t trustworthy for her life. She should run. Her steps faltered and then stopped when she sensed Lev’s thoughts. He didn’t reach out to her as she did him, but he had a way of making certain thoughts louder or known. However, they could be missed. It helped him that he ‘said’ her name first. Stopped in the middle of a hallway, the kagami listened to him. If her heart wasn’t pumping at an insane rate, she might have replied with greater force. Or replied at all. She could have said he had to prove it to her once. That’s all the Kagami would need. But Levlidian never had. Everything the man did just breathed of Saiyan influence. As for her hatred... Durian knew fully well it controlled her. She was embracing it to be her. She thought she had at least hinted that much to him. The kagami was letting hatred envelop her. Was becoming that which she hated most, so that she could end them. But one thing would strike her mind. One thing she almost had to reply back to. She didn’t know who this Kazar was, but Durian was certain she didn’t much care. I don’t have friends, Levlidian. Not that the female had many relationships in her life on Vegeta. She had her owner and that was a lot of her socialization day in and day out. Trips to the store or various tasked would have her interact with other beings, but it wasn’t consistent. Neither the kagami she used to be nor the kagami now had friends. Durian, this being now, had no reason for them. If she became like a saiyan, there would only be crushing and using those friendships for personal gain. The female had no longing for connection or care, that was long buried and filed away. So when she would speak back to Levlidian, it would sound almost worn. Not purposefully so, but with a sort of disappointment that he didn’t realize it, that there was no way around it, and not to mention she was still afraid to be in this damn ship. The kagami would continue moving again. The words from her ‘ally’ being enough to spur her onwards. Not what he said, but merely hearing him. Levlidian was there and she could keep an eye on him. Even if she didn’t hold the power to actually stop him without fading into lifelessness herself. And then something chilled her body, heart, and soul. The one powerful energy she had sensed had skyrocketed. Amazingly fast and terrifying. Levli- She found herself questioning the saiyan and then immediately ending such a signal. He may hear his name begin to be called, he may not. Durian had attempted to nullify it. There was worry and obvious fear in that mental outcry, something she had no joy in expressing to the saiyan she constantly found herself surrounded by. Her steps felt heavy as she continued towards Lev’s signature. Her heart racing and her body screaming for her to turn around. But Levlidian’s power didn’t waver. He wasn’t in trouble and he wasn’t increasing his output of power. He was both okay and not competing. Yet. Then she’d hear a creek and a click. A door? With a voice accompanying it. A voice she didn’t know, probably the power that had spiked and died. The one Levlidian called, Kazar. It was like he was trying to put her at ease. It did that not at all. All she heard was Lev and hers first meeting. Levlidian was happy go lucky and joyous, but with that competitive undertone of violence. The saiyan blood. Was this Kazar saiyan as well? Is that why Levlidian has said they could be mates? If so... it was a sick joke. The female continued on, near to the door Kazar had come from. Taking a steady breath, she prepared herself for her meeting with the two. This Kazar and the one she knew, Levlidian. Kagami hair not spilling colors due to no sunlight, she’d walk into the room. The two were sitting, facing a television. Pictures danced across the screen but Durian’s gaze was more towards the unknown one. She wouldn’t sit and neither would she make a move to. She kept a bit of distance in the room between her and both of them. Dull grey eyes on Kazar, she’d make it obvious what she wanted to know. That way, it couldn’t bother her. “You’re a saiyan. Aren’t you?”Or that's what she WOULD have said, if her eyes hadn't caught something. A furry appendage, or sort of. A tail. Wrapped around his waist. Her lips formed into a tight line beneath the mask she wore, irritation evident in her gaze. "Saiyan." The female would utter with disgust, her gaze shooting to Levlidian. A narrow glare would be focused upon the sitting man. Hilarious. Next you'll be telling me a saiyan's my soulmate.There was obvious anger in her reaction, even if the telepathy was only aimed for the saiyan she knew. Levlidian. Levlidian --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 - Heavy Weights to HW 8,158 => 2 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Suppression [UT1] Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle 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 8, 2017 19:18:19 GMT
Levlidian listened on with a stern complexion, even as Kazar rose to granting him a lesson on Super Saiyans that almost pushed Lev' to new heights of irritation, he was talking in such a way that portrayed him as some sort of prodigy. This nicked at the young Saiyan's pride and soon enough he found that listening was the last thing he sought to do. However, listen he did for this information was tantalising, sitting up, grasping the seat he watched on as the Hybrids power began to intensify, it was as though a cub had become a lion and suddenly the elder Saiyan was tossed back into his seat.
Power bled through the cracks in torrents, the steel of the ship creaked and groaned beneath the reverent power that strained to expand and Levlidian's single orb widened, it looked so similar to his False transformation and as it pushed on Kazar's hair erected. A thunderous boom and a cry of power filled the vicinity and Lev' wa son his feet. This was so intense, the power, the rage it was devastating to his own pride to know he was so close to something like this; why, why couldn't HE do this yet? Levlidian was stronger, he was -better- than this hybrid so why was it he suffered with such set backs?
"Impressive," he mumbled with an envious smirk, Kazar himself had powered down then strode on to the hatch that lead back down the steel halls. The spherical ship saw Levlidian uptake his seat once again swinging each boot unto the table before him. It didn't take long for the female to emerge as shaky as ever to find a pair of Saiyan's awaiting her. "You have me, whether you like it or not," came his retort to her announcement about friends, "relax, he's a goofball by sounds of it, I just met him myself but seems he was able to come back from the dead-, his obsidian eye shifted to Durian. her slender frame achieving his grin even as those grey eyes filled with such hatred he'd accepted would never change; "makes you wonder who else can coem back, doesn't it? and alluring grin developing before physical vocals followed.
"Yes we're both Saiyan, though he's a dirty half blood," a mocking grin flared and with a subtle nudge he'd drive an elbow for Kazar's knee, "So you only have to hate him half as much, consider it a part day off," slowly he'd seek rise fending himself to stride beside her and offer his hand to the seat he once occupied before relocating to another and crashing into it with a load 'flump'. "I warmed it for you," he chuckled and settled his paws behind the rear of his crown. "stranger things have happened, Durian" if Lev' could wink, you bet your silver dollar he would now. Instead, he ettled for closing just his living eye leaving the bland, white orb open to reflect a..weird representation.
"We were discussing Super Saiyan, but I'm betting he'll be interested on just -why- someone that hates our race so much has found herself in the confines of a ship with two. Honestly sweetheart I'm starting to wonder i you're following me to stop my destroying more hapless towns?" with the utterance, he'd lean forward and accompany his hands with a means of focus via clasping them, his long black gi slipped to descend to the floor either side of him. "Kazar, you know our race kept' slaves? I had no idea until a friend of mine told me, apparently this was one of them. I wouldn't bother trying to be overtly nice, she's a beautiful woman but carried a chip on her shoulder for 'apes' the size of the Earth,"
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 8, 2017 21:41:39 GMT
Looking at Levs reaction to his sudden burst of power when he became a super saiyan, it seemed pretty normal. Exactly how he figured he'd react. As he sat on the couch currently, the unknown had walked in and it seemed to be- Oh fuck no. Aww, is this really a time? When his eyes locked on her body, he immediately felt numb. A huge flaw in Kazar is his confusion of girls. To him, they can come off as pretty as a goddess but be mean as a gun pointed at your head.Regaining the feeling of his body, just unable to get past her appearance, Lev spoke to her. After she had asked if he's a saiyan, but noticing his tail, Lev did speak to clear it up. Apparently he called him a dirty half-blood, looking at Lev returning with a light nudge on the shoulder he says."You wanna go Lev? Me, You, Tomorrow, everything you got."Returning a smile at Lev, likely that smile of excitement in his saiyan blood that Durian likely hates. But the pure innocence in his smile and how he acted completely overshadows his excitement as a warrior. But his smile faded when he listened to Lev elaborate how the saiyans had slaves, apparently this girl whomever she is, was one of them. Likely an escapee from the SSE's control over very few slave planets he knows of. Perhaps he might go there one day, go undercover and preform his own secret special ops mission to liberate the slave planets from the SSE....One day."Hmmm...How about we not talk about slaves? I-...Don't really like the topic of that much. How about we switch topics? It seems like Lev knows who you are, so if you kindly could. What's your name?"
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Post by Durian on Jan 9, 2017 1:13:58 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD She had him? What did that mean? The Kagami had entered their ‘relationship’ with little expectation. Use one another to get stronger until the stronger one had no use for other. At that time, she had assumed one of them would die. What... had Levlidian expected? Through his threatened invitation to be allies or die? It wasn’t like he had said he wouldn’t kill her when they were meeting the demon in the north. Distracting herself from the thought, she would find herself before the two saiyans. Levlidian and Kazar. Her stomach felt heavy and she was near sickened. This was a disaster of an idea. Even with the unknown man looking upon her with as much uncertainty as she, she felt no more at ease. His explanation of why she shouldn’t worry about Kazar wasn’t all that comforting. You came across as a goofball when we met too. She reminded him. She still thought he was too saiyan-esque. But he had been a goofball. Grinning like a happy idiot as he punched, kicked, and rolled around. Surprisingly, her words didn’t hold a lot of irritation or anger in the telepathic message sent to him. Just simply stating. A reminder. And that’s all it was. Until her face would darken at what he said next. It wasn’t hatred. Not completely. And it wasn’t at him. Like she had just sunk back into her own mind and was dealing with something immensely troublesome. A saiyan had come back to life. The eyes of the kagami would shift to Kazar. Sitting there nonchalant and happy. This man had returned from the dead? Where... was the point in ending the saiyan race if they could just reappear? Reappear with more strength and hatred? The glare was gone, and if at all possible, she lost more of the life from her eyes. What... did she do now? How was she supposed to proceed? The kagami was brought back into the present by the confirmation that they were indeed both saiyans. Though, Lev said he was a dirty half blood. Raising a brow, she watched the child-like nature of the saiyan she knew resurface, nudging the man beside him with a grin. Kazar returned it, smiling and teasing the other saiyan like they were good buds. The female honestly couldn’t tell if their buddy buddy act was due to saiyan arrogance or simply being... male. Lev continued to tell her to only hate him half as much with the same silly attitude as before. To continue, he’d get up and offer his seat to her, and with a perplexed look, her dulled gaze would follow him. He moved to another seat and plopped himself into comfort. To top it off, he spoke to her within his mind, a louder thought which also stated her name. He had to be teasing. But why. And even looking at the man that seemingly had no tension, he would close his good eye. Relaxing? Winking? Her jaw tightened with the confusion she felt, lips pressed together as she moved to the seat he had ‘warmed’ for her. I haven’t seen you like this since the mountain.She really hadn’t. While the kagami didn’t realize the man’s tension was partially her fault, his struggles resurfacing from her own hatred, she hadn’t seen him so relaxed and happy. Almost like a child with too much energy. An evil and twisted child, but a child all the same. The woman hadn’t sat, not yet. There was a lot of hesitance with the female with the oddity of just the past few second. Saiyans coming back from the dead, child-like wonder returning to Lev. Now, he wanted to focus the talk upon her? Her gaze flickered to Kazar and back to the speaking Levlidian. Sweetheart. Beautiful. Following him. A light smirk pulled at her lips, even if the mask would hide such expression. “I seek you out when I expect trouble. If there would ever be anything I could do to stop you from being foolish, I’d want to be there.” As heartfelt as the words could have been, Durian certainly didn’t speak them that way. It was like she was informing him that she would stop him. She wanted to be there so he wouldn’t act like a saiyan. She wasn’t fully irritated though, her confusion had rid her of that for those brief moments. And oh how brief they were. Lev and Durian both knew well that her past held such things. Lev brought it up, but didn’t go into it. He was still being... jolly. But Kazar’s reaction would be surprising. Did he not know? Or was he avoiding? He wanted to switch topics immediately. It struck a chord with the woman. Having never seated herself, she’d round the table of the room and stand before Kazar and speaking as she moved. “Not talk about slaves? Does it make you uncomfortable?” It was almost a mockery how she spoke it, like she was feigning concern in an obvious manner. In front of him now, she’d continue. “I can’t imagine why any saiyan wouldn’t cherish the thought of reminding me.” Leaning over slightly, the kagami took a gloved hand to the dark-haired saiyan before her, finger lightly pressing to the back curve of his jaw and slowly dragging her fingers forward in a gentle fashion along the underside of his jawbone. “For no reason at all, I’m yours. For whatever reason you have, I’ll act upon your whim.” These words lost their mockery. Almost like she was caring for him. Submissing to him. Her fingers would linger at the tip of his chin, a thumb stroking along his cheekbone. “And with any displeasure, you can take my food. My bed. My child. My siblings. My friends. My life.” That soft and gentle voice of hers cooed through the things that could be so easily taken from her. And for the briefest moment, when she spoke of her child, her eyes would fill red with fury and only damped away to the dullness they held once more in the next instant. Taking her hand in a gentle and smooth caress down his neck and pressing lightly into his chest, the kagami would lean her head down and near his. If he so let her continue after all this time, he’d likely feel her breath even through her mask. “And through all of this, no one would ever help me. For I don’t deserve it. None of those slaves do. They’re objects. To be beaten is nothing. To have one killed just means a few coin to replace. What should I have to complain about? My family is you.” The cooing voice of the woman would turn rageful and hateful in that last word ‘you.’ Her eyes flashing to a blood red again at her finished little speech. She’d stand up straight, her eyes flickering to Levlidian, back to Kazar, and then she’d move to her seat. Sitting down in it, drawing her legs up beneath her as if she might curl up with a book and relax right then in there, she looked to Lev once again and then Kazar as the red would fade from her irises and return to the dull grey. “Durian. I go by Durian.” Levlidian --------------------------------------------- NOTE - Keep in mind that all of these actions are attempts. You are welcome to stop or interrupt them. PL - 32,632 - Heavy Weights to HW 8,158 => 2 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Suppression [UT1] Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle 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 9, 2017 1:49:13 GMT
"I am a goofball, I goofed a lot when we met and I regret that," he shrugged, seemingly trying to play down the admittance to his actions, the threats, honestly he quite liked the woman just not so much her attitude. There was something very primal about her, not so much as primal as a Saiyan might con-scribe to; but something oddly attractive in an instinctual way. Women held appeal on status on a sexual level for the man on very rare occasions and this, was not one of them. Logic dictated he find out more, he was curious, attracted to the enigma. Kazar himself drew Lev' to him simply by being aloof, the read on him was simple enough he followed heroism like an obsession it seemed, always trying to be the good guy; by the Kami is that what Lev' looked like to others. Within the confines of this ship he was looking into the most extreme mirror he could have asked for and he didn't like what he saw. Not so much that there was a problem with Kazar owning that role, more so that the elder Saiyan desired more from his personality than to be a carbon copy Kazar. This was not the biggest elaboration to date, however, for Durian was about to drop a bomb. Was that a shift in the ever lasting progression that was her hatred, Levlidian's grin emerged again as she whispered into his head so came the response, a tired, empty voice reflective of something that truly lay fractured; "It's a farce, I'm in pain, Durian but he doesn't need to see that. I don't know him, I don't trust him so why should I show my pain and anguish to anyone I don't care for nor trust? he's still a Saiyan,". Another wink followed suit but outstretching his fingers as they interlocked he'd betray a subtle crack. "Kazar, I'm not going to fight you, you just gained a new life;-" the grin turned mocking and in to the converse strode his pride, "-I'd hate for you to waste it," Subconsciously one hand reached for his chest, fingertips dug into his flesh a moment and he massaged gently whilst watching Durian move, as a predator might she swayed to Kazar uttering in an unfamiliar tone; one he'd never heard from anyone so much as her. The beasts brow furrowed, the grin faded but up kept some of its shine. "What are you doing?" he asked with far too much curiosity. Jaw drawn taught and musculature flexing to fence himself back into a seated poise, the some what paranoid Saiyan ended his thoughts of possible intervening via the use of his scientific mind. Observing these two conversing, how Kazar procured a reasonably sound and calm exterior whilst harnessing his pride like a hero might. some where, in the edge of her voice drew a venom, Levlidian began to wonder how much of this was portrayed from experience and he felt a tug at his empathy; why was she speaking as she was? What was the act? even as Durian settled back into her chair it baffled him though logically it could only be to mess with the young man. "Well, that seemed sensual, well played m'lady," came the elder Saiyan's sassy reply. "Kaz' you worry far too much, Durian's clearly more so thick skinned than you give credit for. Even if she does carry one hell of a bark," Speaking to himself in his mind is italicKazar Winters
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jan 11, 2017 22:46:51 GMT
Looking at Lev as he replied to him, mocking him almost. Oh, yeah right. Sure he just got back, but if it happen Lev killed him. Lev might wake up one morning to see a Super Saiyan 2 in-front of him saying 'So, how's 'bout a rematch?'. Oh he could see it now, the hilarity of it. His attention towards Lev was short lived, as the Kagami moved ever so loser to him. In an almost mocking, but smooth tone she spoke to him. Scratching her finger just under his chin, and eventually down onto his chest. Feeling himself get pushed into the couch, his face explodes in almost every shade of red possible. The way she spoke sounded almost seducing like to him, so smooth, soothing, but what she said almost ruins his accidental wonderland. Going on how, that's she's just a slave, that he could have her life, kids, whatever she owns, her land, have her do anything on the spot if he desired to all because she was 'just' a slave. And although he'd want to reject, how close she is to him, he could feel her breath hit his face threw her mask. With her hand on his chest, and how close she was to him, it was difficult to so much as say anything in his position.When she would stop and sit down relatively close to him as to where Lev would have been sitting, if not for him getting up to move seats for her. Still, staring straight forward. His mind was everywhere. His face lightly sweating, his breathing became uneasy, and it was obvious she put him in a state of shock. He's never been so CLOSE to any girl in such a mutual manner, other then his mother, and it outrageously embarrassed him. When he was able to catch himself, his left eye glared over at Lev almost asking "What the fuck just happen?" sort of expression in his face. Taking a small gulp, he'd try to cool himself off and wipe off the sweat. Over time, his face became normal and he'd have a relieving sigh. Looking at her, again slightly blushing but soon controlling himself, he'd speak."Look, I don't 'Care' if I'm partially Saiyan or not. My race doesn't determine who I am, what I do, what I will do, or how I will do it. My decisions are up to me, and me alone. I could be influenced by the blood of a Saiyan, that thriving thirst for battle. Sure I've let it control me once or twice, only in the manner of sparring with some good friends of mine. Not to kill, not for victory, not for any other reason but to spar and hang out together."He turns himself around to cross his legs and look, directly, at her eyes. Staring deep into her, his eyes fixated on her. Not twitching, not moving, almost like he's frozen like a rock he stares at her. Beginning to speak, he'd explain to her. That he doesn't like slavery at all, the subject alone sickens him to his core. Although he'd never kill, it wouldn't stop him from kicking that persons ass for committing such a deed. In his general opinion, one person owning another, or an empire slaving an entire race or planet is wrong. He hates the idea of slavery, sure he understands how it'd benefit the rulers. But looking at it from a spectators perspective, or from a slaves perspective, it's pure, and utter, sadness and nothing more. The abusing, the pain, the idea of being stripped from your family, being beaten, being violated, exposed, anything and beyond that happens because of slavery is something he's against. He'd complicate it further by saying, it's not because he's a good person, or that he's saying it to be hero like. He's saying it truthfully, that he honestly to the gods, utterly hates, and is against slavery in all forms of its existence. If there was a way he could stop it, then and there, he would."I hope that clears things up.... Anyways, If you need anything, ask me and I'll help. Drinks, food, and the TV is all open for usage if you please. 'But for the sake of me, don't eat and drink everything. I honestly can't afford to replace that many drinks and that much food.'"Getting up from his seat, he'd grab the remote for the TV and change it to something. Doesn't matter what, perhaps a science channel. Which, in all fairness, he's a nerd. Although over many, many years of not going to school. He has lost a fair amount of intellect he used to have as a kid. But that doesn't seem to stop his curiousness of science, math, and the people of the universe. Their cultures, their race, how their government works, how it was set up, their general history. All and all he was fascinated by it, but only to a degree does he knows politics so honestly the policies in said alien governments or his own for that matter, hardly effects him. After changing the channel, he'd turn himself around and lean back. Trying to clear his head completely. What had just happen, with the Kagami. It was burned into his memory, every second as glued to his brain and he can't get past it. After a few minutes, she broke the silence and told him her name, or that's the least she's done since she entered the room.
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Post by Durian on Jan 13, 2017 6:55:24 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD Regret? It was peculiar. Durian wouldn’t have thought Levlidian could feel regret. That any saiyan could. Maybe he had just used the wrong word, saying regret didn’t actually mean he felt remorse in any way for his actions. On top of it... The kagami found nothing wrong with goofing around in general. So why regret? Other than to maybe try and gain her favor out of lies? It became even more odd when Levlidian would reach out to her again. Answer as to why his attitude was so different. Pain from what? But the more striking part of his little answer was that he wasn’t telling Kazar of his pain because he did not care for or trust him. That in itself wasn’t odd or thought provoking. It was the meaning behind it, the implication. Levlidian had told Durian that he was in pain, the implication being that he either cared for her or trusted her. Both a larger mistake, if he was actually implying such foolishness. Her eyes upon the saiyan, she would see his odd wink and catch more of the meaning this time, having noticed the odd motion the last but not understanding. Her look of being not impressed and even going so far as to roll her eyes would be much more obvious. There was something else she had to deal with. Kazar. This man who wanted to hide from the topic of slavery like it was too dirty to be uttered in his ship. Her seductive tone and movements would continue uninterrupted by either saiyan. Did... they really both get a kick out of this? A brief surge of irritation and disgust wouldn’t even hinder the woman’s abilities to play her part. Durian could hear the question echo through her comrade’s mind. What was she doing? A twisted game probably. She didn’t have an exact answer for that at the moment. She finished her moments with Kazar and curled up in her seat. Giving her name and hearing Levlidian’s amused praise. “I’ve played many a part. Is the other saiyan jealous I didn’t fawn over his might?” There was a bit of deadness in her first sentence, but as she would question his jealousy, she would once again let her tone slip into that cooing and charming sound. She made no move to get up or go towards him, there was no real intention to do so. But her voice would sound like she may be concerned that one of her ‘masters’ was displeased with her behavior. A mockery once again. Preventing his uncomfortable avoidance to what your kind does. Letting him see up close how much he missed out on. The words she spoke mentally were spiteful and somewhat sarcastic. She was finally answering to what she had been doing. Basically, she was messing with Kazar much like Levlidian had assumed. Durian hadn’t gone without noticing how Kazar was taking things afterwards. He was silent. And his skin had a light dampness to it. She would have smirked if she wasn’t so irritated. The man probably did wish to have a slave to take care of him now that she waved those flames. Disgusting saiyans. He would look to her and blush, then try to force his thoughts onto her. Now Durian would smirk. It was cruel as she caught him in his own words. The two might not see it, but her eyes wouldn’t betray her. “Listen to your own garbage you spout. Your race doesn’t determine who you are, yet the blood of your race makes you thirst for battle and control you. You can deny it all you want, you can say it is innocent and for friends. But you will lose yourself into the temptation. That thirst will become too strong. And you’ll take what you desire.” Obviously the man was not going to convince the stubborn and hate filled kagami easily. But she would very much be surprised when he turns to her. His gaze focusing upon her like he was trying to peer into her soul. Immediately her memories would shut down, as if he might try to penetrate her mind and pull out past occurrences. Her gaze grew dark and full of anger. Those red eyes of her people appearing again as he attempted to place his position of power over her through eye contact. She would not back down from him in this way. Then the boy would begin to speak again. It was a cute little speech, but he was still a fool. The words he strung together always had one little knick in them that would destroy any good he had set up for the kagami. “I’m glad you understand how it would benefit rulers. Seeing as all saiyans want to rule with their thirst for power, I’m sure you can understand why they need the kagami to be beneath them and serve their every will.” Biting sarcasm. She withheld further comment on how he could help end it. Killing himself again. Wiping his existence off the map. She would let the rest of it go, letting him offer of himself sparingly. She wouldn’t move to provide herself with drink or meal. The kagami was much to sickened to think of partaking in food with them. Both of them. Her red eyes turned to Levlidian in that moment. Would you like to tell me how bad slavery is now, but how it can be useful in some instances?The bitterness was strong today. Whether it was her mood or her company or both wasn’t quite clear. Levlidian --------------------------------------------- PL - 32,632 - Heavy Weights to HW 8,158 => 2 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Suppression [UT1] Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle 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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