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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 23:56:52 GMT
 | Namorel (HW)
(Suppressed PL): 100
-75%
Powerlevel: 25 |
The Spinach wastes, Namorel always found it hard to believe that such a calm location existed on an otherwise extremely active planet. His favorite feature of the location was the ostrich chickens that inhabited the various farms that were littered amok the area. These calm creatures seemed to like the giant slug man himself, although that may have been due to the fact that he fed them regularly. Today he was doing the same while he watched for anyone potentially flying over the area. Today ha been a day of scouting and had proven rather successful in a wide matter of ways that made Namorel feel more or less better about it.
KP: 3/3 [No Techs Used] (OOC: Short intro as IDK what else to say atm) Tulip Waterfield |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Jan 8, 2017 0:31:30 GMT
With a roar, Tulip spun her sword in a wide, upwards arc. A slash of silver ki split from the edge of the blade, sailing through the air and slamming into the cliff where it exploded in a flash of dust and rocks. Stabbing the huge blade into the earth, the woman fell to the ground beside it and laid back against the broad blade. It provided some shade from the grueling sun above, but the woman still disliked the scorching heat. Her white tank-top was soaked in sweat, as a result of her intense training. Her jacket had slid off one shoulder when she collapsed, revealing her thin but fit body. With a sigh of resignation, the woman rose to her feet.
“So many battles, so much training, and I’m still no closer to my goal.” Swatting the handle of her sword, the blade dispersed into silver particles and then nothing. Rising into the air, the woman began flying towards the cities in the west. Her mind suddenly picked up a huge energy reading, which made the woman slow to a complete halt. Her gaze shot to the ground below, searching for the reading. Today...just got a little more awesome.
Current PL w/ HW -> 13632 KP 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 9:13:21 GMT
| Namorel (HW)
(Suppressed PL): 200
-75%
Powerlevel: 50 |
Little changed as time passed for the namekian as he stood in the grassy wasteland that was Spinach Wastes. Had he picked the wrong location to seek others? Raising his already suppressed power to double of what it was he would suddenly feel the immense energy coming from somewhere in the distance, looking up he would rest a hand on his hat and take into the sky to find the source, his weighted cap fluttering behind him as he flew, seeking the individual that gave off the energy. As he drew closer he saw a feminine figure, her shape similar to that of the saiyan Kaile he had met on a few occasions, while also reminding him of an even more humanoid version of the nekosaiyan Lizbeth.
"Greetings, whom might you be? I am Namorel."
Namorel spoke to the individual form a distance, stopping about two and a half meters from her as he stopped himself in the air, his fedora still gently placed on his head as he examined her. Perhaps she was out here training, this gave him an idea as to how he would test her, he already knew what he was goin to be looking for in this particular one, but would she be up to the task was the question.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Jan 28, 2017 5:44:48 GMT
Tulip watched in silence as a figure flew into the air below her. When it got closer, she saw it was a man. A green man. A green man wearing a weird hat. Huh. He flew to a stop across from her and continued drifting closer as he spoke firmly in a low voice. “Greetings, whom might you be? I am Namorel.” The green man raised one hand to ensure his hat was still in place, as Tulip hovered across from him. He was tall, but didn’t seem strong. But, she had fought people who didn’t feel strong that had completely destroyed the young hybrid. Adjusting the collar of her red jacket, Tulip spoke firmly, green gaze looking up towards the man hovering across from her.
“The name’s Tulip. Fighter-in-training. What brings you to this lovely piece of hell?” Sweat still beaded the woman’s brow, a symbol of the sun still baking down on the two. How this man seemed so relaxed in this desert environment was beyond the woman.
Current PL w/ HW -> 13632 KP 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 22:52:39 GMT
| Namorel (HW)
(Suppressed PL): 400
-75%
Powerlevel: 100 |
”Tulip? Interesting name… I came out here looking for someone worthy of an offer I have open. Perhaps you would be of interest?”
Namorel kept his composure still as he spoke. The sun beating down on him, it was rather uncomfortable and yet the overbearing feeling was a good handicap for the namekian were he to fight this Tulip. She seemed to be a rather sturdy one by his observations, avoiding scanning her energy he wanted to be surprised if they were to enter combat.
”Perhaps you would like to step into the limelight? You seem the powerful type.”
A smirk formed on the namekians face, only partially covered by the fedora that sat on his head, slightly askew to hide his antennae from Tulip. He hoped that she would agree to the offer as he was looking forwards to a strong opponent after so long.
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833 
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 12, 2017 19:41:30 GMT
@namorel 472 wc & 708 PL! 708 + 100,328 = 101,036 PL! Tulip Waterfield 371 wc & 423 Z! 423 + 4304 = 4,727 Addinggg. |
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