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Post by Chai on Jan 20, 2017 4:26:37 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 11,339 PL (-75% Heavy Weights)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: This thread is open to four people to avoid overcrowding, excluding myself. Please excuse my slow and semi-crappy posts while I get back into the swing of things. This takes place after a WIP thread where Chai meets Guardia's friends from Hell. KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
"Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadLIGHTS OUT
The first thing Chai wanted to do was scream. Flat on his back, everything just seemed to ache and yearn for repair. His single eye slowly fluttering open, the goat would roll his head to the side and look to the side. All the trees were tightly-knit, just one strand in a massive web of life. Most lacked any leaves, as the winter winds had stripped them clean off months ago. Several small pine trees brushed against the lower forest, and Chai could make out the sound of trickling water. The night sky above was barely visible through the dense fog surrounding the forest, but Chai could make out some sheathed starts glimmering above. It was quite beautiful, actually.
Except this meant he had been out cold for a good six hours now. Chai could recall coming here when the sun was still high in the air. And where the heck was Guardia...? Wow. He and Guardia had a real bad habit of passing out and getting separated, it seemed. Yet, something felt very wrong about this. Chai couldn't seem to recall what though. Sitting up and grabbing his head, Chai ran a hand down his pearly white like horns. His head hurt, and there was a strange ringing in his ever so sensitive ears. Was there an accident? An explosion of the sort. He remembered hearing Guardia yelling. Putting a hand on his waist, Chai found Guardia's scabbard to be gone as well... There was an explosion of sorts, and everyone was separated? That seemed to be the logical conclusion. But it seemed hours had past, and nobody had woken Chai up... It felt strange to go anywhere without Guardia in his sheath, but Chai had to find his sword and Guardia's many friends.
Where was everyone?
Standing up on shaky legs, Chai looked around at the dense woods that seemed to eat away at the starlight above. He had to find Guardia's sheath first- it made the sword comfortable. Guardia didn't like going anywhere without it. Heck, maybe his blade buddy was still in there? A few nearby trees were splintered and broken at the base nearby, causing Chai to raise a brow. Looking for the scabbard felt somewhat normal, at least. For a moment, Chai felt as if everything was completely fine. Spotting the brown and silver sheath behind a log about ten feet away, the goat would trot over and pick up the long container, slipping it into it's rightful position on his belt. How it was thrown so far was beyond Chai's knowledge. Shaking his head, Chai pushed his sores and aches aside for now. After stretching a little, the goat concluded that he wasn't too hurt, just bruised a little. Walking alongside the river nearby, Chai didn't like what he saw next.
The forest looked like there was a bomb detonated in the center. Trees tilted to the side at first, but eventually fell flat as the goat ran down the river, quickly locking onto the close, yet distant energy signature of his partner. There seemed to be some logging equipment nearby as well. One load stacked onto a truck was overturned, the trailer bent and logs spread across the ground. Chai's head was still killing him, and he could barely hear a thing. Not the birds chirping, not the pitter patter of his footsteps... nothing. It made Chai wonder if he hit his head again when he was knocked out. It seemed to be best to do a quick brain check.
He was Chai Schala. Twenty-Seven years old. They were walking through the woods- Chai had encountered Guardia's clansmen awhile back. All of which were winged and colossal gargoyle-like demons who were even taller than Chai, and were incredibly eager to reunite with their long lost friend. It turned out when Guardia, the strongest of his clanmates, left Hell and got locked into his sword, several more demons managed to beat the gargoyle demons into submission to serve them. Luckily Chai was able to successfully defeat their captor, although Guardia took most of the spotlight during their scuffle. Chai offered to house and feed Guardia's many friends for a short while, and they were off to the Northern Lands to recoup and merrily chat. Obviously, that didn't seem to happen.
Okay- his brain worked. Good. It relieved the goat and made him fearful at the same time. SOMETHING was clearly not right here. Looking around at the logging site, Chai tried to piece together what the heck happened. Just about every piece of equipment around him was overturned or tilted, oddly enough. Inspecting the nearby overturned truck, Chai noted that the hood was completely blown off in the apparent explosion. A lunch box was still open on a nearby table. Guardia's energy signature was as strong as ever, but still. Was he knocked out too? A being as strong as Guardia getting conked out was concerning. And where were his clansmen? Why would they have left? Did they go to get help, or were they scared? The latter was unlikely- all of those demons were just as snarky, prideful, and confident as Guardia himself. Their absence was still concerning, though.
Where the hell was everyone?!
Shaking his head again and rubbing his forehead, Chai still could not get the ringing out of his ears? Opening his mouth, the goat let out a yell in hopes of calling his friends. "HEY!!! IS ANYONE HERE?! GUARDIA?! MINONUS?! SENTINIL?!" Chai shouted, cupping his paws around his mouth to amp up the volume. The only ones to answer were a few birds, who flew out of the nearby trees in response to the goat's holler. Sighing and slumping over, Chai forced his aching body forwards, heading towards the overturned truck and Guardia's distant energy. But before the goat from another world could take another step forward, his senses picked up another energy. Was it one of Guardia's clansmen? No-- this was different. Was there one signature? Two? Three? Chai was too achy and woozy to pinpoint it. Taking a few cautious steps back, the zoan could only grit his teeth and wait for the energy to approach. Some ki flaring from his palms, Chai could only hope this wouldn't result in a scuffle...
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Post by Speenatch on Jan 20, 2017 16:19:49 GMT
Speenatch, who was dressed in his usual, garish gi (the one that combined bright orange, aqua, and neon green), his hot-pink boots, some black bands over his wrists, and… of course… those shades of his. Oh, and a backpack with the rest of his supplies and clothes. While he was wearing that outfit, he was flying over the Fukorou forest… pondering over what he’d seen at that small village in the desert…
‘Dagnabbit! Where’d Big Train get that sorta power? He just boosted himself three times over… and was stronger ‘n my best at only a quarter of what he could accomplish. He weren’t lyin, neither. I double-checked!’
He hadn’t been able to get a full read on the teenager’s hidden power. Ki sense didn’t just let him see past barriers to power. But he could, just barely, sense a hidden energy behind what he was putting out.
‘Shiznuggets, that actually makes me wonder… what if there are other people that can hide their Ki away. Like me! Or just keep their full potential from bein’ seen... Oh man, what if that Tulip lady was hidin’ even more power behind what she was already puttin’ out! I need ta see if I can start findin’ the hidden stuff, train my senses up. And see if I can’t tap inta that power that Big Train was channelin…’
As he was going through this long train of thought, the man started entering a dense cloud of fog. Now, fog and good visibility never mixed in his opinion. Especially not when he was wearing a pair of thick shades. But, he wasn’t going to take them off. This was the perfect chance to see if he could figure out how to better listen to his other senses!
‘See, this is what’s great about my life… I think of a way ta improve, and the world gives me a chance ta do it!’
He then closed his eyes… which was probably not the right move at that point. After all, he was still moving through the air… and just at that moment had decided to start training his other senses. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t hit the mountains he went past, or the tall trees. Or any passing jet-fliers or other such vehicles. He just kept on going.
‘Yeah, gotta improve my senses… That way I c’n notice more! Like Chai down there in the forest…’ He just kept going for a moment after that, actually passing by the location of the goat zoan. However, after a moment, he paused both his thoughts, and his flight.
‘Wait a minute! If that’s Chai’s energy… well I think I should go say hey! No need ta be rude ta a friend, after all. I ain’t got nowhere important ta be.’
With that, the hairy little human turned himself back around, and flew towards where the one-eyed warrior from another universe was standing. His aura streaking as he dashed back to the location. Once he was hovering right over it… he began to slowly descend. Staying silent… Why? For a more dramatic entrance when he came down out of the fog.
‘It’ll be so cool! Chai’ll appreciate how much stronger I’ve gotten, too. Maybe he’ll wanna spar… Ooo, then I could get ta test some of my latest techniques! Yeah… get stronger again…’
Right as he had that thought, those black bands on his wrists (and the pair around his ankles) made a small clicking noise. The yellow gems on the center of each one flashed before turning orange. And then, the weights he’d been wearing became heavier.
Now, Speenatch had not planned for this to happen during his descent. Thus, his own power helped with pushing him down faster and faster… Before gravity took control as he let go. He desperately tried to focus his ki, to push against the ground and just fly back up! Or to keep his speed of descent from climbing.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!”
However, it was all in vain. He fell. Like a stone. All the way down to the forest floor. His body fell from the fog bank, then crashed through the upper branches of the trees. Plenty were broken free, falling right to the dirt. He followed them, crashing into the ground feet first. As a consequence of his attempts to right himself.
He landed right in front of Chai, throwing up dirt, rock, and bits of wood as he came into a landing. A big dust cloud was knocked up, disguising his body while he took a moment to ponder how to recover from that embarrassment.
‘Okay, play it real casual Speenatch… Play it cool ‘n just act like ya meant fer that ta happen.’
His attempt to “play it cool” was revealed to the goat zoan when the dust cloud settled… revealing Steel, half-buried into the dirt by his own landing. He “casually” leaned to the side one one arm, while flashing a grin.
“Oh hey, Chai good buddy… how’s it goin’ ma fav’ zoan?”
PL: 18,563
Medium Weights Applied, PL = Approximately 9,281
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Post by Dilva on Jan 21, 2017 4:12:21 GMT
If one were to ask if Dilva had been doing anything constructive with his life recently, the answer would likely be 'Who the hell are you, why are you talking to me?' Followed by various intelligence based insults, as it usually went. Even back on Vegeta, he was never that spineless. Don't misunderstand, he was a complete and utter wimp, but refused to be spoken down to. Though, he had made some improvements during his time on Earth, he was very much as pathetic as always. He had no clue how to actually USE his newfound strength, other than firing weak Ki blasts at various amounts of nothing. Training only went so far, he found, and he wasn't cut out for large amounts of it, without making himself exhausted. It was just inefficient, to do so much work for so little pay-off, he found.
Still, even with all that, Dilva had found himself in some remote Forest, looking to hone his skills, at least some amount. He had given up on that when his newfound hobby of collecting insects kicked in. It was funny watching them run around in their cages, he found. Very, very funny. And, well, they were kinda interesting too. A lot of legs, and wings, and...well, a lot of things. There was a lot to like about them...though, he WAS eventually forced to let them go. He only had one case for storing them. And he wasn't exactly Mr. Moneybags. He was pretty much BROKE. So much so he once dined and dashed, half for amusement, and half because he hadn't eaten in a week. Which was absolutely horrible, he had to make more of an effort to hunt things down to eat more often. At least he could take on normal animals easily enough. He hadn't exactly been able to move past cows yet.
Life on earth was a boring downward spiral, even when he discovered new places, and his Head's Up Display listed off all the new things, it was just tedious. There was always someone new to terrify him/kick his ass/both. He remained loyal to the Saiyans of course! He wasn't a turncoat...tail? Whatever. And there was a surprising amount of Saiyans on earth. For the most part those encounters went well, but there was the...odd time...where things went horribly wrong. Which was the worst kind of wrong for Dilva, and also the kind that showed up the most. The worst time had to have been when he decided to climb up a tower to who knows where, only to fall back to the earth in a very, very painful manner. That was the last time he was listening to a kid who told him to climb up a tower.
That was in the past though. For now, he was exploring the forest, feeling extremely bored...almost unbearably so, actually. The insects helped, but he still couldn't shake the feeling of...overwhelming NORMALCY. Part of him sort of missed having stronger people around more often. Probably about his genes, or something like that. Saiyans were fighters...to the point they got stronger from getting beat near death? It was a weird trait, but he had heard about Saiyans making the best of it, and using it to become WAY more powerful. Which he thought was crazy, but then, he found a lot of the battle loving Saiyan traits crazy.
And then his scouter beeped, and he started cursing fate. The moment he even humored the idea of running into someone interesting! It was almost like that superstition about the Mirror Lady at Earth Human 'Slumber Parties'. Not all of his research was helpful. Deciding that since fate would likely end up steering him in that sort of direction anyway, he hung his head, and shoved his hands in his pocket. Maybe if he dulled his tongue a little, the encounter could be more peaceful...he really needed to consider adding an A.I. to his scouter, if only to make things less lonely. Then he'd have someone to talk to, and he'd be less desperate for...social contact? He had met tons of non-humans so far, after all...and he wouldn't even use that phrasing anyway! Probably some Saiyan version.
When he arrived he saw...someone half buried in the ground. After a while, he just stopped caring about the displays he saw on the planet. And the other was some sort of...animal person? It wasn't the first he had seen, so he wasn't exactly surprised. Instead, he cleared his throat. "Greetings, earthlings. Please do not be intimidated by my tail, I am a simple Saiyan, who has come looking for simple conversation!" Dilva offered, with a small waive. He was only there for conversation, that was true. He had accepted the reality he wouldn't be winning any fights any time soon, so it was best to be as polite as he was able. That was...correct...on Earth, wasn't it? Not being a complete douche-bag to everyone you met?
(PL: 8,739)
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Post by Mammon on Jan 21, 2017 6:46:46 GMT
Post: 1 KP: 3/3 PL: 24,883 Up to: No good Celestial Event: N/A
He moved through the trees he moved through the shade like some great shadow, no root hindered him no branch nor stone, trees that had stood for a million years straight and tall bowed from his path, great oaks reduced to splinters with a wave of a hand. This was good, this was right. He was loping through this forest in his prime hunting the small things, the large things he was the hunter and everything else under this canopy was the hunted.
He caught a stag, he dashed it against the rocks he battered it against the trees with sickening thwaks, have you ever heard of those conservation hunters who killed to reduce the population clean and quick and all around it helped the species? Well yeah, he wasn't one of them. His bare feet made slapping sounds as he moved, flicking up cool earth as he passed where he found slow moving creatures he punted them and watched how far he could make them fly. He made a general destructive nuisance of himself.
He appeared in the tree line between sagging tree, his form reduced to all but outline in that shade he stepped into the light and like a reducing wave it washed over him and off him he had turning horns that wound off a cruel face that was marked by glowing eye's, they were red all the way through deep pools of dark red red. "Intimated." he called to the Saiyan, showing him his teeth in a ghastly feline smile, it was the kind of smile that in a loving world its parents should've sent to boarding school to get straighten out. Sadly for everyone involved it didn't.
"By star and stone, fear not that shan't happen." he was wearing a loin cloth his chest was laid bare, it had nicks and scrapes and a carved scar in the fashion of a snake wrapped around a chalice, he looked like a woodland sprite had started to get in with the wrong crowd, or was the wrong crowd. He wore a cape of leaves that hung from his shoulder's and held a spear in the other, and a struggling rabbit in the other. He was eyeing up an ants nest not but ten strides, to sum him up and how he appeared it would be most easiest to say 'and then there's this bastard'.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 24, 2017 2:51:18 GMT
[HWs ON, PL: 7,216]
[Arco's PL: 50,000]
Big Train found himself in the Western Frontiers. With his Kami training and all, he thought it would be nice to stop by the forest and check out his old ninja pals. Right where his journey first started, Fukurou Forest. Big Train was in a very reflective mood, coming full circle to where it all began made him realize just how much progress he has made over these past few months. Though there were plenty martial artists out there that would humble him. But he was proud of the improvements he made up to this point.
Just as he was leaving the ninja clan’s hideout, and flying high over the forest on the back of a 20 foot tall cat-bird named Arco. He sensed familiar energies. It took him a second but he made out Mister Steel, and then Chai, and finally Mammon. He wasn’t sure who the fourth was, but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t Dantalion. ‘Oh boy’ he thought, ‘I better go check that out. Knowing Mammon, they might need some help’.
As if the two had a mental link, all it took was a pat to Arco’s side for him to tilt into a dive bomb, heading straight towards the earth. The two energy signatures would be closing in fast and in no time would be right on top of them as Arco landed. The giant beast landed as a cat always does, gracefully on his feet. The strange man was wearing a white gi with sleeves that were ripped off, leaving a little fray around the edges. On the left side of the gi's breast was the Zen School logo and on the right was the galactic patrol symbol. On the back of the gi lied an even larger depiction of the Zen School logo, right in the center of his massive back.
However at the moment it was all covered by a brown and red poncho, which to the trained eye would revealed its weighted nature. “What’s up guys!” Big Train would wave from atop Arco. He was excited to see Chai and Mister Steel. It seems like they were always running into each other! They would make a good triple threat. He wasn’t sure who Dilva was but he would flash him a friendly smile. However his face would lose all of it’s pleasant nature when his eyes shifted towards Tarzan. He was all too familiar with the games Mammon played.
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