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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 4, 2017 14:47:37 GMT
Articho had hardly slept the night before, spending most of the night staring up at the ceiling as he internally debated what he should do. He wanted to challenge Toma one on one for the right to be the hermit but as far as he could tell, the older Saiyan had dropped off the face of the earth, leaving the school in a similar predicament to when Zexama vanished. No one was getting trained, students would be leaving since they weren't learning anything, and the school would fall to disrepair again. He came to a conclusion as the ocean waves lapping on the beach lulled him to sleep.
Tomorrow, he would claim the title of Turtle Hermit. He wouldn't let things stagnate again.
Morning light and the sound of seagulls screeching woke Arti from his slumber. He blinked as the sunlight fell on his face and lifted himself up out of its beam with a yawn. He kicked his feet over the edge of his bed, stretching, yawning, and itching at different spots as he stood up and walked to his closet. The young hybrid quickly took off his hamburger themed pajama bottoms in favor for a pair of jeans and his boots before grabbing his jacket and throwing it on as he walked downstairs. Articho's mother and father were in the kitchen, Turrip attempting to cook up a passable breakfast while Yoguri sat at the table sipping on a glass of milk. He planted a kiss on his mother's cheek and a mock punch to his father's bicep with a cheerful "Good morning!" before grabbing a few strips of dinosaur meat and flying out of the door. He could barely contain how excited he was. Months of working and training led to this moment and, while he did feel slightly miffed about not being able to challenge Toma directly, if the older Saiyan did show up again at all, Articho would happily challenge him to a fight, just to settle it the right way. But right now, the students took precedence.
Articho landed in front of the Turtle School dojo. His eyes flicked across the big building for a moment before he turned away from it and looked skyward. His staff appeared in his hands before he let his energy rise and explode outward as he transformed into Super Saiyan. The burst of power would be enough to attract hopefully the right people to his position. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground and put his sunglasses on. All he had to do now was wait.
--------------------------------------------------------------- Articho is challenging for the role of Turtle Hermit!
PL: 219,310
SSJ PL: 3070340
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Post by Rafar on Feb 7, 2017 2:02:48 GMT
Power Level: 43,607 Heavy Weights Equipped! Power Level: 10,901
The Sayian Rafar strolled out of his ship onto the dew-strewn grass of the meadow he had landed his ship, secretly glad to be back on the blue marble of a planet. He would never admit it to anyone, but he had begun to consider Earth his new home, much more than Vegeta ever was. Here, he had grown strong, here he had met many friends, enemies and allies, and here he had stepped into the hall of legends. Besides, there was nothing interesting enough on Vegeta to keep him there, even if he wanted to stay there!
Rafar was heading for the North Capital, to try and find anyone to meet or fight, when a sudden burst of power very nearly drove him out of the air. He hadn't felt anything close to this level since the battle against NOXA, though of course the power was much weaker. He redirected his newly-repaired scouter to track the emerging power, and took off towards it. If it was another 'villain' he just hoped that he or she wouldn't try to kill him again, one back treatment was enough for one life.
He would arrive through the trees shortly after the fighter sat down to wait, and would touch down quietly a few meters away from the Super Sayian's resting form. ANOTHER ONE! Wasn't the form supposed to be legendary? That was three fighters he had met in the last month that had the form. He clenched his teeth, reining in his annoyance, "Not sure what to say here, so hello I guess."
Not my greatest post, but wanted to get in here when I had time
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Post by Toma on Feb 7, 2017 5:01:37 GMT
Toma let out a deep sigh as he felt Articho's power rise outside the building he was sitting in. His eyes opened as Articho's power spiked, and he rose from his resting position, stretching out his back as he did so. Why hadn't Articho come inside, he wondered. After all, he knew this day was coming, Ninjin had informed him prior to this day. While he hadn't been certain as of when, he had decided he wasn't going to let Articho just up and take the school, not quite that easily at least. If Articho wanted to wrest this school from Toma's hands he was free to try, but Toma wouldn't be going down without a fight. Quickly casting out his senses, he'd send a telepathic message to Ninjin Nedrag and he would speak. "He's here. It's time." He trusted she would show up, as she always did. She had as much of a right to be here as anyone else, after all. Turning towards the entrance, Toma pushed open the doors of the small dojo, his eyes falling upon Articho's resting form. He looked less than impressed, after having fought Zucceta when she was using her full power of the Super Saiyan Two. "So you've come, then." Toma spoke matter of factly, reaching up and undoing his sash from his waist. Afterwards he removed the orange part of his Gi, tossing it back inside, leaving him in his blue undershirt with black bodysuit underneath. His power spiked as his hair ascended to the golden from of the Super Saiyan, his muscles bulking and his most latent power raging forth. "I know why you're here, Articho. Ninjin informed me. If you wish to take control of this school, then fine. So be it. But I will not let you take it while sitting idly by. I've done too much of that in my life already."With that, Toma would glance back at the Dojo, and then to Articho, who was surely listening by this point. "However, regardless of who wins, damaging this dojo with our battle is pointless. Let's go somewhere where we will not cause any excess harm. What do you say?"
[Heavy Weights Removed! SSJ PL: 1,856,148
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 7, 2017 6:02:27 GMT
Between the refusal to ingest Senzu Beans or the persistent resistance of his bandages, a certain hybrid wasn't sure what would considered worse for him. Given recent encounters, perhaps it was nigh-time for legitimate self-betterment. Interactions with those that claimed to be relatives had taken his eyelids and pried them open; yet not without his entire body practically shattering beforehand. With self-depreciating though forcefully shoved aside for ideas of personal treatment, Celmaru Waterfield had taken upon himself to search for Toma. The Turtle Master, whom of which had acquired the title he kept warm for a month or so, seemed to be at the Turtle School. As he should be.
"Someone else with him?"
The Ki signature of another was nearby. Stronger, yes, yet as mixed as any other; a hybrid, Celmaru suspected. Was he not as forsaken and rare as he was raised to believe? Were Taveon and Aelron correct? The hybrid huffed, his exhaled air barely dispersing past the bandaging that partially concealed his lips. The hell has he been thinking?
It would be several moments before the school would be in sight. Power emanated rom the school's entrance, yet it didn't really seem that...intimidating. Concealing the majority of his power, the hybrid would descend upon the roof of the Turtle School. Contemplating an idea briefly, the hybrid indulged in a at her rarely enacted activity he did once as a youth. Promptly spinning about, the hybrid would soon find himself hanging from above, atop the roofing in a backwards seating position. With his back popping repeatedly and his arms swiftly folded; embarrassment swiftly descended upon him.
"Excuse me, Toma. I may as well inform you that I took your rather brief advice from our last interaction...and I believe my current state may tell you of how that turned out."
Purposefully ignoring Articho with that statement, the hybrid's facial features would be concealed by tight gauze. Celmaru's right eye, alongside the rest of his expression upon the right side, would be mere bandages if anyone were to look. A few stray straps of gauze would invade the left side of his face at a diagonal angle, however it be for simple support purposes for the rest. Various other threads would trace along his biceps and shoulders, all the way up to his lower neck. The majority of it would otherwise be hidden away by clothing.
"I'd also like to know if you have any advice on more lasting sessions of physical therapy, or where to find someone that provides it. Turns out I'm a bit of a wreck beyond the typically physical sort."
Celmaru, as stated previously, Purposefully ignored Articho. Didn't really know him anyway; best not bother the other Super Saiyan.
Thread PL: 345,347! Ki Suppression active! Current PL is 10,000!
Phae will be absent unless stated otherwise.
Didn't expect Toma to drop in at this point. Freaked me out there man. :T
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 7, 2017 20:37:44 GMT
Articho could sense Toma approaching him from within the dojo, though he didn't stand up to face the entrance way. A thought crossed his mind about how Toma's power level felt smaller than it should be as he rolled his neck around to loosen himself up. He sensed two other energies approach the area, but ignored them for the time being. He had a hermit to address. As Toma talked to him, Articho rose to his feet and turned to face him, letting his staff vanish into thin air. He smiled warmly at the older Saiyan as he tucked his hands into his pockets.
"Jeez, man, you could keep ice cream cold with that frosty opening," he remarked jokingly. "Lighten up a bit, man. I'm not here to kill you and take the school for myself or anything. This is a challenge. A challenge to earn my place in that spot. If I had ended up taking it with no resistance at all, I never would have been satisfied with myself. We've both got Saiyan blood, dude. Fighting and earning victory through struggle runs through our veins. You can't tell me you're not a little bit excited about this, too."
Articho nodded affirmatively. "We can move. I live out by the ocean now, so we can fight over by my new house, so long as we don't accidentally break that apart, too," he looked down sheepishly. "I know it's kinda childish, but I'd like for my parents to watch the fight, if that's okay with you."
The hybrid then turned his attention to Celmaru, his sheepish smile turning to an annoyed frown. "Can this wait? You're kind of killing the moment." He then looked over to Rafar, his frown turning into a confident smirk. "You're about to watch the biggest Turtle School throw down ever. Grab some popcorn and drinks. The show's about to begin."
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Post by Rafar on Feb 8, 2017 0:34:29 GMT
Rafar nodded, grinning slightly, "I look forward to seeing a Super Sayian fight without looking through the lens of pain. I'll stay out of your way for now." He would back off into the air, giving the fighters ample space to maneuver if need be. If they did move to another location, he would hang back, but still follow at a distance.
Throwing this out since something big has gone down IRL and I might not be able to post as often as I like. Anyway, consider Rafar out of the posting order for now, as he is just spectating!
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Post by Toma on Feb 9, 2017 4:15:03 GMT
"Frosty, you say?" Toma asked, his eyes closing, his mouth turning upwards as he let out a chuckle. "My apologies, that was not my intention. I just figured I'd get to the point. After all, we're saiyans, right? No need to beat around the bush." Toma spoke, still half-chuckling about the situation. He liked Articho, really. He was a family friend and an ally, but a fight was a fight and Toma didn't like posturing, regardless of who it was.
But then Celmaru showed up, and this... complicated things. The man was covered in bandages and seemed to chastise Toma a little bit for the advice Toma had given him, and Toma looked the man over. "Must have been one hell of an opponent to do that to you." He said, watching the hybrid. "Don't worry, though. The wounds will only make you stronger in the end. That's how Saiyans like us work, after all." He said, smiling. "You can't tell me there wasn't a part of you that enjoyed the thrill of the battle, right?"
With that, Toma stepped closer to Celmaru, and looked the hybrids body over closer, examining his wounds. "Though, as for physical therapy, Ninjin showed me a few routines that should help keep your muscles loose to help with the healing if you really want, though I'd suggest a Senzu Bean or spending some time in a Rejuvination Chamber if you wish to return to fighting form the fastest."
Turning back to Articho when Articho spoke to Celmaru, Toma would speak. "Enough, Articho. This is Celmaru, a friend of mine. He's a good man, no need to snap at him like that. You said you wanted your parents to watch, right? I can understand that."
Afterwards, he'd turn back to Celmaru. "So was that your power that I sensed coming from the north?"
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 10, 2017 0:34:06 GMT
"You can certainly wait a minute or two."The hybrid replied curtly towards Articho before Toma discussed with him. As Toma spoke with Celmaru, his body slid off the rooftop; swiftly curling over itself in a haphazard flip. Somehow it was successful. Landing upon his heels, his arms still firmly folded, the hybrid glanced at Toma with a single visible eye. Standing upright, a rather painful pop was audible from his back. With a brief wince, Celmaru spoke up...still ignoring Articho. "No one special. Just...the Queen."The following words only hardened the hybrid's gaze. A rather harsh glare would set upon Toma. "Why the hell would I enjoy --"For what would likely seem to be for an instant, an attempt to force a memory into Toma's mind was made. The entire scene of that shitshow between him and Noxa, the ascended Super Saiyan state, the anger, another blasphemous power-high; all of it ending with the furious force of Zucceta erupting directly into the hybrid's cheek all at once. As if he hadn't done a thing, Celmaru concluded his sentence. "-- anything of that sort?"The Saiyan's suggestions regarding physical therapy, however, wasn't that of what the hybrid intention to inquire about. That was healing, yes, yet it wasn't exactly what he desired to find. "...Not that kind of therapy. Acupuncture, muscle treatments, some such akin to that."|'I've recently been told that I've not been too kind to my body.'|A telepathic message would be relayed to Toma, concealing the rest of his speech. Articho didn't need to be involved in that matter. Regardless, a sigh-like exhale escaped the hybrid's nostrils, his pseudo-positive introduction of himself to Articho from Toma almost sounding like a lie. As Toma redirected his gaze back to the hybrid, meanwhile, an inquiry regarding the recent events that caused such injuries haunted him within such a question. The hybrid's brow twitched. "There were multiple. The Queen, Bing Gan, a woman named Noxa, and myself. I'm sure you got me mixed up with someone else. There are far better things to look over up there."Celmaru had acknowledged that Rafar was there; albeit without a reason as to why. The hybrid deemed it best to ignore him for now, likely to avoid any more awkward confrontations. Also, in regards to Articho, he seemed a bit...egotistical. Boasting about an upcoming fight being "the biggest Turtle School throw down ever" seemed a bit boastful, perhaps of himself, perhaps of something he could have up his sleeve. Who knows. Celmaru didn't know the man anyway. The hybrid's ribs felt oddly tight. Shifting his arms about slightly, a few cracks and pops here and there, the brief pain lessened the hybrid's concentration on his suppression. Oh well.
Ki Suppression is lessened due to the remaining effects of his injuries; or the lack thereof, whatever it may be to you. <.< PL is now 35,000! (Trying a new telepathy text thing, please pardon me) Articho Reville
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 10, 2017 2:32:33 GMT
Turning back to Articho when Articho spoke to Celmaru, Toma would speak. "Enough, Articho. This is Celmaru, a friend of mine. He's a good man, no need to snap at him like that. You said you wanted your parents to watch, right? I can understand that." "Fair enough, I guess," Articho agreed, nodding his head. He watched the exchange between Celmaru and Toma, his frown returning as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Wait a minute or two," he said. Arti had waited his minutes, even when those minutes turned to hours, which turned into days, and then into months. Of course, that didn't stop him from listening to the conversation between the two. To the younger hybrid, it seemed like Celmaru had gotten in over his head by deciding to throw down with Bing and Zucceta, which also clued him in to the fact that the man's low power level was no where close to what he actually had stored up. Moreover, the damage to his body was likely nothing compared to the damage done to his pride. His tone of voice and dejected attitude lended to that. "You know, you don't have to keep up the suppression anymore," Articho piped up, taking a few steps forward. "If you're fighting Zucceta and Bing, you're likely sitting well above even me. And from what I can tell, you got your ass beat by both of them. I won't ask why or what you did to end up on their bad side, but it looks to me that the blow to your face is no where near as harsh as the blow to your pride caused by whatever they told you. You don't have to listen to me about it, but I think this is something you need to settle with yourself. Don't go blaming Toma."With that, Articho looked at Toma, giving a slight jerk of his head in the direction of his house. "Wanna head out now?" he asked the older saiyan. "My father's probably going to have to head to the city to pick up whatever weird food my mother will crave for lunch pretty soon so he can figure out how to make it edible for all three of us."---------------------------------------- Rafar Toma
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Post by Toma on Feb 12, 2017 3:19:24 GMT
When Arti began to speak, Toma would speak up, interupting him. "Just because someone fights someone stronger than them doesn't mean they're at that level, either." He began, shrugging. "I fought Zucceta in her Super Saiyan Two state, or Super Saiyan Full Grade or whatever she calls it... I lost miserably, but it was fun nonetheless. Even my full power was nothing compared to her when she goes all out. It's amazing, really." He spoke, his arms crossed. Though his pride wasn't really damaged by it at all -- he hadn't expected to win that battle in the first place.
He had wanted to see what the ex-Queen was capable of, and now he had a goal to shoot for, a plateau to reach.
When Articho spoke again, Toma would sigh. "Articho, I appreciate the defense, but it's fine. You don't know what Celmaru and I discussed previously, and while I get what you're trying to do and appreciate it I'd prefer if you would stay out of our business. There is no need to concern yourself with it. As for your father though, he doesn't need to concern himself with my food. I appreciate the sentiment but I've already eaten."
When Celmaru spoke to Toma telepathically, Toma didn't let his face falter at the memories. Instead he closed his eyes, letting out another sigh through his nose. "I see." He'd reply back to Celmaru telepathically. "Well I suppose I can help you with those things. But I still think a Senzu Bean or spending a few hours in a Rejuvination Tank would be a good idea. Especially if another strong power threatens innocent lives again. I still think you could prove yourself to them in the next battle. Because there's always a next battle."
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 12, 2017 23:29:16 GMT
Articho's frequent comments regarding the conversation he wasn't a part of brought irritability to the hybrid. Did he need attention that desperately to seemingly aggravate him to do so? Celmaru's visible brow furrowed, his gaze facing away as Toma began to defend him. Why is he even trying? It had only been a short time that the two spoken between each other. Toma was certainly correct about one thing; it wasn't exactly Articho's business. Once again the subject of leaving and relocating came up. The opposing Super Saiyan seemed rather anxious to go. Recalling what he had stated before, Celmaru pondered a thought. "..."This would end far too quickly if it was simply Toma versus Articho. A decision was made with a telepathic message to Toma. |'Apologies about this.'| "I'll be fighting in Toma's place. If you really want to go there, mentioning all of your Saiyan blood and the urge to battle and all that bullshit , then Toma isn't going to do a thing for you. As much as you'd likely love to remove Toma from the position, that'd a bit too easy for you and your precious little Saiyan blood, wouldn't it? Regardless, we should all see if you can handle being challenged instead; any bullshit tricks and you're leaving immediately."A golden uproar of energy enveloped the hybrid swiftly. The bandages atop the hybrid's head burst, suddenly being torn to shreds by golden hair. The torn strips fluttered uselessly onto the earth before yet another Super Saiyan. "You want start a show?...Then don't hold back. We'll see if you're actually worth the Turtle School's time."The hybrid knew that Articho's parents were supposedly going to spectate; and unfortunately it could end up being the worst time to do so. If this were to continue, the opposing hybrid could be seen injuring someone whilst already being as much. Yes, he had offered to fight, but that doesn't completely justify attempting to destroy him to get to Toma, does it? No matter, time will tell with this 'confrontation'. Another mental message or two to the current Turtle Hermit was left for good measure. |'As pretentious as this may sound, I'm going to be fighting for you because I have a far better chance. From what I've known with other full-Saiyans, I bet you'd want his full power. My Father always asked as much, even. Now, please pardon me as I handle him myself.'|
|'...And good Kami man, how are you alive? Zucceta and fighting is practically suicide often times when paired together.'|
Mastered Super Saiyan has been activated! Full PL: 4,834,858! Ki Suppression active! Current PL is 3,900,000! Talk shit you get offered to get hit Articho Reville . :V
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 13, 2017 3:23:38 GMT
"Again, fair enough," Articho said in response to his assumption that Celmaru was strong to go up against the likes of Zucceta, Bing, and Vi Poi. Though, all three at the same time made him less inclined to believe he didn't measure up somehow. He rolled his eyes in response to Toma telling him to stay out of their business. If they wanted to talk privately, discussing it right in front of him was not the proper way to go about it. "I meant food for myself, my dad, and my mom. Trust me, you do not want what my mother has been enjoying these days."
Articho stared at Celmaru, his grin towards Toma turned to a frown. "Man, who fucking died and put you in charge? You want me to lick your boots clean while I'm quivering in fear at how intimidating you are?" he said, rolling his neck as his golden aura slowly appeared. "I wouldn't love to remove Toma from this position. Shit, I didn't even know he took it until I finally left the afterlife and got back to Earth from Konats. But a lot of what I did up there was train and ready myself to take over since the last Hermit up and disappeared." He walked up to Celmaru and stared him right in his single exposed eye. "Drop the 'holier than thou' act, too. Yeah, I'm half Saiyan, but I'm not going to deny that heritage. I won't deny who I am and I'm not going to hate myself for being half Saiyan."
The younger hybrid didn't flinch as Celmaru transformed into Super Saiyan. Rather, he pushed himself further into Celmaru's face. "Worth the Turtle School's time? Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that? You have no place telling me I'm not worth the Turtle School's time. You're not a part of this school and you don't belong here. If you want a fight with me, you wait for your fucking turn. I didn't get murdered, then wait in Heaven to get told by you that I'm not worth the school's time."
Articho didn't back away from Celmaru, still glaring at him from behind his sunglasses. He didn't expect the older hybrid to simply back down, however, and began charging energy as he stood chest to chest with him.
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[SU3] Ki Charge used! Charge: 100%
KP: 0/3
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Post by Toma on Feb 15, 2017 4:25:31 GMT
"No, Articho. I don't expect you to be intimidated. I expect you to respect the my position until such time as I am removed from it, as I would with you." Toma shot back, starting to get rather annoyed now. There was no sense in getting angry or upset -- they had all the time in the world to get this done. If Articho had waited so long for this as he claimed, why was he getting upset over a few more minutes? Though when Celmaru spoke that he wanted to fight Articho in Toma's place, he supposed he should let him.
After all, Celmaru had been Turtle Hermit for a short time.
Toma was still confused about that, actually. But there was no real reason to bring it up rather than maybe get Articho to rethink things. "Go ahead. If you truly want to battle him I will not stop you. However there will be no killing. From either of you." Toma spoke back to Celmaru, fully intending to follow through on his words. While he doubted Celmaru would try anything, he wanted it to be clear that if he did that he'd step in to stop it. Or try, at least.
"Actually, Articho." Toma began, when the hybrid began going off on Celmaru. "Celmaru here was the head of the school for a short time. I'd say he has as much right as any of use to have his opinion of you, as you do of him." While he understood Articho's frustration, he still felt it nessesary to point out that Celmaru had actually been part of the school for a short time.
Though when he felt Articho pooling energy, he began stockpiling his own Ki, just in case.
[Maximum Charge: Charging! 100% --> 200% next turn.]
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 17, 2017 3:32:17 GMT
Given how much patience the hybrid didn't have at the moment; it was convenient that Articho reacted as he did. This may progress along rather swiftly then- 'I guess not.'The hybrid thought to himself, listening to Articho's frequent swearing and blatantly rude speech. Celmaru's brow twitched upon Articho's offer to lick his boots. He wasn't even wearing boots. The opposing hybrid progressed, eventually standing before Celmaru in a defiant fit of bullshit. The suggestion of a "holier than thou" act was blasphemous, albeit not entirely invalidated. It was true that the hybrid was acting rather rude, yet it was certainly enough to set off Articho. The brow above the visible eye softened. This fool really has no idea, does he? The hybrid remained silent, absorbing whatever the hybrid fool claimed. As easy as it could've been to once again ignore the blathering upstart, Toma had some comments before Celmaru gaze off into the distance. Oh, well then. This could backfire rather swiftly, couldn't it? Oh well, perhaps there should be truth to be told here. The hybrid grasped his torn bandages, tearing them away to reveal the entirety of his facial features. |'If you don't mind...'|"...In the dusty ruin that was supposedly your school, I kept in shape whilst you and the rest of the Turtle students left it to rot. Toma speaks the truth; albeit I doubt you'd ever care. I kept the seat settled whilst you were off on Konats, doing whatever the hell you likely felt like, no doubt. Toma came by soon after to keep everything in a more stable order."
The hybrid's fists clenched. "And unfortunately for you, you're not allowed an option anymore. If you really died like you said, then why haven't you told us anything of it? Surely you gloat enough."
"Oh, that's right."Celmaru stood, a vein sprouting atop his left temple as a wiry line of Ki spun and weaved about his body. The Ki began to expand, solidifying. The wire of Ki began to envelop the hybrid, becoming something far more able than a string of life energy. Eruptions of noise emanated from Celmaru, intending to force Articho away as it formed. CLANK!
CLANK!
CLANK CLANK!
CLANK!
TONK!
"Dead men tell no tales."
The clanking wasn't for nought, as Celmaru has concealed himself in what appeared to be another form. Fortunately for Articho, it wasn't; unfortunately for Articho, it could have very well been for all he knew. Never before has it been truly complete...and it was Articho's foolishness that stirred the complete set to face reality. For the hybrid, he wasn't sure about why it took him his long to do this; however as of now he didn't exactly bother to care. In the end, he became determined to give this Turtle Student a rather harsh judgement. A telepathic message dived into Toma's mind. |'Repetitive swearing, rash judgement, brash assumptions, evident lack of self-control, and potential anger issues. All from a bit of simple aggravation. I don't believe he's truly fit to run a generally renowned school, don't you think, Toma?'|The hybrid tugged at synthetic gauntlets, his facial expressions concealed. Behind an armored helm, a sharpened glare pierced through. The hybrid's tone became darker than before, any semblance of patience for Articho now dashed entirely. "You're fighting me. You're not avoiding this." "If you really want to grab your parents to watch that badly, then I recommend you be quick about it. If you take too long I might very well just take the position back from underneath your very nose."
Energy Coating [UT] has reached 100%. Celmaru is completely armored. Celmaru now appears akin to this: prntscr.com/e9r0g3Great-Great-Grandaunt Grizelda would be proud. Ki Suppression has been removed. Celmaru isn't offering anymore. PL is now 4,834,858! Better hurry, Articho Reville !
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 17, 2017 4:58:05 GMT
Articho looked past Celmaru at Toma when the older Saiyan spoke. "What part of what I said to you before was not respectful? I didn't kick in the door and sucker punch you, demanding you fight me," he protested. "Am I not allowed the same respect by fighting you? You're the Turtle Hermit, not him. What pride is there in letting someone else fight your battles for you?"Articho returned his attention to Celmaru, his anger spiking again. Here he went again, acting like he was soooo much better than the younger hybrid because he simply walked right into the position out of the blue. "Don't act like you know what you're talking about. You weren't there on Konats and, come to think of it, you haven't been anywhere for anything, except at the receiving end of Bing and Zucceta's fists," he snarled. "Six months. I was dead for six months after I was murdered on Konats by the over grown weed, Walker. And you know what I did during that time? I trained with a being known as King Kai alongside Pieter Wolfbane and Kaula Flahwur. What did you do? All you did was walk in the front door, call the place yours, and act like your the high and mighty hero in this story. And what exactly did you do during your little stint as the Hermit, huh? As far as I can see, your definition of 'kept in shape' means you sat by yourself, patting yourself on the back for what a good job you did with no students beneath you. You weren't apart of the school before that and, in my opinion, you still aren't. For you to judge me as anything concerning this school or even as a person is worth as much as those bandages heal your busted pride."Articho didn't step back from Celmaru as loud noises and flashes of light came off of the older hybrid. The sunglasses covering his eyes negated the need for him to look away from the blinding light as it faded away to seemed to be a suit of armor. The younger hybrid gave him a once over, before looking at Celmaru over his shades. A cocky grin replaced the harsh frown and gritted teeth as he stared at the older man. The idea of a fight with such a strong opponent was firing him up, yet also cooling his anger and conserving the energy for the fight itself. "Oooh, I bet you feel clever coming up with that one. Did it come with the tin suit or did you come up with it on your own?" The hybrid stepped back from the metal encased man, tightening the gauze wrapped around his fists before pulling the sunglasses from his face and tossing them off to the side. "What makes you think I want to avoid fighting you? I gone up against bigger fish than you a whole bunch of time," Articho said, stretching his arm across his chest. "As for my parents, that offer wasn't exactly for you. It was for if Toma had gone up against me and we moved to not have the dojo destroyed. It was supposed to be a big event, but here you are, wasting everyone's time by acting like how this fight goes actually means anything to me. I'll likely lose to you. That won't stop me from challenging Toma again and again until he fights me himself. If by some miracle I actually beat you, then the same applies. I won't take the position until I fight Toma or he tells me to my face that the position is mind."Articho looked over at Toma for a moment. "You still want us to move away from the dojo or should the fireworks start here? There's probably some wasteland some where we can throw down.----------------------------------------- [SU3] Ki Charge: 200% The final decision comes down to you, Toma. How will events unfold?
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