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Post by Purika on Feb 4, 2017 15:37:33 GMT
Purika was walking down a paved walkway of the Cacumber Capital. He recently left his ship to head off to a imperial station, ready to do a mission. Maybe he could take on a big one today, after all his power level was outstandingly high compared to others. He actually felt confident enough to wear his weighted battle armor during the upcoming mission. It was his normal armor, mostly just a torso piece with no arm guards, just the teal straps. Besides the torso piece, he was wearing side guards, with his tail wrapped around his waist like most other saiyans did. While he was walking, he'd mostly look around at his surroundings while not finding anything particularly interesting. There was a big crowd at this time of the day, heck almost all day it was like this. This was the only hot spot on the planet after all. There was a ruined city about the size of this one, but barely anyone lived there except for some primitive saiyans. While he was thinking and observing, he noticed that he finally made it to one of his local imperial centers. He turned towards it, walking in and heading to a task assignment desk. Purika particularly wanted a big one today, he could get something good out of it.
The saiyaness behind the desk assigned him with the task of cleaning up parts of the Northern Capital. Just what he was looking for, but she assigned him a team to go along with him. Also, she was going to prepare them 3 drop ships. So, he sat in a chair by a wall that was near the desk, waiting on the other participants. He forgot to suppress his power level earlier, which he just noticed. He was wondering why people looked at him so much when he passed by. It was too late to do it now, so he continued on without suppressing it.
Thread PL: 44,896 Weighted PL: 22,448
Rubega
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Post by Rubega on Feb 7, 2017 12:43:15 GMT
Rubega huffed as he trudged along the dirty walkway of the Capitol. His original plan had been to finish his business on Planet Vegeta swiftly and then gain authorisation to leave. Alas, he was forced to carry out some pointless excursion before being signed off to leave the rocky cesspit he called his home world. The young Saiyan's tail flickered behind him as he made a right turn, down one of the hallways of the local Imperial centre. He noticed a few heads turned in one direction, but Rubega chose to ignore them as he had pressing matters to attend to.
Striding up to the desk, Rubega only had one thought on his mind. Finish this sad excuse for a mission, then get the hell out of dodge.
"Take a seat on the right, you'll be assigned a team shortly."
Wait a second, a team? Rubega failed to supress a grimace as he walked over to the seating arrangement. It just showed how far the Saiyan Solar Empire had fallen if they needed a whole team to carry out cleanup exercises. Crossing his arms and sitting down in one of the centre's uncomfortable chairs, the young Saiyan noticed mouths agape all looking in his direction.
Except they weren't looking at him. No, they were looking at the Saiyan next to him. With his scouter being deactivated, Rubega wouldn't know the exact reasoning for the other Saiyan's taken back expressions, nor did he really care. Closing his eyes and resting his head back against the wall, the young Saiyan chose to ignore the idiots in front of him and focus on what really mattered... himself.
Thread PL: 11,894
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Post by Purika on Feb 7, 2017 21:57:45 GMT
Purika would sit with his arm on his leg and his chin on his fist, bored while waiting for the arrival of the rest of the team. The reason behind the team was that there were people needed to gather things of importance out of the buildings before they destroyed them, and drop ships for storage of these said items. As team members would arrive one after the other, they would talk about how high two of the team members power levels were, being absolutely stunned. Assuming Rubega had stood also, they would follow the mission leader to where their drop ships were delivered.The mission leader then spoke. "The mission is to clean a chunk of the Ancient Tuffle Ruins. Before you start destroying things right off, part of the team will be collecting useful items for further use." The mission leader paused, before resuming.
"Then you can have your fun." Purika would smirk, raising his arms and pressing the palm of his hands against his knuckles, cracking them. The group would communicate among themselves, getting in the drop ships. Assuming Rubega had followed again, they would take off, headed towards the Ancient Tuffle Ruins. Approaching quickly over the vast wastelands of Planet Vegeta, they'd land in an already cleared location that had uncleared ruins next to them. Hopping out of the drop ship, Purika would grab a storage box and would head off into the ruins looking for valuable things.
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Post by Rubega on Feb 8, 2017 22:51:56 GMT
Rubega sat there with his eyes still closed as he took a deep breath. He could hear whispers and the Saiyans in question weren't exactly being subtle with what they were talking about. While he knew most Saiyans would have loved to have their ego inflated with the type of awe inspired comments he was receiving right now, Rubega knew better than most. He wasn't powerful. He was a small fish in an even smaller pond on Vegeta. Although it was incredibly frustrating to admit, his eyes had recently been opened into just how large of a power gap there was with the majority of Saiyans and the rest of the universe, himself included.
As more and more Saiyans flooded into the room, Rubega waited patiently until a tall, brute of a man stood before them. His attire was that of the average SSE warrior and his thick, black hair was long, stretching down the man's back. Apparently the man had never heard of grooming before. With a long sigh, Rubega slowly stood up and followed the group as they were escorted to the drop ships, taking his sweet time until he was ushered into a drop ship next to another man who he vaguely remembered as the man who was being gawked at when he first entered the Imperial centre.
As they travelled across the wasteland of Vegeta, the young Saiyan warrior tuned out for most of the conversation. He had no interest in talking about fighting or food, he wanted to just get out there, do what he had to do and sign the waver so that he could leave. It was only when the squad leader mentioned potentially useful items and artifacts that Rubega's ears suddenly perked up.
Rolling his eyes at the Saiyans who were beginning to get excited at the prospect of destroying ruins, Rubega found himself interested in these items of interest that the squad leader wanted them to recover. As the drop ship hovered over a desert area on the outskirts of the Capitol, Rubega squinted as he spotted Tuffle ruins in the distance. As the ship prepared to land, Rubega once again took his time in retrieving a storage container as the other Saiyans raced out. Being the last one to leave the drop ship, the young Saiyan spotted the man from before and on a whim, Rubega decided to follow him as he headed towards the ruins, secretly hoping that he found something worth of interest that would make the trip worthwhile to him.
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Post by Purika on Feb 9, 2017 23:09:42 GMT
Purika walked through the ruins, placing the box on his back and strapping it there. Shuffling his feet through the fallen rubble on the streets, he would come upon what was apparently an old tuffle home. A pad was on the door, apparently for locking and unlocking the homes. It was deactivated, meaning that the door was locked also. That wasn't going to stop Purika. Raising his foot, he would swing it forward and launch it into the door, effectively sending the door flying to the other side of the room. Walking in, Purika would look around for anything of value. He'd find a few precious gems and metals laying around the house, tossing them into the box strapped to his box. Also some tuffle weaponry lying around, most likely to prepare for the invasion. He would grab it and inspect it, before testing it out. Of course it didn't work, it was possibly thousands of years old.
Feeling it could be useful for individuals who couldn't use ki, he'd toss it in the box also. He would scan the rest of the house, finding nothing else useful in the process. Raising his hand, he would form an orb of ki from the palm of his hand. He would let it float, exiting the house. After he gained a bit of distance away from it, he would form a square shield of ki around the house, and would detonate the ki ball inside. It would destroy everything within the square shield of ki, only leaving a flat plot of land in its place. He got bored of just checking around houses eventually, stumbling upon a tuffle military base. Pretty interesting. He would call the rest of his squad over his scouter, reporting this. "Hey guys, come check this out."
The squad would fly over, and assuming that Rubega had made it too, he would tell the obvious. "I bet we could find something very useful in here." The mission leader would nod. "Let's check it out." They would pour into the base, looking around inside.
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Post by Rubega on Feb 12, 2017 23:37:07 GMT
The young Saiyan warrior lagged behind as he followed the group of Saiyans as they headed towards the ruins. As they entered the long forgotten Tuffle city, naturally the group began to split off into groups or even in some cases individuals as they searched for anything that would be of value to the Saiyan Empire.
He saw multiple men filter into abandoned houses in the hopes of striking a fortune but Rubega had other ideas. It was easy to tell which of the Saiyans were general meatheads as they crashed into small houses in a district. If his calculations were accurate based on the architecture of the area they were in, this was one of the more deprived districts of the Tuffle economy.
Deciding that this particular area was of no good to him, Rubega continued his stroll along the ruins leisurely. It was only when the Saiyan from earlier sent out a broadcast through their scouters that Rubega would take to the sky and follow the coordinates that had come from Purika's scouter. By the time he got there, around five or six Saiyans were stood in front of a large metal gate. Landing on his feet, Rubega's tail would instinctively wrap around his waist as he watched both Purika and the squad leader from earlier exchange some words.
As the gates opened and they all flooded into the base, the last thing the young Saiyan would have expected was for an alarm to get triggered and for sirens to blaze out inside the building. Stood among the chaos as their squad leader fired off a ki blast at the siren silencing the area for now, Rubega found himself feeling slightly giddy at the prospect of something interesting happening.
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Post by Purika on Feb 13, 2017 0:16:54 GMT
Purika sprinted around the corridors of the military base, with a grin on his face. He was looking for the important rooms, the one where he could find useful things. Things like gems, money, weapons, and technology. As he was running, he was quickly disrupted by the sudden ringing of an alarm. A annoying and irritating sound rang throughout the area, with red lights swirling through the halls. "I can't believe these alarms still work, after all this time." Purika sighed, until someone finally shut the alarm off. Purika's ears still rang from the alarm, but the ringing soon faded. The lights were still swirling around though, which was a problem. Purika would raise his arm, and point it towards the bright alarm. He quickly fired a crimson sphere of red ki, hurdling towards the flashing alarm.
The impact of the sphere of ki on the light caused it to explode, causing a small fire which soon dissipated due to no imminent source. This sent parts of the light flying out through the local area, like a shrapnel bomb. He was the only one on this corridor, as he was looking for the important rooms. Purika would summon a barrier of ki, with the glass hitting it, only to be stopped by his barrier, soon falling to the floor. Now, he lowered his ki barrier and continued his sprint. As he sprinted, he scanned the tops of doors for anything important rooms. Finally, he came upon one. An armory. This was a great find. Purika would start with the weapons, and would move on to the technology later. He could trade these in for the auxiliary corps to use.
Now, for the delicate and pricey scouters. Maybe he could keep this to himself, but whatever. So, he threw the scouters in with it. The crate got full, so he went ahead and capsuled it. He had 2 more capsules left. So, he proceeded out of the room. His scouter suddenly beeped, nearby signatures. The squad was on the other hallway, so who was this? They were running to the rooms. Maybe they were scavengers who heard them coming? Purika was going to call this in on his scouter. "Heads up guys, we're not alone." Purika's grin would return, as he would prepare himself for a possible fight, as the signatures drew ever closer. They were pretty strong too, maybe a group of rogues. He had an encounter with some on a previous visit to this area.
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Post by Vennel on Feb 16, 2017 0:12:41 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 34’614/138'455 | Weights in use] [Power Suppressed: 1]
Deep in the ruins, surrounded by empty bottles, lay a figure cloaked in a dingy, dirt ridden shroud. It lay still, until a sudden blaring of klaxons forced it to stir. As it sat up, it grumbled at the inconvenience of being woken earlier than they’d have preferred. But a sudden stop to the klaxons were what interested them most. Raising a hand up to scratch their head, the hood of the cloak fell back to reveal a beleaguered, yet feminine visage. Her eyes squinted against the pinkish hues of light pouring in from the cracks and holes in the walls of the room she resided in as she tried to make out her surroundings from her blurred vision. It had seemed she’d not slept her hang over off well enough as she stumbled trying to stand, knocking a few bottles over that were on the ground near where she slept. Even in her current state, however, she knew that the alarm klaxons went off in very few places within the ruins, and they usually only did when a wild beast stumbled into the ruins. Though they were usually scared off by the sudden noise and left well enough alone. But they never ended so soon. Usually they either went on until the last of the power that they had was depleted, or it fell to her to disable them. So with the sudden stop, this meant something else, something new was responsible for the anomaly. Her thoughts began to race suddenly, as now new possibilities swirled about her head. But her face showed only mild panic. She hoped that her power level was low enough to not draw the attention of whatever was trespassing, and immediately began fumbling for her scouter and fitting it over her ear. After a brief priming sequence, it came to life and showed several above fauna level power levels. “So, they finally found me…”Her thoughts immediately sobered her mind as much as thoughts alone could when one feels their life is in danger. There were at least a dozen power levels of middling level Saiyan warriors, but two of them were in the five-digit range, which told her these were likely not just scavengers, but they worked for the empire. She drew her hood up, and moved down the hall way that connected to her “chambers,” and immediately began to sidle up along the side of the wall, making her way closer to the power levels. To better disguise her approach, she needed to distract them. Her thoughts, addled by her current state, came up with the best plan they could. She created ki orbs, weak in power, but still noticeable to anyone who could detect energy. She would leave them suspended in air, as decoys. They would slowly grow weaker over time and evaporate, but if touched, could produce destructive effects quite easily. Altogether, she had left approximately 4 “ki mines,” as she coined them, and continued to make her way towards the power signatures. With any luck, even if the ki mines were not touched, they would at least appear as significant power signatures on any scouters that were scanning the area for ki signals. She’d scared off trespassers before, playing into the fears and superstitions that surrounded these ruins, and she intended to do the same. After all, there was a reason these ruins still stood, even in the expansionistic renaissance the Solar Empire found itself in these past years. Rounding one final corner, she seemed to be in the room the alarm had been destroyed in, where she found a number of Saiyans present, though a small one, the two most powerful were present here. She’d stand in the door way, the sounds of foot falls approaching from behind her, indicating more were coming. Gazing at them from behind her hood, and the shadow it cast, she narrowed her eyes as her chapped and blistered lips parted like cracking mud on a summer day. “Who dares to disturb the ruins of the tuffles? Leave now or meet your fate at the hands of the witch of the wastes!”Her voice was hoarse, and rough from days of drinking almost nothing but alcohol, and enough water to keep her body from completely shutting down on her. Her threats might seem like they were just that, threats, but she was as ready for a fight if necessary as possible. She did not raise her power unless a show of force proved necessary, but she had hoped such a thing would not come to be needed. Now the ball was in their court. How would they respond to this figure that had appeared before them.
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Post by Rubega on Feb 17, 2017 0:39:17 GMT
The exasperating sound soon died down, signalling the end of the alarm. Most likely destroyed by another Saiyan, Rubega thought. The young Saiyan watched as his fellow soldiers' heads swivelled around, as if searching for where the noise originated from. Rolling his eyes at their ignorance, he moved cautiously further into the room. Something had been bugging him since the alarm was first triggered. These ruins were thousands of years old and although the Tuffles had somewhat of a reputation for being a technologically advanced race, Rubega found it hard to believe that their security systems would still be operational... especially considering the ruins had supposedly been abandoned for decades.
It was only when his scouter started flashing that his suspicions were proven correct. Four fairly weak signatures were dotted around the ruins nearby, with a few more closing in not too far away. A slither of a smile appeared as Rubega straightened himself out, perhaps this mission would bear fruit after all. He watched as some of the other members in his squad checked their own scouters for the signatures as well, with even one or two dashing off in order to engage in them. Rubega had other ideas though, if somebody had gone through all the trouble to rig the place with a new security system, he wanted to know why.
Turning away from the alarm that he was investigating with the intent to leave the room and go exploring, the young Saiyan was quickly stopped dead in his tracks as a figure appeared in the doorway. Instinctively taking a small step backwards, Rubega quickly righted himself and steeled his glance as the cloaked figure addressed them. Two red eyes pierced through the darkness as the figure spoke, it's gravelly voice making it hard for him to determine much about the figure's true identity.
It was only when the figure finished speaking that a small chuckle escaped his dry lips. It was so quiet he thought he might have gotten away with it, if not for the multiple Saiyan heads that pivoted around to stare at him as if he'd gone mad. He hadn't meant to laugh, truly. However, he couldn't help himself when the figure sprouted out something so ridiculous as 'the witch of the wastes'. Though judging by the dumbfounded stares that were being directed towards him, maybe the figure presented in front of him wasn't as ridiculous as it's name suggested.
Coughing slightly into his fist in an almost apologetic manner, Rubega flashed one of his signature disarming smiles as he introduced himself... "Greetings witch of the wastes! Sorry to disturb your slumber or whatever, we're just some local merchants who're looking for some vintage Tuffle ware. Any chance you could help us?"
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Post by Purika on Feb 17, 2017 23:00:22 GMT
Purika walked over to where the rest of the crowd were located, his scouter still scanning the 4 signatures in the background. They were fairly strong, but not that strong. More would pop up, getting closer. Purika started to get curious. "I wonder if someone's planning to ambush us..." Purika wouldn't be too worried, though, as he was way stronger than the average saiyan or beast. Then, he stared at the doorway as a hooded figure quickly appeared. His scouter wasn't getting a reading on this person, meaning they had to be fairly weak or suppressing his power level, because his scouter was only set to detect beings with higher power levels.
He'd scratch his head as he listened to a feminine voice, speaking out about the group disturbing her, quickly telling them to leave. Purika would call out. "What's a witch?" He wasn't joking. Honestly, he didn't know of a lot of Earth terms. Purika listened as a chuckle escaped one of the Saiyans mouths. While his scouter was still on, he realized something. This saiyan was really strong, having a power level of 18,756. This caused Purika to remember how weak he was two or three months ago. In his weighted state, Purika was only a few thousand stronger than him.
But, he had to focus on other things. The witch. He continued to listen as the other saiyan spoke to her, smiling as he told her a lie. Purika would shuffle his way through the group, before standing beside him. He would whisper to him. "You don't have to lie to her, it's pretty obvious who we're with." Now was the time to address something the witch said earlier. For them to leave or meet their fate. "I don't think any of us are going to agree to leave, as I sure as hell don't want to." Purika would pause as a smirk appeared across his face. "Especially by a weaker presence." He proceeded to fold his arms in confidence.
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Post by Vennel on Feb 18, 2017 4:11:10 GMT
Eyeing the two who were most powerful, they seemed to be in charge. The first, the weaker of the two, wove a tale about merchants and scavenging. Pure silliness. Anything of real value was already looted hundreds of years ago. She remembered scavenging the place before, when she met Jarvis, the android of Tuffle design. He showed her how powerful artificial beings could be, but when night fell, nothing could save the poor machine. She made him her servant since she couldn’t eat it. But it was after that, when she approached the ministers that once ruled Vegeta, and she killed them all. But now she had new information, the second, more powerful spoke and mentioned that the first had lied, but seemed to insinuate they’d fight before they fled. She grinned, perhaps the Saiyan way of life lived on. That was good, but it was too little too late if this was the best showing the Empire had in it’s weakened form. Her grin calmed itself, her face stoic once more as she lifted her hand to reveal her index and middle finger spread up in the universal hand signal for two. “ If it is a fight you want, then a fight you will get. Two percent. That is how much of my power I will need for this. Just remember… you asked for this.” She had learned one thing since her time on the throne, how to control her ki effectively. If hiding taught her anything, it was definitely how to make sure a scouter wouldn’t notice her hunting for food. And she would display that now. After she spoke, two of the Saiyans in the room, the ones accompanying the two she spoke with, collapsed, her body moving faster than the naked eye could see as she struck them down, not dead, merely incapacitated. [Power Spike To: 33'229, Then Immediately Suppressed Again] Were she the same person she was years ago, she would have been the end of them, though perhaps she’d grown soft- or complacent. Either way, they lay motionless on the ground now, her power surging for a split second to precisely two percent of her maximum power. It rested just shy of her standing power with her weighted gear on, so it was sufficient to deal with those around her. But now that her power was back at it’s full suppression, she gazed at the two. If they could not sense energy, or their scouters weren’t consistently reading any fluctuation from her, they would have missed her actions entirely, though anyone with half a brain would be able to tell she had something to do with the event. “ This is your last warning, I’d prefer not to kill you. If you do not turn back, you will see why you weren’t the first team sent to these ruins, and why you won’t be the last.”Her eyes betrayed a level of malice reserved for a hunter, though her gaunt figure was far from intimidating on it’s own. Still, a grim aura draped the woman as she waited to see how the two would react to her bold claims and actions. Truth be told, she wished they would fight, then she may actually kill them and feel that rush of a kill once again. But she hadn’t killed, or truly fought in years. Most were terrified of tuffle ghost stories, and the fact she took on their role. A trick she learned from a certain trickster she’d met long ago. [ Rubega ]
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Post by Rubega on Feb 20, 2017 0:44:55 GMT
Of course Rubega wasn't naive enough to think that he could get away with playing a travelling merchant without suspicion. His claim was more of a test if you will, to see how this 'witch' would react. After all, he suspected he wasn't the only one aiming to deceive. As his scouter zeroed in on the figure in front of him relaying a power level of just one, he suspected that her deception was running just a bit deeper than his own. It was when the strongest Saiyan of their group spoke that Rubega found himself rolling his eyes again. Sometimes he really did hate the simplicity of his race. Sure their entire reputation as a race had been built on their natural fighting prowess, however it bewildered him how dense some of his people were. How quick some of them were to dive straight into their deaths. The Saiyan next to him was lucky he was fairly strong, as Rubega found it surprising he wasn't dead already with that type of attitude. Perhaps he was cut from a different cloth though... Tilting his head to reply to what the young Saiyan considered to be his most valuable asset in this situation, "Don't you think that her power level is a bit-" his thought process completely falling short as his scouter spiked momentarily. The bodies all fell at once, leaving only himself, Purika and the mysterious woman in front of them standing. Focusing back on the figure in front of him, Rubega quickly checked his scouter again to see if he was mistaken. It's still only one, he thought. His eyes narrowed in on her, a shiver tingling down his spine. His instincts screamed at him to run, but he couldn't. It was almost as though he was frozen in place. Not necessarily through fear, but excitement. As much as he whined about their culture, he was still a Saiyan after all and he loved to fight. You could say it was in his blood... his pride would never allow him to turn his tail and flee. "Interesting proposal... here's a counter offer though. How about you leave? I've grown quite fond of this place you see, lots of potential." He was fairly certain that she was stronger than both of them, judging by the way she dismantled the rest of their squad in mere seconds. Without seeing her true power however, the only game plan he could think up on the spot was to goad her into hopefully attacking without thought. Goad her into becoming predictable. Perhaps if they could survive long enough, he might be able to gauge both her strengths and weaknesses while forming an effective strategy to take her down... [ Purika]
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Post by Purika on Feb 22, 2017 0:35:29 GMT
Purika continued to listen with his arms in their original crossed position, listening to the 'witch' speaking about fighting. "All right then." Purika would grin, he knew this 'witch' was already suppressing her power level, she would most likely not be able to survive out here if she was actually that weak. There were quite a few strong beasts and animals that liked to linger around here, and buildings were known to collapse due to some of their quarrels. He listened to Rubega speak before he quickly paused. Purika watched as the witch quickly disappeared.
Purika's scouter quickly detected a high power level signature as the group fell, excluding Purika and Rubega. Purika certainly knew who this was coming from. This signature was coming from the witch, he had no doubts about it. It would read a 33,229 before going back to such a low level that he could not scan it. Purika was surprised at the most. His grin remained. Purika listened and watched the witch, still surprised as before, as she said she was giving them their last warning. Purika's grin removed itself from Purika's face, him going back to his normal expression.
"I'm still not leaving. I'm not scared of you." Purika wasn't frightened the slightest bit by the strength of this saiyan, the signature that popped up on the scouter was weaker than his own power level without weights. Purika listened to Rubega speak, not wanting to comment on anything. While Rubega spoke, he turned his head to the fallen saiyans. He glared at their unconscious bodies, before turning his head back to the witch. His eyes locked on her while raising his arm up from its folded position to press the communications button on his scouter.
He located the correct channel, selecting it before speaking. "We're going to need some assistance here. A few people have been knocked unconscious by someone labeling themselves as a 'witch'. Could anyone assist with recovering them?" Purika would listen for a moment before a feminine voice spoke out. "Assistance on the way to your location." Purika would exit the communications channel, setting his scouter back to its previous state, lowering his arm back into it's folded position. Purika was truly not scared of ghosts or any of that shit.
Purika would chuckle under his breath remembering what Rubega stated, finding it humorous.
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Post by Vennel on Feb 22, 2017 1:32:46 GMT
Eyes darting back and forth, that’s what could be seen from beneath the cowl of the self proclaimed witch. She was sizing the two up, as they both seemed very much intent on persisting and creating trouble for her. The idea of a fight had crossed her mind, and she hadn’t gotten up in the mood for one. She only wanted to scare off some scavengers. Instead, one was refusing outright to back down, while the other seemed to radio back for help over his scouter. Vennel probably could have stopped him, if she wanted to. But the warrior-turned-witch had instead realized if she’d reacted, nothing would have changed. Eventually headquarters would send in backup and her cover would be blown either way. In a single fluid motion, she would pull the weights from her boots, and the ones wrapped on the interior of her armor, and set them aside behind her. Her power rose back to where it had when she flared it in front of them [33’229]. She would continue with her power as it was, until proven she needed to raise it beyond the paltry two percent. “ Very well, you two asked for it. Just remember, you’ve only yourselves to blame.” The saiyan shaped blur, that was Vennel, darted forward towards Purika, the one who’d decided to call for backup rather than prepare himself for the ensuing melee that was sure to occur now. He’d even had the audacity to reminisce over something that brought a chuckle to his lips. But Vennel was far from going to merely let them do as he pleased. When she was upon him, she dropped low into a defensive stance, while extending her right arm up towards his gut, ki having formed in her hand before discharging up towards what would have been his chest, if he were still there to take the hit, that is. ( [N1] "Attack names are dumb" used.) But she didn’t stop there with just the one attack, as the female saiyan turned to face the other intruder, and darted toward him as quickly as she could, in an attempt to swing her leg through his, and send him falling, if he fell for it that was. Either way, she was outnumbered, and likely wouldn’t win the fight, with the reinforcements from the empire on the way. Not without blowing her cover, and staying under the radar was far more important to her than winning an inconsequential fight. But either way, she’d likely have to flee the planet at this point, afterwards. Though, that wasn’t to say she wasn’t going to make these two work for every inch of ground they’d taken from her. ———————————————————- KP at start of turn: 3/3 Condition: 100% Active Power Level:33’229 (Suppressed) Weights removed. [N1] Attack names are dumb used at 33% Target: Purika Damage: 10'966
KP at end of turn: 2/3
[Rubega ]
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Post by Rubega on Feb 24, 2017 14:24:20 GMT
Rubega's eyes were glued to the mysterious woman as she stood still. There was a brief moment of eerie silence, both parties still, almost gauging each other as to what to do next. Although he was still focused on the figure in front of him, he did hear Purika next to him call for backup on the communications channel. Maybe the other Saiyan warrior was more intelligent than he originally gave him credit for. What happened next was almost a blur. The figure in front of him shredded pieces of clothing and judging by the large clunking sound they made once they hit the floor, Rubega gathered that they were heavily weighted. Suddenly his scouter spiked, the woman's power level spiking dramatically from '1' all the way up to 33'229. It was astounding... He watched almost in shock at how quick she was, darting forward towards his fellow Saiyan. He didn't even get a chance to react or intercept as in a split second he felt his legs being taken from underneath him as his attacker swooped in on him. Manoeuvring his body in mid air, he was able to easily place his hands on the ground in order to right himself, hand-springing back onto his feet a few metres away from her. Not being one to waste an opportunity, Rubega dashed forward extending his elbow in an attempt to smash it into the self-proclaimed witch's face. If his elbow were to connect, Rubega would then bounce back a couple of steps in order to regain some distance between them. He had an odd feeling that he didn't want to particularly engage in close quarters combat with her. ---------- KP: 3/3 Current PL: 11,894
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