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Post by Chili Pepper on Feb 14, 2017 20:43:21 GMT
The BBA and the GP have some Tea
[495,408 PL + Heavy Weights = Thread PL 123,879] Chili stood at the large door of the grand King’s Castle with his heart in his throat feeling absolutely nervous. With him was the fugitive Jihana now wearing a lovely set of cuffs that took in her ki, if any surge of power was felt the cuffs would give her a mighty shock with her own power and only Chili had the key to get them off. The latest apprehended villain by the Galactic Patrol and the first for Chili himself, her purpose was a sort of bargaining chip for this initial official diplomatic mission between the Blue Banner Army and the Galactic Patrol. A summit between Vi-Poi the Premiere of Earth and Chili, who currently was left in charge by Beryl Roarke. Originally he had planned on choosing Big Train to handle the situation while he was indisposed but Train himself had vanished off the face of the earth and at the moment couldn’t be located. This worried Chili having had saved that particular Galactic Patrolman already but that was something to investigate once this was settled. A sigh escaped the dog’s mouth as he recollected his arrival on Beryl’s ship only to find it empty. Jihana was still knocked out cold from Chili’s devastating attack so she was swiftly deposited into a cell, charged with the murder of Gekido. Not so surprisingly she was within the GP’s systems as a wanted criminal, even escaping from her imprisonment. Pride welled up within the pup as he felt he had accomplished something rather great. Using the computer systems within the fancy spacecraft Chili had been able to contact Beryl, who once again was off somewhere in the stars. “ Beryl! Beryl I caught-” Chili would go on to explain the whole situation which seemed to even surprise the chief. It was in that conversation Beryl handed over immediate command to Chili, instructing him to check in for confirmation every now and again. With new found authority Chili felt even more responsibility fall on his shoulders, his father’s shadow looming overhead. He promised to do his very best not only to himself but to honor the uniform and to honor his dad. His eyes looked over at Jihana finding her eye under that mask “ You ready?” A brown paw reached up the large door and pressed the doorbell, a distorted video game tune echoing into the building to notify the arrival of visitors. Adjusting his cap to make sure it was tightly on his head, and his badge pinned to his chest Chili suddenly raised his power sixfold, if not to be more impressive for his first meeting as the stand in Chief but to look more like a teenager then he usually did… as to why that was well…. Anyway Chili only hoped this went well and he could reach a working relationship with the Android Emperor. Jihana Vi-Poi |
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Post by Jihana on Feb 14, 2017 22:52:01 GMT
[Thread PL: 47,055] [Heavy Weights ACTIVE] [Current PL: 11,763] If there was one thing that she was grateful for, was that she was both alive and wearing her mask.
The last thing Jihana could remember before being pulled into custody by the mini dog boy that was currently roided out at the moment, was the fact that she murdered someone, and she was slammed into oblivion by a Dog-Chainsaw-Axe thing. She couldn't remember who she murdered, as she never remembered those who she was definite about never seeing again. Then again, he must have been quite the moron if she couldn't even remember a lick about him. Eh, must not have been truly important. What was important was the now and then, in which she was being lead around by a dog to a large castle-like building.
She let out a little whistle from her mouth behind her mask, saying with such gusto, "Well, looks like someone must be overcompensating if they have to live in a place like this." A sneer coming from her as she knew for a fact that nobody in their right mind would live in a castle because of their vast size. All Jihana would need in any kind of shelter is a single room, as she can do whatever she wanted in just that one room.
Tempted to leave, the weighted cuffs that the Dog boy put on her while she was unconscious lowered her own power, and she had tried many times to try and force them off. Each and every time stunning her body with excessive amount of electricity, leaving the Heran to become a convulsing mess on the ground, helpless to the power of technology. Going from one pair of irremovable cuffs that she spent forever to get rid of, just to be latched on with yet another pair of cuffs. Utter bullshit!
Hearing the words of the young dog in front of her, she could only roll her eyes, only one eye being visible as she boldly said, "Oooh, I'm soooo ready. So ready to be thrown into this castle, probably to be thrown into the dungeon and to never be seen again... What do you expect me to say? I'm the loser in our fight, and thus you get to do with me what you please. But if I even get these cuffs off, I swear I'll fight you fair and square, without you pulling a cheap shot like you did when you captured me."
She was still rather upset that she was taken down by only a single attack. She could have easily been able to hold her own in a fair situation, but she wasted all her energy killing whomever it was she killed. All she wanted was to get a good, fair fight to make herself stronger. Strong enough to kill those she wanted to kill above all else........... |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 15, 2017 1:50:31 GMT
(Thread PL: 11,281,841)
“And then…” Fry Saltega leaned forward, dark eyes enlarging even more behind his pop bottle glasses. “The Great Ape arrives with a mighty roar!” He jammed down the red key on the Campaigns and Colossi gameboard and a cheap electric noise screeched out from the plastic speaker slot. The fuzzy pink image of an apelike humanoid appeared above the board, battering its chest, mouth open wide.
“Wait a minute!” Pepp complained, putting his hands over his head. “Great Apes can only appear during Moonlight phases.” His Level Four Arcosian Soldier was no match for the boss, and was right in wrecking range.
Fry steepled his fingers together, his expression one of sagelike patience. “I told you I was going to mod the campaign and make it more realistic.” He nudged his head towards the rulebook, which now was littered with different colored tabs and clipped with thickets of loose-leaf. “The Saiyans stationed in the Moonless Nebula can use Power Balls, which instantly make Blutz Waves.”
Lubles licked some potato chip crumbs from his fingers, his antenna flopping over his round face. His attention was slowly returning to the game now that the bag was empty. “Blutz? Like the Blutz-Bans? My dad says that’s all applesauce. He says the government installed microscopic cameras into each one, so they can spy on the Saiyan immigrants.”
“That’s not true!” Fry complained. “Blutz Waves are real, and the glasses work.”
Now it was Lubles’ turn to look smug. “Nah,” He said, slurping at the salt on his gummy pink palm now. “He teaches science. Pretty sure he’d know.”
Sixth grade science, Fry almost grumbled.
Before he could move on with the campaign, a special guest alert at King Castle scrawled across Fry’s vision. Special guests were the sort that could blow the doors open if they wanted to. He blinked, his mood shifting from moody teenage campaign-master to moody teenage Premier.
He was Vi-Poi again.
“I gotta go, guys,” He said, abruptly standing and throwing his Survive Planet Namek hoody on.
“Aww, c’mon Fry. We’ll let you use the Butt Waves,” Teeshee said, barely glancing up from her Baotendo Mini.
“No it’s not that,” He promised, holding up his new Z-Phone to show the time. “Almost forgot my piano lesson, and my parents will be pissed if I miss it.”
Piano lessons were his latest afterschool excuse to his new gang of friends from Orange Star High.
“You better play something for us, one day!” Pepp called as he went out the door.
He was already in the air and a thousand miles away, hurtling towards Central Capitol and King Castle. An electric pulse changed his hair from black to blue, the dye nanites puffing away into the sky, and he vaporized the black contacts hiding his azure eyes with a small jolt of energy. When he slowly landed behind the two arrivals, his cooling chi filling the air with a wob-wob-wob, he was almost himself. Besides the googly square-rimmed glasses. He’d forgotten they were on his face.
Vi-Poi ahem’ed, announcing is presence. “I guess this isn't a Heart Day singing telegram?” He asked wrly, his magnified eyes shifted from dog Zoanthrope to Heran. He’d have totally mistaken the Zoanthrope for a doorman at B.A.O. Shortz if it weren’t for the badge glimmering on the breast of the snazzy red uniform. The Heran was much less crisply-dressed, though the handcuffs she sported looked expensive. The great doors of King Castle swung open before them on silent command. “I’m getting lots of visits from strange police,” He said, his tone flat. “We’ll talk in my office.”
Without further word, he lead them there, having a seat atop his desk as he waited for explanation.
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Post by Chili Pepper on Feb 21, 2017 7:53:29 GMT
Chili smirked and shot Jihana a look from the side “I’d put you down all over again, whatever comes of this you deserve it…” he looked away and sighed as he stared at the bottom of the door waiting for it to open. “You’re a murderer… that’s nothing to be proud of.” It was then Vi-Poi snuck up behind the both of them, his sudden greeting making Chili jump. His ears swung through the air as he turned to look at the Premier, the second time they had met. Strange was however that Chili couldn’t even sense Vi, it was like he wasn’t even there.
The nerves reared up again as a frog became lodged in the dog’s throat and his face even grew slightly hot. He had assured his commanders he would be able to handle this mission but doubt was festering. Luckily President Poi didn’t seem to be in a chatty mood so before Chili could catch the chance to speak they were ushered inside and eventually into his office. The perks of being the leader of the planet were evident in the grand size of the room. Though it was outfitted with furniture the president choose to sit on his desk instead.
The pup however picked one of the plush guest chairs, his feet not even touching the floor and swinging in the air as he sunk down slightly. He cleared his throat and puffed up his chest. “Mr. Vi- Mr. Presiden-” Chili was unable to find the words and his chest deflated “P-President Vi-Poi… My name is Chili Pepper, acting commander of.. Well of the Galactic Patrol that is uhm… We’re here to help you keep your people safe.” Chili laced his fingers together and looked up at the premier his eyes peering out from the shade of his cap “I was asked to come here to discuss your choice on stopping us from helping you.” Looking over to Jihana and then back at Vi “It wasn’t going to be me originally, but… We’ve actually met before at your Birthday Party. I was there on behalf of my mother at the time.” The pup hoped he could perhaps find a level of familiarity to cut the tension in the room.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 24, 2017 4:13:10 GMT
(Been 48 so skipping Jihana )
Vi-Poi floated into his King’s Chair as he listened to Chili speak. A small frown grew on his face as he went on, and magnified blue eyes glowered from behind their lenses. He bridged his fingers and folded his legs, leaning back into the padded red velvet. “Allow me to explain,” He said slowly. “I’ve spent years protecting this planet and its people. I’ve bled for it. I consider Earth my responsibility. And when a crime is committed, everyone knows where the law being broken came from. It came from this Castle, or from the Legislature.”
He gestured with a hand towards Chili’s badge.
“You, on the other hand, mister space police. You are different. Who writes your laws? Who is your leader? Where are they? I’ve never met them. Police enforce the law. Laws are made by governments. I’ve never heard of a Space Senator or a President of the Galaxy, and if someone out there claims governance over the Earth, they are sadly mistaken. This planet belongs to the people who live on it, and no one else. The laws that guide our society are made on Earth, and defended by the same people they apply to. I will not accept some external group claiming powers over this world. I will not allow a band of unaccountable vigilantes with badges to run amok.” He pressed an index finger onto the desk for emphasis, leaning forward intently. “What are your laws and who makes them? Who are your criminals? Where does your authority and credibility come from? Until you can answer me these questions, you’re not any better than a bunch of space pirates trying to shake down planets.” His lips thinned into a line. “Your people came onto my world without meeting me or anyone from my government, without following any rules or asking any permissions, and began to ransack the place like it was your very own playground. What’d you arrest this one for, jaywalking?” He nodded to Jihana, his anger growing at the general presumptuousness of the Galactic Patrol. “You’re lucky it was just an operational ban and not an outright exile,” He scowled.
Chili Pepper
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Post by Jihana on Feb 26, 2017 3:23:49 GMT
(Apologies, I've been suffering Wi-Fi issues and a lot of college) As they waited for the doors to open, Jihana stood next to Chili, her memory fading back in just a little to remember why she was here. She had murdered an idiot, some moron she can't remember the name of, who kept dogging her to fight over and over and over. She wanted nothing to do with him, and yet he persisted. And after being insulted to the highest degree, she served severe punishment to him. Her memory resurfacing as much as it would have, she grunted down to the small dog below, "Yeah, murder isn't something to be proud of. Living is, and I'm still alive, and I'll be damned if I can't be proud of that! I guarantee you that if I hadn't punched his head clean off of his body, then I'd be the faceless corpse, and he'd be here in my spot right now. He wanted to fight me to the absolute death, that much was certain, ever since I 'wounded his false pride.' Bah, you'd never understand, being hunted down by someone who wished for your death."
Though, the large woman remained silent once the doors finally opened, revealing a rather odd looking blue haired person there. For a second Jihana thought this was a woman, but one glance at the frame of this person told her that this was a man. And this was the guy that the dog was taking him to? Like, this guy, right here with the goofiest attire of all time, and this dog was taking her to him. Following dutifully behind the dog and this blue haired geek into an office, Jihana rose an eyebrow at the small dog's words. This world's... President. "You've got to be..." Cutting herself short as this dog was the dumbest thing alive. You don't take a criminal to this world's god damn leader! You take a criminal to friggin' jail! Jihana practically smiled behind her own mask as the young dog was completely chewed out by this world leader who was not in the mood for any of this shit in the slightest. Like, despite Jihana unable to see how strong this person was due to not being able to turn on her mask through her handcuffs, and despite the small frame this blue haired boy had, he had one hell of a strong presence. She half expected Chili to quite literally feel like something dropped in his throat due to the amount of tension lingering in the air. Though, it was soon her turn to be addressed, as Vi-Poi assumed what she was here for. Having a faint idea of how to get out of this, she decided to give her side of the story before the puppy had a chance to soil the idea.
"Arrested for murder, self defense to be precise. This moron kept bugging me over and over to fight him, for the past month or so. Quite literally attacking me on multiple occasions, on sight no less! And after insulting me for the final time, I agreed to this fight of his, where he nearly killed me... Hole through my chest and everything. Punched his fuckin' head off I fuckin' did."She said all of this so matter of factually, obviously unaffected by the fact that there was a loss of life. Well, it wasn't her blood spilled, and she benefited the world by ridding it of one less moron. Vi-Poi (sorry for the holdup) Chili Pepper |
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Post by Chili Pepper on Feb 26, 2017 7:19:33 GMT
Chili felt his stomach flip over on itself making him queasy as Vi-Poi ripped into him, lobbing loaded questions at the pup. His teeth biting into his bottom lip while his paws found themselves digging into the chair’s arms. Opening his mouth to speak Chili was interrupted by Jihana who had found the opportunity to explain herself in the moment. He shot her a glare from under his cap and lowered his head, reaching up to remove the very same cap and holding it to his chest. Deep Breath. Chili looked up at Vi with fire in his dark eyes “ JUSTICE!” he shouted before jumping to his feet and standing in his seat. “ Justice is who we answer, justice is who makes our laws! I don’t mean Earth justice, I don’t mean space justice, I mean justice!” His fingers dug into the red cap kneading it just a little. “ We have a Galactic King, you have a Galactic King, but that same king isn’t justice. He isn’t even above it and sir...” Chili frowned “ Neither are you...” A sigh escaped his lips “ That being said Mr. President...” Chili rested his cap back on his head. “ I respect you, my father would have too, he protected this planet before you did and he held respect for the Galactic Patrol.” Looking at Jihana and then back to the premier he continued “ This woman is a fugitive, and no matter how she wants to explain it she killed someone on your planet… our planet. I could have taken her away back to the prison she escaped from.” Chili made sure his eyes were locked with Vi’s “ But I brought her here to you, out of respect, a gesture of friendship between our organizations and a show of that same respect.” Chili hopped off the chair, leaning on the desk with both palms “ While on Earth our patrolmen would follow any and all laws on the planet set in place by you. That is within our regulations to follow the sovereignty over any planet we are on while claiming no sovereignty ourselves. What I am trying… Trying to offer you is a union of strength for Earth and the Galaxy. We just want to help you, and earth citizens, my fellow citizens.” His palms suddenly found their way off the expensive desk “ That is all I have to say, and if that isn’t something you like I am sorry for wasting your time. I would only ask you consider the opportunity." Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 27, 2017 1:24:29 GMT
The Heran’s story wasn’t a complete shock. They were a violent and ruthless civilization, where life was cheap and death was easy. And two chi-users slamming each other out in the wilds was becoming more common with every passing day.
Vi-Poi watched Chili’s eruption with a cool-eyed gaze. Though his own anger wasn’t exactly simmering down, there was a guilty bud of satisfaction blooming up from Poi’s ghost at having triggered this insolent zoanthrope. At hearing mention of a Galactic King, a sly little smile formed on his lips. He stood and opened a desk drawer as Chili’s speech finished with something of an olive branch. Glancing up at his guests while humming the theme to Omega Guy and Disguise Driver, Vi-Poi produced a pad of white notepaper and a package of colored pencils. Tearing off a sheet and retrieve the black pencil, his arm began to blur, the scratch of thousands of pencil swipes sounding like a buzzsaw. Or an angry bumblebee.
He wordlessly laid the picture out on the desk so Chili and Jihana could see it -- a space-bird’s eye view of the North Galaxy rendered expertly, with each spiral arm filled with countless dots, the branching clouds tapering off around the edges. Taking blue from the package of colored pencils, he marked one of the smaller arms with a tiny dot. “Here is Earth’s system,” He said, before flipping the blue pencil back into the box and retrieving red. This time, he shaded a great blob across the spiral arms, until nearly a third of the entire galaxy was a tinge of pink. “Here is the Solar Saiyan Empire, which has more stars under its control than any other nation.” He plucked the red pencil behind one ear, glasses drooping down his nose as he took the purple pencil out next. This time he shaded right up against the red area a sagging, bean-shaped smear. “Here are the changelings. Not the biggest anymore, but still quite a lotta space, right?” He let the pencil go, the violet stick floating in a slow circle before hanging in midair. At the same time, his telekinetic had taken the green pencil out, flourishing a small bulb midway from Earth and the two empires. “And here is the new business bubbling out of Namek. See, some Namekian warlord raised an army and is trying to carve out his own piece of the pie. He’s been a busy boy. We got the news not too long ago. And it was big news.” He straightened up, pushing the heavy glasses up his nose. The two psychically-enchanted pencils clattered to the desk. “Know what news I’ve never got? I’ve never had someone burst into my office and go, ’Administrator, this Galactic King guy is ruling the entire galaxy now!’ I wonder why that is? You speak for the galaxy? Where does your color go here?” His finger tapped the paper, and he slid the box of pencils towards Chili. “If there’s a Galactic King, then I’m the Grand Poo-bah of the Universe.”
“You say you respect me,” Vi-Poi said, leaning back into his King’s Chair. From the speaker across the room, an old-timey Southern Islands violin and harp started playing dramatically. When Vi-Poi spoke again, his voice had perfectly changed to the cottony and wheezy voice of Melon Blabbo’s pivotal role as the gangster patriarch in The Kamifather. “But yah don’t ask with respeck,” His oversized glasses reflected the overhead beams like twin suns. “Peppah, Peppah, what have I ever dones to make yah treah me so direspeckfully? If yah’d come ta me in frenship, before yah stahted y’biznus, things would be diffren. You never wanted my frenship. And yah feared to be in my dep.” The violin was joined by a sappy flute as it began to reach a crescendo. “I’m gonna make yah an offer yah can’t refooz.”
He lifted the glasses above his head and gave a white grin, the music jarring to a stop. “I want open access to all your case files, your member rolls, your criminal warrants, everything that we require of our own World Police to operate,” His voice had changed back to normal now that the music was gone. “And I want to meet your Galactic King,” His blue eyes shined with amusement. “If you agree to these terms, if you follow and enforce only Earth laws while on Earth and can prove to me that you’re not just some gang of pirates with shiny badges, you can operate here.”
His eyes shifted to Jihana. “Sound fair to you?” He asked the Heran prisoner.
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Post by Jihana on Feb 27, 2017 2:33:01 GMT
Jihana stood in the middle of this, watching how masterfully the blue haired dunce had unraveled the feelings of the pupper dog. Feeling rather amused as she was here against her own will, as she would more or less be doing her own thing if not for these goody goody two shoes people that say murder is bad. M'kay? This is the thing that she hated amongst these hero types, and it was the fact that they claimed they were the good guys, just on the principle that nothing bad happened to them in their lives. These people wouldn't be singing the same tune if they were framed for a crime they didn't commit for the past few decades. These wrinkle-less wimps.
Though, after it, Jihana couldn't help but get an interest in what this supposed world leader was doing doodling while half-ignoring the dog speak. It was soon revealed he was drawing up a chart to the galaxy, in which he flat out called out the dog's bull -ish. Like, come on, a Galactic King? Even she would have heard about some ungodly shit like that, and she's been alive for longer than these two combined, AND THEN SOME! At least that's what she though, though she didn't realize their true ages in the slightest.
Then this blue haired dork decided to pull on some sort of act, talking in an ear grating manner in which Jihana was starting to get rather annoyed about. Being stuck in prison for a few decades can null someone's abilities to get any kind of references that were being made, and this was a joke that was well overstaying it's welcome to a horrid degree. But, at the very least, she was enjoying the slight roast that the leader was doing to Chili.
Then came the actual proposition to which Jihana completely zoned out as she quickly realized that she wasn't here for whatever she did. She was here because Chili wanted to use her. Heh, such a scum bag this young dog is. To think that there'd be people this young trying to pull tactics like these to garter the favor of others.
Hearing the words of Vi-Poi, she only nodded to the words, not feeling like she wanted to say any words. She didn't want to waste her breath and further than she needed to. And, at this point, she was just agreeing with Vi-Poi just to spite Chili~.
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Post by Chili Pepper on Mar 8, 2017 7:02:12 GMT
Chili’s eyes watched as Vi-Poi drew up an exact replica of the North Galaxy, not that the dog could really be an expert of that, not yet anyway. The way the Premier had done it so quickly was inhuman. Chili’s brain buzzed as he wondered just what this guy was hiding, he had thought Vi-Poi to originally be a straightforward and trusting man. Reality had been shattered and it was clear there were things that the Earth’s leader was sheltering. Ears perked at the mention of Xylo’s Recent shenanigans “...Yes I know about happened on Namek, we unfortunately lost one of our own in the fight...”
Chief Pepper grimaced as the blue haired androgynoid challenged him with his little drawing, and it didn’t make the dog happy. A paw flashed out grabbing a teal colored pencil and with a heavy hand he drew a large ‘X’ across the entire image. “He controls none of this...” Chili looked up at Vi and locked eyes again, this time his were as cold as the Premier’s own optical orbs. “Unlike most leaders he doesn’t throw his weight around by destroying entire planets.” Shaking his head letting his ears flop “There is a central planet the Galactic Patrol hails from and that is the only place we control because our king is benevolent and has used much of his own resources to create and keep us afloat.” A smirk grew on his face just then “My dad knew that so I am surprised you didn’t.”
Chili’s face turned to disbelief as the president demeanor suddenly shifted. A tirade about disrespect rolled out of the android’s mouth that made Chili grind his teeth. “Disrespect?! He basically spat in my face when I sat down, what a pompous egotistical blueberry!” His inner thoughts jumping through his head the pup aghast at the audacity of this hypocrite. But the braggart seemed to finally concede for just a moment and offered Chili a deal, which only made the dog smirk more. “That’s fine Sir, that had been in our plans from the beginning, We can’t very well go without informing you of the criminals who hide out here on our planet.” Chili shot a look at Jihana as she seemed to froth in the seat next to him. “I can have you meet our Galactic King, but I am afraid he won’t be able to say much. Our King is used to long naps that last years and currently he is in the middle of one.”
The red coated canine suddenly stepped up onto the desk making sure to grind a heel onto the picture that Vi had crafted. His hand shot out, but instead of any sort of strike it was an open palm offered up. Chili’s head popped up and his face displayed a big smile and lively eyes “But yes it sounds perfectly fair.”
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 9, 2017 1:41:07 GMT
Vi-Poi almost gawked at Chili’s unfurling ego. It was like watching a butterfly poke out of its chrysalis. A butterfly made of self-righteousness.
The reference to Realigner Red turned his circuits ice-cold. A deal-breaking temperature. Poi’s ghost was pissed too. Still, he waited through it all, while the smirking Zoanthrope continued on with thinly-veiled insults, all the way up until the hand was outstretched and the bootheel was grinding into his desk.
Vi-Poi gave a little half-laugh, then reached forward with a hand. Just before their palms met, he swung his hand back and combed his fingers through his hair in the juvenile fakery schoolkids often imposed upon would-be handshakes. “Psyche!” He exclaimed, then reached forward with all of his speed and more than a little anger, using his Lock-On in a serious attempt to seize Chili by the neck.
The eastern lilt of Saturday morning’s most prominent cartoon Ostrich-Chicken came belting out of his mouth. “Ah say! This boy Chili Peppa is one Dragon Ball shote of a wish.” Floating from the King’s Seat, he’d lift Chili off the desk, glaring up into the overgrown pup’s eyes. “Buy your lazy-ass king an alarm clock and have him come meet me, face to face. Then maybe I’ll make a deal. In the meanwhile, learn some fucking manners.”
He’d turn on his heel and take careful aim before launching Chili head first through the window, exploding glass and steel wicker with enough force to knock the dog-man senseless and send him into a low-altitude orbit around the world. The analytics he drew upon before hurling his rude guest away projected that (given Chili’s mass and recent weather reports) the Zoanthrope would come to ground on a forested landmass in the southern hemisphere, and while he would be sporting a nasty headache, Vi-Poi cut his throw so as not to cause Chili any permanent damage.
Upon completion of the throw, Vi-Poi would give a huff and dust his hands, before turning somewhat distractedly to Jihana . “Am I going to have to send you out the same way? Get outta here. And if you're ever caught in honor duels on Earth again, you’ll be sorry.”
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Post by Jihana on Mar 9, 2017 5:41:02 GMT
Jihana listened to the both of them spout about useless politics, things that she really cared nothing about. In fact, she was starting to get rather tired and angry about this entire situation, seeing as how this was going to be an endless back and forth between these two, where Chili spouted nonsense about some high and mighty lazy bumpkin who lived out in the vast reaches of space. And Vi getting angrier after something mentioned about a leader who destroys planets. If she wasn't looking directly at the blue haired goof, she would have assumed this was the leader of the Saiyans... But maybe this extended to other world leaders?
She was about to witness a hand shake, which erupted into something much more erratic. Smiling rather wildly behind her mask, Jihana bore witness to Vi-Poi manhandling the little dog who took her down with such a cheap shot. Her blood was boiling from watching this completely unfold, Jihana completely overwhelmed as she was but a speck compared to this person right before her. Though the blue skinned woman knew not of the reference he was making, she was in agreement with the robot. More so for what she was expecting to happen next.
Jihana's jaw dropped a good foot as she watched the android chuck the dog through a window, watching the dog becoming but a blip in the sky as he was launched with super sonic speeds. Her own blood froze over, the heat in her body system escaping as a harsh reality hit her across the head. There was such a thing as people who were too strong. Jihana was never really free to roam around and do as she please, she was always under the watchful eye of someone infinitely more powerful than her.
Hearing the leader address her, Jihana shook her head out of her stupor, clapping as she said, "Bravo, bravo. I applaud such an action from you, and I heavily respect you. Now, do not get me wrong. I never wanted part in that duel, but I definitely won't get into another one. I'm heading off planet, going to the furthest reaches of space. I... I'm just done. If I have to go through being used like a god damn bargaining chip every time I fight in self defense, then I might as well give up and live a quiet life somewhere. Vi-Poi... That was your name? ... ... After spending thirty years behind bars for a crime I did not commit... About to be thrown back by that dog... Well, thank you for my third and final chance. I shan't squander it."
Letting her own power rise, Jihana focused heavily into the gauntlets which binds her power down, trying her damnedest to rip them right off. She had done this with the forced heavy weights, and she was sure she could do it. Sparks of electricity shot out from the bracelets, sending heavy shocks down Jihana's body, yet she did not quit... She was gonna break these cuffs. Brought down to her knees, Jihana focused her bloodlust to destroying the cuffs wrought on her. Shaking as she could feel utter pain, her will keeping her conscious at this point, cracks in the metallic braces started to form, growing larger and larger until...
SNAP
The metal cuffs clanked on the floor, Jihana sweating and extremely fatigued, but now free. Feeling resolved in starting a new life, she brought a hand up to her mask, unclasping it and letting the leather fall into the palm of her hand, revealing her to be a normal looking beauty under the mask, but with the most lethal of looks. Placing her mask on the desk, as a way of showing the World's leader her new change, she walked over to the busted out window. Having to punch the wall a bit more to leave an escape, Jihana spoke up, "Sorry for extra damage, but again. Thanks"
With that final word said, she flew off into the sky. Heading off to the nearest space pod she could hijack, and flying off into space. She was done with this planet, she was done with her vengeance against her parents, she was done trying to make an honest living with her strength... Jihana just wished for nothing more than a quiet life now.
[Thread Exit, Zeni with +10% Heran Bonus]
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Post by Chili Pepper on Mar 11, 2017 18:22:57 GMT
Chili gasped out as suddenly his windpipe was squeezed almost shut in a mechanical grip. The dog’s eyes blurred as he stared back down at the Premier. For a brief moment it had appeared this entire ordeal would end cordially but that had been shattered by a quick ‘psych’. Chili reached up trying to pry the cold fingers off his furred throat, his legs kicking in the air. Vi-Poi was unhappy clearly and Chili could barely hear him past his own gasps for air, his mind flashed to the thought of just cutting the hand off, yanking his arm back and morphing it into a chainsaw and swinging it down. Before the blow could land Vi had him launched out of the window with the sound of shattering glass. Chili found himself being chilled as he was hurtling through the atmosphere. That’s when everything went black.
Several Hours Later
Chili awoke with a deep sputtering wheeze, his head throbbing as he managed to pick himself up. Around him sat a small crater where he had clearly impacted, his clothes dirty and speckled with ice. He rubbed his face “ Well… that was mission failed.” Shaking his head at the sheer tactless abilities of the leader of the Earth and his use of intimidation. His paws reached up to make sure his red cap was still on his head, which it was thankfully for Vi it remained undamaged. Vi was hiding something and that was an immense power, the last person to put Chili through a wall was alarmingly strong. Now Vi had gone past that and apparently had thrown Chili onto a completely different land mass. The pup couldn't even sense any strength from him but it was clear how strong he was and how dangerous he was. Vi-Poi was someone worth keeping an eye on just in case. The badge on his chest came unpinned and with a tap a holographic projection popped up. Within few swipes Chili found the video that had been recorded from his chest accompanied by muffled audio, he rubbed at his eyes as he watched it all play out again. “ Maybe I tried to hard…” he sighed and flipped to another screen and hit a record button. “ Attention any and all Galactic Patrolmen working under me and/or in my quadrant. I regret to inform you that Premier Poi of Planet Earth still finds us hostile until I can guarantee him certain… favors. Until further notice any activity on Earth you participate in you are only to consider yourself a citizen or at best a tourist. Do not state you are part of the Galactic Patrol because on Earth we are not...” A sigh escaped the dog’s muzzle and his brow furrowed. “ But do not stop protecting those who need protection. Save lives, do not stand by and watch, do your duty. Make a citizen's arrest and leave any criminals knocked-out or cuffed for the Earth’s legal officials. Try and keep damage to property minimal and if you are found by any Blue Banner Army members, avoid them or run from them but they are not our Enemy.” He looked away from the recording for a moment and then back again. “ No one is to confront Vi-Poi in anyway, leave him to me. Chili Pepper out.” Furred fingers attached the recording of his meeting with Vi-Poi at the end and then it was submitted into the Galactic Patrol Database with the press of a button. Chili stood up, brushed himself off and then jumped into the air and he was away.
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 12, 2017 3:26:17 GMT
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Post by Chili Pepper on Mar 12, 2017 3:33:48 GMT
(Sure I'll get it~)
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