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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Feb 20, 2017 4:54:26 GMT
[Thread PL: 56,662] [Renegade Reactor x6P Active] [Current PL:339,972] [Carmine the Birdbot's PL: 5,000] (Hidden within Rebecca's Dress) [Pico "Panzer Ink" Lennon's PL: 13] (This is a future minion, but for now has negligible PL)
NOTE! I WILL BE GOING BY THE NAME OF VIVIAN AFTER THIS FIRST POST!
"Alright, I get why you want to try and join with the Blue Banner Army, but why the hell are ya ropin' me along with a Sociopathic Girl in Baotorian Era Clothing?"A pink haired half-zoan groaned out loud, the taller person following a five foot two inch girl garbed in a new blue dress and a top hat, orange hair being heavily accentuated due to her choice in apparel. The Shark-human hybrid looked mostly human aside from the gills on the side of his neck and the shark-like teeth that was heavily laden in his mouth, but the largest feature about him that currently stood out about his appearance is the yellow jumpsuit he wore which shone brightly in the noon sky. Though he dressed rather flashily, his demeanor right now was half-tired as he was rather tired, having partied overnight due to Rebecca getting him a fortune!
"Ya see here Pico-""Panzer!" The pink haired dweeb shouted back, "I told you to call me Panzer Ink! I will not use the name that bastard of a father of mine had!"Jumping a little as she was startled in Pico Lennon's outburst, she hastened her pace so she wouldn't be directly in front of him, before continuing her little spiel, "Well, as I was saying Panzer, we are heading to the BBA in order to get ourselves a job. Ain't too early for you to get a job, plus I guarantee you would get an easy job, due to you being able to build me. And I could get a job as an enforcer, since I loooooove me some violence."Rolling his eyes to her words, Panzer had heard this kind of talk from Rebecca, hearing at how she actually loved to have fights sometimes. And, more importantly, killing those that are beneath her. Though taking it rather harshly at first, he soon realized that she had barely killed anyone as of yet, and she wouldn't kill anyone who was on her side. Plus, it would be the most Bao'ish of moves to turn her in and deactivate her after taking the lottery ticket which pulled him and his mother out of extreme financial poverty. Sighing, he would retort, "Again, that's you. Why do I have to join you in your little delusions? I mean, I'm skipping class to help you out, and I don't really need a job due to the fortune ya got me. I don't see the point in getting a second job on top of me being a grease monkey at the Diamond Panzer, just seems like an extra bit of pay load. Yes, there may be good bonuses for me like health insurance and the like, but I highly doubt that it'd make a difference with me juggling school, my job, and the BBA on top of one another.""Jeeez, such a negative Nancy you are. Look, Panzy, I'ma be real with you. I am also half reliant on you, as you are essentially the only way I can probably get this job, as you are essentially my creator. From what I can assume, and this is from the brief one and a half minutes of me browsing the BBA website, is that you can apply to work for the BBA as my handler and slash or mechanic, due to me being a Non-BBA produced android and all. You get to do minimal work, and get all of the benefits. But, again, I don't know all the details. It all depends on the person who interviews us and the like!"Smirking rather coyly to herself, the two of them walked in the middle of day, with barely anyone around, and about negative people who cared even an iota about their conversation. Nodding to herself as the duo made their ways to the entrance of the BBA hideout, the two of them having traveled here via Edolvein Dewitt Airlines... Though Panzer insists on an actual airplane back to Satan City, though Rebecca was not gonna let that happen.
"Just follow my lead, and everythin' will be alright..."Pushing open the doors to the BBA HQ, Rebecca walked in as if she owned the place, a very sharky grin showing off her new set of teeth which mirrored Panzer's. Leading her grease monkey to the front desk, in which a brunette haired woman was working as a secretary in a rather open lobby. Rebecca's heels clacked against the tiled floor as she made her way to the front desk, tapping her hand on the desk, her tube-like arms on full display as SOMEBODY CHINCED OUT ON THE ANDROID PARTS. She was never going to let him live that down, her having metal bones as arms along with Mickey Mouse gloves. "Helllooooooo Nurse-""I'm not a nurse, I'm a secretary." ".... Sheesh, tough crowd. Well, toots, please tell someone higher up that I'm lookin' to work for you. And if they need a name... I'm Vivian Violetta."After introducing her fake name, she turned around and grabbed Panzer by the hand, while adding on, "Oh, and this doof is employing as well! Name's Pico Lennon""GOD DAMN IT I AM PANZER LENNON!""Panzer Ink!""WHATEVER!"The comedy act of these two walked over to a soft in which Vivian lay on the entire sofa, taking up most of the space while leaving Panzer to sit in a solo chair, the two of them waiting as to see who would be joining them today.
Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 22, 2017 5:47:58 GMT
(Thread PL: 11,281,841)
Vi-Poi wrapped the wrench against the head of the old Pigeon-type Battle Jacket in frustration. Too hard. The bulbous cockpit crumpled inward in response, the entire composite frame of the Jacket shivering. In the fly of sparks, the wrench had burst into shards of sizzling pink metal that melted into small pools against his skin and on the floor. The mechanics in the area all gawked at him.
“The coupling control is janky all to H-F-I-L,” He said, picking off the splotches and tossing the smoking shaft of the long wrench away. “Scrap this one.”
They’d been retrofitting every last one of their Battle Jackets for war, even the mothballed ones. Everything was due for an upgrade. If Walker and this Lord Xylo wanted a fight, they’d get one. More than they ever bargained for, that was for damned sure. Earth had learned a lot from the Saiyan War, and Earth’s veterans were battle-hardened in ways no one else in the galaxy could claim. It wasn’t every planet that could say they did OK against marauding mobs of hundred-story fire-breathing monkeys.
The old gas-fed cockpits of the Pigeons, the Wolf-types, and even the ancient GI Frontlines – which had been considered badly outdated before the BBA even existed – were all being retrofitted to take perfluorocarbon in their cabins like the Blue Fox-types and the Gorgons had. Called pink goo by the pilots and mechanics, the oxygen heavy stuff was jam-packed with supercharged nanomachines and other microscopic goodies that would turn a schleppy dullard into an evil genius. It’d turn an expert pilot into a Battle Jacket god. But the Pigeons were fat and bulbous, and the tolerances they’d been built with were too wide. Getting the couplings to make the cockpits watertight, or pink-goo-tight was proving a challenge.
“Why don’t you take a little break,” Dr. Slouch said, giving Vi-Poi a small smile of grandfatherly amusement around the butt of his cigarette. He seemed to be amused a lot, lately.
Vi-Poi straightened the nodal cap on his head, thin wires swishing around his neck as he gestured a greasy gloved hand to the other units lined up on the I-beam. “Lots more to ready up.”
Dr. Slouch nodded. “We’ll get to them. Besides, didn’t you see the security toggle? Some high power android upstairs is asking to enroll.”
“Fine,” Vi-Poi said, hopping down from the ladder and swiftly making his way to the elevators.
Dressed in Fry’s gym shorts, an oil-streaked Don’t Make a Hissy in West City t-shirt (with a smiling and somewhat fictionalized Captain Nova on the stomach), and a black cap jangling with wires, Vi-Poi didn’t look all that presidential or premier-like when he came to greet Vivian.
“Vivian, is it?” He asked, pulling off a glove to shake her hand. “Can’t call you Vi for short, that’s already taken,” He grinned, glancing sidelong to the strange banana/shark looking guy behind her. “Are you two a package deal?” He asked wryly, measuring her energy signature. She was definitely KAOS material, no doubt about it. Her companion wasn’t much to speak of.
“If you’ve come to sign up to the Army, you made good timing. We’re likely to see some action pretty soon. Ever been in a fight?”
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Feb 26, 2017 3:46:00 GMT
The two of them were waiting in the lobby, the sound of clanking ringing throughout the vents, barely audible to the two of them, though for different reasons. Vivian was able to notice the slight vibrations in the air due to fine-tuned hearing, and Panzer was able to hear it with a slightly enhanced sense of hearing, though it wasn't like a dog zoan's ability. Those mutts could hear and smell wide and far. And speaking of the scents, the pink haired doofus lifted his nose in the air, as he started sniffing an all to familiar scent in the air. It was not too long as it seemed the owner of the scent entered the room, being a blue haired teen looking person entered the room, not looking professional in the slightest.
Vivian started to slide herself up out of the sofa, her eyes training in on the casually dressed blue bot, easily telling that this person was synthetic from the brief glance she had on him. Standing with a cheeky grin, she held out her own hand towards the person in front of him, shaking the other android's hand with her own still gloved hand. "It's fine ya big blue Palooka," the orange haired android said with a very sharp grin, "You can call me whateva you want and... wait a minute, ain't you..?"
She cut herself off as she took the time to actually activate her internal scanners, to get a good reading on this guy. In the mean time, it seemed Panzer was having some sort of episode as his own cheeks reddened up a bit. Looking at the person in front of him, it was as if it was a match made in heaven. Someone who looked feminine enough without being the girly type, as those who were those god awful dresses and skirts were just to disgusting for him. Someone who had an interest in the mechanics departments, as evidenced by the oil stains that littered the person's apparel. Oh my could this be?!
Slightly pushing Vivian to the side, the pink haired doofus put on the best smile that he could muster while trying to grab Vi-Poi's hand. Saying with such fervor, he would say to the blue haired person, "Why, yes. We are a package deal! Though, if I have to say so myself my lady, I have no idea who you are... But you are, by far, the most gorgeous person I have eve-"
"THAT LADY IS A DUDE, FOR ONE!"
Vivian exclaimed as she recovered from her self-induced fever, as she started reading the ASTRONOMICAL numbers that jutted out after scanning the power of this person. Like, Kami Christ on a poop stick, this person was insanely strong! If he could, he could eradicated the reborn android with just a flick of his own finger! Coughing a little, she pushed Panzer away as she said, "Well, I'm guessing you've heard of him but never seen him, this is PRESIDENT Vi-Poi... An android... Male Android. Meaning not a lady. Mr. Vips, I truly do apologize for this amazingly baffling doofus, I still have no idea what to do with him."
Panzer, standing in shock as he had tried to hit on a dude. And not just any dude, but a dude who ran the entire planet, while being one the strongest people on the planet, and also made of nuts and bolts just like Vivian.
Though, what the President had said about battle experience and seeing action pretty soon, the blue dressed android spoke up, saying to the oil-drenched president, "Again, apologies about my moron of a friend, but yeah I got some experience in battle-" Cutting herself off, she realized that she needed to play the part of a fresh off the press android, as that could be some kind of hint as to how she wasn't who she seemed. Picking up where she left off, Vivian continued, "-in VR and the like. Running the simulations and the like many times in my head, I have pleeenty of that kind of experience... But wait, hold up hold up. Action? The hell kinda action is going on if I may do say so myself?"
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Post by Chai on Feb 27, 2017 3:11:39 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 76,288 PL
- Guardia (x3 ACTIVE): 171,648 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: Meh, somewhat short and crappy post. Lost my other one to the void and made this instead.KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Thoughts'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadA NEW HUE
'...You're really planning on joining these Blue Banner Bozos, Chai?' Guardia resounded, holding back a tad bit of laughter. Ever since he ascended to this new form, Chai noted that his snarky rudeness seemed to increase tenfold. Now, the blade of the sword was a good six and a half feet long. The energy had consolidated into hard black rock, with some cracks that petered out with the rainbow light of the ki beneath. Some crevasses were visible around the sword's inverted eye, seeping out rainbow light. His once docile-looking eye was now reduced to a hostile white slit with a black sclera, giving him a more demonic appearance. Chai even noted something akin to a tuft of fur popping out the bottom of his blade. He tried to convince the blade to revert back to his original form, to no avail. The sword enjoyed being the stronger force out of himself and his partner, much to the goat zoan's dismay. Chai himself decided to dress in some more dapper, professional clothing. The goat now donned a black vest with a light blue undershirt, coupled with black pants and shoes, along with Guardia's enlarged sheath on his back. His fur was combed back and seemed to have a faint shine to it as well.
Chai had come to the Blue Banner Army's headquarters to get himself into Earth's central defense force. It was almost like this world's version of the Crimson Strikers, in a way. The Galactic Patrol wasn't exactly what Chai was looking for- he still felt like he was all on his lonesome, despite being part of the quote on quote "fighting force." He wanted a team he could call family, like the Crimson Strikers from his world. He wanted friends he could fight alongside in battle. Sure, Chai already befriended many, but having a huge organization of people bound together, fighting for the same cause was something he began to seek. Chai didn't want to be alone-- he had Guardia, yes, but there was a hole in his heart that hung heavy.
"Yes, I'm going to try and join the "Blue Banner Bozos," Guardia. And you are too." Chai spoke to his sword, earning a quick roll of the transformed blade's single eye. 'Meh, whatever. So long as they are actually as competent as I've heard, we'll be cool.' Guardia spoke, lowering his eyelid. Currently strapped to Chai's back in a mcuh larger sheath, the blade would peek out at the tall headquarters of the Blue Banner Army. Already, it seemed like these guys were more serious than the Galactic Patrol. Or maybe they were just better funded? Eh, either way, it seemed promising so far. Turning to Chai, the sword would speak once more. '...Hey, you know, I've been thinking.'
The blade began in a questioning tone. 'How can people tell when you're winking or blinking with only one eye?' He spoke, making Chai stop in his tracks for a moment. Sighing, the goat rubbed the bridge of his muzzle, speaking in response to his partner's strange question. "I don't know, how do people know when YOU'RE winking or blinking with your single eye?" Guardia piped up, chiming in a confident tone. 'Oh, that's easy! I... uh...' Doubt filled the sword's voice. 'Hm.' He spoke, pondering this great question, on par with the meaning of life itself.
Chai's ears would twitch as he passed by the central building of the Blue Banner Army. He heard voices in the building next to him, one of which was quite familiar- despite being quite faint, muffled by the walls of the HQ. Peeking in through a window, Chai would briefly turn when Guardia floated out of his sheath, letting out a brief chuckle when he caught eye of the events unfolding inside.
Chai quickly saw Vi-Poi, just the man he wanted to see! While the goat headed away from the window, Guardia would continue to watch with mild amusement as Panzer began to swoon over the leader of the Earth. His companion quickly let out a yell, earning a hearty telepathic laugh from the sword while Chai flinched as he approached the door, letting out a quick bleat. 'HAHA! Oh stars-- the look on your face! It's PRICELESS!' Guardia would remark as he floated near the window in the minds of Vivian, Chai, Vi-Poi, and Panzer. The goat finally entered, peering in while Guardia whizzed in through the door as well. "Uh... We aren't... interrupting anything, are we?" Chai asked, raising his forearm while a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. "Me and Guardia would, erm, like to apply for a position in your army when you have the time." The goat concluded, stating their purpose to the President and his guests. |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 27, 2017 7:32:24 GMT
“Well, maybe I’ll call you Palook-“ He stopped, eyebrows climbing high on his brow as Panzer flirted, thinking he was a girl.
Bat your eyes and say aw shucks. Do it! Poi’s ghost urged, greatly amused. Can we vomit all over this guy? He smells like fish.
Quickly taking his hand back, Vi-Poi gave Panzer a flat and reproachful side-eye.
Before he could decide on a proper response – it wasn’t the first time he’d been mistaken for a girl -- a burst of laughter swiveled his attention outside the window. It was Chai and his strange talking sword. He flushed a shade of pink but greeted Chai with a warm smile all the same. Whatever his reasons for going undercover in Orange Star, he’d been a good person. Most of the time, people hid their identities for the opposite reason.
When Chai asked to join, his smile broke into a wide grin. “Sure you can join, I’ve already seen you work. The Army needs all the help we can get.”
He gestured to Vivian and Panzer. “These two also want in. The main requirements for the Ki Assault Operation Squad are fighting ability, a high power level, and being able to execute the Fighting Pose with heart and flair.” He pursed his lips, examining Vivian critically. “Just off simulations, huh?” That was impressive, and a little unbelievable. The best efforts of Dr. Slouch and all the Science Corps hadn’t done much better for fresh-off-the-line androids than Vi-Poi himself when he was forged. The true power to androids was their growth and adaptability. Then self-analysis after long periods of testing, followed by targeted upgrades. It’s the path that had gotten Vi-Poi to the high maximum he yielded today.
He glanced from Vivian to Panzer. “So he built you?” He tilted his head to the half-zoanthrope, his expression doubtful. Old banana shark here didn't look like he had a tenth of the brains of Dr. Slouch.
Cracking his fingers, Vi-Poi turned on his heels and beckoned a hand over his shoulder. “Come with me, you three. I want to show you why I'm here.”
On the elevator ride down to the immense Battle Jacket hangar, he asked both of them their basic histories. Where they were from, if they’d ever seen combat, things like that. When the gleaming doors opened to reveal the hive of activity around the hundreds of Jackets, Vi-Poi stepped through the portal and folded his arms, looking at the bulk of their rebuild efforts with pride. “Ever been in a Battle Jacket?” He asked the three (assuming all had followed).
There were nimble Blue Foxes, pudgy Pigeons, stocky GI Frontliners, lanky Wolves, and even shadowing the distant far wall, a humongous Gorgon, whose bottom three-quarters rested in the darkness of an open shaft.
“We’re likely going to see another war, soon,” He said, finally answering Vivian’s question. “A Namekian warlord named Xylo has overthrown the Guru of Namek and gotten ahold of some incredibly powerful being. Someone strong enough that they've become a galactic threat. A demon to do his bidding, maybe -- just like in those dimestore sword and sorcery books. Xylo’s aggressive, already taking territory outside the Namek system. That’s what all this is for. We’re not going to get caught flatfooted. Whatever powerful friend he has, he’s never faced anything like us before.”
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 1, 2017 1:43:45 GMT
Moments before Panzer's out burst, Vivian would slip out a simple, "Woah now, thas my word bucko! Just call me Viv, and we'll be cool."
Skippng back to present time, sound of laughter billowing throughout the room had utterly released some of the tension in the room, Panzer able to find a way to cope with accidentally mistaking Vi-Poi's gender by laughing it off. Though the laugh slinked out his mouth rather awkwardly, it at least helped him calm down a little. Though, he still can't help but see this Vi-Poi as kind of cute, but in the non romantic way now. Kami Christ almighty he made an utter fool out of himself.
Vivian, as she turned her head to the two newcomers, felt a little confident in herself as she read the numbers of these two beings. The rather glum looking goat in a suit felt rather odd to her, as she kind of expected him to wear something else due to the odd eye he had. Though, she had nowhere to judge since she wore something that did not befit anyone of this time period in the slightest, or only belonged to the youngest of children. On the other hand, there was this weird floating sword who she could not get a practical read upon in where he originated from, due to him being a literal floating sword. Though, the small light show he was producing was rather enjoyable, it being from the cracks in his metaphorical metal skin.
"Yooooooooo~" Her synthetic voice rang out towards the two of them, "Well ain't you a pair. A pair and a pair joinin' the BBA and the likes. It's either fate, coincidence, or just joining us at the last minute because of some sorta cosmic powers. My money's on the second one!" She giggled at what she just said, before hearing the words of what Vi-Poi said about how strong people joining the BBA... Wait, Vi didn't say BBA, she said something about the Ki Assault Operations Squad? KAOS? Must've been the big dogs of the Blue Banner Army, which means Vivian would get that much closer to getting her Turkey Louse-like mitts onto some of the bigger tech hidden in the BBA vaults.
Hearing the criticism of Vi-Poi, Vivian rolled her flat black eyes around to look up at the blue haired leader, explaining a little, "Yeah, simulations. This body of mine hasn't been a real fight, but this mind had virtual simulations. Kinda like dat Ghost fighting or whatever you see them kids do on the Martial Arts Animes and the like. Shadow Boxing? Can never get the correct term right."
Vivian, despite her lies, actually had underwent true fights. Ones in which she fought tooth and limb to win or survive, and even die just recently. Though, those things won't be mentioned in the slightest by her, in fear of being quite literally turned into scrap metal and having her AI completely deleted. Now that was a scary thought.
The group was lead by Vi-Poi through the building, back to the room where the blue haired president was working on his rock em' sock em' robots. The empty robots being polished up and back to snuff by the workers here. Vivian stood and yawned, obviously not interested in these giant death husks, as she didn't see the legitimacy in fighting in one of these when she herself was already such a fantastic fighter on her own.
ON THE OTHER HAND, Panzer's eyes were darting from each of the Battle Jackets, eyes brimming with excitement as this was the stuff of dreams! He had worked on cars and other small sized pieces of junk for the longest of times, and had come close to making his own robot, but came up with explosive results as that was not his real fantasy. His real fantasy was to build a battle jacket of his own, something he can claim as his own, and pilot into fighting the forces of evil!
"Oh my oh my oh my, I can not believe this!" The pink haired doofus said as his own impulses took over, running over to each of the Battle Jackets, nerding out over each and every one of them as he repeated their names and started to mutter incoherent things about each and every one of them! Hopefully no one joined him like Vi-Poi or Vivian did, as Vivian stood around and listened to the words Vi-Poi about the impending doom of some Namekian out in space.
Treating this like nothing, Vivian said with confidence, "Xylophone taking over a planet of peaceful slugs? Well, it feels like that shoulda happened sooner rather than later, if he has that kind of disposition. I mean, really, that planet of green men doesn't do anything to prepare for shit to go down, like at all. And lemme guess, we're going to go out there to kick the ass of this green man and whatever friend he brought along? Then we can all head home and eat hot dogs like the champs we are, Am I right?"
Vivian's current confidence knew no bounds, as she thought Xylo was super small time because of how weak Namekians were in the past millennia. Not a single one reaching the levels that Vi-Poi sat upon, as the highest recorded PL of a Namekian, according to the current memory she recalled from Baokepedia.com, was around 100,000 units, with the potential of barely reaching a minimum of a Million. Vi-Poi could literally take care of this while everyone else could potentially slack off, thus where her confidence touched down upon.
Off in the distance, you could practically hear Panzer nearly have a heart attack as he approached the Gorgon Battle Suit, touching it with his bare hands with the creepiest kind of child like innocence possible, as his voice shouted out loud, "HOLY BEELZEBUB YOU EVEN HAVE A GORGON BATTLE JACKET! I HEARD THAT THERE WAS LESS THAN FIFTY AROUND THE WORLD!!!! AND WELL OVER HALF WERE DISCONTINUED! I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN~"
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Post by Chai on Mar 4, 2017 1:55:44 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 76,288 PL
- Guardia (x3 ACTIVE): 171,648 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: ouoKEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Thoughts'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
<< Previous ThreadA NEW HUE
'Eyyyyyyy~' Guardia would chime back to Vivian, pointing his two crossguards at the android. If the demon still had fingers, they would most certainly be forming finger guns right now. Chai sported a toothy smile after Vivian spoke with a quick, forced laugh, speaking of the strange occurrence of the two duos joining at the same time. "Well, uh, I'm Chai. This here is Guardia, my partner. And you two are...?" Chai spoke, figuring he might as well get acquainted with a future comrade.
Vi-Poi eagerly accepted the sword and goat duo into the army, earning a sigh of relief from Chai and a startled glance from Guardia. 'It's that easy?' The sword questioned with a shocked tone. 'I thought we'd have to do some big test or something. It seems to be like that with getting into most things.' Guardia spoke, his telepathic voice now calmer with a questioning tune. Chai eyed Guardia, agreeing with the blade. He didn't expect to be to-go so quickly, but hey, he wasn't complaining about it.
Chai would nod when Vi gave the entry specifications for the KAOS squadron, something the goat had also gotten ear of from his brief encounter with Tekuma. Fighting ability? 'Check.' High power level? '... Eh, check.' Ready to pose? 'Check!' Guardia would let out a groan when the thought of making one of those stupid fighting poses crossed his mind. Just this once, he was glad he had no limbs.
Turning to Vivian after Vi questioned her fighting experience- which was apparently just simulations, Chai would put a hand to his chin as she spoke. A smile would briefly cross his face when she referenced martial arts animes. Ah, he watched those shows non-stop when he was a mere kid, only dreaming of becoming a hero like the ones in the dramatic shows... Good times, good times. Chai was no brainiac, but he had the inkling that a virtual fight wasn't much to the real thing. Chai had seen death, and the deepest pits of despair back in his world. He had seen the real thing- what a REAL fight to the bitter end was like. Was Vivian prepared for such a brawl? It concerned Chai, but he remained silent.
Snapped back to reality when Vi gestured for the group to follow, Chai would grab Guardia and slip the massive blade back into his sheath, trotting after his new boss. In the elevator, Chai would twiddle his thumbs while calming elevator music played in the background- it was a little cramped in the chamber with all four of them in it... The awkwardly silent ride thankfully didn't last long, as the doors opened to reveal many rows of large mechas of some kind- Battle Jackets, as Vi-Poi called them. Shaking his head in response to being asked if he ever manned one, the goat would glance towards Panzer as he took off on his nerdy spree, which earned another snarky chime from Guardia. 'NNEERRRD!'
The Premier spoke once more, briefly commenting about some upcoming war. "What?" Chai questioned, his expression twisting to one of concern. After listening to the pending doom on Namek, Chai would bite his lip and glance to Guardia, exchanging glances with his partner. Galactic threats were something the two were VERY familiar with. "...Me and my partner are... experienced when it comes to war, I suppose." Chai spoke, keeping his words somewhat cryptic and vague. He couldn't risk telling Vi that he was from another universe just yet. "Do you have a plan of attack against this Xylo fellow? He and this other demon don't seem like they will go down so easily." Chai mused. The term "galactic threat" was the most concerning. Guardia would peer out of his sheath, clearing his non-existent throat before speaking once more to the group.
'Y'know, those "Genie Syndrome" demons ain't all that uncommon back at the demon realm and in Hell. They were the WORST at parties.' Guardia spoke. Many demons wanted nothing more than to be summoned out of their otherworldy confines, and would serve their summoner, or master, to the bitter end. Like a genie, hence the term Guardia gave the pathetic demons that bowed to another. 'But seriously, if I was a galactic threat with unbridled power, I'd just kill Xylo and take the crown of emperor for my own! Not that I'd do that, though.' The sword spoke to himself more than anyone, clear irritation in his eye for a moment. He'd never understand demons that served others like slaves... They were one of the most naturally strong species in the universe! Why bow to someone inferior and call them master?
The sword was snapped back to reality when Panzer called out, looking like a child opening Christmas presents at this point. 'HEY! I CALL DIBS ON DRIVING THE BIG ONE!' Guardia would shout when the half-zoan caressed the Gorgon Battle suit, briefly rolling his eye before turning back to Chai, Vivian, and Vi-Poi.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 7, 2017 7:18:22 GMT
Vi-Poi bit back a laugh as Poi’s ghost erupted over the sword’s nerddd comment. He turned to address them both, but someone else got to it first.
“Of course, we have the Gorgon,” Dr. Slouch said as he stepped out from behind the war-battered Wolf type he was working on, tone wry as the cigarette smoldered red underneath his tarry gray mustache. His white lab coat, which he was never found without, was littered with bits of slag and badly stained. “I designed them, after all.” He watched Panzer with mild interest, one machinist silently gauging another. Then he turned to Vivian. “You’ve quite the power level for one who’s never augmented their skills in the real world. Forgive me for over-listening.” He tapped the bean-like bit of plastic poking out of one hairy ear canal. “A bad habit of mine.” He gave Vi-Poi a knowing smile, and Vi-Poi grunted and shoved his hands in his shorts pockets. An unspoken exchange.
“This is Doctor Slouch,” Vi-Poi explained. “He’s one of the world’s top scientists, and has been the head of our Science Corps since the very beginning.”
Dr. Slouch scratched at the tufts of gray disarray pocking his wrinkled head that passed as hair. “I’m merely a student,” He protested, though not very forcefully. “who’s learned a few things.”
Vi-Poi glanced down at Vivian, a bit surprised at her cocksureness. Maybe it came from being new and untested. “We’re not going to do anything, just yet. I’ve some more stuff to line up before we can really take off. I'll be heading to meet with other leaders, first. We'll come up with a war plan. If we go to Namek, I want to know where and how to hit this new king of the Mazoku where it hurts. Until we’re ready to move into deployments, I’ll have you all training with me and our best Squaders.”
Vi-Poi hesitated, then glanced up to Chai and Guardia. “You’ve already passed the test by being here. And if we’re going to work together and fight together, have each other’s backs, we ought to start being totally honest with each other. So, full disclosure. I know who you are. At least, one version of you. Mister Fireheart?” He gave a lopsided grin. “You probably don’t recognize me without my hair dyed black and the fake freckles, but you’ve seen me in these shorts plenty.” He put his thumbs and forefingers together and spun them upside-down against his face, making glasses with his cupped hands. “I go undercover as Fry. For-“ Dr. Slouch ahemed loudly. Vi-Poi glanced sideways, lowering his hands. “reasons.”
Dr. Slouch took in Chai and Guardia both, giving the sword a cursory wave, but the scientist still seemed preoccupied with Vivian. “Your body is custom,” He said to her. “But your reactor signature looks a bit like a Lab Cero build.” He tapped the side of his glasses, and a small scroll of text fluttered across the lens. "Sorry for peeking, I was curious. Did your strange yellow-clad friend there used to work for Lab Cero?” The scientist knew more about androids than a fish knew about water. He was without peer on Earth, save for his old classmate Doctor Beekah, perhaps, though his former cohort had gotten into some strange research and disappeared years ago.
Vi-Poi himself floated up until he was eye-level with the talking sword, examining it closely as it rested in its sheath. “Will it always glow?” He wondered. “Where’d you find this thing?” A secret pang of jealousy struck him, sent by Poi’s ghost, no doubt. He hurriedly pushed the feeling of envy away. It wasn’t Chai’s fault he had a magic, talking sword and he didn’t.
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 8, 2017 2:16:18 GMT
Panzer heard the voice of Guardia ring throughout the large room, calling him a nerd. Raising a hand to wave him off, the robot nerd retorted back, "I embrace what I am! A full fledged robo ner- OH KAMI!" The pink haired half-zoan jumped up a foot as the old man in the room had caught him off guard with his approach, the young man not recognizing the old man at first. In fact, the closer the man had gotten to the sharkboy, the more pungent the cigarette air was, so much so that he brought a hand to cover his nose, plugging it up to prevent more of the deathly fumes entering his body.
"Dude, you should put that out before approaching someone. Reeeeally rude to others, as they may not want to have lung cancer at an early age like I do" Panzer said quite bluntly, being rather sensitive to fumes due his Shark side, only now realizing the comment he had made about his power. Looking down at his feet with nose still covered, Panzer spat on the floor as he was reminded once again of his origins. Having to share blood with that despicable deadbeat of a father was the worst thing that could have happened to him. "Father's to blame for that, just like he's to blame for everything wrong in our life. I'm half shark, which explains the gills, teeth, and my freakishly durable body."
"I can attest to the last one!" Vivian giggled out loud, making fun of the fact that she may or may not have tested her strength on Panzer at one point in time. The mentioned shark boy stuck his tongue out at the orange haired android, before turning his attention back to the old man as gears started churning in his head, realizing what he had meant in designing the Gorgon. The pictures in the book he used to read up on the Battle Jackets were very old, but he soon realized that this was Dr. Slouch.'
Aaaaaand then Vi-Poi went ahead and confirmed it.
Panzer held out one of his hands while still covering his nose, doing his best to maintain a good appearance as he said, "Well, it's an honor to meet ya Doctor Slouch. My name is Pico, but call me Panzer. Personal reasons, of course. And I'm a fan of your work, though I must say the years have not been too kind on you."
On Vivians end, she nodded as she got the gist of what was supposed to go down, where they would do nothing but train up until they got all the info they needed. And she also got word on how the group had already 'passed the test' by being here, which was quite easy in her honest opinion. In fact, way too easy, as she could get her hands on so much good technology at this point that it was like robbing a Millionaire's child. No, Zillionaire even!
Though, when she heard the voice of Doctor Slouch perk up once more, she could swear her oil dropped many degrees in Celsius as he made mention of her 'creators'... Lab Cero. He mentioned at how her reactor signature was quite similar to the one built by Lab Cero. There were so many things wrong with his that she could not believe. First off, it was extremely laughable that Lab Cero could 'BUILD' anything. They specialized in creating programs first and foremost, and any attempt they made in creating a fully functional android always ended up in failure. Even the government providing them funding knew this, which was why they had an ultimatum date. Lab Cero had to ditch their dignity by purchasing an actual combat droid from a militaristic droid company, failed to re-purpose the bot, and uploaded their AI which meshed in a unique way with the stagnant VI inside the droid, stagnant as it awaited an order.
Second off, she was utterly pissed at Jeane as she thought he addled with the reactor schematics to the point where it was indistinguishable from Lab Cero's reactor signature. She'll give that flamboyant 'Son of Aris' a proper ass whoopin', that's for damn sure. It was because she was both afraid of stuff like this happening, and also because she was disgusted by the purpose for which her AI was initially programmed to do. She was initially programmed to be an obedient maid, which still causes her to internally retch every so often once recalling the detailed programming they put in her to make her obey orders, even hidden commands like Dr. Derwear had used not too long ago.
Her fist clenched tightly as she heard the words, something in her wanting to just burst out and speak the truth about them. But, at the same time, she knew that the instant she spoke word of this, she'd be outed instantly. She'd be told to get a complete inspection, which would in turn cause her to be caught in her lie. She needed to keep creating believable lies, at least until she could get some level of trust in which she could abuse the living hell out of.
"Lab Cero? Never heard of em!" Vivian said with a smirk, being completely grateful for not having anything that could cause her to sweat. She'd be sweating a Tsunami due to the pressure she was putting on herself. "Panzey over there just happened to get his hands on schematics over the internet. Like, straight up basic kind of reactor stuff, that he pulled off of StockReactor. If you call this energy emission of mine a 'Lab Cero' build, then Kami almighty they have the most stock reactors ever! Oh, and Panzie is still in High School. A Flunky, but really good in the tech department."
"HEEEEY!" Panzer shouted at her, realizing that she low key called him a moron.
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Post by Chai on Mar 8, 2017 4:37:01 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 76,288 PL
- Guardia: 57,216 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: Guardia, why are you always such a joy to write?KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Thoughts'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
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Guardia narrowed his eye in response to Panzer's comment. Blinking his single eye a few times, the sword began to brainstorm another snarky comment to snap right back, but the blade couldn't get a word out before the nerd hybrid was startled by the approach of an older scientist of some type! Guardia rattled a little in surprise inside his scabbard, blinking blankly as the man spoke to Vivian. Chai would nod along with the scientist, his own concerns aligned with Dr. Slouch's own. Vivian was oddly strong for someone who had never been in a real fight...
Panzer spoke in an annoyed tone about the smoke from Slouch's cigarette, causing Chai's nose to scrunch up as well. Zoans had keen senses like their animal counterparts, and Chai was no exception. Panzer also appeared to share zoan blood, much like Chai himself. Expression shifting to one of solemn sorrow when the shark boy brought up some... seemingly strained relations with his father, Chai forced out some stuttered words to the hybrid. "I'm uh... Sorry about that." He spoke, glancing off to the side afterwards. Chai was fortunate enough to be blessed with a normal family, before they all died, of course.
Vivian chimed in response to Panzer, attesting to his durability. 'HAH!' Guardia laughed, imagining the weak hybrid being trounced by the android for a moment, even though Vivian said she hadn't been in any real battles. But currently the game plan was to meet with the other leaders of this universe and come up with a war plan with them. Fair enough. Chai put a hand to his chin, pondering for a moment. He never really got to learn much about galactic history in school before the whole Special Forces escapade went down in his world... Who led what here?
While Vivian and Slouch were talking about some strange Lab Cero thingy-ma-bobber, Vi quickly directed his attention back to the sword and goat duo, albeit with some noted hesitance. Chai's gaze switched to one of shock and panic when Vi started talking about being honest with eachother. Shit. Did their origin story somehow slip?! Crap, crap- was trusting everyone back at the Crimson Striker Diner a mistake?! "Uh..." Chai fumbled, biting his lip. His face turned a little blue when Vi spoke of knowing who Chai was, while Guardia narrowed his eye threateningly, letting some ki flare from his sheath. But fear was replaced with confusion when Vi brought Chai's gym teacher persona, Maverick Fireheart.
Chai took a few moments to even remember his alias, sighing in relief and gripping the fabric over his heart. Good. It wasn't about the whole alternate universe thing-- yet. But how did Vi know of his other persona...? Puzzle pieces began to slide into place when Vi also explained that he had his own school alias, Fry. Chai recalled the nerdy-looking kid he taught in gym class briefly. But before Chai could speak back, another chime from Guardia resounded-- 'NERD ALERT!!' The sword yelled, which caused Chai to quickly shove Guardia right back into his sheath with an irritated growl. "Shush, Guardia."
"...Right. I did do that that one time." Chai spoke, scratching the back of his head. Hopefully Vi didn't think much of his earlier panic. Guardia pondered for a moment, recalling his hidey hole in Chai's bag, and the glorious moments where he got to throw floating volleyballs at poor, unsuspecting freshmen... Good times. They had to go back to that school someday! 'Oooh! Oooh! I was there too!' The sword spoke, his tune joyful and prideful. 'I, the great and illustrious Guardia, remain the unquestioned KING of DODGEBALL to this day!' The King of Dodgeball proclaimed.
Chai stifled a chuckle after Slumo loudly 'ahem'd Vi. The relationship between these two sort of reminded Chai of the bond between himself and Guardia. Shaking his head, the goat continued. "And I went undercover also for reasons also. No-one's perfect." He spoke with a shrug. 'We were B-R-O-K-E, buddy! Eugh, just thinking of that stinky cave gives me the willies.' Guardia spoke with a violent shudder, causing his scabbard to let loose a few metallic 'changs.' Chai sighed, furrowing his brow and remaining silent for a moment. He was glad he didn't have to tell his tale just yet, sure, but he was just delaying the inevitable at this point. "...Yet, if it's complete honesty you want from me, I'd best be explaining myself in private." Chai spoke, earning another narrowed glare from his sword partner.
'...Are we gonna tell him the thing?'
"Eventually." 'Goddammit.' After that brief little exchange, Chai would briefly eye Slouch and Vivian while Guardia tilted his hilt to the side, eyeing the android that had floated up to him. '...Can I help you?' The sword asked curiously. The president directed his attention to Chai, asking him about Guardia. Chai bit his lip and glanced to the side, knowing his partner would be peeved at being called an "it."
'Oi! I'm no "it" or "thing!"' Guardia spoke, confirming his partner's suspicions. Chai sighed, his eyelids drooping down with a tired expression plastered on his face. "Oh boy, here we go again." Guardia narrowed his eye, chiming in with a prideful and exaggerated proclamation. 'I'm Guardia! Demon, strongest of my clan! If I wasn't trapped in this STUPID thing, I'd...' Guardia trailed off. He considered maybe utterly destroying the scrawny android in an arm wrestling match once he broke free from his blade, but on the other hand... '...You know, the first thing I'd do would actually be to try that pizza stuff at that Pastabilities store downtown.' Guardia trailed off, calming down. Lost in thought, the sword sighed and held his crossguards in front of him, speaking in a solemn and longing telepathic voice. '...I miss my limbs.... And my mouth. And my depth perception.' "You and me both." '-sniff-'
Shaking his form like a head, the massive blade would float out of his sheath, touching down next to Chai. Speaking to Vi in a calmer, yet snarkily irritated tone, the sword continued. 'But I don't always glow, thank you very much. Watch this!' And with a brilliant glow, Guardia would revert back to his normal form, consisting of a golden hilt and a normal eye, along with a blue wrap around his hilt. His rainbow blade of ki shimmered for a moment before dissipating into nothing, leaving the sword as a compact, floating hilt. 'Ta-daaaa.'
"As for how we met..." Chai spoke, putting a hand to his chin. The truth was that he met Guardia during a raid on Capsule Corp in his universe, but he obviously couldn't drop that bomb just yet... "I found Guardia in the dumps one day. He's a demon trapped in an inanimate sword, and he couldn't move or anything at the time." Chai recollected, remembering his first encounter with the irritable sword. "After a... brief argument, Guardia agreed to let me help him." Chai spoke with a proud smile. Guardia had remained silent and useless for a very long time, and was quite done with everyone's shit. Though the sword spoke highly of the quality of gossip he got while in Capsule Corp. 'Bro, I was stuck not being able to move for a good millennia. It was boring as FUUUCK.' Guardia trailed on. The bladeless hilt did a flip in the air, coinciding with a roll of his eye.
"After some practice, we grew accustomed to eachother, and G decided to stick around. We've been partners ever since."
'The best!~'
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 11, 2017 20:42:54 GMT
Dr. Slouch examined Panzer with the same expression he used watching funk sizzle under a microscope. The cigarette poked in the corner of his mouth fumed when his wrinkled face turned upward in a smile, and his eyes shifted to the little android. “Did I say Lab Cero? I get forgetful, sometimes, in my old age. So many jumbled android groups, so many testing centers, so many research programs. It’s an alphabet soup.” His amused expression turned back to Panzer. “Is she a true AI? She tells lies very comfortably, though she probably needs to demonstrate a better aptitude for credible parameters during deception attempts.” He glanced down at Vivian again, grandfatherly face shrouded in blue smoke. “My dear Vivian, I’ve seen every form of combustion known to man. A retail reactor’s power throughput is about the size of a garden hose compared to the geyser you’re housing. No amount of simulations will change that.”
He walked away without questioning the curious little android further, mumbling to himself about something called the layer cake problem as he went.
Vi-Poi’s attention was stuck on the talking sword. It was the coolest thing he’d seen since the first season of Whackier Shit. “Pastabilities is the best,” He agreed, folding his legs as he floated mantis style in the air. “I like their island cheese special with their spumoni dessert.” When the sword shut off its light, he raised his eyebrows appreciatively. “What’s this thing you mentioned telling me?” Typically, he’d mistrust Demons, but there was something he liked about the possessed sword. He reminded Vi-Poi of a fast-talking Central Cap guy, but in a good, sort of honest way. “When we fight together, we’re going to have to be willing to die together. So don’t leave anything on the floor.”
He looked over at Vivian, finding his feet again after lowering himself to the floor. “I’ll designate both of you into the Ki Assault Operations Squad. Captain Nova is presently the ranking member, until Liang gets back on full time, at least. You might have read the comic books about Nova. Seen the cartoons? Jollywood is planning an entire movie universe surrounding his West Capitol history.”
Suddenly, Vi-Poi turned and hopped up into the air, flipping smoothly into the cockpit of a nearby Blue Fox unit. A hiss of chilly compressed air clouded the open maw of the angular unit as the console and various LEDs inside the cockpit came alive, alighting his features in a kaleidoscopic glow of neon colors. Flipping a large handle above him, more of the frosty white smoke belching out of bolt holes around the canopy as hydraulic gears whined and the machine sealed itself shut. A thick rippling sound accompanied a pink lake of perfluorocarbon that was now forming around the base of his chair, slowly rising up to engulf his body and fill the cockpit completely.
When he spoke through the loudspeaker, large bubbles rose from his mouth. “Do you four want to go on your first KAOS assignment with me?” He clapped his hands together, rubbing palms together excitedly. “You can pick out a Jacket, or go in the buff,” He grinned.
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Mar 14, 2017 23:25:58 GMT
It seemed that Vivian was caught in her lie, with how the guy was talking about how the reactor she held within her chest was much more potent than the basic garden hose sized reactors. Though, to be fair, her reactor really was basic for a combat droid, just heavily modified and tinkered with to act different. It's just Vivian chose to be very vague in her responses, wanting to distance herself from Lab Cero as much as possible. And she was quite pleased to see that she shook him off of the trail, with how he seemed jumbled in his own memories. Panzer, hearing the question, remembered how even Vivian herself didn't know if she was 100% pure AI, due to her being part Virtual Intelligence. Nonetheless, however, he responded with hand covering mouth and nose, "Yes, she's an AI. And yeah she can lie pretty damn well. She'll only get better within time. Though, what I am working on is going to be even better than her, as I'm going to make a personalized Battle Jacket that doesn't need to be over sized as all he-""THE HELL YOU MEAN BETTER THAN ME!?"Vivian said as she elbowed her buddy right in her gut, sending him flying a good ten feet in the air, before landing down on the ground. He looked completely fine, but winded from the sudden elbow to the gut. And it would be easy to see that this was what Vivian meant by how she tested Panzer's durability. Grasping his abdomen, Panzer utters out with a glare, "Why.. The hell... are you such a bitch!?"
"It's-not-me, I was just maaaa~de this way!"Giggling like a mad man as she poked fun at her buddy, Panzer pulled himself up to his feet to watch Dr. Slouch walk away. Raising his voice a little, he asks, "Mr. Slouch, whenever you can, can I have some schematics of the smallest most powerful reactors you can ever develop? I just need some assistance in making this mini-battle jacket idea, as I still struggle due to lack of experience. Would appreciate it, but you aren't obligated to help me out Ol' Smokey."After making such a blunt request to the good Doctor, both Vivian and Panzer turned their attention back to Vi-Poi and Chai, who were both goading over the floating sword and the light, talking about dodge ball? This was a weird conversation, that's for sure. Then came the moment of truth, in which both Chai and Vivian were told that they are officially part of KAOS. With a sigh of relief, Panzer was glad that he was not part of this super elite club of super powers who had to fight the terrors of the universe. Though, a look of revelation appeared on Vivian's face as she heard the words Captain Nova, her memory flashing back to her romp through Jingle Village, moments before she got utterly eviscerated by the Indian, she saw the posing buffoon known as Captain Nova moving his body in an extravagant manner. "Yeah I know him. White, Gold, and bearded with that goofy lookin' visor. Seems like a good egg, though I don't know anythin' about the dude. Will look him up the next chance I got ya Blueberry Muffin."Feeling rather chummy with the blokes, Vivian started to feel a little comfortable now that the Dr. Slouch was gone. And then came the proposition of going on a mission in the battle jackets. Giving a rather disturbed shrug, Vivian began, "Psssh, nah. I don't need to ride those moving piles of suicidal tin ca-"
"I CHOOSE THIS ONE!"Panzer said as he was sprinting across the lab, finding the smallest Battle Jacket that he could find. He wanted to get some practice controlling a Battle Jacket that was about his size, though the smallest one he could find was a still a good three feet taller than him in height, and very wide in size. Though not as compact as he would have liked it, it was the best he could do, as he slid his fingers underneath the P. Laffer Model Battle Jacket, prying it open as he slid into the very outdated interior, plopping himself down into the seat and closing the lid on himself, and powering the thing back to life.
"Tezzzzzting, izzzz thizzzz thing on?" Panzer asked through the monitor, an audible crackle coming from the audio port, the model's issue being it's low stature and it's defunct radio communication device. Although off to a shaky start as Panzer nearly toppled over trying to walk over to where Vi-Poi was, the man piloting the P. Laffer Battle Jacket announced, "If I get to tzzzz ride thizzzzz thing, thenzzzz I will be able tozzzzzz join you guyzzz."
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Post by Chai on Apr 1, 2017 20:35:05 GMT
| A NEW HUE || CHAI'S PL: 76,288 | | GUARDIA'S PL: 57,216
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Guardia' eye rolled upwards- if he still had his mouth, it would most certainly be watering with the volume of a waterfall right now. He longed to be able to taste, feel, and have proper sight... Letting loose a longing sigh, the demonic blade would speak once more to Vi after he commented a little more on the Pastabilities resturaunt Guardia longed to eat at- specifically about their island cheese special. 'Ohhh, those always looked so good...' Guardia replied, his metallic eyelid lowering as he glanced off to the side. 'Someday, Pastabilites.... Someday.' The blade spoke, raising one of his crossguards into the air, shaking it like a fist. Chai couldn't hold back a brief snicker in response to his partner, earning a quick glare from the sword that quickly returned Chai's smile to a neutral frown.
The zoanthrope bit his lip in response to Vi commenting on "the thing." 'You know. The thing.' The floating sword commented. Now that he was fighting beside one of the strongest players in the universe's game, Vi made it clear that nothing was to be left on the floor. "I know. It's just..." The goat found himself trailing off. Taking a deep breath in, he continued. "The last time this information about this thing got out, we nearly died... Many of my friends perished in my place." Chai closed his eyes, remembering his big escape from his own universe. He and Guardia were the sole survivors of the fight. But even now, the duo was dead to their universe. 'It was the craziest of crazies!' Guardia jumped in once more, spreading his crossguards wide in emphasis. 'The thing is pretty much our origin story. There was politics, fighters, blood, death, argument, brutal murder, getting found, epic chase, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, coming here, and crashing with you guys because technically we're homeless!~' The demonic sword chimed in a singsong tone- he had mostly gotten over their leave from their universe, while Chai was still dwelling on their mistakes. Still, the blade glanced to the ground. 'But god damn... All that blood and death. In my millennia of being alive, I've never seen such...' The sword mused, shaking his form like a head soon after. 'No. No. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.'
Chai sighed. He told Bing, Tulip, and the others of his big secret, and so far it seemed that it was safe. So far, Chai saw no reason to distrust Vi-Poi... But overhearing Slump's comments about Vivian's lies put the goat on edge. It was best to save his story for another day- hopefully it was made clear now as to why they had to talk about it in private. Nonetheless, the android premier continued on. Chai's eyes would widen at the mention of Captain Nova, a leading member of KAOS. He was here in this universe too!? With comics and a movie series on the way?! Wow... The goat remained silent, his eyes glimmering like stars for a moment at the mention of one of his heroes back in his universe... Chai pondered what his world's Nova was up to right now, but shook those thoughts aside when Vi-Poi took off into the air, hopping into one of the Battle Suits, along with Panzer.
Chai grinned when Vi spoke of going on a mission for KAOS, with Guardia narrowing his eye in response to the premier when he offered to let them take a suit, or go in the buff. 'Is that a challenge?' The blade commented. Even without a mouth, the blade's confident glare made it clear that he was wearing a smile. 'Phah! I don't need no limbs to kick ass! ALL my limbs are tied behind my back, and I, Guardia, am still superior!' The blade declared, his headstrong bravado unwavering. Chai grabbed Guardia's hilt, bringing the sword back down to his side with a shrug. As much as he wanted to... the itchiness of his suit was slowly becoming unbearable. "But, maybe another time. I'm... not really dressed for a mission right now." Chai spoke, pulling on the collar of his dress wear with a frown. "Ugh, maybe I should have gotten a size up..."
TAGS: Rebecca E. Dewitt , Vi-Poi
OOC NOTES: About time I got to this post. Thank you for your patience!
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 5, 2017 7:00:45 GMT
Vi-Poi spread his arms in a shrug at Chai’s objection. A slew of bubbles blup-blup-blupped up from his mouth as he gawked, “You can’t fight in a suit? I used to only fight in a suit!” He stood in his seat and pulled taut the hem of his Don’t Throw a Hissy in West City shirt and slapped his gym shorts. “See what I’m wearing? It’s a total disaster! But that’s okay,” He said with a smile, raising a finger. “Because Kay-Oh Squadies aren’t required to wear uniforms or armor like the rest of the Army.” As an afterthought and with a thoughtful frown, he added, “Though armor is sometimes recommended.”
A yellow light wooped downed from the ceiling. “This is a yellow alert,” A crystal-cool voice intoned. “Airway Patrol reports highly-armed suspects fleeing west towards the Fukarou Forest with a convoy of stolen Baotendo Swaps. They're using lethal force.”
Vi-Poi let out a wordless cry. “Great news! Baotendo bandits!” He leaned over his console, peering at Panzer as he loaded himself into a Pigeon, their smallest unit. “You all set in there?” He glanced to Chai and Vivian. “Are y’all ready for a fight?” He jostled the controls, his Blue Fox responding nimbly, tapered legs lifting the frame silently from its crouch. “This isn’t exactly the kind of test I was thinking of, and we might be a little overkill, but it’s the perfect chance to showcase how we handle public affairs.” He lowered his lashes, flicking some more cockpit lights on, power coursing to the Blue Fox’s ki cannon and weapon suite. “Besides, the Boatendo Swap is like, the hottest gaming system since…” He trailed off. “Well, since a while. And lots of people have preordered it, and even more have waited weeks without stores resupplying with stock. Even big-name celebrities can’t get one!” He sounded a little hot about this now, like perhaps he, too, had been denied one. His fingers punched at the control keys more fiercely. “So it’s no stretch to say that this thievery could be a crisis of humongous proportions.”
He turned towards two giant blast doors that were opening in the ceiling. “Coming with me?” He asked, before running and launching the Blue Fox into the air, its jets leaving behind a billowing tail of white smoke.
“You can tell me about the thing on the way!” He yelled to Chai. “And Panzer, I can get you in good with Dr. Slouch, easy.” He still wanted a talking sword too, and was getting disappointed and a tad jealous at the thought that Guardia was a unique kind of thing that couldn't be reproduced. But maybe he could borrow the sharp-talking blade, sometime.
(Rebecca E. Dewitt )
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Apr 23, 2017 11:57:20 GMT
While Panzer was busy fiddling with the settings of his Pigeon Battle Jacket, Vivian was rather busy eavesdropping onto the conversation that Vi-poi, Chai, and his talking sword were having. Though some words were garbled from the distance put between the two major groups, she was catching some odd words that were interesting her quite a bit, as the two of them were being rather vague and secretive about some topic. Something that they referred to as 'The Thing,' and it was a thing that already interested her due to the words used to actively describe such a thing. Brutal Murder, Blood, Death, Epic Chases, Crashing! Oh god this sounded like some sort of action flick, but it was reality as it pertained to those two dorks who joined the BBA along with her. She just HAD to find out what this Thing was, or she was going to drive herself mad.
THEN THE YELLOW ALERT CAME IN AND RUINED HER CHANCES OF ASKING! Then again, he probably wouldn't say it in fears that she was there in the first place, if he was willing to talk about it with Vi-Poi without actually mentioning anything about it. In other words, that mean that the two of them were comfortable talking about it, meaning without her near it. She thought of coming up with a scheme in order to eavesdrop on them using Carmine, but knowing the Premier he'd catch Vivian on the spot if her little birdbot tried to pull recon and sneak in on it. So the next best choice was to linger around them.
As she instinctively walked towards the group, Panzer actually got a blip on his dashboard while he fiddled with the controls, working on the innards in order to fix the audio speakers. Looking onto the screen while reconnecting and disconnecting random wires, he noticed that he was already given a good location as to where they were, just as the bay doors were opening. Feeling a little cocky, Panzer got to work as he got himself back in the seat after shoving all the reconnected wires back together, and moved his Pigeon Battle Jacket through the doors, coincidentally leaving the base at the same time as Vi-Poi while managing to keep up the pace set by the Premier.
Meanwhile, as the two final stragglers remained in the base, Vivian piped up while saying, "Chai-guy, I want to hear about this THING." Pausing there, as she knew that the upfront route might be the oddest way to go about this seeing as how Chai was being super duper secretive about all of this, but she did have a plan. "Cause if you need anything, I'll come and help ya out. Ain't like I got anything better to do, besides stopping petty thieves with the strongest person on the planet of course!"
And with that, she hopped up in the air as her body zoomed right out of the building, chasing right after Vi-Poi and Panzer. And in mid-flight, Panzer heard that he could get some hook ups from Dr. Slouch, and all that could be heard from him was a Squee of excitement as he adds on, "Kami almighty that'd be amazing if you could!"
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