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Post by Mustyan on Mar 2, 2017 0:01:23 GMT
Powerlevel:20,000
*Currently Suppressed*
"My my that is a big Castle." Mustyan stood outside the Castle Mazoku a fortress forged in the plains of Namak by its new ruler, The emperor of the Mazoku Empire Xylo. He had heard of his Resounding victory against the sse forces on the Namak stunning as it was brilliant. He had only heard some word of mouth but the man seem to be tactically wise to win the battle despite the number disadvantage and from what he heard the queen. Yes, The queen of saiyans forced to flee or die. He didn't know which but either way it was a victory he savored despite him not being involved in the slightest. The empire he was born in was crushed by their power, the saiyans rushing and planting tree that destroyed all life. It was something he didn't feel too hard on war was war however, he could not help but have a little a tiny bit of satisfaction as they were beaten by the new Emperor of Namak. This Conquest, brought ideas to his head however, he was first and formost a thief though he did want to join this group prehaps he wanted to show skill and how would a thief not a warrior show their skill and usefulness to a new empire. He would steal from them? If they proved to weak or foolish to stop him then he would be rich so he thought it was a win win. If things did go sour he'd make his escape and leave the planet. However, if they saw his skill for what it was worth then it would be fine. Mustyan watched from a hill before getting to his feet heading towards the front of the Castle where the guards sat. Mustyan scouted the castle looking for some form of Entrance knowing he could not go through the front door.
He looked at the back climbing up the wall with his Ki as he grabbed a lock pick looking at the window. "I got to get through by breaking it but..." He paused, he didn't want to break the window to get in, he needed the key for later as he slammed his fist into the window breaking it open blood going down his arm as he leaped inside the room landing on knees as he began to sneak around. "Alright i need to figure out where all the gold and wealth is." The man walked around slowly sneaking around the great castle watching out for anyone around with great haste.
(Short Opening)
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Post by Mammon on Mar 2, 2017 1:50:39 GMT
For the Wealth, Glory and Alliance?
For Boredom
He strode through the castle like he owned it his boots clicking against the cloudy marble floor pronouncing his every movement with a 'TAP-UM' he wore a robe that rippled and molded itself around his figure from his shoulders down it clung to him form fitting and tight until becoming loose and billowing towards the hemline. He looked nothing more than some dark priest dedicated to some blood-soaked cult, it had symbols and depictions inlaid on the hem and around his shoulders holy icons distorted and stretched to mockery.
He had to commend himself on his get-ups they didn't disappoint, he was slotted in with the demon stereotypes like he had been shot out from the mold fully grown and spouting cliches, he had got up this morning really intending to do bad putting one boot on at a time ready to disappoint. The hall was empty or it had soon been with his appearance he had become the social pariah so often the people who enjoy work a little too much did. After all his job was to keep peace on the most peaceful planet in the galaxy so right out of the gate he started to abuse it, if he wanted something it was confiscated for in sighting civil disobedience, someone bumped into him locked up civil disobedience, but what did he have to steal, cheat, lie for, water? He was a boat left rudderless biding his time and going mad with the cabin fever.
He entered a room throwing the door open with a 'THUMP' letting it rattle on its hinges and bang against the wall sharp and clear, the room was furnished with cushions and low hanging curtains with a dim light that outlined rather than illuminated anything, a round object sat in the middle it was like someone had stacked two balls atop each other, with a long straw like thing protruding from it. He fell down into the pile sprawling out on it, he moved his hand to take the straw and stuck it in his mouth it bubbled and breathed out a thick sticky cloud, he sat back mindlessly smoking his hookah. The Caterpillar was going through his angsty phase.
"Why?" he breathed out the smoke his nostrils flaring as they expelled smoke like the metaphorical dragon sitting on his horde, except this time his trove of treasure was more pillow themed. He was starting to get introspective again, this was the first step to asking the big questions again 'why do I do these things', 'why do I exist', finally the big why, why did it all exist. And he'd be faced with the only answer he could give 'I don't know'. He didn't like the answers.
PL: 54,770
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Post by Mustyan on Mar 13, 2017 5:57:39 GMT
He prowled around looking for what he seeked, where all Lord Xylo's Treasure was stored. He was rich, he had probley obtained some type of Plunder at least something of value. His eyes darted around the hallways looking for anyone that might prove to be a threat but so far nothing, seem the castle was not filled to the brim with guards. He couldn't no sense a thing and carrying a scouter was not an option, it would make too much noise. Those things were not worth the time, too fragile, too annoying and in general useless for most if not all situations. He ran down the passage before stopping as he heard the opening of a door a large thumping echoing down the hall? Had more guards arrived, had he been found out? He shaked his head, their was no way he had been found so quickly, even the most powerful being in the universe would struggle to find him so fast. He had made sure to analyze the structure of every target. it was a normal castle, one build by emperors who want to show their strength he had raided many places like this before. Sure, the men he raided before were Breechan or Beppa warlords and not the Lord of Namak and Emperor of the Demon clan namakian but that didn't change much. He turned his head around the Corner seeing the Grey Demon, White horns stretching out of his head as he fell down landing on a pile of Cushions. He looked annoyed, the demon arrived at the worst time. It didn't seem like that was the treasure room but he really didn't know how to get past. He looked around as he slowly began to scale the wall to try and reach the ceiling. He'd climb over as he let his power go up slightly so he could fly off. He scaled up the wall as he reached the ledge over the door as he slowly began to inch above the door hopefully he didn't come out and find him.
*Power surged to 15 for a second before going back down*
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Post by Tomoka on Mar 28, 2017 20:52:10 GMT
"What a day..." Tomoka sighed as he walked through the doors of the castle, walking towards his dorm at a sluggish pace. He had been patrolling the city that day, and had, once again, found nothing. Hell, the day before hand, he had found a rather interesting blue man, but that wasn't worth his time now. While he had been in the city, he had tried to find a bit of... entertainment, but, unfortunately, there was a much bigger homogenized population on namek than he had previously thought... which meant there were no babes to look at.
Tomoka was headed back to his room, when his scouter picked up a sudden spike in power. It was small, but... 15... to... 3.
No. No, it couldn't be... how could it possibly be-
"That blue motherFUCKER!!!" Tomoka shouted, and he began running through the halls of castle mazoku, headed towards the power level. It was faint, barely big enough for his scouter to even pick up on, but he knew this was him. He had held his power back in the city, and it was clear he was trying to do it now. He had heard this one's intentions, and what he had thought of Xylo, and the fact that he was now in Xylo's own palace, strutting around like he owned the place, was making Tomoka's blood boil. He could imagine the blue man, walking around, trying to find out where the money was. It was INFURRIATING. Tomoka would run faster, until he could tell he was close. His power flared up now, a tiny ki ball forming in his hand. "Alright you son of a blue bitch, where are you?! I know you're here, so you better get out here before I round whichever corner you're hiding in and GUT YOUR THIEVING ASS!!!" Tomoka would now shout, anyone soldier who was near bye would be able to hear him perfectly. He would now click on the scouter, letting out beeps and bops to let the blue man know he was closing in.
"Ohhhhhhhhh man, you are so dead when the cavalry arrives bud! You aren't leaving this castle alive! Hell, maybe we'll shove you in the dungeons, and than you'll HAVE to join us! It'll seem like a much, much better offer than!" Tomoka growled, looking in open doorways once more. He had remembered how the blue man had brushed his offer to join the mazoku aside, and it had got him MAD. He didn't know where he would find the blue man, but when he did, he hoped he'd attracted the attention of a few more soldiers. If he couldn't beat this guy alone, he'd need a lot of help. With how many people he had come across being able to transform on this planet, and the unknown amount of power this guy had, the idea of fighting him alone was an unsettling, but all to possible option.
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Post by Mammon on Mar 29, 2017 4:50:00 GMT
For the Wealth, Glory and Alliance? Who are you?
Maybe on a good day it would've gained his attention, but it wasn't a good day. As the blue man group scaled the wall mission impossible style he didn't even bother looking up, you'd be surprised how many don't why would they after all what were they going to see a 'cloud, a roof'? He startled awake as the first bells of alarm went off in his head, the first sign of a headache swelling in some forgotten corner of his skull and was quickly rising to the surface as THAT voice was heard. He groaned and slowly got to his feet like a snake uncoiling his movements were fluid and wasted no energy on unnecessary stumbling, and to think he was going to get some sleep.
"You." he said in the tones of the annoyed, it went with the sentences like 'you are disturbing me' 'you are annoying me' 'I will break YOU'. "What are you doing here?" his sense stretched out for the first time he entered that room and the masked power now softly cooing to him, bidding him to turn around and so he did he blinked once then twice noticing the Brenchian for the first time. "Who are you? Who is he." he addressed Mustyan, and then Tomoka. "Explain." he said leaving little to no room to argue.
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Post by Mustyan on Mar 29, 2017 5:20:53 GMT
He heard the yelling, he heard the screaming and he heard the howling of an annoying hound. A Namakians born hound, just his luck. This Tomoka seemed to be whooping and screaming he awoke the guard. The guard was not even paying attention he was snoozing and he would have got away. This Demon seemed groggy however that would be his one way out of this. The demon would need time to awake as he landed in front of Mammon bowing his head. "Forgive me I got lost, I had just arrived I wish to bring the Lord of Namak a gift but while I was let inside the castle I got lost I didn't want to awake you by walking past your room and as you can see this saiyan didn't think about you. I hope you can forgive me Mr...." he paused looking up, "Forgive me the guards must of forgot to speak of you, I apologize for not knowing your name, and I am assuming your one of the well trained soldiers of the great lord Xylo." He said his silver tongue working his magic. He needed time to find a way to escape; the mission was botched with so many people if the saiyan had kept his mouth shut. Those damn scouters were so annoying same with the saiyan. If this worked all out he would break that foolish boy's arm. Teach him a lesson that was for sure.
He turned looking at the saiyan nodding his head. “What did I do good sir, you go wooing and screaming like a child as if the whole castle got set on fire I am just a breechan here to celebrate in the victories of the great lord Xylo, nothing more and nothing less." He said bowing to the saiyan. He looked up at the savage a numb look on his face turning to the demon. "Forgive I’m assuming your people are not such savages yes you seem to be a reasonable man instead of this savage who claims all this slander against my name without any sort of evidence of a crime, I’m assuming you however, will listen to what I have to say." he bowed his head to the Demon. After all those who are flattered, they may be willing to let some step aside. Perhaps, this demon had the same thought as him; he doubted he had been there for the conquest itself. But the Strength of won breeds a fester of weakling to lick at the feet of one man. Of course he'd tell the demon none of that, he was in no position to call himself that powerful in his own right. A one armed man didn't have much to talk about in terms of power.
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Post by Tomoka on Mar 29, 2017 19:55:52 GMT
Tomoka had skidded to a halt when he heard that single, terrifying word hover in the air. "You." Tomoka's hands began shaking, and he turned to his side, to see the terrifying form of mammon before him. Tomoka went limp, remembering. Remembering back to that single patch of land, where mammon's terrifying form had revealed itself. He had walked forth, and he had spoken of his plans for Tomoka... looking back on occasion, Tomoka might have actually willingly cooperated with Tabu and his various orders, had the threat of torture not come. Tomoka was trying to get the dragon balls, and sitting in a cell for a few days before he was inevitably released was something he was very capable of achieving. But he had heard of the various methods of torture used throughout the galaxy, and he had no idea what insidious ways of extracting information had been developed in the demon realm, and he had even less of an idea as to how willing Mammon would be to use them.
Instinctively, Tomoka bowed his head, kneeling before his superior. "F-forgive me... my lord." Tomoka would say as he stood back up, trying to take control of his body, but it was no use. He remembered as Mammon had threatened to impale him as he would a pig with his... sword. He remembered, as he lay dying on the ground, as Mammon kicked him in the ribs. Tomoka wasn't conscious, but the pain that he had endured from the single kick was excruciating. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't know he even existed. He was no longer self aware, just a camera, looking at various images he saw within the cold confines of his own mind. But, the overwhelming fear and trauma that Tomoka felt for Mammon, was not instilled by the blue man who lied before him, twisting the truth like a string of cloth. So, Tomoka temporarily forgot his fear, and spoke.
"Oh, how I wish I could wipe that look off your face, you lying blue bastard." Tomoka thought, seething in anger. "He is indeed one of lord Xylo's best, and he has a power level well over 60,000, so you shall pay him the respect a being of his power deserves." Tomoka would now say as he stood at attention before Mammon, and began to speak in a formal, yet strong tone. "Sir, this man is lying. I entered the castle only," Tomoka checked the time on his scouter, "2 minutes ago. I would've been notified had a stranger who had come in to pay tribute to our master simply waltzed in. I was returning to my dormitory, when I detected a power level go from around 3 to 15 in a single burst. Sir, you know as well as I do the reason why someone who wishes to pay respect to lord Xylo would need to keep his power down. The answer that you and I already know is a simple one: he does not have such a gift, and wishes to keep himself hidden, so he may cause harm to the Mazoku!" Tomoka said angrily, thinking in his mind, "I have you now, you thieving punk!"
"A few days ago, I encountered this man on a rooftop, suppressing his power like he is now. He was searching, and I think I know what he was searching for: for a law abiding citizen who so happened to have filled pockets walk by, so he could take his well earned zeni!" Tomoka said this in a matter of fact tone, crossing his arms. "He claims to be here to pay homage to our master, but why would he be crawling on the ceiling of this isolated room? Why would he be on a ceiling to begin with?!" Tomoka asked, Mammon, who still had a dangerous look on his face, causing Tomoka's bravery to disappear. "In... in any case," Tomoka would now mumble, talking in a much more reserved tone, "This one is now here to steal all of Xylo's rightfully earned, yet scarce- yes, scarce," Tomoka would say to the blue man, trying to tell the fool that he was trying to pick a skeletons corpse bare, for while the mazoku were strong, their finances were not the greatest. "Riches. He doesn't wish to give, he wishes to take, from a being he thinks has no real power. And I know he believes this for one reason: he told me HIMSELF!" Tomoka would speak more adbruptly once more, his anger becoming visible yet again. "Sir, I know that I have not served Lord Xylo for long, but I would not use him to lie, and than try and steal from him, surely you know this! I warn you now, sir: if we do not kill or lock him up immediately, we will have made a serious mistake!"
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Post by Mammon on Apr 1, 2017 11:12:36 GMT
For the Wealth, Glory and Alliance?
The Answer
He blinked as his life flashed through his eye's, well that's what he would have said to describe it as he stood there for a thousand year explanation of what was happening here and now and everything else since ever. "Stop." he held up a hand. "All I know is I was going for a nap, maybe a bit of lunch afterwards. But now I'm faced with a decision." he mused out loud for a while 'hmming' a lot as he did for added effect. "I have made my decision, you two will fight. Winner is right. Might makes right, the Mazoku way as I heard." and he sat back onto the pillows they mushroomed out from his impact, he lazed there staring up at the two with the expression that said without speaking 'amuse me'.
"Fight!" he waved his hand in front of him in a chopping motion like one of those girls you find sandwiched between two cars in street races, except his was a lot less 'sexy' and a whole lot more 'if you don't start fighting I will'. |
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Post by Mustyan on Apr 1, 2017 21:46:17 GMT
He looked at Mammon, "60,000 huh." he said as if he was honored in truth he eyes almost burst out of his sockets. Now Mustyan was no expert on powerlevel and he could not sense but 60,000 did sound like a lot. Hopefully he didn't tick the demon off he didn't want to deal with a powerful demon in combat. He was not arrogant enough to think he was even that powerful. He was glad that idiot spat all that info out now he knew he should run if the chance arose. He turned to Tomoka, " I don't think you noticed good sir I been paying him respect by trying not to disturbed him and you came and yelled at the top of your lungs." He said crossing his arms as he looked at the Saiyan as he said all this stuff without a hint of evidence. He might have worried if the demon didn't seem as tired as he was. He didn't seem to care all that much just wanting some z's. He could respect that, as a thief there was always that one guard though this time this guard was powerful, too powerful if what this saiyan was saying was true. He didn't know scouter to be that off, so his problem was not trying to act cool for once. He looked at the saiyan as he finished up him looking at the saiyan, "Can you prove I was in that town?" He said calmly as he turned, "Or perhaps your just a racist, you say all this stuff but you can't prove that anyone else saw me." He said crossing his left arm over his chest as he looked back at the demon. He nodded to the demon, " If you wish I will fight, this fool thinks that he can just step over me like he is better than me I will defend myself if that is what the laws command of me." He said as he powered up to his "Max" It was only a 1/4th but it should be enough for the whelp at least he hoped. He didn't know how strong he was really but if he was afraid to fight him in the first place he must have been all bluster and no strength. He had a calm and collected expression as he looked at the saiyan, "I'll give you the first strike as you wish to accuse me that am the only courtesy you will get from me." He said with a hint of Venom. He assumed the saiyan would back down but if he didn’t well this would be quite fun. Wiping the arrogance of the saiyan and the foolishness he made in trying to angry and harms the thieving of Mustyan the Blue Devil. He turned his left arm pointing at him like he was holding a rapier his eyes darting around the area. He would try and use the area around him to defeat the saiyan that would be the easiest. Powerlevel Set to 5,000 Tomoka |
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Post by Tomoka on Apr 2, 2017 13:22:09 GMT
Tomoka heard the reply from Mammon, and was glad it didn't begin with a ki blast between the eyes. As Mammon would say that they would fight, Tomoka would take a look at the blue man, a nervous grin forming on his face. He knew that the blue man was stronger than him, but he knew that the blue man didn't know how strong HE was. So, Tomoka realized, the blue man would probably try and set his real power down to a certain amount, give Tomoka the upper hand, than end it. Tomoka realized this rather swiftly, and figured out that there was only one solution: beat him while he was weakened. If Tomoka could catch him off guard at such a weak amount of strength, and than successfully defeat him, than his victory was assured.
And what he heard come out of the blue man's mouth next was... unimaginably angering. "You... think I'm a racist?" Tomoka would respond quietly, his power growing. "You think... I'M A RACIST?!" Tomoka shouted as he ran towards the blue man, his fist connecting with his face. "Racists don't judge people by their actions!" Tomoka would shout as he elbowed the blue man in the back. "Racists don't try and provide a reasonable explanation to kill someone!" Tomoka's foot would hit the blue man in the ribs, a crack being heard. "And racists don't serve someone that doesn't LOOK LIKE THEM!" Tomoka would shout as he flew into the air, pulling his hand up behind him, a red ki blast forming in his hands. "Now taste the red death!" he would shout down at him, and would throw the blast directly at the blue man. He knew that the man would absorb most of the attack, so any surrounding part of the room wouldn't be heavily damaged. He would quickly swoop down, and pull the blue man from the blast after it was done causing damage. He would, in quick succession, bring a set of punches into his lower chest, most likely severely injuring the man, after he had already been injured by the blast. "I know for a fact that this isn't you at maximum, and I know for a fact that whenever I set my ki to a lower amount, I received a metric ass load more damage from an attack I should've easily been able to overcome. So that right there, my dear, thieving blue FUCK," He would say as he spit in his eye, "with the combination of that blast, and the amount of damage I just gave you," Tomoka would say as he landed next to the man, venom in his voice, "makes you nearly FUCKING DEAD!" He would shout at the man, the only thing in his mind anger, and a feeling of victory, as he thought that he had already won. He didn't know if he had, but he knew that there had been a lot of damage. Tomoka would stand up now, flying backwards a few feet, as he turned to Mammon.
"He set his power to a lower amount than it actually is. I ask that you let me take this victory away, even if it is only against probably..." Tomoka would click his scouter, looking at the man's power once more. "Well, I can't see what it was than and now, but I can tell that it was probably only a real third of his strength, which is why I was able to catch him off guard before he could power up to maximum." Tomoka would now kneel before mammon, confidence in his face. "Now... my a remove myself from this situation? I do not fear him, but if he gets back up, he's going to be a hell of a lot stronger."
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Red death (ki attack grade one) used! 33% of 7,430= 2,477!
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Post by Mustyan on Apr 9, 2017 0:12:43 GMT
(Given permission by Mammon to move this thread forward)
"Yah I do I think you’re a racist." He said calmly looking at the man as he was raging out. He was going to fight that was good. AS the man rushed forward Mustyan moved to dodge but the first blow caught him off guard, he was fast. Mustyan slid back as the man keep barking as he flew around to elbow him in the back Mustyan being hit as he staggered forward. "You’re fast." He muttered softly as the man flew over his leg flying forward as Mustyan put his Left arm in the way sliding back. The man attack name was stupid, Red death...huh. A dumbass name for a dumbass. How fitting of the saiyan of his rank and class. To think he was worth something beyond trash. The Blast flew Mustyan putting his arm in the way as he was hit his arm snapping back as he coughed some blood out of his mouth flying into a wall full force. He could here Tomoka flying forward to grab him as he kicked off the wall to avoid the punches. He was good no doubt, well not really. He was a pushover but it was fun to think. Tomoka however spat at him it hitting his eyes as Mustyan stopped for a moment rubbing his eye. He looked back at Tomoka. His smile had turned to a frown as if to say he had messed up. That he did, he had messed up. Mustyan shoulder sagged slightly as he looked at the saiyan. "He said it was a fight why you turning to tail thinking you can disrespect me and run away." Mustyan moved forward looking at the saiyan, “When were done here you’d better know your place you don’t know anything.”
Mustyan eyes were filled with rage, "Trying to step on me like i am some weakling then try and run back to your friend over there and think you going to get away, he said if the winner is the right one and he is right in some sense." He stepped forward, "Throughout history, the winner had gotten the spoils and written the history. Look at the Saiyans, they faced no punishment and they won. They will be writing the history generations after us will read and see them as some Great War hero's even though they used the most vials of tactics by sucking the life out of worlds for the fun of it." He looked at Tomoka, "I'll tell you something your x3 marks that was is off by a long shot, i won' tell you what it truly is cause i don't need an ounce of my true strength to defeat you." His aura exploded as the cloak around his right arm flew off reveling the lump of flesh that was left. The lump that had been left back on konats. His powerlevel was exploding increasing nearly fourfold though it took some time perfect for a little speech "I've faced children with more strength then you!" He kicked off the ground rushing at the saiyan as he pulled his arm back. This Saiyan had stepped on the wrong spot, he had assumed he’d get away with it cause someone strong was at his back. He didn’t care if this saiyan got his ass whooped the outcome mattered not. Not now, he had enough sense of pride to teach this saiyan a lesion "First things first, if you’re going to make a name of an attack it should have some meaning your attack is all bluster."
He pulls back his left arm trying to elbow Tomoka straight in the jaw and whether or not it connected he rushed forward to knee him in the gut. "Don't turn around on me your back should be facing your foe while their still alive did that Scouter of yours break when you realized how bad you messed up you never spit on someone that is in every way shape and form better then you!" He said as he swung back his left arm going for a last attack a chop to the ribs in order to knock the wind out of him in an attempt to prove his point. Tomoka was....simply put, weak.
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Mustyan has removed all his suppression going to a powerlevel of 20,000
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Post by Tomoka on Apr 11, 2017 21:31:16 GMT
Tomoka had felt the jab to the neck instantly, and had fallen just as fast, all his oxygen gone. He wheezed on the ground, and began to cough, blood falling from his mouth. He looked down, and blinked quickly, wiping the blood from the floor, bringing it to his eyes so he could look upon it. He wiped it in his fingers, and than looked back up at the blue man. Instinctively, he clicked his scouter, and his heart sank. "twenty... thousand." He said aloud, and a trace of fear could be picked up in his voice. Another opponent 3 times his strength. Another failure. Another beating, another blast... next thing you know, he'd shoot a beam out of his mouth after he transformed and quadrupled his power.
Tomoka was terrified. "No... no no no... NO!!!" He shouted, and attacked in a flurry of punches, not sure if he would even lay a finger on him. He didn't care how effective the attacks were. He just had to bring him down. Just had to bring him down! "I WON'T LET YOU!" he shouted as he kicked him in the ribs, causing him to move a few inches in the opposite direction, but that didn't stop the blue man from responding with attacks of his own, leaving Tomoka in serious pain. His determination was as massive as the pain he felt, but he wasn't ready to fall just yet. Not until he would see the blue man fall first. The only good thing he had to be glad about was that the blue man had exaggerated his strength, which was indeed a good thing. He had said that Tomoka was nothing to him, but in fact, he was still a third of his strength, far from an ounce. All of these thoughts had brushed through his mind quickly, however, as he was now focused on knocking down the blue man. He knew he couldn't beat him, but he didn't care. If he could do that, he might be able to impress Mammon enough to be able to actually keep his head on his shoulders.
Tomoka kept attacking, not sure which of his attacks hit, and which missed, but from the look of the blue man, there was hardly any damage dealt at all. Why would there be? He had a power level that was only a third of his opponent's. There was no way he could defeat the man. Tomoka simply couldn't keep up. Finally, he figured it out: he wasn't going to win, he realized. There was simply no way that he could beat him, it was impossible. If he did, he might die from exhaustion... a fate that he didn't want to deal with. Tomoka would continue punching with every opening he got, until finally, he managed to find a chance to attack. Just as the blue man attacked, Tomoka quickly created a series of after images, and managed to get behind the blue man. He thrust his punch forward, and didn't bother to look to see if he hit or not. If he did, he couldn't feel it, for his hand would be far to numb. He would simply fall back down, with bruised hands, cracked armor, and a desperation for victory. He didn't want to know what Mammon would do to him if he had failed to win. Mammon had threatened to murder him for talking to much, which he had done, and was clearly enraged by him busting into his room when he had found the blue man. He didn't want to figure out, and hoped that if the blue man had managed to dodge, he would end him, then and there.
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Afterimage (SU1) used!
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Post by Mammon on Apr 19, 2017 4:04:12 GMT
For the Wealth, Glory and Alliance?
The noise, the noise!
He wanted to bury his head between the pillows and pretend this was just one very loud dream, the kind you get when you sleep next to the airport where you inevitably need a doctor and the pilots are out cold for some reason, at least in that kind of dream he'd get those little airplane peanuts a small constellation prize for the trouble. But alas here and now there was no airborne confectionary and people in snazzy uniforms to bring him any, shame really. "Alright, alright. If you can be quiet for one second I might be able to come to a decision." he rubbed the bridge of his nose as if trying to rub thought back into his head behind all the sleep and head thumping pain. "He said you were here to steal something, I don't know what you think you'll find here on Namek, besides water and some strange coloured bushes but you're welcome to it."
"In fact, I insist you take something you can have this thing." he indicated Tomoka with a gesture that said 'you've won a new car!' minus the streamers and cheering studio audience. "You can have him as a slave or something. But seriously get lost before I'm expected to do something." he drew a line across his neck with an extended finger making a 'quek' sound like someone was strangling a duck or simply all the air had run out of an old man's throat seeking a better less smelly home, whatever the sound was he made it. "Cause I'll introduce your face to your colon, permanently."
He sprawled out between the matt of pillows trying to find bliss in their fabric, but he found nothing but Brechian on Saiyan action which was decidedly a lot less appealing than it sounded. "Oh, loud mouth next time you make another speech and whine." he gave it a moments thought as if he was trying to encompass the entire situation and not leave any room for argument. "About well anything, I'll give you to the men I know they needed a new plaything since the last one broke. Mercenaries what can you do with them." |
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Post by Mustyan on Apr 19, 2017 4:24:07 GMT
Mustyan looked down as the saiyan as he seemed scared as hell at the power Mustyan was pumping out. Of course he should of bean he was weaker. All that bluster for nothing maybe they'd teach the Saiyans not to mess with those stronger than them. The man began to throw his punches as Mustyan backpedaled blocking them with quick flicks of his arm deflecting the blows rather than taking them head on. He was the type to focus more on speed and skill then his pure strength. Mustyan just blocked and dodged he didn't even attack at all. He would not even give that man a chance he was going to end it with one more attack. One more attack that was all he needed to do. Some of Tomoka attack hit him though he was not in serious pain from them. If he was going to go on a full defensive stance he was going to take some hits but he was not worried about being knocked out. The saiyan keep throwing punch after punch until it seemed he had nothing left. He looked down at the Saiyan a glare of pity. The saiyan had given up and he knew why. The gap was so big he was not going to win. He would have felt bad if he was not a monkey. If he was not a person who enraged him. If it was not a man who was so pitiful. He turned looking at the demon who said he could have Tomoka the breechan blinking. "This Thing your going to give me this thing, I don't get given things the only thing worth given this man is a royal as swooping which I plan to do." He said looking at the demon annoyed. He thought that was a prize if he was going to give him something it had to be value. Being attached to this man would reduce his own value. It was like a trophy that needed food and water. That was a waste of money and the breechan never wasted money. "Don't worry I’m going to be out pretty quick I just need to finish this but no I don't want your prize but maybe if he gets some wallowing of humility maybe he can become useful to you and your master." He said as he pulled his right arm into the air the stub surging with Ki as his Ki began to rise. "Now let me make this simple, I am about to stab my fist right through your chest and I’m going to wiggle it around and then drop you out of the window until someone picks you up then I’m going to go home." The Breechan said pulling his arm back as a blue aura formed around him his legs surging with the majority of the Ki, "Bullet." He kicked off the ground rushing at Tomoka with even more powerlevel. He had doubled his strength he went to his max to show the difference in power. He brought his arm back the Ki forming a sword around his arm, "Right Arm Revenge!" He swung his arm out attempting to impale Tomoka through the chest though it'd not be fatal. The wound would problem just knock him out though they would have to see. Maybe the saiyan would pull out some trick and defend himself from his strongest attack. If he was able to impale the saiyan he'd fling him out of the window causing him to fall to hit the cold Namak ground near all the water and tree's. He hoped that teach the saiyan a lesson. *Transformed to Breechian bullet x2 so 40,000 powerlevel* *Used Mp3:Right Arm Revenge Powerlevel:40,000* *Attempting to knock him out and throw him out of the window with a flick of a wrist.* Tomoka |
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Post by Tomoka on Apr 23, 2017 16:46:50 GMT
These words... these words were... something.
It had all happened so fast. So very, very fast. He had managed to strain himself to look up, and had heard what Mammon had said. "You... what?" He rasped, looking at Mammon with a look of fear, but with anger. "What?!" He asked to none, before he pulled himself up. "Alright than... I'm property now? After I betrayed my empire, my queen, and my people, I am to be owned?" He asked, anger in his eyes as he turned to face the blue man once more. "I know you gentlemen want entertainment, but, if you would be so kind... I'd rather not spend the rest of my life AS FUCKING PROPERTY!" Tomoka shouted as he brought his fist forward... but he missed. For what happened next was simple: the blade coming from the blue man would crack through his armor, and cut into his stomach, forcing him to the edge of the window, as the blade would exit out the other end of his stomach.
Tomoka blinked. What... had happened? Was he... impaled? No... this couldn't be happening. He looked down at his chest, staring at the arm of the blue man as it began to twist, and he screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" He would scream, the pain beyond anything, even the blast he had felt against the Namek Tabu, all those weeks ago. "Ahhh.... ahhh.... GAHHHHHH!!!" He would scream once more, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. He would cough, blood covering the face of the blue man as he did so. But through the pain, he would pull himself forward, gritting his teeth, as he looked into the blue man's eyes, and whispered. "Listen... you blue bastard... I... will make you... suffer... and I'm gonna start... by tearing off your other arm." Tomoka would rasp, before spitting on the blue man, and allowing his impaled body to fall to the ground below.
A normal man would've been killed by such a high fall, though to Tomoka, it couldn't even be felt. The amount of strength, and pain that he had now, made anything else impossible to feel. He would lay there, on the ground, dying. Was... this it? He couldn't die here... he had so much to do... so very, very much to do. How long had he been trying to get the dragon balls? How long had he been trying to complete this goal, the nearly impossible goal? How long had he served these unfeeling monsters, who liked to let their own soldiers get impaled, and than thrown out windows for the fun of it? He had allowed himself to be pushed around, called weak, called pathetic, and be used... no more. No longer would he be called weak. No longer would he be abused in such ways. He had allowed this to happen on Vegeta for far to long, for years, upon years, upon years. On namek, things would be different.
Every day of every weak of every month of every year waiting for the war, he would train. He would train, and train, and train. Every chance he got, he would train. Every single day he would get stronger, so, when the time came, he would tear the blue man limb from limb, and utterly destroy the monster that was Mammon. Than, none but Xylo would stand above him, and the galaxy would belong to those who it should belong to: the strongest, and most powerful ruler. Which is why, through the pain and blood loss, Tomoka managed to crawl back into the halls of the castle, and head to the medical facilities within the castle. He would lay there for what seemed like hours, imagining as a figure wrapped in a golden glow, with jet black hair and snow white eyes, tore the blue man apart before him. It was like unwrapping a present... it was glorious. He would watch as the same figure beat Mammon senseless, and watch him climb the ranks of the empire, unchecked, unhindered.
Tomoka knew what he was witnessing was fantasy. Something that could never happen. He could kill Mustyan, and he could attempt to hurt mammon, but not really. Mammon was leagues above him, and it would take a massive amount of training to become stronger than Mammon, which is something Tomoka was all to willing to attempt to achieve. Tomoka, after an hour of rest, got up, and headed to his dorm.
There he would lay, the whole in his chest completely healed, no indication but for a small scar that had taken root across his stomach, but no real pain came from the slash. Tomoka would look around, and he would turn to his side, getting ready to sleep. He had much to dream about to night. Of power, wealth, women, but most importantly: revenge. Revenge on the blue man for causing so much pain, and trying to manipulate every single action Tomoka did. He wanted revenge on Mammon, for not caring enough about his job to even try and prevent the deaths of one of the few soldiers on Namek who were loyal to Xylo, who actually served him with genuine reverence. Tomoka felt this way, and yet Mammon had try to sell him, like he was a piece of furniture, or a prize on one of those cheesy Earth game shows. Tomoka had felt his power grow, and knew it would only be a short amount of time before he surpassed the blue man without transforming in the way he did, and it wouldn't take long before he would surpass him when he transformed. And when it was all said and done, Tomoka would locate the blue man, and take his revenge.
The matter of how he would deal with Mammon was... different. Mammon was leagues above him, and he knew that demons could unlock an even stronger transformation than a blue man, as Tomoka would recall just how strong Dantalion had gotten when he had appeared to transform before him. Tomoka had no doubt that demons could transform even farther, becoming maybe even 10x as strong as they normally were. That would mean that there was only one time that Tomoka could defeat Mammon in single combat: it would be on the full moon. He knew other planets in the system could act as satellites to namek, providing enough blutz waves for him to access his oozaru state. If Tomoka could gain proper control over this form, and bring his base power up to Mammon's, he would achieve victory over him, there was no question. Tomoka would than stand atop the ranks of Xylo's forces, second only to the mazoku lord himself, and to anyone stronger than this. How powerful would Tomoka be by this point? He knew he would achieve this strength, it was fact. His power was skyrocketing, and he knew he could only become stronger, stronger than he ever had been. This would take months, maybe years to achieve, but he knew he had to make it much shorter. Talks of the imminent invasion were growing, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before he was thrust into the battlefield. This meant that all his time had to be dedicated to training, and training alone.
But now was not the time to train. He was injured still, and tired. Tired from the battle... no, fight... not even that, beat down, that had taken place. He had been humiliated, and he had been utterly defeated at the hands, no, hand, of one who should've been vaporized the moment he had been discovered. However, he knew the truth of might, and he knew he could not make it benefit him in the state he was in. What he needed to do now was rest, and rest he would do. Rest, train, revenge. Rest, train, revenge. Revenge. Revenge.
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Exiting thread as a free man, with PL.
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