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Post by BACON on Mar 6, 2017 1:35:45 GMT
Is it done yet? BACON sent telepathically, walking into a large warehouse. Its newest project, worked on by dozens of workers, was finally paying off. A ship, to take BACON's abilities beyond that of before, to send its terror to the sea. "Y..Yes, Captain BACON sir!" One of the workers yelled, stammering as he did a clumsy salute. SHUT UP! BACON said, kicking the worker as it walked over to the boat. It was a bulky ship, large and grey with several guns all around the edge. It had a large area held up above the main deck with metal pillars for holding equipment. Excellent... Are the rockets for taking off into the water complete? BACON asked, grinning. "Yes!" And the bombs? "Of course, sir!"I think I'll try it out... BACON climbed up onto the ship, heading to the front of the ship where the control panel was. It immediately began a propulsion system, shooting away towards the ocean as a large panel door opened. As soon as the ship pulled away, it pressed one large button, dropping several bombs in the warehouse. So long! It yelled as the warehouse exploded behind it. As BACON's ship shot through the land and went into the water, it amplified its telepathy across the ocean with several large speakers. EVERYONE HERE! I'M COMING FOR YOU! YOU DON'T LIKE IT? WELL THEN... COME AND GET ME!
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Post by Hala on Mar 6, 2017 19:19:43 GMT
Power Level – 1,300
Word Count – 524
Zzz… Zzz… The crystalline waters of the south were calm, driven only by a mild wind and easy-going ocean currents. There were no storm clouds on the horizon, nor were there any monstrous sea serpents craving human flesh turning the tides into a bloodbath of bubbling froth. In the open expanse of sapphire, gleaming like a diamond beneath the rays of the sun, an iceberg drifted gently. That iceberg also seemed to be snoring, a bubble of clear mucus inflating slowly with every deep breath. Whatever the bubble’s creator was dreaming of, it must have been having some unorthodox influence on what was coming out of their nose, for the shape of it was oddly reminiscent of a T-bone steak.
Zzz… Zzz… Pointed teeth and sharpened horn glimmered softly, painted with a membrane of blueish verglas and wrapped messily by a few loose coils of snowy hair. Skin the colour of salmon flesh, bound in linen and gauze and similarly glazed with a thin and partial melt, seemed to give off a subtle aura the colour of cherry blossom. This was Hala, trapped in a state of deep sleep as her curious craft continued on across the waves. One hand loosely held a rather large and hollow gourd, the other lay gently upon her bare stomach. What had been forged to resemble a somewhat regal canal gondola now looked like little more than a beanbag chair of frosty white and clear blue.
Toes touched brine. The bubble popped.
“Zz– Huh… What?” Lady Gelidra blinked: “Why are my feet wet? What is this…?” Pulling sandal-clad soles from the blue, the Demoness made to stand upon her glacial carriage. Sitting up had immediate side effects. A pounding, drilling sensation seemed to shoot from the crown of her skull straight down to the pit of her stomach. The combination of nausea and pain was atrocious, her eyes shutting tight as she winced. The gourd slipped from her grasp and fell into the water, making a soft plopping sound and gurgling a little before buoyancy took hold. The woman snarled. Her skin was now a fairer and cooler shade of rosé, while her snowy veil of hair billowed tempestuously behind her.
She stamped the ice beneath her feet.
“What imbecile crafted this vessel?” the red-skinned revenant roared, amnesiac as to the origins of the drifting berg. Indeed, she was about to unleash a torrent of verbose hellfire upon her unlucky self when something else came to mind. Not a thought, but a feeling – words spoken from afar rang clear in her mind. Telepathy, was it? Whoever had been so bold as to state such a thing, their presence was quickly made known to the drifting devil. While she turned to scout the sparkling horizon, her vicious gaze settled upon the most ridiculously awkward of sights. Coming in at speed, apparently propelled by rockets, was a hefty seafaring monstrosity. If not for the fact that she was already par frozen and in a terrible mood, her blood might have actually ran cold, because that ship was on a rather quick collision course with Lady Hala.
“Holy cr–”
CRAAASH…
Hala enters the fray!
Lady Hala (66023c)
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Post by Mozzarel on Mar 8, 2017 23:40:10 GMT
current PL: 2,000 "Excuse me sir, can you spare me a piece of that?" A hushed voice said, coming from a small human, seemingly dirty, wearing unclean clothes and a stenchy aura. The golden maned Brenchian blinked, looking down to the figure that seemed to be talking to him. He kept his eyes on the boy a moment then looked to the meat stick in his hand, the juice was still dripping from it and the smell of it came with the steam that irradiated off of it. Moza looked back to the boy with a smirk. "Sorry, I can't do that" he looked to the meat in his hand and then inched it towards his red dinosaur steed. "Symphony likes to clean her plate, if I give this here meat to you then she will probably want you to eat-" He said before Symphony, the red dinosaur snatched the meat stick from his hands, if you would ask him he'd say that's her when she was being polite, not that she was much of a fighter to begin with. The small boy's eyes dimmed as he held a cloth over his body.
"Oh...I see..." As the boy was moving to walk away, Moza grabbed his shoulder, the boy turned to see what he could possibly want only to see that Moza had another meat stick in his hand. "You can have this one, don't know why I bought three- and I already ate mine so this one is yours I guess'" He said in a nonchalant manner, the poor boy's eye widened and he took the meat gracefully. "Thank you sir..." he said before taking a tiny bite out of the meat. Moza just nodded his head rubbing the bridge of Symphony's snout. His eyes widened when he heard a loud BOOM, not too far from where he was standing, next thing he knew some contraption flew from land into the sea at which made him smile. "Sorry kid, that's exploration calling my name, don't eat it too quick" He said before hopping on his mount, Symphony (with a roar) sprinted forward.
In no time, Symphony brought Moza within boarding range of this thing, a ship from the looks of it. Hopping off of Symphony letting her retreat to land he hopped onto the deck of the ship, one hand on his steel ball and the other on his hat, intruder alert!
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Post by BACON on Mar 9, 2017 0:57:07 GMT
BACON looked up as its ship soared through the water, as it seemed to be close to hitting an iceberg. Too late to stop now, it saw a strange woman, with red skin sleeping in the iceberg. What is... OH! PERSON! BACON said telepathically, sending it to anyone nearby. It used Telekinesis to aim all of the many guns at the iceberg, charging them with ki, while yelling "FIYA!" The ki charged bullets hit the hull, as the Saibaman quickly pulled a lever and turned a wheel on the control panel, turning off the rocket propellers and turning to the left, right as the ship was about to hit the iceberg. HAHA! SURRENDER, INHABITANTS OF ICE SHIP, OR FEEL WRATH OF BACON! BACON yelled telepathically while jumping with one leg on the control panel. It saw something move in the corner of its eye, and turned around, seeing a man with blue skin dressed in an odd manner. Huh? What you do here? BACON asked, rushing towards that side of the deck. WHY YOU ON BACON SHIP!? BACON yelled, rushing towards the man, before jumping towards the man's face, claws barred yelling, "GIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGI!" (I sorta wanna make this a no tech, no KP battle, you guys OK with that or you wanna do KP?)
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Post by Hala on Mar 9, 2017 18:37:14 GMT
Power Level – 1,300
Word Count – 451
“Well, I did not expect to get shot at today,” Hala seethed, having managed to escape a soggy fate by abandoned her frozen gondola. Claws scraped and scratched against the reinforced hull of the rocket-powered ship – talons forged of serrated ice that wrapped around her bandaged extremities like translucent gauntlets. Inch by inch she clambered up the side of the armed and armoured galleon, fangs baring all the while as she registered what the grammatically challenged Captain had been saying through psychic exchange.
“Grargh… Hangovers are the worst,” the Demoness hissed: “Alright, who is the jackass who threatened me?”
Crunch! “Because I am not in the f*€%ing mood for this s#!+,” she bellowed viciously, flipping herself over the guard rail of the ship. The hull’s smooth flank was left scratched and dented in her wake, frigid fingers clenching tightly before shattering into twinkling pieces. A wicked gaze of hot amber scoured the deck of the floating fortress, honing in upon the silhouettes of two individuals. Save for them, the place seemed utterly devoid of crew. One – a decently statured sapient of cool blue flesh and a tad flamboyant dress – seemed to have ended up on the receiving end of the second form’s razor assault. A puny example of extra-terrestrial origins with hues of rare of well-done seemed to appeal to the woman’s appetite, though that might have been something to do with hungered dreams of meat.
Scattered flakes of sparkling ice swirled; remnants of sharpened gauntlets combined with snowy flakes shed from the Gelidra clanswoman’s tempestuous mane of white, brewing like a storm despite the tranquillity of the tropical waters. Right hand extended, palm pressed flat against the air, Hala’s vengeful mind brought together the image of something appropriately destructive given the situation. Whichever of the two was the one to so rudely stir her would soon feel her abyssal wrath. And so too would the unfortunate other.
“Čert Zbrane,” uttered the warrior princess: “I am going to blast you to pieces!” Shwroooschk! Driving hail collapsed in upon itself, clinging and congealing and crackling with traces of vivid violet. The dreaded ‘Demon Arms’ had taken shape, embodying terrible technology through otherworldly magic as a tube of smooth blue-white ice came to be. With swiftness, Hala bore the weight of what it was she was crafting, sights set upon the strange duo as a transparent screen of ice etched with fine fissures was made before her eyes. Onto one knee she dropped, the weapon rested across her shoulder and supported by both hands. Through a snowflake reticule she glared.
Click-Click…
“I would say ‘go to hell’,” the Bazooka-toting babe mocked: “But that would be too good for the likes of you!”
BOOM!
Hala’s fired a standard shot, though I really did want to make it a Technique. I’m fine with this being a non-KP battle, though it might switch up if things go sour!
Lady Hala (66023c)
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Post by Tourit on Mar 10, 2017 5:22:50 GMT
“I told her I would meet her around here…” The day was young, and Tourit’s wife, Tenshi, had left, leaving him a note of where to find her. Unfortunately, Tourit had overshot his flight to their meeting area by a few dozen miles. “Come on…I must be able to sense her energy…There!” Honing in on the acquired source, Tourit discovered not his wife, but a ship of all things. A ship that looked like it had been built for battle. The prince’s eyes lit up in excitement, as he flew down to the steel-clad boat. “Tenshi? Where are ya? This is an awesome ship you found!” Looking around, he saw a red saibaman, what he assumed to be a human that got cold, and a bunch of startled workers. The one who’s power he was sensing was not that of his wife’s, but instead demoness toting a bazooka of all things. “You’re not Tenshi…”
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Post by Mozzarel on Mar 10, 2017 20:03:56 GMT
Oh surprise surprise, the minute he set foot on this ship he was attacked! How odd. But no, in all honesty it did come to his surprise that an attack was coming to him so suddenly, and in such a...familiar way too. Lowering his stance for a moment he rolled to the side to dodge the strange creature that lunged at him, and before he even had a moment to think there was a strange woman with a mane of snow white hair and horns aiming a bazooka at him!? Pursing his lips he took a step forward, his hand floated over his holster where his steel ball was! When the missile shot- the steel ball would glow, taking from his Holster he'd pull his arm back and toss it directly at the bazooka.
"Oooora!"
He'd shout, managing to hit the missile directly, though instead of setting it off he'd "spin" it making it shoot upwards and away from him then the Steel ball would seem to yoyo back into his hand. Holstering the steel ball he'd release a heavy breath of air pressing his hands on both sides of his face "This really went from 0 to seventy five! I can see so much!"
He said looking toward the demonic woman, he heard the steps of another person approaching the ship's hull, with all that was going on and his impaired time to even think he let out a whistle calling his noble steed to his position, and Symphony wasted no time making it him, onto the red Dino he went sitting on her saddle and using the rockets he strapped to her to float in the air.
Holding a hand on his holster he looked between the creature and the white maned woman, ignoring the new comer for now. "So then, it seems like there is a bunch of beef floating around this "pond" one of you want to explain? I was just being nosey, but clearly I'm already getting more than I bargained for" the answer could have been as simple as, well, a pirate battle as for when he came onto the ship the little creature had already been yelling to destroy something in front of the ship, now he presumed that was the red horned woman and if that were the case, seeing Moza on the ship would lead her to believe that he was some how involved in this assault on her.
Moza turned and smirked at the woman, while he didn't have any reason to believe the shorter creature would find the kindness in their heart to leave him alone, perhaps he could sway this demoness onto his side?
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Post by BACON on Mar 16, 2017 23:18:54 GMT
BACON scratched at the deck of the ship, not realising that its true target had dodged. It jumped up, suddenly hearing a large BOOM! It suddenly turned around, seeing the red woman holding a bazooka. BACON looked around, trying to clear its head and find a reasonable conclusion, found yet another surprise. Another person, on board, on his ship! It quickly sent out a message, to everyone on board. Listen. BACON stronger, stronger than all of you put together. Maybe even strongest of world. BACON no want to kill you- so do not force it to get angry. BACON is supressing Power Level now, but when you make it angry, it will no more. So help BACON no kill you, and fight red lady. Confident that this would work, BACON trained all guns at the red woman, firing all straight at her, while it scrambled up to the deck, standing up at the top of the ship and pointing forward at the red lady's ship.
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Post by Hala on Mar 17, 2017 8:43:24 GMT
Power Level – 1,300
Word Count – 672
“Ora!”
Clang! Oh, you have got to be f*€%ing kidding me…!? Hala watched, mixed in a cocktail of rage and disbelief as her bazooka’s bullet was deflected and twirled high into the air, eventually petering out and exploding into a harmless shower of diamond dust. A faint aurora filled the sky, albeit just for a few seconds. The metallic sphere bounced back upon its chain, returning to its wielders flank, and the sound of that happening dragged the Demoness’ attentions back down to sea level quite quickly. Though still enraged, she at least managed to get a somewhat cleaner perspective on the whole situation.
“You’re not Tenshi…,” muttered someone new.
“Who…?” asked the Gelidran clanswoman, standing as she did so and turning to the newcomer for just a moment. The glacial armament upon her shoulder gleamed with partial melt, crystalline water trickling as the fired weapon started to lose its crisp, cylindrical shape. Still fuming and obviously disgruntled by the twist of her vivid visage, the only thing keeping her from stabilising the gun was the sheer number of distractions that the day was bringing her way. On her own she would have happily trashed the diminutive devil and his blue-skinned ‘associate’, not to mention the strange rocket-booted reptile upon which the blond rode. However, she was now faced with someone new. Whose side was he on?
“I do not know who this ‘Tenshi’ b– No, I do not even care right now!” she growled, leaping backwards and allowing the bazooka to fall from her. The tubular armament struck the ship’s deck, shattering like fine glass as Hala reached the peak of her jump. White hair billowed viciously, as if stirred by yet more invisible wind, and in response the twinkling blue-white shards seemed to stir up. Hail returned to her swiftly, slipping between her fingers as she perched herself upon the grandiose gunship’s side railing. Glistering glaze twisted and congealed afresh, weaving itself upon loose strands of snowy hair. Before she could even finish forging the next piece of her arctic arsenal, however, the now airborne cowboy posed a curious question.
“Sure. F*€%ing. Thing. This pint-sized punk–” she pointed towards the Saibaman, “–shattered my ship! Then he bloody shoots at me! And, to make matters worse, there’s not a single drop of–? Oh, s#!+!”
Much to the red-skinned revenant’s increasing frustration, it seemed as if recent events were about to be repeated. With as many of his vessel’s arms trained upon her as was physically possible, BACON made the call to open fire. The air lit up with fire and trembled with thunder as a volley of a dozen cannon boomed. Ice solidified. In an instant, the tempestuous tyrant was swallowed in a veil of flame and smoke. Silence prevailed for several seconds as the dust cleared away, torrid air rich with bitter stench.
Slow footsteps broke the eerie scene.
“You want to fight me, is that it?” Hala queried, her intonation strangely cool and lacking the same feisty, vulgar temperament of before. She emerged from the blackened plume, by no means unscathed. Burns upon her shoulder and side and a few patches of grazed flesh here and there told the tale that she had not been so good at evading such an attack. Her windswept white mane seemed a little frizzier than was the norm, and her garb was certainly singed about the edges.
“Then let it be known who you are dealing with, ‘Pigmeat’,” the Demoness flicked her right arm, drawing something from the smoke. A bright blade as white as purest snow, sparking with sickly lilac energies, found its tip pointed towards the Saibaman. Eyes of amber and orange gazed fiercely at the repugnant rat: “I am Lady Hala of the Gelidra Clan, a Demon and heir to my father’s legacy. I am going to give you to the count of ten to make your decision, ‘Pigmeat’. Surrender, bow like the swine you are… or I will turn you from Bacon into f*€%ing lardons.
“Ten…”
Hala’s angry. She’s very angry. Also, for those who don’t know, lardons are small cuts of pork fat taken from pork belly, bacon or the like. The sword in question.
Lady Hala (66023c) Moza (e6bd19) Tourit (000055)
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Post by Tourit on Mar 19, 2017 3:56:11 GMT
“So, is there a war going on or something…” Tourit thought to himself. “Maybe I should just go…. No, I should try to help resolve this conflict. Which one of these people seems to be the aggressor…” Tourit looked back and forth, eyeing up both carnelian combatants. “They both seem pretty aggressive…Maybe it’s a land dispute, or an invasion…I don’t want to help either one without knowing what’s going on…” As Tourit pondered, a uniformed man hit him in the back of a head with a steel pole. Not feeling it, Tourit kept thinking. “Maybe I can just be a mercenary or something…Help out whoever has the bigger wallet. No! that’s irresponsible. Although I don’t have a lot of options…. What to do…” Finally, he drew a conclusion. “Hey! Pay me money to fight for you!” He bellowed mindlessly. The prince regretted his words almost instantly. “Wait, I still have to find Tenshi, and I just got myself wrapped up in this mess. Oops.”
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Post by Mozzarel on Mar 26, 2017 22:53:23 GMT
Who was this new guy? wait...she survived being rammed by this big ass boat? what the hell is going on right now. Moza wished that question could be answered easily, but from the looks of it, everything going on right now was a result of that strange creature crashing into the...red lady with the colorful language. As for this new guy...hmmm he looked like trouble, just from the small dialogue he had offered Moza could already tell he was a loose canon, with a slip on of the scouter he wasn't any pushover either...much stronger than the himself and the other two as well.
With that said this man was incredibly out of place and seeing as the red lady didn't recognize the name he gave...probably had no reason to be here. He ran his hand across his dinosaurs scaley skin before spitting into the ocean and looking to the newcomer. "Oiyo! yeah you! rando-! don't take another step closer! things are already as crappy without you offering your services, if anyone's getting paid here it's going to be me!"
Moza puffed out his lower lip afterwards crossing his arms just as the red woman had made her assault once again on the crewmates of this ship. Maybe it would be the best idea to just get out of here...but courtesy told him to help out the red lady..hmmm she seemed like the type of person to do things on her own, probably should just watch for a bit and if she needed a hand he'd hop in, other than that it was looking about high time to get the hell out of here.
Moza leaned forward resting his chin on his dinosaurs scalp, Symphony twitched at the feeling. "Let's see how things go from here...I have better things to be doing than playing these games..."
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Post by BACON on Mar 30, 2017 22:14:57 GMT
BACON was worried, to say the least. The red-skinned lady was on its ship and approaching, clearly mad. She uttered a warning, counting down the seconds, presumably to her attacking. The Cainaman prepared to cower when it suddenly heard another voice. It was a man on board, an intruder. BACON was ready to yell when he offered to fight in exchange for money. An interesting offer, and a good one, given that BACON was clearly going to fight this red lady. The other intruder seemed mad at this, yelling that he was the only one to get paid. BOTH OF YOU! BACON sent to the intruders. Help BACON! Fight lady, and he give you both money! Lots and lots of money! All you do, is fight lady! BACON said telepathically. This empty promise should be sufficient to gain the two intruders' support. It turned to the lady, prepared for things to go bad. But it would hold its ground.
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Post by amar on Apr 25, 2017 2:33:39 GMT
Amar would simply be flying across the water attempting to break her record speed of mach 1 her hair gleaning in the sun along with her old beaten up saiyan combat armour. She speed up her aura becoming much more noticable as she used more and more ki. She would stop in her tracks as she would hear the sounds of explosions the exhaustion clear on her face she would start to descend towards the ship seing a demon lady armed with a bazooka and fairly muscly man a blue brenchian and a small red saibamen at the control of the ship it seemed he was causing this ruckus. She would start to close in on the ship seeing as everyone was trained on the saibamen. She felt sorry for him 3 against one was not fair even with the ships various weapons. She would yell "hey red guy looks like you are outnumbered you need a hand?" She would stand her battle armour glistening in the sun waiting for a response from any of them.
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