Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 14, 2017 19:51:00 GMT
(Vi-Poi is wearing a disguise with his PL hidden, and is seeking out the Mazoku.) (Thread PL: 11,798,331) (Suppressed PL: 5,000) The infamous asteroid was as large as most moons, surrounded by a swarm of spaceships from every part of the galaxy, including many makes and models Vi-Poi didn’t recognize. He waded into the swarm, slaloming between myriad ships and pods as they loaded and offloaded supplies and people. Raiti-Zacro wasn’t only a hideaway for the galaxy’s most-notorious undesirables, it was a drop station and black market exchange too. Pirates had to have a place to do business, like anyone else.
There was even a big Namekian ship, a pale egg bristling with spires and what looked like their version of anti-ship cannonry.
Could be the Mazoku. A battleship, maybe.
Vi-Poi took special note and waved to the ship as he passed, descending into the weak influence of the asteroid’s gravity, moving into one of the many honeycombs on its surface. He’d picked the biggest one, where his sensors detected the most life, plunging deep into the cool mist. The glowing forest of laser beams and spotlights breaking through the cloud guided him the rest of the way.
He landed on foggy ground. He made sure his disguise was still in place. The ancient Arcosian envoy mask had a bit of ice on it, but the purple bunny-eared tribal hoody was perfectly intact. He made his way along the pavement. A hot pink neon sign glared through the white above him, and music blared.
Dim shapes mulled around the entryway, none of them human and many not even humanoid. He knew he shouldn’t feel nervous, he could probably squash this whole rock without much trouble, but something about the place made him a tad uneasy.
Low, lost people. Noudelle Pasti was right.
Someone near the entrance was on the wrong side of an arm cannon, the bright flash temporarily lighting the area up in vivid green. With a screech, the alien – a species Vi-Poi had never seen before – bounced dead to the ground. The killer was a burly and battle-scarred Beppa-seijin who was making up for his so-so power level with plenty of murderous aggression.
“What you lookin at, pipsqueak?” The unjolly green giant growled down in Universal. His angry dark eyes were glaring holes into Vi-Poi, smoke still rising from the nozzle of his cannon.
Vi-Poi hoped he didn’t have to hurt anybody on this spy mission, but his mouth lately had a habit of running loose before his mind could stop him. “The oogliest face in the galaxy,” He said, dodging the swipe and reappearing behind the Beppa-seijin, knocking him out cold with a swift chop to the neck.
The others crowding the entrance gave him some room now, and he made his way into the expansive entertainment complex. The main floor was a bar and cantina, with islands of light where the booze and where the gambling machines were. In the distance, a rainbow of arcade machines made a constellation in the darkness. In between, in the murk, were teeming hundreds, thousands – people dancing, people fighting, and judging by the sucking squish his Warpverse made when he stepped onto the floor, there were a lot of people dying too.
He made his way to the bar, where an alien with skin the burnished hue of a silver half-zeni tended orders. Bartenders were always the first place to start digging. Every movie, novel, comic book, tee-vee show, and Campaigns and Colossi game he’d ever indulged in said so.
Vi-Poi tried to make his voice as spooky as possible. “You own this place?” He growled gruffly.
Though he was near, the bartender didn’t even hear him. There were about forty other patrons at the long bar, pounding their drinks, talking, laughing. The bartender’s attention was drawn to a giant television screen, where animals that looked a bit like two-headed, slimy ostrich chickens were racing to the cheers of an alien crowd.
Vi-Poi flapped his arm to get attention. “Hey! Bartender!” It came out a bit shriller than he’d wanted.
Now the bartender heard, at least, and moseyed over with a nod.
“You own this place?” Vi-Poi asked again, trying to regain his growly hiss.
The silver man glanced down at him mildly. “What’s it to you?”
Oh man, this is just like a gumshoe noire movie. We’re really in it now! Poi’s ghost chittered gleefully.
“I’m a bounty hunter,” Vi-Poi announced. “From the Shadow Dimension.” The Shadow Dimension was the cover he and Poi’s ghost had agreed upon, being the place of origin for the New Style Ninja Tortoises ultimate villain, Krook.
“Okay,” The silver man said with a shrug, not nearly as impressed as Vi-Poi’d hoped. “What do you want?”
“Well, uh,” Vi-Poi stammered hurriedly, “I heard that there were Mazoku here.”
Now he had the bartender’s attention. He even looked a little afraid. “Look, buddy, I don’t want any trouble here."
“There won’t be any trouble,” Vi-Poi said menacingly, leaning up on his toes with a pointed finger. “If you bring me to the Mazoku.”
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 15, 2017 2:53:01 GMT
Dantalion had been in need of a vacation for oh so very long. The paperwork was pileing up and no matter how many clones of himself he made, he knew another was making more just to keep him occupied. It was both strangely relaxing and stressful, at first he made it occupy himself, because on Namek. Well, everyone memorised the list of stuff to do there. Nothing. He had come to the asteroid field not so much for a party, but because he could at the very least find some untouched rock and just sit there letting the solar winds catch him and dance him through the rocks.
As far as he knew, he was the only real member of the Mazoku strolling around the asteroid, most rests were just mercenaries for hire, the others were busy on Namek, 'defending' it so they said, but in their current state they would have trouble keeping a piece of moldy bread from an ant nest. All in all, it was a relaxing change of pace, his form levitated above the streets, ascending for a few seconds before dipping back down, letting the subtle breeze catch him again before catching a rather auspicious sighting. It seemed that Ukulel had started a fight and it finally bit him on the arse. Dantalion slowly descended onto the scene of the crime, where once there could have been corpses now he had to deal with both. "Well Ukuleles, ya finally started a fight with one ya couldn't handle." Dantalion stated casually, picking the green giant by the throat. "Welp. Guess its time to get rid of the trash." He stated the white of his eyes taken over as a dribble of drool ran down his cheek, landing with a disgusting splash on Dantalion's hand. "Gross." he stated bluntly his hand spreading trails of Dark warping tendrils twisting and caressing his body before finding a point of entrance. The ear holes filled with dark mucus, the small tear ducts of his eyes impaled as tendrils twisted down his body creeping under his nails before finally holding him like a doll, the whites of his eyes filled with twisting tendrils, his body hanging loosely as Dantalion gave a single command, unspoken but registered as Ukele began to dance. Arms swinging back and fourth as he sung along.
"Hello my baby, Hello my honey, Hello my ragtime gal." His vocals were quite choppy, though his little last act was sure to entertain, he had a string of murders and the amount of paperwork Dantalion had to sign to cover for him was far from worthwhile. With a salute to Ukele he made his way into the Bar, dispelling the black mist, falling to the floor and marking his entrance, spilling over and covering every inch of the floor with a dark haze, single streaks of Purple careening through, adding to the dance floor rave with the mystical energy.
With his mist discarded he became clear to view, an eight-foot monstrosity, scales shining shades of rainbow as the lights flashed on and off, two large bent horns crowned his Skulled face as he looked back and fourth, the Garnet lights filling the hollows of his eyes. Covering most of his back was a tattered bed sheet the Mazoku Signia loosely stitched in at the side, a long line of holes punctured the sheet as thorns pressed out, following the curvature of his spine. The red behemoth walked over to the bar, he never caught a glimpse of the would-be assassin, instead deciding to get a drink. His hand raised in a meaty paw as he signalled over the Barkeep. "Just the Mazoku special for me thanks." He stated, tossing a few zeni onto the table, moving the chair out of the way so he could stand in place, hunched over as he crowns tapped against the roof.
Current PL - 32,126 - HW - 8031 KP [3/3] @Vipoi
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 16, 2017 15:12:10 GMT
Vi-Poi craned his neck way, way back to get the full view of Dantalion. He looked like something out of Poi’s worst childhood nightmares, horns and all, he easily loomed over eight feet in height. His battle point was impressive, too. Eight thousand was higher than anyone else here he’d scanned, though it was hard to tell exactly, since there were so many moving people. The bartender didn’t say whether or not this was a Mazoku. He didn’t need to say. His eyes nervously darting between the bounty hunter from the Shadow Dimension and this gigantic demon said it all for him. The small android boldly stepped toward Dantalion, boldly pulling at the curious bedsheet stitched into his back to get a better look at the Mazoku emblem scrawled upon it.
“You a Mazoku?” He asked, letting go of the bedsheet.
He folded his arms and floated up until he was eye level with the creature. “I’m Bonbon, maybe you’ve heard of me,” He put a lot of gravely umph behind his words. “I’m a bounty hunter from the Shadow Dimensssion.” The disguised Earthling felt like the Shadow Dimension could use a good snake-hiss thrown in at the end. Maybe aliens from the Shadow Dimension were freaky snake people. He liked the thought.
He raised his head, the overhead cacophony of lights glittering off the gem-red lenses of his mask. “I’ll cut right to the chase, demon. I’ve got a warrant on the Mazoku from the Galactic Patrol. I can either cash in on you right here, or you can bring me to your boss and give me some better-paying work to do.”
The silver bartender seemed to gesticulate as he shapeshifted into a furry little creature a third of his original size and scampered away, ducking beneath the bar top. Other patrons, sensing what was happening, began to slowly make room for the two squaring off. There was no great hurry in their movements. Fighting and the Pit went together like peanut butter and jelly.
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 16, 2017 16:04:31 GMT
The brow furrowed, bone twisting and contorting as his garnet eyes shifted to the small creature scuffling at his bed sheet. His eyes shifted back and forth, looking up and down as the what he assumed was a bunny-eared creature slowly raised to his height, luckily letting go of his bedsheet. The thing was a pain to get on and it wasn't the hardest thing to tear off. His head turned back and forth as he moved in as if playing a game of Chinese whispers. "Shh. It's a secret. That's why I have it stitched on my cloak." He said with a chuckle as if trying to amuse a small child. Then came the words. Bounty Hunter.
Beads of black rolled down his face at the mention, he just wanted a relaxing vacation on an asteroid field where he could gamble away other people's money. The worst part of all was he couldn't tell their PL. He looked them up and down, letting loose a sniffle, the nostrils twisting and contorting from round, to oval than back to square one. "I mean. Should I have heard of Bonbon? I heard of the monkeys but..." he replied, looking them up and down, the bunny ears tipping him off that he wasn't one of them. He leant in a little closer, making it uncomfortable for even himself as he whispered again, "I don't think ya one of them." He chuckled nervously, rolling back, pressing his forearm against the arm as he rattled out a tune.
He paused as they cut right to the chase, his head nodding along before raising a finger as they finished. "Right... See there is a little problem with the whole taking me in thing." He replied arms spread out, a little too far spread apart for the common mandibles of chains to wrap around. "Ya see. I haven't done anything wrong. I will give you a list of what I have done so far, in his court." He replied, his free arm digging through his bedsheet before pulling out a single piece of paper. It didn't have anything important written on it, in fact, it was a list of things he needed to get while in the Asteroid Belt, which only read more paper.
The arm that once planted along the bar rolled up, a quick look as the Barkeep ditched and ran away, a rather annoying sight considering he hadn't been given his Mazoku Special. "Ahem." He said a hand pressed to the slit where his lips would be, "Paperwork. Quelled a Rebellion passively. Done bookkeeping. Collected Taxes." It was a rather short list, the Mazoku Dynasty to his knowledge had yet to do anything even mildly evil. With the exception of taking over a planet, but that just comes with the territory. He flipped the paper back and forth, checking to see if he had missed anything, "Funny thing is, you can't really arrest the Lawyer. Cause that is kinda all I am." A long smile twisted over his face, now if the charges were specifically for Dantalion than they would have had a case. Apparently, forcing a family into becoming your own family and turning their child isn't seen in a legal light. Furthermore, their suicides were dropped onto his head. "Now then. If you don't mind, I have a drink to make and a position to fill." He stated, jumping over the bar bending down as he pulled out an absurd Chef's hat. He turned back and fourth, only now noticing that everyone had slowly backed away from the duo. With a heavy shrug, he bent over, his arm pressed against the Bartable, two fingers bending back and forth to lure Bonbon into a conversation. "Now, if ya want the low down on the Maoku Dominion..." He continued, his fingers no longer bending back and forth, now rather sliding against each other. "I can fill ya in for a bit of Zeni." He chuckled, a forced flash of purple engulfing the Garnet of his eyes.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 17, 2017 20:33:15 GMT
Vi-Poi starred up at the massive demon as his eyes flashed violet, a bit dumbfounded by the ridiculous chef hat now tilted on one of his horns.
This doof thinks he can snow us! Poi’s ghost complained. We’re supposed to be the tricksters here.
He levitated over to the bartop. “Let me show you something,” he said slowly, before digging in his pocket producing a crumpled up One Zeni bill from it, unraveling the heap to reveal the ancient depiction of King Fury on the front. He snapped the bill crisply between two pairs of thumb-and-forefingers. “This is exactly how much trouble you’re worth to me,” He dropped the Zeni, the green note seesawing lazily down in front of Dantalion.
“Which is about the cost of polishing up my gun, after I use it to smoke you,” He rolled back one sleeve of his floppy rabbit hoody, and his forearm hinged off neatly, while a long and dark metal nozzle rose up from the empty bore. The growing electric chime of his battle reactor unfurling filled the air, though he still kept his outermost conduits – and thus, his apparent power level – suppressed.
“Tell me where Lord Xylo is, and where the Mazoku are planning to attack next.”
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 18, 2017 6:18:07 GMT
Dantalion looked as the piece of paper folded out, he didn't know King Fury was on the front, though he also never heard of a One Zeni. It seemed a bit strange that a bounty hunter would even carry that but he pushed the thought aside. He looked down on it, the sockets of his eyes furrowing at the sight before shrugging. Watching as a gun was raised to him. He looked around, Well... There aren't any signs saying you can't have a gun in here... He thought to himself. Bending down to look through the hole of the gun. "I mean. If I was in your shoe..." He stated rather relaxed, he was worth more alive than dead, or at least that is what he hoped, and so far in his life, he was placing all his trust on hooping. "I would likely pay more than just a Zeni to clean it up." He shrugged, turning his back as he poured a drink, tossing it behind himself towards Bonbon, not to incite aggression, but to see if they could catch it. He had to gauge what he was dealing with in lo of being unable to sense their PL.
Then a strange sentence was uttered. He turned, looking them up and down, his sockets furrowed as he took a step closer. "Why?" he stated, fingers darting along his arms, "I think you have been pulling my chain. Tugging my string. Yanking my rope. Plucking my cord." He continued, the last one didn't make sense but that was an aside thought, "If you're a Bounty Hunter... You shouldn't give a damn what Mazoku's next plan is." Plumes of demonic energy coiled around him with each breath, sharp twists of Demonic energy coiling through.
"I hope you weren't lying to me Bonbon. If that is your real name." he continued, lowering to reach head height, before hearing a rather odd sound coming from the creature before him. "The hell is that noise?" he stated dismissingly, taking a step towards the wall and planting where his ear would be against the wall, "No... It doesn't sound like a generator..." he stated, looking at the bright lights that scattered along the dance floor, confusion running amok in his mind.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 18, 2017 17:59:18 GMT
Vi-Poi cocked his head, an ear flopping over on his hood.
He’d caught on to his ruse, but in a way he didn't get.
“I’m looking for Mazoku,” He growled. “Think I should be asking around where the space fairies are going instead?”
He and Poi’s ghost both had about enough of the gargantuan gasbag. Slapping his hand down on the bill, he raised his other arm, a glow filling the exposed energy bore of his wrist as a burst of white chi smashed straight into Dantalion. He put enough steam on the wave of chi to knock him flat on his back, though he deliberately throttled his reactor so that there was no killing power in there.
Regardless of Dantalion’s reaction to the searing flash attack, Vi-Poi would collapse his arm back into place and blast off, leaving a smoking hole in the ceiling as he arced away from the asteroid, heading off towards Planet Namek.
He’d find better answers there.
(Thread exit! Zeni please. Was a fun thread Dantalion. Come to Earth sometime!)
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 19, 2017 5:26:57 GMT
Space Fairies? This Galaxy just simply expanded with species dotting along its nigh-infinite span, or Bonbon was lying again, the creature's words seemed to be one's he couldn't trust as far as he couldn't throw them. And he assumed he could throw them quite far indeed. "Wait what Space Fairies?" he inquired, looking down to see the loaded gun charged and cocked. "Don't you fu-" his words quickly cut off as a searing light blinded him, steam burning the skins of his body as he fell down, his Regenerative capacity quickly taking hold as he rolled down on the floor, his skin moulting and welting at the searing steam.
His body hidden under the cover of Steam, not getting the chance to notice Bonbon leave. Lucky for him too. Slowly what was once a mass of muscle and red had moulted, shifted and changed. Along his entire body, large tentacles flicked and struck at the air, sapping Ki from the very winds themselves as the Bar patrons looked in horror at the amalgamation. The green tentacles whipped and stricked at the nearby closest ones, sapping them of their Ki in an effort to heal his body at a rapid pace. Normally he only needed to drag the winds Ki but a full body burning seemed to take things a step further. "Well... Here I thought I couldn't look any worse." He moaned, bodies starting to fall to the floor unconscious as he looked up, now seeing the hole in the roof. "Oh for... I gotta pay for that dickhead!" He screamed, he doubted Bonbon could have heard him, but damn it all, the guy had lied in his 'establishment', burnt his body to a crisp and now left a hole in the roof.
Worst. Guest. Ever. He thought to himself, he wanted to dash his fingers along his arm, making the calming melodies then that he was so comfortable with, but even his fingers had been absorbed in tiny tentacles, lashing and whipping the air as he drew energy from all around him. He would be stuck like this for a couple of days and that meant his Holiday was ruined. "I swear. When this is all over I am writing up a wanted sign. Son of a bitch ruined my favourite set of skin." He stated, tentacles now going a step too far, impaling bodies and dragging their organs into his own body to fuel his recovery time.
Vi-Poi Intent - PL (I went to Earth Once. I got sent to Jail and a Bounty set on me by the GP. Fun times, keen to go for round two.)
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Post by Vennel on Mar 21, 2017 21:12:34 GMT
Vi-PoiWC: 1,540 Gains Zeni: 2,310 Old : 2,806 New : 5,116 DantalionWC: 2,105 Gains PL: 2,947 Old : 36,671 New : 39,618
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