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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 19, 2017 1:24:46 GMT
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The dread that struck his heart began when he saw the green spark in the void. Namek. It all came thundering back. The Red. The killing. The fires. The deafening death cry of a planet. As he drew closer and the small bead hanging in space became a familiar orb, ringed by three golden discs, his dread had twisted into a kind of terror. He’d been trapped here. Forced to do terrible things. In his time as a hostage inside his own body, he’d learned what Poi had felt, punching futilely against the capsule that would be his tomb.
The strong urge to turn back, to go home, slammed through him. Poi himself was frightened. They shared in the growing terror. Poi had been the only thing that stopped the full Realignment. But even a ghost was not immune to the powers of evil, and the Realigner entity had left battle scars on his psyche. He looked down at the green world below him, and an unfamiliar sensation stung blue eyes hidden behind the ancient Arcosian mask. Tears were filling them.
He wavered there at the terminus of the atmosphere, but Poi’s ghost drew him onward. He was gaining a heightened understanding of the poltergeist just by being here. There was something about the planet, about the fight they’d waged together against that unspeakable evil, that was drawing them together. He put trust into his friend, and descended. It was like forging forward into a bad dream.
He landed on broad strokes of farmland that made concentric circles around a great city near the horizon. White spires glittered in the bright sunshine, interspersed with a forest of latticework. There’d been much destruction.
“Ouroboros,” he said softly.
Looming high above the capital like a totem of doom was a castle of immense proportions, so fantastic that the mirage it made upon the horizon only added to the vague sense of unreality.
“Xylo.”
A cry nearby startled him. A small Namekian child shied away, covering his eyes with his hands. He’d been planting ajissa in a furrow, but the infant shrub had teetered over.
With a deep sense of shame, he raised a hand to his mask. “It’s okay,” He said, pulling the metal disguise away, revealing a tear-streaked and smiling face. “See?” He crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out.
The Namekian child’s eyes widened like saucers, and he froze.
Vi-Poi offered the mask. “Want it? It’s a kind of game.”
Tiny green hands reached forward and took the mask, and the child examined it closely. He no longer looked so afraid. Two Namekian grown-ups had taken notice of the new arrival, and were cautiously walking towards him. He raised a hand in greeting to the farmers and sprung into the sky before they could reach him, flying closer to the great city, landing on a tor of rock that jutted above the outskirts opposite the dark castle.
His spying mission had already been forgotten. What was driving him now was a strange sort of need that he couldn’t identify but felt right all the same.
Maybe if Xylo can be made to understand, Vi-Poi thought.
The memory of a blood-red Mega Nega Bomb smashing into the planet cut through his mind.
Death is not the way.
The city, this capital of the planet, was densely populated. He could sense several battle points that would belong to Mazoku soldiery, and a great warship hung high above the castle. Vi-Poi closed his eyes. He didn’t want to harm them. He didn’t want another war. He didn’t want any shred of his power to hurt more Namekians.
A warm wind began to flutter around him and he felt something budding in his chest. He slapped a hand to his heart. It was beating.
Then he realized. It wasn’t Poi that was still trapped. It wasn’t Poi’s ghost that was afraid to merge, afraid to be trapped in another metal tomb. Poi had already tried to join, after their shared nightmare.
It was the machine that was afraid. Vi-Poi feared himself. The desperate, gnawing terror was what drove their hearts apart. The last time he’d tried to fundamentally alter himself, he became a monster. Would he contaminate Poi’s soul? Would he turn mad again? Would he destroy his innocent friend, just as he had this innocent world, or twist him forever into another kind of monster?
There was a coldness to the machine. That much was certain. It wasn’t a heightened awareness of the human condition that had turned Virtual Poi, the distant and calculating android, into a warm and cheery person. It’d been Poi, whose encroaching spirit was too infectious to resist. But would Poi’s ghost survive, if it were to combine with the real Vi-Poi? Would Poi’s consciousness survive the bombardment of ten trillion lines of soulless code? There was an even worse thought that crossed his mind. What if the ghost fled at the true sight of him? All that he was, was dead metal weft hoisted up by a clever decision matrix and a bunch of social illusions.
I know you’re a robot, ya goof, Poi’s ghost interjected, settling slowly along his circuits, channeling power into his machine heart.
Vi-Poi shivered, opening up his eyes, still watery and red-stained. He saw Poi. Not as he was now, a flow of energy along a gaggle of wires. But as he was then, when he’d first fallen into his Red Ribbon bunker. Poi stood before him, on the ledge. The blue-haired boy, his veritable twin, was dressed in school clothes and wearing a bookbag, just as he’d been on that day almost a hundred years past. Poi’s expression was calm, serene. Accepting. He was reaching out a hand. The hand shimmered with white light.
For the second time in his existence, Vi-Poi made another leap of faith. He raised his hand slowly. His heart thudded in his throat. He grasped the hand.
The warm wind flowed into him now. His eyes widened. He was surrounded by a golden glow. Numbers streamed by his vision as his scouter picked up an entirely new power level climbing nearby. Very near. The readings were coming from inside his chest.
He laughed and synched the data, stepping forth to embrace the glow. The glow swam along his body slowly, imbuing him. It was complete.
They were one.
“Xylo!” Vi-Poi yelled out, voice cutting clear across the heavens. He cupped his hands to his mouth. “Yoo-hoo!”
(Vi-Poi has permanently merged with Poi's soul. As a result, he is no longer Anti-Sense, and his power level is presently climbing towards 16,273,560)
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 19, 2017 3:00:37 GMT
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The Mighty Xylo sat in the war room of the castle, his eyes fixated on the stone map carved into the table. The plan was set: His soldiers would encroach on Saiyan territory, starting with Kabocha. They needed to start at the front of the Empire, obviously, as gunning for the throne world would leave them vulnerable to attacks from the warriors from the surrounding worlds. This war would be bloody and long, but the Namekian was confident his men could stand tall. Their might in combat was impressive, perhaps moreso than the average Saiyan Warrior. As long as they could eliminate any chance of the Oozaru form being unleashed, then the Mazoku would have an edge in the main conflicts. He'd tasked the few Red Eclipse scientists he was still in contact with to develop counter-measures, but progress was slow.
As his eyes traveled around the map, he settled on Earth. An itch of fear crawled down his back, but he did his best to ignore it. They were going to be an issue for sure, but with luck, they'd stay out of the way until the Solar Empire was decimated. Judging from some of the things he'd heard though, Earth seemed to have some sort of alliance with the new Queen. "Only I would be so lucky," He grumbled to himself.
He considered repainting the Earth's stone red, or some mixture of red and green, but before he could even dissuade himself, a massive power erupted right outside the castle. His heart pounded in his chest for a moment, but after the initial shock, his surprise died down. This new being was stronger, and it grew stronger by the minute, but it wasn't anything he hadn't sensed before. Walker, Ouroboros, and a few others had already shown how strong one could become. In fact, the energy simply excited Xylo; it meant he too would reach that level one day.
His ears twitched lightly as the being shouted, calling Xylo by name. The Mazoku Lord smirked, and after cracking his knuckles, he made his way for the castle gate. After a short walk, he made it to the massive front doors, and pushed them open. They creaked from the force, causing the Namekian to cringe. He'd need to oil up the hinges soon.
With a quick search, he immediately found the source of the energy. Standing on a ridge above the Castle was a young lad, his hands cupped over his mouth as he shouted again. "It's always the young ones that have all the power..."
The Namekian flew upwards, landing across from Vi-Poi. He gave the boy-droid a once-over, his brow-ridge raising in confusion. "So what are you then? Human? Demon? Some hybrid?" He stared at the boy while he waited for a response. Something about him was a bit familiar. He couldn't quite place it, but he could tell he'd seen this person somewhere before.
He clenched his fists, raising them to his waist as he spoke. "You here to fight? Avenge someone I had to kill? Don't expect me to back down because you've got power behind your fists. I've dealt with much worse before." |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 19, 2017 3:35:34 GMT
Vi-Poi watched with hooded eyes as Xylo approached.
An older Namekian, in rich and dark clothing, who moved with a military bearing. Beyond that, he wasn’t much different from any other Namekian. The fin on his head was a rarer trait, though.
Makes him look like the Goopman from Gloom Lagoon.
A small smile came to his lips as Xylo spoke. He lifted his hands slowly to remove his hood, still surrounded by a soft golden glow. “I doubt it, Goopman,” He said in response to the boast. He pulled the hood down, exposing his face completely to the bright daylight of Namek. “I’m all kinds of worst.”
He looked over at Xylo’s shoulder at the city and castle behind him. “Not bringing any of your friends? I guess that’s okay. I was kind of hoping to meet Ouroboros though, to see what all the fuss is about.” The wind whistled a low song through the nearby Ajissa trees. “ I’m Vi-Poi, an Earthling. I know you’re planning some kind of attack. I don’t know where or when it’s coming, just that it is. I’ve come to ask you to stop. The Namekians have been through enough. All that you’re going to do is run them through the galactic ringer. Kill lots of people. Get lots of your own people killed. And wind up counting clouds in Hell.”
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 22, 2017 10:00:44 GMT
The Mazoku Lord smirked at Vi-Poi's boastful comment. The little bot-boy was feisty, that much was certain; and unlike others the mystery fighter had the energy-infused bite to back up his barks. Vi-Poi pulled his hood down, revealing his full features to the Namekian, who smirked in response. Without the shadows obscuring him, the boy was much more recognizable: It was Vi-Poi, the leader of Earth!
"I thought you looked familiar. Congratulations on pummeling Zucceta all those months ago. Not many men carry that accolade... Not yet, anyways."
Earth's Premier continued speaking, expressing his disappointment in missing out on meeting Ouroboros. The fact that the Sealed Ball's existence was not only known by potential foes, but also the name of its captive surprised Xylo for a moment, but his shock dissipated soon after. A smile grew, as Xylo spoke surprisingly kindly. "I suppose Etoru made it back safely then. That's good to hear. What else did he tell you?"
Xylo stood silently as the wind blew, listening intently to Vi-Poi's words. Some would take it as a warning, others a threat. Xylo simply chuckled.
"People have been pushing me and my people around for centuries, using them like doormats because it's not in their nature to fight back. Do you know how many times this world--My world-- has been decimated? Destroyed by forces who thought it necessary to take what we have? I'm sure it's more than your Earth has been forced to go through."
The proud Mazoku Lord turned his attention to Castle Mazoku. In the courtyard, a handful of Dragon Mystics tended to the garden. They were the few who agreed with Xylo's thinking; as barbaric as it seemed, they needed to protect themselves. Who better than someone who could best Super Saiyans? "Planet Namek has had a bloody history. Thousands of years ago, a tyrannical Arcosian destroyed it in his quest for galactic domination, and barely a few years back it was annihilated again, this time by a power-hungry android from your planet of all places." His eyes moved to the back end of the castle. A training yard had been set up a few hundred yards away. Fighters of all races sparred against one another. Though they surely all had their own goals in mind, they were still fighting for one purpose in the end: best the Solar Empire.
"People have been taking what we have for as long as our history has been recorded. The Saiyans setting up shop to 'protect' Namek was the first step to complete subjugation of my race. Call my methods what you like, but I wasn't going to stand for that."
He finally turned back to Vi-Poi, his expression stern. "Earth is not in my sights, at least not for now. It's a fine place, sure, but I have no quarrel with your people... Unless Realigner Red has been rebuilt since his destruction, that is."
"Now, if all you needed was confirmation that I'm not interested in your grassy marble, I suggest you get going. If you're here to deter me from conquering the Solar Empire, however..." Xylo cracked his knuckles, his Ki rising steadily as wisps of energy rose from his body. "... Then our discussion will get bloody fairly quick."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 23, 2017 6:42:41 GMT
The thrill of encroaching martial arts juiced Vi-Poi up. In answer to Lord Xylo’s words, Vi-Poi pulled up the hem of his hoody and tossed it off, the flappy ears sailing in the breeze. He didn’t want the hood or the ears whipping in front of his eyes. He’d used that trick on Bing. Underneath was a ringer shirt with the cherry-red logo of Whackier Shit, Baoflix’s summer megahit, emblazoned on the chest. He gingerly pulled his fingerless driving gloves from a back pocket of his jeans, tugging them on each hand. These weren’t really for anything, really, but he thought a good streetfighter needed some badass gloves.
He still needed to get his license.
“You say you’re protecting your world,” He said, the golden aura around his body growing more vibrant. “But then you talk about how you’re gonna conquer. If you really want to keep Namek safe, you’d keep your strength here. With your people. ”
The sky above him began to flash with silent bolts of lightning. The ground beneath his feet trembled almost imperceptibly as he let his newfound powers continue to unfurl. A small, pleased smile was on his lips. It seemed like forever since he’d gotten to fight a dingus who properly deserved the bad end of his fists. And this guy for sure deserved it – for what he and his backstabbing, conniving little buddies did to Etoru and the others.
“You wanna fight them mean ole Saiya-jennies? A-ah say boy, you crazier than a shithouse rat!” He said, invoking the mealy twang of Blowhard Paozuard. The shaking grew more wild now, seeming to reach up from the ground and rattle the sky while the golden aura began to pulse from his body like the beat of a heart. The clouds sped.
“Say boy, as chief Ostrich-Chicken round here parts -- and seein as how I trust what yah bout as much as a fox in a henhouse -- it’s mah duty, and indeed, mah honnah to give yah the big what for.” He widened his stance, fists curling on either side of his hips, hair fluttering while the aura began to roar like amber flames. The courtyard mystics were staring up from their plants, now.
The oceans of Namek began to stir and whip about as he let out a scream, this one echoing for miles, growing with the might of his kiai. The wind whistled like a train. The sky above bruised and darkened. Great gouts of dirt and rocks began to burst from the ground. It felt so good to fully open his battle reactor again.
As his aura blazed like a golden sun, Vi-Poi spoke plainly, holding up a finger. The grin came back. “I’m going to save you and your people a lot of trouble by knocking you out of commission for a while. Or you can save yourself some bruises by giving your crappy dreams up now and bringing me to Ouroboros.” He put his left arm behind his back, and his grin turned cheeky. “But I think you’re the fighting type. Tough guy, aren’t ya? Not about to back down. You’ve handled worse -- you said so yourself. So I’ll make this more fun for both of us and fight you with one arm behind my back.” After a moment's thought, he folded a leg on the same side back against his thigh and added, "A leg, too."
(Vi-Poi is offering to fight Lord Xylo with one arm and leg behind his back, using only half of his body, which will cut his power output by 50% (to 8,136,780))
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Post by Tabu on Mar 24, 2017 17:24:46 GMT
"This is bad." Tabu ground his teeth together as his scouter informed him of just how much Lord Xylo was completely outmatched. From his concealed position in one of Castle Mazkou's high spires, he could see the encounter slowly move towards a fight, a fight that would rip out the very heart of the Mazkou Dominion. For the first time in a while, cold fear clutched at his stomach. "What should we do sir?" Tabu broke of his examination, glancing at the young Namekian lieutenant by his side, "The only option we have right now. Start moving all non-essential personnel and materials towards the ship, but do it quietly as possible, don't launch until I or Lord Xylo give the word. Got it?!" The young one swallowed slowly, and began tramping his way down the stairs. "Well.....here goes nothing I guess." Inhaling deeply, Tabu vaulted out the window.
The Namekian warrior hit the ground behind his lord, dust rising from the impact. He listened to the human's little 'love your neighbor' speech dispassionately until the titan finally finished speaking. "And what would you prefer to Lord Xylo's reign? Should we go back to having no leader, allowing any warrior landing on Namek to have their way?" Tabu put a fist under his chin thoughtfully, "No that wouldn't be good." He snapped his fingers, "I know! We should have a kid leader who creates artifacts that attract a lot of hostile attention to the planet, then flees at the first time of trouble!" His expression fell almost comically, "No that wouldn't be good either." The Namekian's expression hardened, "All joking aside, Namek is beginning to be able to defend itself with it's own strength, not by alliances or Super Sayians." He shrugged, "And I for one, don't see that as a bad thing."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 28, 2017 2:41:52 GMT
"The only way to ensure my people will be safe is to show the galaxy that we are not to be trifled with. What better way than dethroning the Saiyans?"
Xylo watched tentatively as Vi-Poi tossed his jacket away, a slight bit of relief flowing over him when he realized the gear wasn't weighted. Winning this battle was nigh-impossible already; if the Android revealed he was hiding even more power away, then he might have started shouting expletives to the heavens for putting him up against such ridiculous odds.
The world began to tremble as the Azure Avenger's Ki came forth. It seemed this hero was in the mood for a tussle-- a request Xylo would gladly oblige. Some might consider it a risky move to stand against someone so undeniably powerful when the option to run away was available, but what kind of Mazoku would Xylo be if he ran? A cowardly one, that's for sure. It wasn't exactly the image a Warlord would want for himself, though being dead might not be a much better look for him.
As the skies above darkened, and the ground quaked more violently, Xylo simply smirked. The theatrics that came packaged with unleashing ones full power weren't new to the Namekian, but Vi-Poi's display was on a different level entirely. Not even Ouroboros with all of his might had put on such a display.
Eventually the show died out, and Vi-Poi was at his full capacity. The Android spoke plainly, asking to meet with Ouroboros in exchange for keeping Xylo bruise-free. Xylo stayed silent, allowing Vi-Poi to answer his own question as the Namekian Lord fell into the Mazoku battle stance.
Vi-Poi taunted Xylo further, explaining how he would fight while handicapped, which caused the Mazoku Lord to laugh. It was clear that the Premier of Earth hadn't had a fair fight in ages by the way he presented himself. Perhaps this duel would end in Xylo's favor after all. "Very well. I won't stop you from hindering yourself. A God like you has to find some way to entertain himself, right?"
There was a brief silence between them; a tense calm before the storm. Just as Xylo took his first step, he felt a familiar Ki land behind him. He glanced back, grunting in dissatisfaction when he realized it was one of his own men who'd shown up. Tabu began to sarcastically berate the Android, which drew some ire from Xylo.
"It is unwise to interfere in a duel, Tabu. Get back to the Castle; make sure everyone inside and outside the walls keeps away from this battle."
Regardless of Tabu's response, Xylo would move towards Vi-Poi quickly, intending to ignore the interference as best he could. He'd start the duel off simply enough: A quick string of jabs aimed at his foes chest, which would be followed by an elbow to the jaw.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 30, 2017 2:23:37 GMT
"Don't really like the whole God thing," He mentioned. "I'm more like a sassy household appliance." Vi-Poi pointed down at Tabu, “You should take your own advice and follow your grandson back into the castle. If keeping your people safe was what you really wanted, you wouldn’t be sending them off to war.” He twirled his index finger onto his temple, blue eyes crossing as he wagged his tongue out. “Hey everybody, I’m Xylo,” He said in perfect mimicry of the Namekian ruler’s voice, “What better way to keep my people safe than to throw them into a galaxy-sized buzzsaw?”When Xylo struck, Vi-Poi was prepared.
Xylo was a skilled and powerful warrior, there was no doubt. He was probably orders of magnitude stronger than the next stronger Namekian. His flurry of punches was expertly placed, and his snapping elbow was strong enough to knock a small moon off orbit. Still, Vi-Poi’s newfound power was immense.
The small android’s shimmering aura winked away as he let Xylo’s chi come on in full force. He slapped the Namekian’s blurring fists aside, and when the elbow struck at his mouth, Vi-Poi’s elbow unhinged, forearm wheeling upward at an impossible angle before he caught it with in a palm. Black smoke smoldered up and he bounced backwards into the air on high-stepping toes, yowing as he wagged the fire away.
He glowered and turned back to Xylo, the golden glow returning even more brightly than before. “Dang, Goopman! You’ve got sharp old-man elbows,” He complained, rubbing his scorched palm on his shirt. Even though it stung a little, it felt good in a weird way too. He could smell the smoke in a way he never did before. Taste the acrid air on his tongue. Combining with Poi had changed more than his power level.
In a reprising counterstrike, Vi-Poi jabbed at him with the exact same combination he blocked, only this time he struck at Xylo with one finger instead of a fist.
Hit or miss, Vi-Poi would wheel up high into the sky. “You’re pretty good, for a geezer. But you’ve still got a lot of rust or crust or whatever to shake off. Is that why you needed Ouroboros to do all your fighting for you?” The corner of his mouth turned upward in a slanted grin. “It’s a shame when a proud warrior gets over the hill. Maybe you should take the hint your biology is giving you and change your hobby from warfare to something a bit easier on your joints. Quilting, maybe.”
Jolting with an idea, Vi-Poi bellowed out loudly in Xylo's voice, "Subjects of the Empire, it is I, Xylo! I've decided to give up the invasion plan. Everyone can go home now! Any mercenaries will sadly not be paid. I'm planning on taking up knitting socks and selling them online instead, for all those who are interested. No argyle!"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 1, 2017 23:56:43 GMT
Xylo's grin dissipated as he heard Vi-Poi's impeccable impression. It seemed the Android had more talents than he had let on. In a different life, that kind of skill would have made the Premier of Earth an instant addition to the Mazoku Dominion's very small espionage department, but sadly that day would never come. "What's your strategy, then? Let the buzzsaw swing by my home with a prepared armada? War is the only thing a Saiyan knows, and I'm more than happy to give them what they want."The Namekian's assault commenced, but it seemed even with handicaps, Vi-Poi had the advantage. Every punch was batted away, but at the very least the elbow made an impression on the Android's arm, which had just bent in the most confusing of ways. Xylo's azure adversary complimented him, wiping the smoke from his palm at the same time. Xylo took a step back, watching the Android carefully. This was definitely no Majin, so how could he contort himself that way? Before Xylo could speak, the Android surged forwards, a single finger matching the intensity that the Mazoku Lord had employed mere moments earlier. The Namekian blocked as well as he could, mitigating damage, but most certainly not avoiding it. Each poke and prod from Vi-Poi's finger had the force of an atomic bomb backing it, making each blocked blow feel like getting socked in the arm by a jackhammer. The final strike from the off-worlder slipped past the Mazoku's defense, hitting him right in the jaw, and sending Xylo skidding backwards in the dirt. He came to a stop a few moments later, wiping some of the purple blood from his lip with his thumb. "You fight good. It's a shame you're on the wrong team."Vi-Poi floated into the air, taunting Xylo as he ascended. The words he spoke were a bit new for Xylo. He'd never been called old before, much less over the hill. He glanced down at his hands for a moment; he really was getting wrinkles in places! Before he could retort, Vi-Poi decided to try his mimicry again, but this time on a much larger scale. He shouted at the top of his lungs, catching the attention of the people in the courtyard. They listened to his words intently, but when he finished, they all laughed heartily. One of the bulkier mercenaries wiped a tear from his eyes, patting a friend on the back as he laughed. "Ohoho! That Xylo! Making jokes on the old Freeza-Joke Day! He really knows how to lighten the mood!"The Mazoku Lord chuckled to himself. "Thanks for helping me out. I forgot that holiday even existed." With the crowd enjoying the show from below, Xylo floated up to Vi-Poi, tossing the short robot a smirk. "Are you sure you're fit for fighting? I think a career as a court jester might take you places."The Namekian Lord shot forwards once again, fist cocked back as he shot through the air. As he closed in to the Android, his body would begin to shimmer out of existence, before vanishing completely as his fist shot forwards. It would be a few tense moments before Xylo would reappear from below, his limbs extending up to and snaking around Vi-Poi's leg. Should he get a good grip, he'd spin his grasped opponent around, before tossing him towards a nearby mountain.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 5, 2017 2:07:12 GMT
“Jokes-On-You Day isn’t for another twelve days!” Vi-Poi complained as he was taken by the leg and hurled into a mountain.
Just before he blasted into the mountainside at near the speed of light he caught himself with an outstretched hand, that hand cratering a massive ring into the rock, the immense pressure of the impact shocking graphite into glittering and smoking quartz. Melted rock bubbled and hissed from the ringed rim, running down the slope in red rivulets. The sudden halt sent a jolt of pain through his arm that rattled the rest of his body. He smiled. He hadn’t felt pain like this, not ever. Damage sensors weren’t the same.
He swiveled up into the air to face Xylo once again, one arm and leg still tucked neatly behind his back. “Look here, Goopman,” He said in a just-being-straight-with-you tone, “You really need a hobby. Do something else with your life. What are you gonna do, take over the galaxy so we can all become lame tree-farmers? Your empire's got no style." He dusted some glowing molten flecks from his shirt. "This fight is a preview of what’s going to happen to you and to your army when you try to get too big for your britches. Think your demonic little helper is gonna save your wrinkly green hide when push comes to shove? I’ve made a career of stopping the unstoppable.” He made a circular motion with his arm, a small bulb of white chi forming under the half-arc. “When you fight me next, I won’t be holding back. And I won’t feel sorry for your arthritis or whatever is making your punches so slow,” He gave a wink and a smirk of his own. “Don’t believe me? Bring You’re A Bore-Ass out right now, and see how quick I smoke him. I’ll take on your whole damn empire.” The last words came out as a growl, low and torchy, simmering with challenge. The sky above the Earthling blackened and rumbled, and his golden aura brightened against the darkness until it beamed. “Stay here on Namek, and I’ll help you forge a peace. If you promise not to try to take more planets.”
"Try to flex on me, and this will happen." He lowered his hand to the chi ball, made a loop with his finger and thumb, and flicked it towards Xylo, the searing energy slinging at the Namekian like a superluminal fastball, the energy blueshifting and hissing with tightly-channeled destructive force.
Whether the ki shot hit or not, it’d cause a small but very fierce explosion wherever it detonated.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 6, 2017 11:45:39 GMT
The Namekian chuckled to himself as Vi-Poi was sent careening towards the nearest mountain. He may have been strong, but even the strongest could be bested. Xylo just needed a little more time to prepare, then he could end this fight in a heartbeat. He'd need to employ the maximum level of Makaioken if he wanted a clean victory, but he'd only get one shot at it. If he missed, then the Android would be able to use Xylo as a chew toy. With a quick motion, the Premier arrived in front of Xylo, trying to tell the Mazoku off. He charged an orb of Ki as he spoke, its energy increasing in ferocity as the Android continued on. Finally, as a period to his speech, Vi-Poi tossed his Ki Orb outwards, causing it to sizzle through the air towards the Lord of Mazoku. With a mighty shout, Xylo swiped at the Ki orb with a slashing motion, cleaving the orb in two, which caused it to explode spectacularly. Smoke clouded the area, though it was obvious that Xylo was alive and kicking. As the dust settled, Xylo was revealed to be standing in the same position. Scuff marks covered his armor, and his arm stung with pain, but it wasn't anything worth crying over. The Namekian scowled at Vi-Poi's confident spiel, retorting with an equal amount of bravado. "For someone who was born for battle, you seem to want peace even more than the mystics do. What would you gain from peace, anyways? The only reason you can stand up to me is because of the hardships you faced!" Xylo lowered his center of gravity, as an aura of malicious Ki coated him. "It's the peace you wish to cling to so desperately that helped turn my planet to stardust! It's the peace you scramble towards that brought about countless deaths!"Xylo's energy began to spike sharply, as his aura swirled around him like a maelstrom of hatred. "The Dragon Balls you used to revive those planets had to be fought for, am I right? You had to scratch and bite and rip and tear to get them into your blood-stained hands! Its war that brought back my world, and its the war I will wage that will bring about security for my entire race!"The skies darkened further, as the two warriors became beacons of light. A devilish grin crept onto the Mazoku's face, his fists clenching tightly as he taunted this foe from beyond the stars. "You wish to meet my minion? I will grant you what you desire; all you have to do is beat my next attack. Should be simple enough for a being as powerful as yourself, right?"His words were caked in a worrying confidence. Just what did this devilish Namek have planned?
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 7, 2017 19:04:15 GMT
Vi-Poi guffawed as the Namek parted his attack. The old man still has some tricks left.
Vi-Poi’s lips twisted in amusement at the Emperor of Namek’s speech. Xylo was reaching Saturday-morning cartoon levels of villainhood. He loved it.
“You’re wrong. Peace made me who I am. I exist because of long centuries of it, where the worst worries a kid had were what shortcut to take home to skip getting an atomic wedgie. You do, too. Think yall woulda survived war on the scales you’re talking? Nobody can. You’re turning your people into a sword. And even the sharpest swords are ruined in a real fight.”
When Xylo began to charge, Vi-Poi’s leg and arm fell. He bunched up his fists, leaning forward with excitement. This was it! One of those flashy attacks he’d been warned about. The newfound power coursing through his body made him arrogant and boisterous, but the android was no fool. Even a weakling was dangerous when they were unfurling their chi.
Snatch a brown bag, scoop in some corns, lay on the salt, shake it all about. Popcorn! Buy a box today at Bao-mart. Bao-mart, for all your shopping needs.
“Wowee!” Vi-Poi cried excitedly as a starkly evil chi erupted around the Namekian. It reeked of bad intentions, like a patch of hellfire. The negative energy was so high the entire world seemed to be letting out one long moan. “C’mon, Grandpa Goops! You can do it.” He began to clap his hands together, “More, more, more!”
He widened his stance, grinning. “Well, well, you’ve graduated to two hands. How high can you go?” Not to be outdone and wanting to flaunt it, Vi-Poi let out his own scream, his kiai rolling through the atmosphere. He could feel his heartbeat clearly, pounding in his chest. Getting faster. The golden nimbus surrounding his body exploded with an orange-violet burst of fire, and suddenly the air around him was a pulsing torch of shining light. He could feel his spirit stretching out, feel it growing like a climbing wave in the ocean. He could feel it pressing against Xylo’s chi -- a tremendous tower of darkness, pride, anger. He could feel the quiet thrum of the planet beneath them all, too. It was less than them, they could squash the planet like an egg, and yet in some deeper sense it was somehow more than them. A vast, serene feeling outside of his understanding and ancient beyond comprehension. It made him almost ashamed to be sullying that great old serenity with violence, no matter how right he felt it was.
The vileness pouring from Xylo made his skin crawl, shrinking his good grace. It’s Gramps’s fault, if we muck with this planet. Vi-Poi thought, eyes flashing with anger. How many deaths did an ego like his demand? Feeling his chi, Vi-Poi was sure that if he weren’t stopped he’d just go on, and on, and on. The river of blood wouldn’t run its course through Saiyan space alone. It’d branch out. The moment Xylo found himself standing on the crumbled throne in Cacumber would be the moment he’d decide it was not enough. It would never be enough. All fire ever knew was how to burn. He’d learned that with Realigner Red. What about that little blue world over there? Xylo would wonder. It’d be nice to have a spare set of Dragon Balls, and I didn’t much like how that one Earthling acted.
“Keep making excuses,” Vi-Poi glared, all the humor melted away by the fierce energy he kept pumping from his heart to buttress against that growing mountain of power that Xylo was summoning. “But if you go down this road, you’ll just wind up in the same place you’ve always been.” On a distant horizon, a mountain rose from the sea, floating up silently into the sky, sent soaring like a kite from their roaring souls. The whole world shook.
(Vi-Poi has taken back both his hands, and is charging, himself. SU3 Power Up in use. 200% next round!)
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 18, 2017 0:28:57 GMT
"What about the boy? Etoru is a mere pup; you mean to tell me his days were spent eating sugar and stressing over his schoolwork? He was bred in war. He is meant for it. He will surpass both of us one day, and it will be war that invokes his ascension."Vi-Poi unfurled his full power in response to Xylo's charging chi, causing the Namekian Lord to smirk. He might have preferred to keep the Premier in a more relaxed state, but even if Vi-Poi was ready for the worst, he'd be in for a circuit-shocking surprise. Xylo just needed a bit more strength pooled up, and this battle would end. Surprisingly enough, Vi-Poi seemed excited to see what Xylo had hidden away. Only time would tell if the android felt the same once the Nameks Ki reached its climax. The castle below rumbled, causing most of the nearby denizens to lose their footing for a moment. The whole courtyard had their eyes on this event now. If Xylo fell here, it might just be a crushing blow to the morale of his people. Earth was known for beating back adversity on its doorstep; if Vi-Poi proved that the BBA could attack just as well as it defended, it might discourage more than a few of the less eager mercenaries. "Tell me, Vi-Poi; would you prefer your guts be strung over the castle gates, or hanging along the battlements?"Xylo's smirk grew to a fearsome grin, another devilish laugh escaping him as his eyes flashed a deadly Crimson. His power was growing faster and faster now. It would be mere moments before the grand finale of this bout.
Charging [SU3] Ki Charge!
200% this turn, will become 300% next turn!
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Post by Tabu on Apr 18, 2017 22:15:09 GMT
(Just count me out of this, I'll take zeni).
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 23, 2017 21:54:33 GMT
Vi-Poi made a flapping duck hand, once again imitating Xylo’s voice perfectly. “War is so great. I love war. Heh heh. It’s the best. I have matching pillows and bedsheets and they all say WAR WAR WAR on them. I don’t really have any other hobbies or any plans besides war, but who needs them? War is the answer to everything!”
"I like Etoru just fine, but if he's your model citizen, then you obviously haven't spent enough time with the kid." He put his arms akimbo as his power continued to build, a golden rod that split the sky in two. “After I bust you up, you should take a vacation, cause you’re like, the most no-chill person I’ve ever met. Take a space cruise to Raiti-Zacro. Or maybe Shikk. I hear the beaches are nice there. What’s the point in ruling everything if you’re not going to have any fun?”
The energies warred with one another as they grew. The gold ghost of Poi contrasted sharply with the dark burn of Xylo’s burgeoning Makaioken. Fire spouts bloomed from the ground, soaring high into the air like crimson spears that lit up the sky in brief flashes of orange. The lightning overhead was now accompanied by a roving black gale the whorled across the skies, dumping snow and hail down on the crops below.
“I’ve never felt chi as black as this,” Vi-Poi said, lowering his eyes to Xylo as he felt his mind push hard against the mountain of power growing around the Namekian leader. “Did this Ouroboros demon give it to you? If he did, I hope you’ve ran some scissors around for any strings attached.” He moved forward, the golden glow around him crackling into Xylo’s darkness. The boundary between them writhed like a crazed snake.
“So is this like, all you can manage?" Vi-Poi asked, turning his palms up. "I've still got quite a bit left to go." The power around him exploded. He was shining like a fourth sun.
(Vi-Poi continues to charge. 300% next round.)
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