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Post by Shemha on Apr 10, 2017 18:08:24 GMT
Shemha knew Walker held the title of Crane Master, a position she assumed his death vacated. The extent if his school and students was a mystery though, the information she got from absorbing his essence broken and random. In a perfect world she would be able to recall his every experience and each person he met over his two years, but she was only awarded glimpsed and partially memories. Still, it was more than most would know of the bio android and she planned to use it to the best of her ability. Across the sky she went, demonic companion in tow as she searched for the newest incarnation of the school. From what she gathered after her arrival, the location of the school changed over the years but the knowledge at its core remained the same. The powerful blast that nearly killed Habana belonged to the masters of the Crane style and it had been that way for some time. To acquire such a powerful skill definitely had its appeal, but that was not the driving source behind her search. No, her plans ran far deeper than just a technique. Shemha wanted to build something of her own, well in this case, rebuild something that teetered on being lost. ”Are you sure this is the right way, Shem?” Meridia shouted over the roar of the wind. Thick black mane of hair secured in a ponytail, the demon no longer struggle with annoying strands spread across her face. ”We haven't seen a structure in some time. The information we were given might have been incorrect.” She added with a small shrug of her shoulders. If this turned out to be a wasted trip that meant hours of shopping were unnecessarily lost and what a shame that would be. ”We shall see. I am not ready to turn around yet. Unlike you, I have more to achieve than finding some fancy bobble to add to a useless collection. It's a wonder you're not penniless.” Shemha jabbed back at the girl. As she spoke her eyes remained focused ahead, senses stretched out around them. During their journey several signatures at draw them to a potential target, but all ended in disappointment. Meridia might have been right about the information, but the determined Majin was unwilling to turn around, not for a short while longer at least. ”You underestimate me and my bargaining skills. Many find it hard to say no to this face when I ask for a discount.” The demon chuckled in response, astutely aware that her pretty face was not the feature that often won her favor at shops. If only the creature focused more on training, she could likely rival Shemha. About to send a jab her companion’s way and debate her ego just a little, she decided to let it bloat as another signature pulled at her senses. It was stronger than most and only above the distant tree line. With renewed vigor Shemha shot forward and towards the newest potential lead, excited at the prospect of finding the elusive school. Cresting the treeline, a smile overtook over her neutral expression. There nestled in the trees, sat a structure that resembled other martial arts school she encountered in the past, could this be the one she sought? The home of the Crane Master? Thread/Current PL – 3,732,930/4,728,378 Meridia’s Thread/Current PL – 186,647 Samba |
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Post by Samba on Apr 10, 2017 20:35:10 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"Man... who knew this place could be so beautiful?" A tall, black furred wolfman spoke to no one in particular as he walked the garden that surrounded the Crane School's entrance, stopping once he reached the middle of the small bridge that passed through the pond. Leaning against the railing and looking at the clear waters below, his green eyes traced the swimming patterns of the koi fishes with a content look on his face. "This place really needed a bad cleanup, but thankfully with the help of some clones I managed to clean everything from top to bottom." Sighing under his breath, the Zoan stretched his arms to the skies, humming thoughtfully as his back popped and straightened.
The Zoan chanced a look around the facility, his ears slowly leaning down against the back of his scalp as he saw how empty this place looked without any students or even something as simple as a janitor to hang around with. He sighed again,
this time in forlorn disappointment. "I mean, I did try to spread the word across the four corners of the Earth,
using some clones to speed up the process so I guess..." He rubbed the back of his neck, a frown tugging at his lips.
"All I can do right now is wait, I guess..." He either came to them or they come to this place to learn the teachings of the Crane School, he couldn't force the issue no matter how lonely this place might be seen with only just him for a company.
He was about to head inside the building, only to stop as two large power level pinged on his radar, instantly alert he looked towards the direction where that energy was coming from and realized that it was heading straight for this location. A large bead of sweat slid down the side of his face. "Hopefully they're a friend and not an enemy." He'd rather not get this place completely wrecked just after he cleaned it all up a few days ago.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 11, 2017 0:44:27 GMT
The lone creature that stood before the dojo was one Shemha did not know...yet at the same time, he was familiar. The odd thing about Walker’s acquaintances and companions from his past was that she knew them while having never met them before. For a moment she floated in silence, eyes on the furry Zoan. Sifting through her memories she attempted to recall the name that went with the face...Sanda...Sramba...Samba. She was confident that was it. Donning her best smile she began to descend towards the structure and its single occupant.
”Greetings Samba, if I am not mistaken on your name that is. My name is Shemha and this is my companion, Meridia.” The Majin began as she drew closer. Focused on him, she attempted to read his reaction. It wasn’t her words she worried about, but her appearance. The Zoan knew Walker and might recognize her for it, the horns, eyes and attire of the Majin directly influenced by her absorption of the previous Crane Master. Beyond that, if he searched her signature there were hints of Walker’s own within it.
”It is a pleasure to meet yah.” Meridia added as the pair of females touched down at the end of the bridge. Blissfully unaware of the possible conflict about to erupt between the wolf man and her companion, her smile was a fully honest one. Her stare lingered on the large creature for only a second before they shifted to the structure behind him. Compared to Shemha’s practical but boring dojo, this place was beautiful.
”Please forgive the unannounced arrival, but we have been in search of the Crane School and its new master. Has our search met its end?” She questioned with a slight cock of her head.Unlike her friend, Shemha’s attention remained on the person she spoke to. At the very least he was the grounds keeper and that alone demanded her respect. Should he turn out to be a student or someone even more significant, being polite would benefit her cause all the more. Hopefully he wasn’t just some wandered and this wasn’t just another dead end.
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Post by Samba on Apr 11, 2017 15:28:29 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
A familiar energy brushed over his senses, bringing with it an excited grin on his features. "That is Walker's energy!" He couldn't help but be excited, having not seen the walking treeman after so long; tail wagging behind him he spotted in the distance a shape that looked very similar to Walker, though there were a few discrepancies here and there, for example, the long whip-like tentacle at the back of his head. He couldn't really see him all that well, because of the sun being directly behind it and hiding most of his form in shadows, but as it began to approach the excited grin began to wane and fall from his face, replaced by a frown of bewilderment.
"Who... what?" The Zoanthrope was so confused at this new development, looking between the Majin and her demonic companion. Looking closely he could see how she shared so many similarities with Walker, from the horns to the attire and even how she held herself all screamed of Walker's influence in some way. "Oh... er, nice to make your acquaintances, Shemha, Meridia," The Zoan nodded at both of them, though his gaze wasn't all there, glazed and disorientated as the gears began to turn at the back of his mind.
He wanted to ask Shemha a very important question, mainly how was it that she knew her name, why did she look and felt like Walker's energy and appearance, even in small margins; but most of all if she knew where the walking powerful tree man was, but something told him he didn't want to know the answer to that question.
"W-well, you're in luck; you're looking at the current Crane Master," Normally, Samba would have been excited and even a bit more formal about introducing himself and his grounds towards a potential student or a pilgrim, but his heart wasn't all there at the moment, and now that a small silence stretched between the three of them, the Zoanthrope finally seized the chance to ask his own questions.
"H-hey, how is it that you know m-my name? And..." Samba gulped down the lump in his throat, his large hands grasping the railing on the bridge with a bit more force than necessary, the wood creaking dangerously in warning. "How is it that you resemble Walker so much? Where is he?"
He had his own theories as to how that could be, given that Majins were really common place around Earth and he had been in a space ship island with one for a few weeks before they had to part. He hasn't really interacted with Presto all that much but he had heard how she had absorbed quite a few people and with it acquired some of their characteristics, appearance and even their traits and clothes.
If this Shemha looked so much like Walker, then wouldn't that meant...?
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Post by Shemha on Apr 12, 2017 12:50:27 GMT
Relief and excitement washed over the Majin for a brief moment. With days of fruitless searching and numerous encounters with strangers, they finally found the individual they had been looking for. Of course with that excitement came concern, concern for what the extent of this creature's relationship with the school's former master might mean. From the start she understood the difficult path she walked in attempting to gather her fallen foes allies to a new purpose, but she was determined to try and explain her side of what happened.
”The answers to those questions are simple, yet their implications are complex.” Shemha admitted without hesitance. In the past she often deceived those around her to further the Empire’s goals, but this wasn't a time for lies. Samba was strong, she could feel it, and revealing the truth might gain her a powerful foe, but to hide what happened for it only to be revealed in the future...that would guarantee her a new enemy. So, with a neutral stance and calm expression she explained her appearance and where it was Walker had gone.
”A short time ago, I met Walker on planet Namek. There we decided to work together in order to aid the Namekian Guru gather a collection of seven mystical spheres known as Dragon Balls. He wished to use the magical devices to summon a powerful guardian for his people in order to keep them safe against the many threats our galaxy holds. Walker and myself supported that noble goal so we helped collect them and in time brought all seven together. Unfortunately as we sought to protect another, Lord Xylo, sought to kill and control.” Shemha explained in detail as her eyes remained on the Crane Master. She looked for any hint his body language might give about his thoughts as she drew closer to the point of her short tale.
”In order to combat this sudden threat we made our wishes accordingly and I chose to summon Habana of the SSE, my Commander at the time, to Namek in order to strengthen our forces. Unfortunately that action saw Walker turn on us. The moment Habana arrived he tried to murder her and the rest of us were forced to protect ourselves against him. Through our teamwork and trust of one another we were able to defeat him, but lethal force was required.” She paused to let that sink in, hoping he would not lash out at her for the death of the bio android. When it came down to it, they were not given a choice. It was kill or be killed, surely he could understand that.
”As for my appearance...I am a practical woman and I let no advantage or resource go to waste. With Walker’s soul already gone from this world I took what remained of his essence into me so that I might learn and understand him better. Through that absorption I gained parts of his experiences and memories, that is why I know your name. It pains me to deliver news of his death, yet my remorse is limited. When it comes down to it, Walker chose his path and paid the consequences for his betrayal.” Shemha finished with a very level tone. She didn't want to be harsh, but she would not change who she was to soften the blow to others. The truth was sometimes brutally honest.
Behind her Meridia wasn't so well at controlling her reaction to the recounting of the tree man's fate. She remained quiet, but did wince slightly with her companion’s final sentence. Part of her contemplated saying something to lighten the mood. She ultimately decided against it though. A playful girl for sure, she knew when to keep her mouth shut...usually.
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Post by Samba on Apr 12, 2017 14:48:53 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
He was right about not wanting to know what happened to Walker, but it was too late now to take that back.
He listened, enraptured as Shemha spoke of a wild tale that seemed to have spanned many months, considering he hadn't seen the walking powerful tree man around that timeframe. So there were also another set of Dragon Balls on this planet called Namek? That was interesting to note if they ever needed to use their set, but the tidbit of information was simply pushed at the back of his mind, as his attention was more set on what might have happened to Walker than some stupid wish granting balls of legend.
It was nice to note that Walker had granted his help in order to make sure Namek was secure, especially against the like of an SSE rip-off back when they attacked Earth, this Lord Xylo character he knew nothing about, or sometimes the likes of Breech and his cronies; he still needed to pay Konats another visit to see if anything had changed or if everything went to shit in a handbasket. Sometimes he regretted having turned tail and left the planet to that man's iron fist, not knowing what sort of plans the Android had in mind for such a quaint looking planet, but it was probably nothing good at all considering their first meeting when the Doctor attacked a part of the city with his Cycloids backing him up.
That memory brought more unpleasant memories, so he swiftly shook them aside, good thing too as Shemha's tale seemed to reach a crescendo.
The Dragon of Wishes was summoned, and with it came tragedy. Shemha had summoned Habana, the Commander of the SSE on Namek to help protect the planet, but something must have triggered inside Walker to attack Habana, and why wouldn't he considering what Zucceta and her organization had done to countless planet with the help of the Tree of Might and then her following attack on planet Earth? Not to mention how they had killed Walker's friend, Reikiko back at Planet Vegeta, nevermind that the one to had stopped and 'killed' Reikiko had been Bing Gang at the time.
He didn't know how Walker's mind functioned one hundred percent of the time, the tree man was quiet and secretive when he wanted to be, and could have bursts of rage when something he abhorred or was furious with was brought to attention. He didn't know how to feel about all of this; had Walker's rage or actions been completely justified? Or was his rage and prejudice to bring justice upon evildoers so bright that it completely blinded him to see reason?
As Shemha's tale drew to a close, the Zoan didn't look away from her eyes and had all his senses on high alert, his ears twitching periodically to detect a blip or stutter in her heartbeat that would serve to alert him of a possible lie, yet there wasn't any. As she spoke her final words, his grip on the railing finally reached a pressure that it couldn't withstand any longer, and with a loud snap followed by her last sentence, his two humongous paws crushed the hardwood into small chips and splinters.
Samba took a deep shuddering breath, his eyes stinging at the news that someone had he had slowly come to admire and respect had reached their end. His eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, the Zoan resolute in his attempt to not let Shemha nor her companion see him in such a vulnerable state, but why bother? They had kept their eyes on him at all times, they probably saw how his eyes widened, how his body trembled with barely repressed emotions and the tears that wanted to spring from his eyes and mat his fur down.
Her words kept turning inside his mind, especially her last sentence, and even though he didn't want to admit it he could see the truth behind her words, and with it that brought a recent memory of his battle against the Turtle Hermit, particularly a sentence he spoke with passion about his belief of going down the path of an avenger.
His brows furrowed down into an impressive scowl as that man's word dared to cross his mind, subconsciously the Zoanthrope's aura reacted with his emotions, flaring up wildly with whips of ghostly energy licking at his body, as it did that his power suddenly seemed to go up by half, eclipsing Shemha's power by a small margin and completely outclassing Meridia's. With that power came a small feeling of being in the presence of a predator, of having a large animal looking down at you with their eyes and see nothing but something to eat or destroy because you were so insignificant.
([UT-3] Predator used: Samba's PL is briefly at: 4,761,048)
But as fast at it came, it left swiftly like it was biding its time back in the safety of the trees, in their shadows and safe with the knowledge it could strike back whenever it wanted. Slowly, the Zoan's eyes began to open, green eyes locking with Shemha's. "I... see..." His expression was its default resting bitch face, so it was hard to truly know what he was feeling except for those that took that expression at face value: Anger, Indignation, Displeasure. Though if one looked closely they'd see that his eyes were telling everyone what he was truly feeling: Sorrow, Mournful, Forlorn.
Taking a deep breath, the Zoan took immense pride in the fact that he could keep his tone level and calm and not a stuttering mess with his next words. "Walker knew what he was getting into when he choose to walk the path of an avenger or judge jury and executioner; I cannot fault you for taking matters into your own hands and dealt with the danger at hand. It is illogical that you or those present at the time would have merely stood there and let him do whatever he pleased..." There was a brief silence as Samba trailed off, his teeth gritting together so hard that he almost chipped a tooth.
His fists clenched by his sides, his hackles rising as a snarl pulled at his lips, revealing rows upon rows of sharp wite teeth ready to rend and tear meat apart. Even though his posture was menacing and ready to lunge at any moment, the Zoan didn't take any step or motion do attack the subject of his anger. Because there was nothing he could do, killing her wouldn't bring Walker back, it would only make him feel a small sense of satisfaction before it was overshadowed by apathy and a hole that only kept growing larger and larger.
Impotent rage, it was an accurate way to describe what he was feeling right now. "Then why... why is it that I feel like I want nothing more that bash your skull wide open!"
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OOC NOTES: So much angts~~
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+++[UT3] Predator - Samba is able to take the energy control a step further by temporarily increasing his power level by half! Though this is simply a bluff, and he cannot use techniques with his new power - it only lasts a turn. It is mostly meant to be used to make someone surrender peacefully.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 13, 2017 18:10:42 GMT
Her read on Samba was a mixed one. While Meridia visibly jumped as the poor railing suffered his powerful grip, Shemha remained still and resolute. Rage was an appropriate response and she was not unprepared for it. She momentarily envisioned what her response might be if someone delivered her the news of Habana’s death or how she felt on the day her master was slain. Loss was a real thing, one she felt she handled with temperance, but undeniable. Constantly she reminded herself that compared to most creatures, even though it wasn’t always intentional, she was rather cold. Not to mention in regards to this topic, she now knew it was possible to return from the world of the dead.
For an instant his power surged, what she expected to be the predecessor to some sort of offensive action. Matched with the expression that overtook his features, more evidence pointed to a physical conflict. However, the blazing aura and inflation of his energy was short lived. In a show of restraint, he controlled himself. The show of power and then the will to reign it in was almost full proof to an outside party, if only his eyes did no betray them. Through those orbs she saw the real reason for his frustration; it was a mask for deeper emotions.
Again, she understood. Anger rarely plagued the Majin, yet something more complex was often restrained under her calm, neutral exterior. One might classify what she hid as love, but it was far closer to admiration than that, admiration for the Empire that allowed her to exist with a purpose. That hidden emotion fueled her in ways those she interacted with did not understand. Under the guise of a dutiful soldier Shemha strove to fulfill what the SSE required of her. That devotion is what brought her to this remote location and what kept her unflinching against the powerful creature before her.
Thankful that he at least understood Walker’s death was his choice as much as anyone’s, she felt the conversation finally took a turn towards the positive. If he saw the events on Namek from her perspective than there was a chance to accomplished her goal. Just as soon as that thought crossed her mind, his snarl washed it away. Teeth revealed in feral fashion, Samba’s frustration once again became forefront. Whether it was a good choice or would angered the Zoan further, Shemha responded with the same level tone as before.
”Whatever motivation you have to do so will only guide you in Walker’s footsteps. You have taken up his position as Master. Do you truly wish to embody not only his success, but also his mistakes?” The blunt words harsh, yet there was truth behind them. Shemha followed up with a moment of silence, letting her words sink in before she continued.
”What happened was unfortunate, as were many things in the Empire’s past. That being said, Habana has replaced Zucceta as Queen and looks to change the way the SSE operates. In part, that is why I have sought you out, Samba, Master of the Crane school. However, I would never impose myself on another and if you wish for me to leave, I shall.” She finished. As always, she meant it. This was his school and his land, if he did want her there she would not remain.
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Post by Samba on Apr 13, 2017 19:16:48 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
His glare alone could melt steel beams, solely directed and locked with the Majin's eyes, so reminiscence of Walker's it was almost painful for him to stare at her for too long. But she was correct, and why wouldn't she considering she just told him that the path that his previous Master had followed led to his downfall. With a tired sigh, the Zoan stood down, his shoulders dropping as the fight left his system, and with it brought exhaustion and a brief feeling of apathy spreading through his body.
After a bit of thought, the Zoan regarded the two of them with a look before he sighed again. "How troublesome..." He rubbed the back of his nape, the motion rather awkward as he didn't know what to do now that her request was just suddenly dropped on his lap. On one hand he could just tell her to leave, as she so graciously offered him a way out from this conversation, but on the other hand, he wanted to know why she came all this way just to meet him, and what she might want from him.
"Alright... I'll hear you out," Turning around, the large Zoan began to walk towards the Crane School building but stopped after three steps to tilt his head to the side, his eye boring into the two individuals standing a few feet behind him. "Let's go, we'll settle this over some tea; if there was anything that I've been taught by my parents, may they rest in peace, is that a host should always be gracious to their guests. You can tell me what you want once we're inside."
If they didn't want to then he had no qualms about just standing there and listening to Shemha's request and or questions that she might have.
But should they actually take him on his offer then soon enough they'd be in a guest room, the wolfman kneeling on the ground with a low table containing a tea set ready to be used, the wolfman sat with Shemha and Meridia right in front of him so he could watch them both at once. Calmly, Samba grabbed the tea and served both of them each a cup before doing the same with himself, the calming smell emanating from the cup wafting across the whole room. "What is it that you need me for? Surely going all the way to this place only to find the Crane Master wasn't your only objective?"
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Post by Shemha on Apr 13, 2017 23:41:46 GMT
Internally Shemha signed with relief. She was willing to leave him be as she promised, but of course she wanted him to at least hear her out. That gave her a chance to accomplish what she wanted and that was all she could ask for.
”Thank you, Master Samba.” Shemha said as he paused to look back over his shoulder at the duo.With that the two fell into his shadow and moved towards the dojo. In silence the Majin sent a look to her companion that conveyed her skepticism that this would go well,yet at the same time held a hope that it would. Meridia only smiled in response.
Invited inside, both female’s moved to take a seat opposite him, each thanking him in turn. To follow proper etiquette Shemha lifted the small cup to her lips in order to take a sip. Its flavor was matched only by its pleasant aroma as a small smile touched the Majin’s lips.At her right the demon looked equally pleased with the warm offering and maintained her grip on her small cup while Shemha returned hers to the table.
”Very well. Out of respect for your time I shall get right to the point.” Shemha began as her eyes shifted to lock calmly with those of the Zoan.
”The galaxy is changing. New powers are shifting into place and I personally believe the near future will see a long peace. However, my belief does not guarantee this future. Queen Habana wishes to ally with Earth and face the coming threat that Lord Xylo offers. I trust in her decision, but I fear for what that alliance might mean. Now I assume that your residence on Earth implies your acceptance of Vi-Poi as the planets leader as my presence on Vegeta implies mine of Habana.
That being said, there is always a chance those we put our trust in will betray us for one reason or another. Whether it be power or malfunction, there is no certainty that this peace between Earth and Vegeta will remain. I seek to set up a contingency plan for that possibility. Through my absorption of Walker I learned of his allegiance to the organization known as Wild Hunt. From what I understand of its purpose, it strove to take preemptive action against those who might threaten others.
While I understand how that might have once been wise, I feel it was far too aggressive. This is not to say I believe it always best to be responsive, but being prepared for unforeseen events does have its merit.
I know this may be soon after I participated in Walker’s end,but I wish to re-purpose the Wild Hunt to secretly keep those who call themselves peace keepers in check. My vision is for those who are willing to be a part of it to act against any who might threaten a peace once it is established. Whether it be Xylo, Vi-Poi or even Habana herself. The last thing I wish to do is raise my hand against Habana, but if for some reason her vision of the future becomes corrupted, I wish to be prepared. This new Wild Hunt would hold no allegiance, but to peace itself.
My goal was to see if the new Crane Master might have interest in this. Little did I know it would be you I would find. I am aware of your affiliation with the group in the past. This is not something I wish for you to decide today and I am completely open to hearing your thoughts on the matter. However, my honest hope is that you will see and agree with my point of view.” Shemha finished as she lifted her tea cup up once more to take a long drink, a clear sign she was done for the moment. She felt she included all she wished to say and now awaited his response.
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Post by Samba on Apr 14, 2017 22:43:21 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
As she explained her reason for being here, the Zoan's eyes couldn't help but widen a little as her speech continued and delved deeper into what might happen in the future concerning certain individuals with a lot of power in their hands. It was something that had been nagging at his mind ever since he heard about how the Premier of Earth came into power and how easily that power could corrupt someone; nevermind that the Premier was also an Android and by default already on Samba's 'keep an eye on' list since every and all Androids he had met thus far had caused nothing but trouble in some way or form.
As her speech drew to an end, the Zoan locked eyes with her for some time, trying to see and hear if there had been any lie in her expression or the way that her heartbeat picked up or slowed down; but there was nothing but stoic calm and an even heartbeat from her. In the end seeing that she was speaking the truth and there wasn't any sort of shady deal going on, he sighed deeply and scrubbed a hand down the side of his face. "Alright, let's just get one thing very clear here," His index finger rose up, demanding the attention of the two lovely looking ladies in the room. "I don't trust Vi-Poi, hell if I had the power I'd try and 'dethrone' him and put someone more humanoid in his place, considering that all my interactions with Androids thus far had been nothing but unpleasant and unkind, I don't really trust him at all. In fact, I'm kind of pissed off with him at the moment because of what he did to my friend, one Chili Pepper; who the hell grabs a kid and throws them half across the world? He's merely a child, and the Premier did that to him, who the fuck does that?"
He rose another finger after he calmed down from his momentary show of annoyance. "Second point; I heard about this Lord Xylo character, how couldn't I when he made a global announcement across all channels and modes of social media, right? In any case, he sounds like one tough cookie, so all the help we can get is appreciated, yet I also have reservations against it considering a backstab could happen at just the right time once he's dealt with." He could clearly see it now; Habana and Vi-Poi battling against Xylo and defeating him; only for the two of them to turn at each other for one reason or another once he was out of the way.
"Oh, by the way, why is he so dangerous anyway? Does he have some sort of secret weapon like what Zucceta had with her damnable Tree of Might?" That could be the reason Lord Xylo was so dangerous, perhaps he had something up his sleeve that could counter even the likes of Habana, Vi-Poi, or hell perhaps even Bing and Zucceta?
"Third point, and last of all..." The Zoan trailed off suddenly, a frown pulling at his lips. "Coming back to the Wild Hunt... I'm unsure about it." He sighed and suddenly drank most of the liquid inside his cup, only to refill it again quickly and down that too as well, he'd need all the calming effects or whatever hocus pocus were in the tea to deal with this. "But, like I told Walker before if they ever needed my help then I'd answer the call, he was my friend and even though I didn't interact much with them at all, Presto and Celmaru I mean, they also count towards my promise if they ever need it., and since you absorbed Walker into your psyche that alone also puts you in there... I think..."
Shrugging his large shoulders, Samba gave the Majin a weak smile. "Eh, what the hell; I don't really have anything better to do anyway besides going around giving some fliers and advertise that the Crane School is back in order. As you can see no one has come to be my student just yet so my itinerary is free for whatever."
His brows furrowed after a brief silence settled between them. "It's not going to be easy," He said suddenly, the Zoan quick on explaining what he meant. "I mean, getting people into this organization; most people seem to adore the Premier and the fact that they think the sun shines out of his damn metallic ass and would never think he could turn on his people, the same goes for Habana as well back at Planet Vegeta."
The Zoan closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, his face settling into a thoughtful expression. "I'm in, in any case. But like I said, making people see our side and come to our aid could be quite difficult, but not necessarily impossible."
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Post by Shemha on Apr 16, 2017 3:45:04 GMT
Once more Shemha hid the joy within her behind a mast of neutrality. Emotion rarely did anything, but reveal what you wanted hidden. In this case it was nothing mischievous, the Majin just did not want to be read so easily. The statements he made about the Premier and Xylo would receive no dispute from her, her sentiments near the same on both individuals. If she could have her way, the two would be removed from power and closely watched for the rest of their days. Death wasn’t necessary if they could be convinced to step down, yet that did seem unlikely. Leaving that sort of conversation for another time, Shemha smiled warmly as he finished with his agreement to give this new version of the Wild Hunt a try.
”First and foremost, you have my thanks, Master Samba.” Shemha expressed her gratitude with an incline of her head. ”I honestly believe this sort of preparation is the only thing that can ensure peace in the future. Now, let me answer you questions as it seems you lack information on Xylo’s most recent actions.”
”On Namek, when he declared himself its new ruler, he did not do so without careful planning. Not only did he bring a powerful demon with him to secure his claim, but unknown at the time of his arrival, he possessed a secret weapon of sorts. Thankfully a soldier of the SSE who happened to survive a close encounter with the Namekian got site of it and before the end, we all sensed its power.
It seems Xylo has access to a strange egg as it was described. Useless in its base form, the alien artifact has the power to give birth to a powerful entity. Even while locked in battle with Walker, I could sense its strength…a level of energy that surpassed even Walker himself. It was the reason my allies and myself chose to flee Namek to regroup. There was no way we could have defeated it then, not after already having been through so much. I know Habana is cautious of this creature and my assumption is that is another reason why she sought out an alliance with Earth.” She explained before pausing to take a gentle sip of her tea.
”As for gathering others…yes I realize the difficulty in that. Many warriors of commendable ability already owe their allegiance to one faction or another, yet there are a few I believe that will see things the same as you and I. Especially with how certain leaders carry themselves, no names need be mentioned.” She added, clearly a jab at a certain android. With that the Majin allowed herself to relax a little. Not exactly tense or on edge, she let the serious, businesslike approach she started with wane a little.
In a moment of silence she looked around the room, taking in the design of the dojo itself. It was nicer than her own, at least from a decorative standpoint. While she was almost always focus on practically over all else, that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the beauty in something like this, not to mention its lovely location. To her side, Meridia took the Majin’s silence as a chance to speak up.
”So, you have no students? As in like, not a single one?” The demon asked tactlessly with no regard for the idea that she might just be rubbing salt in a wound. Samba’s claim was recent of course, but what Master was pleased with no students to teach his ways?
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Post by Samba on Apr 17, 2017 15:38:19 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
A small blush dusted the Zoan's cheeks thanks to the Majin's gratitude, the male rubbing the back of his nape bashfully at the honorific given to him. He figured that it was appropriate given that he was a host and these two were on his lands, it was custom to act in such a way; he just didn't expect it to happen to him in the near future. He reasoned that he might as well get used to it soon, considering once he starts to get a backlog of students wanting to learn the Crane Style he'd hear "Master Samba", or "Samba-sensei" day in and night out for the rest of his days.
He grew serious however as Shemha began to explain how this Lord Xylo character became so strong and feared so quickly; as he had suspected the villain had a secret weapon of some kind, an egg of sorts that seemed to host a powerful entity inside of it. One that could grow stronger the longer the battle went on going by her account; growing so strong that it even surpassed Walker's power. Samba broke into a cold sweat, just trying to imagine a being that could rival Walker's power and even surpass it send shivers down his spine; one thing was for sure if they wanted to beat this entity, either they immediately went for the egg itself and destroy before it could hatch or everyone dogpile upon it to quickly bring an end to it should it hatch before they could destroy the egg.
It wouldn't be that easy, far from it in fact; Lord Xylo would attempt to stop them from destroying the egg, and something told him that the egg wasn't his only trump card; it stood to reason that if the entity that came inside the egg were to be taken out then he'd drag out his last card in the deck so to speak. No, they needed to be swift and meticulous, both of them should be taken out at the same time instead of individually; least they get blindsided with a sneak attack after fighting one or the other.
"This is most troubling..." The Zoan closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head slightly. "An entity more powerful than Walker... just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. He was the strongest person I've ever had the chance to meet in person, to think that this alien lifeform could rival his powers makes me realize that I still have a long way to go before I achieve my maximum power." As he said that, the Zoan clenched his fists closed and open minutely. "This isn't the end of my potential; Walker taught me that when he unlocked my current power many months ago, I can still grow stronger, I know that I can keep getting stronger. I just need to stay determined and keep on going like I am."
Her jab at a certain Android brought a chuckle out of him, an amused smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, with her statement it brought forth a brief sense of calmness, the silence stretching for a few seconds but not becoming oppressive or awkward, in fact, it felt natural to the Zoan.
As he went to take another sip of his drink he saw from his peripheral vision that the Majin was taking her chance to look around the place, it brought forth a small sense of satisfaction that she seemed to approve of what she found, or at least that was the feeling he was getting from her. Back before he had cleaned this place up it looked completely deserted and like a slum, spider webs everywhere and a thick layer of dust permeated every single inch of this building, it took ages and a considerable amount of water, soap, and determination to make it look sparkly clean.
Don't even get him started on all the other shit he had to acquire and procure to make it look at least slightly descend, he had to go all the way towards his ghost of a hometown and see if there was anything salvageable to use; in the end there was enough to give it a little life to this place, the Zoan liked to think that with this he could try and believe he was finally but slowly letting that part of his past submerge instead of always shackling him like it used to a year ago.
He shook his head as Meridia choose to ask a question after a prolonged moment of silence from her end, a wince was the reaction she got from her query alongside a tired sigh. "Yes, you're correct. I haven't gotten a student yet, but perhaps soon! Someone should read the fliers or get curious about it to come and train under me..." His brows furrowed, an almost saddened expression crossed the wolfman's features; the look on his face akin to a kicked puppy. "Right?"
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Post by Shemha on Apr 18, 2017 19:11:26 GMT
”As do we all…” Shemha murmured as she continued to take in the details of his facility. Like their shared sentiments in the Premier, she agreed that his potential had not been reached. Walker's absorption unlocked new strength within her, yet she felt there was more. Habana outshined her, Walker outclassed her and even the evil Lord Xylo trumped her. She needed to be stronger for her sake and the sake of others. There was no way to predict when war would strike.
Eyes on the far wall of the dojo, the Majin did not miss Meridia’s question or his response. Nor did she miss the disappointment in his tone. What Master wanted an empty dojo? Again silence overtook them, only the sound of Shemha taking another sip of her tea broke it quickly followed by light clatter if her cup being set back on the table.
”It is a shame this wonderful establishment sits empty. Perhaps the two of us should test one another and see it put to good use.” She suggested as she rose to her feet. The motion was a fluid one, her boneless legs able to bend and shift unnaturally as she stood. By the time she was upright, her eyes had returned to the furred creature across from her.
”What do you say, Master Samba?” The Majin added with a near playful smile. Whether she meant it from the perspective of a potential student or just out of respect, was left to his imagination.
The truth of it was, she did have a small desire to train under him. Through Walker’s essence she was able to learn and understand his techniques, save one. The very attack he attempted to destroy Habana with was beyond her. On multiple occasions she tried to master the powerful blast, but she was missing something. Unsure of what aspect she left out, the only way she could devise was to learn from the one who replaced him. Aware that it was a technique possessed by the Crane School, there was a possibility that Samba could teach her. Of course, she would not press him for it and the offer for real training in the ways of the Crane was up to him.
Additionally, training with Samba on any level granted her insight into the powerful warrior who was soon to be a member of the revitalized Wild Hunt. If she was to lead them, which was her desire, she wished to understand those who pledged their allegiance to the cause and to understand their strengths and weaknesses. From what she saw so far, Samba was capable of exerting control of his emotions, but was he so restrained under combat? The railing outside might argue he was not. The only way for her to really know was to engage him herself. Experience was the best teacher.
For those reasons she would be more than happy to test herself against him. Rather close to her own signature in terms of strength, the idea of a challenging opponent was exciting in itself. Rarely did she get to go all out against anyone these days, her strength usually limited in order to make a session fair. From what she sensed and what he displayed outside, he was on her level.
Desires aside, should he decline all together, no sour taste was left in her mouth. Almost always respectful, she tried not to push herself on others if they weren’t receptive. It was true she often bent the truth to angle things in her favor, but rarely did she choose an aggressive approach.
”Well if you two are going to go at it, I am going to enjoy some more of this tea from a safe vantage point thank you very much.” Meridia added and if he accepted the challenge, the demon wasted little time in scooping up what she could for the show. A tough warrior in her own right, the finely dressed female preferred to enjoy her life in comfort rather than spend it sweating.
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Post by Samba on Apr 20, 2017 19:31:27 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"You want me to spar with you?" Samba asked with a tone of surprise in his voice, suddenly standing up at the rather sudden request being laid out on his lap like this. He rubbed the back of his nape as he thought that over for a few seconds before finally giving the Majin woman an answer to her question.
"Well uh, I'd be elated to fight with you, it's been a long time since I ever fought someone close to my level," The last one had been the Hybrid Saiyan Articho, and that spar with Walker had just been the ant meeting an immovable object scenario. He merely side-eyed the demonic companion of Shemha with a curious gaze before shrugging his shoulders. "Fine by me. Knock yourself out, Miss Meridia."
Turning his attention back towards Shemha, he gave her a nod of acknowledgment. "Normally I'd just use the Dojo that I got built out back, but I'd prefer more mobility and free space, so the huge backyard behind the school should do the trick." He turned and motioned the woman to follow her. "Right this way, once we're there we can start." He couldn't lie, he was already getting pumped up for this battle, his skin was vibrating and there was an extra skip in his heavy steps.
Once outside, the Zoan began to do a few warm-ups. "So any restrictions or anything you want from this battle, Miss Shemha? Or does anything goes? Actually, would you mind working in a high gravity setting? At the moment I can go up to one hundred and twenty times Earth's gravity." If she said yes then instead of fighting in the backyard he'd take a case from the pocket of his trousers and search inside for a specific capsule, once he found it he'd pocket the case and throw the capsule on the ground a few feet away.
With a puff of smoke, a grandiose and not to mention enormous ship appeared in front of them, the Galactic Patrol symbol emblazoned proudly at the center of the ship's exterior. "This was left to me by a very dear friend of mine, once we're inside we can train there." In no time at all after escorting her through a few hallways and turns they'd find the Gravity Room, once inside the Zoan would pad towards the controls and fiddle with them for a short bit. "I'm not the most technological person there is, but I can work through these controls no problem." As he said that he set the gravity to x120 that of Earth's and put the simulation to an almost carbon copy of the outside area of his School.
"There, we should be fine now." The large Zoanthrope said with a gruff tone as the pressure settled down upon his body, almost overwhelming in its intensity but he soldiered on. If Meridia had followed them through all of this then she'd have a nice front row seat outside of the gravity room as there was a room specially designed to overlook the inside of it.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 22, 2017 3:33:22 GMT
The two females followed in silence. Shemha remained quiet because her host was speaking while Meridia’s silence was thanks to the tea she sipped every few steps. With plenty of the delicious liquid still at hand, the often talkative girl would likely be quiet for some time. As they stepped outside, the Majin again took a moment to admire the school grounds. Larger than it looked from the front, the way the facility was set into the mountain masked its true size. Again, she noted its wonderful design compared to her own…perhaps she would make some improvements when she returned to Vegeta.
”Restrictions? None on my end. My belief is that the more training sessions simulate a hostile battleground, the more the participants benefit. In many cases I prefer continuing until one or more of the combatants cannot continue. If taking a beating in the safety of a dojo can save my life down the road, I am all for it.” She said as she finished her scan of the open area. When she turned back to a him a smile greeted his own excitement.
”It seems this meeting might have been a fated one. My limits are currently at the exact same place, one hundred and twenty times normal gravity is the maximum I am able to handle.” The coincidence was a pleasant one. Thankfully all of her most recent sessions were gravity enhanced and she was quickly working her way up. Poor Meridia was being forced along as well, the demon the Commander’s frequent sparring partner.
Initially she thought he meant to train in the courtyard, but when he drew the capsule from his pants she understood. Slowly she backed up to create space for whatever it was he wished to unleash and it was a good thing she did. The massive vessel reminded her in a way of Walker’s own floating island. Not exactly comparable, yet this was another Wild Hunt member with a large ship. Was that part of the requirement to join?
She didn’t miss the symbol on it, but decided to save that question for later. Casually she followed the zoan in and eventually separated from Meridia as the demon and her tea moved on to the viewing area. As Samba moved to adjust the gravity settings and give them a more appealing setting, she waited patiently. When the gravity hit her, her legs bent for a moment. The force felt fresh each time she stepped it up, but as always, she slowly adjusted to it.
”I am looking forward to this, Master Samba. It has been some times since I have tested myself against someone new that is a rival in terms of power. Shall we agree to not hold back?” Shemha asked as she shifted her legs apart, arms at her sides. Wanting to take him on at an even level, she took action to remove the defensive advantage her body naturally possessed. With a deep breath she summoned the energy within her to enhance her physical strength, a technique that made her more vulnerable, but not dangerously so. A slender woman despite her 6’2” stature, her muscles bulged slightly as she infused them with extra power. Her feminine build filled out and toned up, until she was left with a more athletic look.
”What do you say?”
Magic Conversion used. New PL is 4,026,368! (That leaves you at like 79% of her PL so lets just call it 80%!)
[UT]Magic Conversion(Power Weighted)By shifting the flow of the magic within her, Shemha is able to increase her offensive power at the cost of her defenses, this results in an increase of her offensive pl by +x1 and a decrease of her defensive PL by -x3. You must have a transformation that provides at least +x3 defensive PL to use this technique. Using Power Weighted costs 0 KP in a KP Battle.
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