Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Nov 22, 2014 1:58:20 GMT
(Light weights on)
Koramund sat on top of a sky scrapper, lifting up a tiny cup of tea. Strange, how thermal heat could stay in water for so long, but it would cool down inevitably. He was getting ready to try his first rest since he has awoken, sure he felt alright, but he wanted to see if he could get one of those "dreams" those humans spoke of. Kora got up, his weighted biological padding embedded into himself jiggling, as he looked to the sky. He was hoping someone would show up before he went to bed, he wanted to meet some other flying people. Anyone who was super powered would calmly speak to him, for they always stood at an advantage over him.
Koramund wrapped his tail around himself to keep warm, the extra fat helping with the harsh wind. It was nothing to him, but the cold was just annoying. He closed his eyes, a few minutes and he would drift into sleep, but he was putting his hopes to high. He wanted to meet another Acrosian, see what they are like, and he also wanted a dang friend. Why wouldn't his dreams come true? Snap out of it! He has only been awake for a damn day, why should be thinking these things?
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 22, 2014 2:10:29 GMT
You know, Wyntre hadn't really liked Earth all too much. It wasn't a very interesting planet. What, however, had interested her, was it's inhabitants. Where ever she'd look, there where powerful people. The power levels where immense. She often had a look at where her scouter said the most powerful being on Earth resided, just to see who it was. But, just like anything else, it soon became a bore. When, she asked herself. When? When do I do what I yearn to do? When can I do what I know I must do? When can I murder my parents and take the Planet Trade Organisation for myself?
Soon, she told herself. It's all going to happen soon. Oh well. Wyntre was currently in the air, looking down on one of the human cities. When, she continued. When can I destroy this pitiful planet? Soon, she told herself. In this, she was content. She had caught, or rather her scouter had caught, a rather strange reading. Finding herself bored, she slowly flew over to the very top of one of the tall buildings the humans where proud of. It wasn't even that high! But, soon, she had caught sight on whom her scouter scouted. He looked a bit like an Arcosian, but... well... he didn't quite fit, really. At all. His skin, if it was even skin, was not of an Arcosian's. His tail... well, it was an abomination. Oh well. Her curiosity and good manners far overpowered her disgust as she came into his vision. "Nice view, isn't it?"
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
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Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 22, 2014 2:21:28 GMT
Koramund's eyes shot open, his eyes gazing to Wyntre. She, looked like him! A Acrosian?! But, where were her wings? Koramund listened to her words, and then spoke out with a strange insectoid second layer to his voice, "Hello my friend, the view is something void to be at the moment." Koramund's back exploded with bodily fluid, as his jeweled insect wings came out. The thinly coated wings reflected some light, making them sparkle with a strange mystic glow, but that was all that was special about his wings. All the jewels on his body light up like candles to the approaching twilight, but his attention snapped back to her. Koramund then raised himself, as he bowed to her, and spoke in a strange mixture of Saiyan and Acrosian, every other word being switched between the languages, "I am Koramund the Exile, I vanished from the Acrosian home world about 60 years ago, and I have recently awoken." He blinked, before flying up to her, his eyes sparkling, he saw a chance.
Koramund then spoke with joy and happiness, speaking in English again, "Your an Acrosian correct? Why are you here? I didn't know Acrosians leaved home, or are you on vacation?" Koramund was a strange mixture, he killed those he needed to, but to the current world he was gentile. He treated those with unfit blood on their hands like death itself, while those he loved he showed absolute adoration for. This was a mixture of awe and confusion, but it was clear he wasn't going to leave, it was his bloody territory. He waited for her response, and then continued quickly, "Might I ask your name?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 22, 2014 10:01:23 GMT
Well, this was certainly odd. Odd, that was a a good work. And, while in most regards a spiffingly-good word, it didn't even begin to describe the situation if you where to ask Wyntre. Yes, quite odd. Then, the strange figure had spoke. It was a mix between Saiyan and the Arcosian languages, but she could only pick up the Arcosian. She heard 'I ? Koramund ? Exile, I ? from ? Arcosian ? world ? 60 ? ago, ? I ? recently ?'. From some quick deduction, she figured he is a Exile called Koramund, or perhaps that's just a Saiyan word, that he's, no, it's from Arcose and he did something both recently and 60 somethings ago. Huh.
Then, she listened again, with the, uh, Arcosian? Yeah, the Arcosian now speaking english. Wyntre has never heard of a winged Arcosian... but oh well, he may be useful. After all, he may be an Arcosian, and that brings power in the bucket-loads. Wyntre hadn't trained in many years, and yet in her True Form she was one of the most powerful on the planet. She'd need to be the most powerful in the galaxy, no, the universe, to do what she plans to do... Oh well. "Well, I suppose you could say it's an vacation. Wyntre, Princess of Arcose."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
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Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 22, 2014 13:34:24 GMT
Koramund looked at Wyntre, and listened to her title. He then spoke quickly, "That means if your the Princess, you could help me! I wish to grow stronger, and I wish to become unexiled from my home. I wish to grow powerful enough to stop the pain that has been dealt to myself and others. And my wishes, can be solved with you, and so I wish to offer my services as a warrior under your command." Fool, she most likely doesn't understand your language, she didn't respond to it that well. Say it again in English. Koramund blinked, he had a small secondary consciousness from the virus that was good at correcting him, which was a life savor at times.
Koramund repeated his sentence, in English this time, but adding more, "I am Koramund the Exile, I was exiled from the Acrosian home world about 60 years ago, and I have recently awoken watching my sister die before my eyes. I want to regain my right to my home, even if I am not Acrosian anymore." He blinked, the virus, is that why he could do all of this?! Your Acrosian cells have been destroyed and replaced with my own, you can still transform like an Acrosian, but you do it differently. You are a Bio-Android Koramund, and we believe you are the only one in the galaxy that is sentient. Koramund placed a hand to his forehead, speaking with a whimper of despair, "...I am sorry my Princess, I am... truly a foul mutation for your kind. Apparently I am now a... Bio-Android. If you pardon my excuse from this, I do not believe you would like to talk to myself any longer." He stopped moving his wings, and used them simply to glide over to the Sky scrapper, landing once again. He wrapped his tail around himself, and simply sat, thinking about what has happened to him.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 23, 2014 9:29:39 GMT
Wyntre was quite confused at first when he began talking. After about what she assumed a long sentence, or possibly just a very long and complicated word, he begun again, and Wyntre picking up occasional words from before. It seemed, unless coincidentally just sounding like English, that he was currently speaking it. "Yes, I can help you, and I can certainly can help you grow stronger."
Wyntre had looked at the creature, investigating his wings with curious intrigue. In her heart, an unusual battle had occurred between disgust and sympathy, but disgust was held at bay again, for now. "Well, nice to meet you, Koramund. And don't worry about being a Bio-android, I've met three."
Wyntre had thought about this for a second, congratulating herself for not wording it differently. Because, as you may know, she had killed these three bio-androids. Getting that out of her head, she put in her hand for a hand-shake.
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 23, 2014 13:30:27 GMT
Koramund blinked, looking at Wyntre, and then gave her a Hand-shake. uncurling from his momentary mental issues. He then made a offer, "...I heard rumors in the mercenary job that you own your own forces, the Wyntre cult. From what I have been told, your a goddess to them." Koramund suddenly shifted, smiling, then continued, "I wish to join you Wyntre, I want to fight along someone who is doing something right. Well if your little group calls you a goddess, what bad could you have done?" Koramund was growing more desperate, he just wanted a place to call home, some friends that liked him, a spot that he took up that people wanted him there. After 60 years of sleeping, who would want to be alone any longer? He cursed in his head, Sacrid, he was never alone, Sacrid was always with him, but now she is gone. He already had a hole in his heart, and Sacrid's death just enhanced that hole, making him desperate to close it. Koramund hoped the hand shake sealed the deal, for then he asked slowly, "Where do we go, and what shall I do first, your highness?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 24, 2014 6:17:02 GMT
And now apparently this was happening. Since when was it that random people know of a super secret rebellion cult? That's what she wanted to know! But she'd have to accept that a secret must have gotten out, and therefore MAKE EVERYTHING EXPLODE. But enough of that, she better reply. "Yes, they know me as their goddess. And rightfully so, I don't want them to get the wrong impression. You are correct in thinking what you think, in knowing what you know as well, and I'd happily let you use the Gravity Chamber as well. Welcome onboard... General Koramund."
Wyntre was eyeing the Koramund fellow suspiciously, wondering who could have done such a thing. To break such a perfect beauty of Arcose into a genetic waste-dump? Madness. She adjusted her feet positions before stroking her invisible beard, trying to get her eyes off of the wings. "First off, you'd need the number," she said, handing over a well-made business card with a picture of the known galaxy, how much of this is controlled by the Planet Trade Organisation and the phone-number and (current) pass-code to her ship and herself. "and some armour... Which should fit. Come along, Koramund, we came come to my ship-," she started, before a grin emerged on her face and she stopped, "Or my ship can come to I."
She pressed a button on a small black device, a loud beeping noise was heard. For a second, she questioned herself. Maybe it was a spy sent by Zarmar to kill her. Probably. Likely. Maybe. Perhaps not. Not likely. Not probable. No chance in hell. "Give it a minute."
((Access to x80 Gravity Chamber and Upgraded Space-ship granted.))
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 24, 2014 11:17:50 GMT
Koramund laughed and said, "You know, bars ARE known as the topic hot spots of the evil world. Maybe one of your minions saw my dementied form and thought I should go into a cult? I also heard of another cult that worships this thing known as a "cthulhu", that one looked to much like me and was way to evil, so I ate the guy." He snickered, before looking to the ship and whistling, "That's the type of ship I was exiled in, capacity for a times 80 gravity chamber, and around 4 people who can live in peace while flying around. When I was exiled I kinda accidentally learned how to fix all Saiyan technology, and how it works, your design right there is either a Saiyan ship, or directly emulated most of it, or the most probable, basic machinery is streamlined." Koramund saw gold lines throughout most of the ship, a outline of the machinery, a guide of another plane. He then said, "If you require any additions to your ship, I can probably fit in on your ship for a major discount compared to the average mechanic."
Koramund then decided he needed to test out that Gravity chamber, he heard those were the most powerful types of training equipment advisable to a person. But, he bowed to Wyntre, he now had a new mercenary contractor, his boss, and the hunt was promised to be sweet.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 25, 2014 7:05:11 GMT
"Not quite, Koramund, my fellow. I have not heard of this 'Cthulhu' you speak of, nor should he be of any threat if he exists with me around. Nor is that a Saiyan ship. A very similar, although less advanced version was used by our royalty. It's a status symbol, mostly. If you've seen others like it, then they must be cheap knock-offs. When we had enslaved the Saiyans many moons ago, the deal was that we give them advanced technology and they clear out planets for us. That had long since passed, but some of the paperwork must remain. All of the Saiyan technology you speak of would either come from us, or the other inhabitants of King Vegeta long ago, I think their name started with 'T' or something, I forgot. And yes, 80x gravity and supports four."
Soon, a large ship had appeared, it's existence alone causing the city a major panic as you could hear police sirens and a helicopter coming already. It looks just like the picture I had given, although the windows now appear tinted purple on the outside it looked a little more aerodynamic and fluid. Soon, a few meters from Wyntre, it stopped and opened a futuristic-looking door which Wyntre gracefully fluttered into, expecting Koramund to go inside too.
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 25, 2014 11:17:55 GMT
Koramund stared at the open door, and walked in willingly to the ship, the hard plated floor cold beneath his feet. He snickered, he learned from those few sentences that he was going to need to be careful with his actions, so he directly stated to Wyntre, "Princess, remember one thing, I will not kill someone unless you show me they are not innocent or a good person. The statement you could describe it as is "even evil has standards", but I will fight anyone." He snickered, and then said, "Well I can't wait to train some of my training on minions." He followed Wyntre, unable to wait for the days to come once he gains power.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 26, 2014 9:09:00 GMT
Wyntre's feet slowly felt ground again, in the form of the ships floor. She was in, and so was Koramund, a short corridor with doors to the left, right and middle. Slowly moving and opening the middle door, she revealed a large, bustling room. It had many minions it it, bustling around, trying to look busy and/or be a sycophant and greet her with wine. The room itself was a light grayish white and was a circle shape, with a large control panel in the middle. "Welcome, General Koramund. First off, let's get to business, the pay's good. Here, this will be your new armor, it should fit your... unique frame," she said awkwardly, chucking over a high-grade PTO Battle Armor that a minion had just given her. She then flew inside the hoverchair that was just prepared for her and started pressing multiple buttons, a solid hologram screen, tinted blue, came out of the central column for all to see.
On the screen came up two Arcosians, each looking very similar to both Wyntre and each other. "These are my two brothers; Frigid and Gelid. They are in higher priority of heirdom to the Arcosian throne, and if they get to do what they want to do, Earth would be a complete wasteland. And worry not about killing innoccents, they have killed many of them themselves."
Wyntre lay there, a slight smirk on her face. If all goes to plan, the throne isn't too far away after all...
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Nov 26, 2014 11:14:15 GMT
Koramund entered the light grayish room, his eyes looking at all the minions as they walk around. The battle armor was chucked to him so casually, but he put it on without any actual haste. The armor was adaptable to hold his mutating body, so he was happy, even a slot for his wings. The mutant liked it very much, but then he heard talk of Frigid and Gelid. He then spoke with a demonic droning on top of his normal voice, "Promise me that you will not destroy this planet! That is the one thing I need confirmed, promise me you won't destroy my new home." Then he sniffed the air, hmm, he was smelling some strange chemicals. Someone was afraid, and someone was lying, but it was hard to tell if it was Wyntre or not because of the entire crowd of minions.
Koramund said, "I have battle field experience and training, and I will not fail you. What is my first task?" He was going to do his job, and do it well. He cared about Earth, but this was his stepping stone, he needed to know if he could defend a group before he could defend a entire damn planet, even if it is his dream.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 27, 2014 7:18:45 GMT
Wyntre looked around the room, lazily lounging in her comfortable hover-chair. She pressed a few buttons on her command console as the holographic frames gained in size as they split from the screen into a whole three dimensions (four if you include time, as they spun clockwise). Now, you could get a closer look at them...
Gelid came up to a larger size, only a meter in front of Koramund, a virtual representation of Wyntre's brother. It showed him in his Suppressed Form, the only thing that would make him any different from any other would be his extreme orange tint, a large scar on his chest and horns resembling a rams. "This is my older, yet not oldest, brother, Gelid. While normally quite pathetic and weak, he hasn't trained a day in his life and spends all, and I mean all, of his time drinking too much, killing innocents, watching gladiators kill each other and wooing exotic women. In his suppressed form he has a PATHETIC Power Level of 1,520. While I could easily kill him, people would know and it would damage my reputation."
Wyntre looked at Koramund, trying to pick up some emotion on his bug-like face. It looked as is he was smelling something. She then pressed another button as the revolving figure disappeared as another reappeared soon after. Again, another figure appeared, although it was clearly also Gelid. While hard to tell apart from another True-Form Arcosian, he remained his extreme orange tint, the large scar on his torso did too, and odd bio-gems where shaped like a ram on his head, an odd mutation for an Arcosian. "This is my brother in his True Form. Here, he was a Power Level of 15,200. I am in need of him dead, and that is why you are here. And do not worry about the fate of the planet, it's too important to destroy."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
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Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Nov 27, 2014 14:25:25 GMT
Koramund looked at the Arcosian, orange tint, large scar, odd gem, got it. The greedy bastard was going to get what he deserved, but before that, a deal was to be made. Koramund asked two quick questions, "First, do I paid if I bring you his head? Second, do I get paid in general? It doesn't matter to me but, my resources are not the best at the moment. I can easily get it on my own, but I simply wish to understand how many chores I need to do today, three or just one." The image of Gelid was burned into his eyes, and as he waited for the response from Wyntre, he made a few hand signs. It was time to kill.
Koramund walked to the edge of the room, his voice booming loudly to all the minions, "I need a kill team incase the fool goes into his True Form. If any of you wish to join me, meet me outside in 6 minutes. No one will die in this mission. Now Wyntre, location of the target at this current moment? I will kindly murder him." It was time to gain his title General Koramund, and give his foes a blade to swallow whenever that name was herd. If they were evil, they would fear him, if they had nothing wrong, they had nothing to fear. Death to all who appose him!
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