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Post by Ais on Apr 19, 2017 21:53:33 GMT
[Thread PL: 15 060 Current Form: Suppressed] A gentle breeze rolled over the plains of Namek. The Arcosian, Ais and his bodyguard, Cello, were seated in the grass with their eyes closed. They were meditating. At least, Cello was. Ais wasn't having much luck, though. This was the best he could do though since Xylo took the gravity chamber when he left on his trip. Ais growled while he attempted to clear his mind. The thoughts in his head were far too loud for him to concentrate. Finally, with one last growl, he stood up and stomped a few feet away. "This is useless! Simply useless! I should have known better than to listen to your mystical Namekian drivel." The Arcosian lord stood there, his arms crossed in defiance. Cello couldn't help but smile. Ais was his lord, but he acted like a rebellious teen at times. "My lord, you're not trying. Sit down, close your eyes, and listen to your soul.""There it is again! More drivel!" Ais shrieked and turned around to point at his bodyguard, who stayed in his meditated position. Nothing about the situation seemed to faze him. "I don't need to learn meditation! I need to learn what you know! Warrior caste techniques!" Ais continued to punctuate each shrieked sentence with a point. "To fight like a warrior-caste Namekian, inner peace and tranquility is a necessity. If you'll forgive me for speaking plainly, Lord Ais, your mind is clouded with anger. Some meditation would do you some good." He spoke at a low volume and very calmly. His eyes were still shut and he appeared very relaxed. Every muscle seemed to be relaxed. "I can't believe I asked you to train me. This is a waste of time." The Arcosian mumbled a few expletives and plopped down next to Cello, closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind of his angry thoughts. Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 20, 2017 2:27:09 GMT
Dantalion looked with Binoculars from quite the distance as he surveyed the landscape, though in truth was busy eating and watching Ais seemingly get angry at sitting down. "What... What is he doing?" He thought to himself, a hand pulling a slab of meat to his jaw and tearing it asunder with a single loud tear, the sound of flesh squishing between bone was all too common a sound for him to listen too, no matter how unnaturally guttural he made it sound.
His fingers let loose a 'tap, tap, tap' sound as they bounced back and fourth against eh ground underneath him, a thin whisp of Ki sinking into the ground and turning a small patch of bluegrass a sickly shade of purple. He turned upside down, trying to get a different perspective as his legs remained crossed, "Oh, maybe this is that Yogurt thing those Namekians are always talking about." He said the word with such confidence as if he had finally gotten an understanding for the delicate culture of the Namekians, though he didn't know what a 'yoghurt' was yet, though trusted he was soon going to find out.
Dantalion peered left and right, catching a glimpse of the Pretty Boys in the Mazoku Courtyard, frolicking in their little game of Greased Up Wrestling. He was not a fan of that game. With a quiver and a short-lived shriek, he turned back to Ais, watching him sit down with his Namekian bodyguard. Dantalion brushed himself off, a single tether of meat hanging between the cracks of his teeth as Ki formed and rolled around his body, slowly he ascended through the air, descending down behind the Duo and sitting down and falling into a poor mockery of the pose as he watched with curious glimmering lights, wondering as to what purpose this really served other than to make one's mind go numb.
PL - 66,947 HW Equipped - 16736 Ais
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Post by Ais on Apr 20, 2017 3:35:37 GMT
Cello could feel Dantalion's presence during their training, but decided to keep it a secret from Ais. He didn't need any distractions right now. But when he descended behind them, Cello could no longer ignore him. Still keeping his eyes closed, he spoke to the man behind them. "Dantalion. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Cello seemed a little warmer towards Dantalion this time, but far from friendly. Upon hearing the demon's name, Ais immediately forgot this whole meditating business and opened his eyes, looking back at Dantalion. "Oh, good, you're here. Now I can forget about all of this." Ais stood up from where he sat and stretched. "Good thing you showed up when you did. I was about to die from boredom." "If anything were to kill you, Lord Ais, it wouldn't be boredom." Cello stubbornly continued to meditate, completely at peace. "Were you wanting to join us? I was teaching Lord Ais the ins and outs of Warrior-caste training.""Don't bore him to death too, Cello." Ais waved off his bodyguard. "Sitting in one spot with your eyes shut for hours at a time? I think i'll pass." The Arcosian continued his stretching where he stood. "In the days of old, legends tell of Namekian warriors who meditated on the highest peaks for months with only the dew from a single leaf to sustain them." Cello couldn't do that, of course. The legends were probably exaggerated. But a few days or even a week or two he could manage. Ais was too undisciplined for anything like that. Even his father could tell. With his dying breath, King Kuul instructed Cello to watch over his son. Instill discipline in him. Well, the Namekian intended to do just that. It was a much harder job than he anticipated, however. Ais always was a free spirit. Would really only obey his father and now that he was gone... Ais's voice snapped Cello out of his thoughts. "Cello, I don't care about your million year-old stories. We should move on to another phase of training." The warrior Namekian's eyes opened at last. "And what do you wish to do, Lord Ais?""Something! I don't like sitting down in one place for too long." Ais seemed like he was a little anxious. Maybe it was time for something new. Dantalion just showed up. Maybe... Cello smiled. "Why don't you train with our friend here? You two are comparable in power right now. It should be a much more even fight than if it were me and you. That makes for good training."Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 20, 2017 22:13:22 GMT
A frown drew across Dantalion's face, it seemed that Cello could either Sense Power Level, or he had eyes in the back of his head and considering what these Namekians had been capable of so far, te latter seemed like a fairly decent choice. "Oh, ya know. Chilling." He said with a jovial tone, his body shifting in a circle, his legs pointed to the sky than to the ground, a constant swing of motion keeping him from touching the ground beneath him. "Oh... And here I was about to join your... Yoghurt lesson?" He inquired a rather bemused smile stretching across his face. He didn't want to get on Cello's bad side and knowing what he was doing might just be a good start to stay on his good one.
His attention was never fixated at anyone point, shifting between both Cello and Ais with little a pattern, Cello brought up the unique opportunity of joining them, Dantalion wasn't one to impose but most others were off on a training regiment. Except for the Beauty Parlour. He didn't want to hang out with them. "Learning Warrior Caste wouldn't do much good. Knowing a style that Namorel knows wouldn't help me much in the long run." He replied, that and it wasn't exactly designed to be used with a giant cleaver. Ais than brought up a saddening topic. Wait... Isn't sitting in a spot doing nothing what I do? He thought to himself before brushing it aside. No, it was completely Different, Dantalion couldn't close his eyes in the way he was talking about.
Then a legend was told, of single drops of dew sustaining the greatest of Namekian warriors, which was great for something that didn't need to eat, however, Dantalion was rather inclined to not starving to death and drinking the single drops of dew would likely only exacerbate his death. "Cello. I don't think that training is suited for anyone other than a Namekian.." He responded with a worried look, maybe Cello simply didn't know most races needed consumption rather than just single drops of dew. Ais, however, had a far more aggressive retort, and it made this almost seem like he was watching a father and child bicker between each other. "Wait... This was training?" He wondered why they would choose Yogurt as their training of choice, sure it helped one become flexible, but flexibility wasn't really the greatest factor in fights that consisted of being in space.
He listened and watched still gyrating through the air, arms and legs crossed before Cello brought up some proper training. His motion was brought to a standstill his head pointed tot he ground as a small scar had been made on the ground, his crowned horns up turning the dirt as he looked between the two. "Oh. I wasn't expecting that." He responded the glimmering Garnet lights flicked and flashed between the two as he slowly turned himself upside, still a few inches from the ground as he turned to Ais. "Hey, Ais. Can you regenerate limbs?" He inquired, he imagined that Cello could, Namekians almost lived for the thrill to just tear off a limb in the middle of a battle. Depending on yes or no, Dantalion could either go all out, or only halfway there.
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Post by Ais on Apr 22, 2017 2:40:24 GMT
Ais held in a laugh just barely when Dantalion called their activity "yogurt." Ais thought he meant "yoga." He understood that it was popular among the Namekians and Earthlings. Cello raised an eyebrow at the mistake. "N-No, I think you mean "yoga." We're not doing yoga anyway. We were meditating to build mental discipline. Or, rather, we were attempting to." Ais chuckled at that, knowing that sentence was directed at him. As Cello remained seated, Ais and Dantalion discussed the Arcosian's ability to regrow limbs. "Um, no. I don't think I can, anyway. Never been in a scenario where I needed to do something like that. My best guess? No." Ais began to put some range between them and Cello. It seemed the Namekian was going to continue his meditation while they trained. The Arcosian lord turned towards his friend and ally, a playful gleam in his eye. "I say, my friend, I do believe this is going to be a productive training session." Ais got in a ready position. It appeared he wasn't planning on transforming. At least not yet. His power gains were far less in his other forms. It was most advantageous at the moment to remain in his suppressed form. Dantalion((Bleh, sorry for the short post. >< Had a long day))
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 22, 2017 13:07:10 GMT
A frown stretched wide across Dantalions maw, his fingers tapping along the length of his chin as his foot bounced up and down, he was a bit disappointed that he was wrong in that it was not called yoghurt, nor was it even what he was doing. Though in his defence, Meditation and Yoga did always seem like the same thing, always staying still and doing seldom anything. Even more disappointing was the fact that Ais couldn't even recover, he let loose a small puff of smoke as he pulled his head back, looking to the skies as tendrils of black Ki rolled around him, streaming the length of his skulled carapace as he pulled an arm to the back of his body, a short guttural crunch echoed from his back as slowly he withdrew a long Cleaver from his very back.
A long length of bone white was drawn, its size larger than it should have been since it was withdrawn from his back, the blade pointed at his chest as he withdrew it before dropping it onto the ground. He let loose a long sigh, "Well then. Better put this away. No need to pull this out and slicing you in half." It was almost the same size of Dantalion around seven foot tossing it far to the side as it embedded into the dirt, a few feet away, tendrils of black ki struck and slashed against the ground, turning it from its natural blue sheen to a tenebrous shade of black, the leaves of blades turned into long tendrils shifting and molding not from the wind but from its own volition.
He bent down, his hand extended Ki formed and slithered along his body as his veins turned purple silhouetting with his dark red skin. His eyes flashed purple for a second as his boned carapace shifted and morphed, the opalescent sheen of his scales glistening as his spikes pressed up, "Come on. Strike me with all you got." He replied, he was going to give him the first shot, it should give him a chance to gauge what he is dealing with.
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Post by Ais on Apr 23, 2017 9:53:55 GMT
Ais's eyes grew wide at the sight of the cleaver. How could something that huge come from his back without being really noticeable? Dantalion was more interesting than he thought. He had to keep him close. There were more than a few intriguing things about him. Cello might still be slow to trust him, but Ais got no malevolent vibes from him. He suspected this fight would teach him much more about his new friend. The Arcosian got into his battle stance, spreading his legs placing his right fist in front of him at chest level and his other fist at face level. Then the demon invited him to strike. "Quite the gentleman, giving me the first shot." Ais smirked at his challenge. "Very well, then!" The Arcosian closed the distance between him and his opponent in almost an instant and threw a punch directly at Dantalion's bony face. Meanwhile, Cello positioned himself on a hill above them, continuing with this meditation. He watched the fight by feeling out their energy. They appeared almost equal in power, though Dantalion was a little bit stronger. Cello could sense that there must be more to the power he was sensing, however. This would be an interesting fight. Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 23, 2017 18:55:24 GMT
Dantalion drew his hands in an intricate pattern, before dropping them below, he let Ais strike him in the face, along grin drew along as he chuckled, "Nice hit." He said as his arms bent back, walloping forward letting the closed ground do its job as he punched straight for the chest of Ais, he wasn't gonna hold anything back, he deserved more from him than a simply toying with him. With what he predicted was a hit he fueled his legs with Ki, taking a backflip, he wasn't exactly capable of backflipping, considering his size the amazing display was rather than unnecessary.
He fueled his mouth with Ki, his jaw unhinging rapidly as he was about to release a torrent of built up Ki before shaking it off, his head back and fourth before releasing the Ki, letting it dissipate into the air. "Nope... Can't be doing that now can I." he said before resuming, clocking an arm behind his back as he prepared a counter attack for when Ais was to make his next attack. If he was to use some Ki it wasn't as problematic, Dantalion could always simply regenerate from some simple Ki blast. But since Ais couldn't do the same, well he wasn't one to risk such an action to simply get an edge over something as trivial as a Mock Fight.
As he prepared his strike he heard the cacophony of noise not too far away in the confines of Mazoku, a few soldiers hovered at the wall, flamboyant stances were taken, some laying in poses heads propped up on their hands, "Come on Dantalion. You can do it, Big boy." They chuckled at him, a dark demeanour his garnet eyes darkened as the upper part of his skull dyed a tinge of darkness. He didn't want to deal with them again. Not ever again.
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Post by Ais on Apr 24, 2017 2:04:34 GMT
Ais smirked when his punch landed, but was surprised when it seemed to have no effect at all. "What in all the universe..." He was so busy gawking that he didn't notice Dantalion's massive fist headed right for his chest. The blow landed, Ais's eyes widening as he made a strange gagging sound. 'Wow, that hurt. That really hurt.' The Arcosian recovered quickly, however, and lunged for Dantalion, winding back for a punch, which the demon dodged with a backflip. 'Oh, he's agile too. Great.' While the two fought, Cello was feeling a little disappointed in his lord. 'He is underestimating his opponent. If he does not stop that, it will prove to be his downfall.' The Namekian frowned. Ais was going to lose the fight, he already knew that. For now, he would simply take notes on what he needed to teach his master. Meanwhile, Ais was going for another punch after Dantalion dodged his first one. The demon was much bigger, however, so when he threw a punch of his own, the larger length of his arm won out and the Arcosian was sent flying across the field before finally coming to rest a few dozen yards away on the ground. He was still for a moment, but finally coughed and stood up. He had a mark on his face where his opponent's blow landed. "Not bad! I guess I can't hold back against you. It seems you aren't doing the same. I see now that this is more than just mere training. I daresay this is a great opportunity or us comrades to learn more about each other in the best way possible; fighting. I hope you'll forgive me for holding back and I hope that this will begin to make up for it." The Arcosian flexed once, the armor around him shattering to reveal two more crystalline patches on his shoulders. Ais looked over the field at his opponent, a smirk crossing his lips as he put his arms down at his sides, his palms facing forward. "Haaa..." A light blue aura surrounded the Arcosian. Cello noticed his power beginning to spike. He was going into his true form. "Haaaa!" Ais cried out as a familiar blinding blue light surrounded him. Once it dissipated, he was in his true form. [Ais enters his true form! (PL x10) New thread PL: 150 060]"Sorry to keep you waiting. Now the real fight begins." Ais's dramatic moment was ruined by the sound of the resident pretty boys cheering Dantalion on. He wished he could just "accidentally" fire a blast their way. He turned his attention back to his opponent. "Okay! Round two!" Ais lunged at his opponent, closing the distance in an instant and throwing a punch at Dantalion's stomach, following up with another punch to the same spot, then a kick to the side of his head. The blows came at such a fast speed, the untrained eye couldn't see them. Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 24, 2017 15:25:35 GMT
Dantalion grimaced, he hadn't intended to go all out. But now wasn't the time for such thoughts, he quickly resumed his stance, an arm extended as his eyes narrowed. He had heard the power of Arcosians. They dwarfed him and his entire race, but that wasn't anything he was too surprised by. Saiyans grew stronger near death, Majin and Bio-Androids simply consumed to grow stronger and Arcosians were naturally more gifted when it came to growth potential. One of these days... One of them. He groaned once he had the power, once he had achieved a touch of true Demonic Power he might finally stand a chance. But those were far in the future. For now, he prepared, letting his power up as he waited with baited breath.
"It is fine Ais, let us sunder the world with our battle." He retorted with a chuckle, a hand gripped against his cloak, tossing it to the side with a mighty thud as the dirt groaned under its weight. A wave of Demonic tendrils wicked and whipped around him, his garnet eyes flashing cold and purple as his power surged, he was confident this would be enough to level the playing field. But then again, he had been gravely wrong before.
Within an instant, his body was keeled over, his punch slamming with every drop of force he could muster, Dantalion's jaw dropped as a sliver of dark Ki rolled out, followed by an even larger silver, this time twisting not only the solid but a small serpentine creature that rolled through, its skin slowly boiling and bubbling off as its scales twisted and morphed, where single eyes were three sprouted, and from the center of the trio a small curved goat horns stuck out, teeth elongated as it slid across, a minor power boost as it reached dangerous levels. With as much speed as he could muster his garnet eyes caught a glimpse of the kick, an arm raised to block as he was quickly tossed far into the side of a mountain, dirt and rocks piled atop his prone body as he spat and cursed from the pain. "Oh.. Oh dear god... Good fucking hit." He groaned as he slowly broke from the rubble, looking at him hunched over with a wicked smile crossed his face.
Slowly he pulled himself upright, a heavy inhalation of air drawn in as the grass was pulled by the sheer magnitude of the pull. His garnet eyes flicked off as he rolled out his words, extending them long and drawing any tension he could. "You said round two right. Give me a minute." He took a pause, a single finger raised as his veins bulged and widened, his red skin darkened for a few moments as dark electricity formed along the length of his skin, striking out like violent whips all around him as he only inhaled more and more. Then it came, the strike, all the electricity he formed around him struck the clouds above, a long serpent-like shape taking form as it spiralled up to the clouds, marring it black for a few seconds as Dantalion looked straight to Ais. "You ready?" He inquired as he raised a digit to the clouds, followed by a mighty echoing boom that ruptured all around him, darkness enveloping him as his Demon blood raged and boiled, bubbling with the fury of his Kin the darkness faded and from it Dantalion stood, staring with an ominous tone as he bent down, darting or Ais. No slip ups this time.
He bolted for him, an arm extended as with his new found strength he gripped the head. If his contact was made he pulled him down to the dirt, smashing his body straight in and forming a cavernous hole around them. If he struggled, however, Dantalion would twist, a foot pressed into the ground and toss him to the skies, Ki forming and bubbling around him as he pressed his luck, darting up from the ground and going straight for a darting uppercut.
Ais Demonic Will Activated - New PL - 200,481
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Post by Ais on Apr 26, 2017 20:04:59 GMT
Ais smirked as his blow landed, sending Dantalion flying across the field and into the mountains. A resounding "BOOM" echoed throughout the plains, the force of the impact creating a small shockwave that destroyed a few surrounding rock formations. When Dantalion asked for Ais to give him a minute, he gave his friend a shrug and smiled. The smile soon faded, however, as Dantalion's appearance became much more intimidating. The display of the transformation was grand indeed. It made Ais wonder just how powerful the demon was now. Ais chuckled nervously. "Well, this is new." He tried his best not to sound intimidated. Cello still watched the battle with his sixth sense, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple when he felt the incredible power of Dantalion's Demonic Will. 'Lord Ais, you're strong, I will admit. But this guy is still stronger than you. You're closing the gap. A lot quicker than I thought you would if i'm being honest with myself. But that arrogance of yours will be your downfall every time if you let it. It seems I have my work cut out for me.' The Namekian stood silently, the wind kicked up by Dantalion's display of power making his antennae wave to and fro. Ais brought up his guard, but too late. Dantalion's massive fingers wrapped around the Arcosian's head as the demon picked him up, lsamming his body into the ground with massive force. A crater formed beneath them from the force of the impact. Ais groaned as he lied there for a moment. His head was spinning. After a couple of seconds, he finally got his bearings and tried to kick Dantalion off of him. If that failed, he would fire a few light blue ki blasts in an attempt to at least damage Dantalion while he was on top of him. Dantalion
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 27, 2017 8:23:25 GMT
"You two are doing better than I expected." The voice of Lord Xylo pierced the air above Ais and Dantallion, his words carrying across the wind with a strangely worrying tone of praise. The Mazoku Lord slowly descended from the sky, watching the two soldiers duke it out with all of their might. If all of Namek wasn't in the middle of gearing up for a war, Xylo might have simply sat back and watched, but he needed training just as much as his men did. His boots touched down on the grass, his eyes darting back and forth between the duo. He spoke once more, a thumb pointing behind him to a strange metallic object headed towards the group. "I think you'd both get much more out of this exercise if we moved to my Gravity Chamber. How resilient are you to enhanced gravity? We can start low if you both need it."The Namekian Lord folded his arms across his chest, waiting for a response from either of them. Hopefully they weren't too wrapped up in their duel to realize their leader was chatting them up.
Xylo joins the bout! [Thread PL: 257,796 | Emperor's Might (x20P) Active! Active PL: 5,155,920!]
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Post by Dantalion on Apr 28, 2017 4:12:41 GMT
Dantalion was tossed backwards, the kick gyrating his body through the air before regaining control, his arms extended outwards, trails of wind turned visible in long streaks of white around him striking and severing clouds in twain as he stared down at Ais. His arm cocked back as he prepared for a counter attack. Ais so far seemed rather disposed to the strike first think later approach so far. A ball of Ki formed in the confines of his hand, ready to smack Ais down a peg before hearing the echoing coo of Xylo. It had been quite some time since he had heard the Namekians voice. Almost too long in fact.
He turned his head, looking to Xylo with a relaxed grin. "Oh good. I thought Helix had come to bitch some more about Sacred Grounds." He responded he was rather Dry since Helix was a bit of a dickhead. As well as Namorel. And Gastro. And now that he thinks about it most every Namekian he has met so far with very few exceptions.He looked to where Xylo was pointed, the Giant hand he had used no doubt to travel to and from one point to another. Xylo had given a fairly decent offer, to train with him. It was what he and Ais needed most, a good old Gravity Training Session against the Lord Ruler. It wasn't a fair fight by any stretch of the imagination, but Trainign was Training and knowing what they were likely going to be up against in the future was an offer he simply couldn't refuse. "Yeah. I could go for some pretty intense training. Ais, you ready to go?" He inquired looking him up and down before turning to see Cello. He was curious if Ais trainer was as interested as getting in some training as he was, to be honest, but he didn't want to let him know that. Lord Xylo | Ais
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Post by Ais on Apr 28, 2017 6:55:26 GMT
Ais jumped to his feet once his kick landed, sending his opponent through the air. The Arcosian smirked and prepared for a counterattack when he heard an unfamiliar voice. He looked up towards it and noticed that it was a Namekian that addressed them. Upon first glance, Ais could tell that he was a commanding sort. He carried himself in a way that kind of reminded the Arcosian of his father. It took a moment, but after he saw the ship and heard about the gravity chamber, Ais realized that he was in the presence of Xylo. This was a wonderful opportunity. He wanted to meet the man, but to train with him? This appeared to be Ais's lucky day. Cello sensed the Mazoku lord coming before he even got there. That power... it felt endless. The single bead of sweat on Cello's head multiplied. If he had half a mind to, this guy could wipe them all out without a second thought. They didn't stand a ghost of a chance even if they all fought him together. Cello hoped he was on their side. Opening his eyes, Cello levitated off the ground and floated across the field, stopping at Ais's side. Just in case he had to protect him. Though Cello didn't know what good it would do. He heard about training and gravity chambers. This set his mind at ease a bit. The Namekian offering his gravity chamber for them to use made him believe he wasn't hostile at least. Ais glanced over at Cello as he approached. He seemed like he was in bodyguard mode. Ais would have to fill him in later. "Gravity training, you say? My, that sounds lovely." Blue light enveloped Ais's body. When it cleared, he was in his short, horned, suppressed form. [True Form Deactivated! Now in Suppressed Form. New PL: 15 060]
Ais cracked his neck. "As for starting small... i've never done gravity training before. Can't be too hard though. My father had a gravity chamber and he seemed to be able to manage it well. I can keep up, i'm sure." He turned to Dantalion and nodded. "Indeed my friend, I am ready to go." The Arcosian turned to Cello. "Are you going to be tagging along?" Cello simply nodded. "Yes, Lord Ais. I could use some training myself. I feel like I have gotten soft." Not only that, but he needed to stick by Ais's side. That was his job as a bodyguard after all. Dantalion Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 29, 2017 4:42:07 GMT
"Sounds good then. Follow me."
Xylo turned his attention away from the trio, his sights focused solely on his own oddly shaped ship-- "The Fist of Namek", as he called it. The mighty vessel touched down on the grass in front of him, the clenched fist shape it held whilst in flight suddenly relaxing to a clawed palm, which dug itself into the dirt. The index finger of the ship slid open, revealing a large metallic ramp, which began to descend towards the ground.
The Mazoku Lord turned back to his men for just a moment, beckoning them inside as he walked towards the ramp. Although the outside of the ship was strangely fist-shaped, the inside looked much more... Average. It was the standard innards one would see in any spaceship. Corridors and hallways shooting off in one direction or the other, and a distinct, uniform color scheme of dull greys and striking chrome. Perhaps one of the trio would feel relief that the inside of the hand-shaped warship didn't emulate the inside of an actual hand.
As they made their way for the gravity chamber, Xylo glanced back, his attention stuck on Ais. It was rare to see an Arcosian operating outside of its own Empire. Whether it was due to elitism, or just for the ease of working in your homeland, Xylo wasn't sure. Either way, it made this particular Changeling an interesting warrior.
"I'm curious... What interested you in joining my army, Ais? Was it for the satisfaction of beating down some Solar Empire dogs, or are you looking to make some quick cash from the aftermath of the bigger battles? I'm sure you could have gotten both from working in the Arcosian Empire, so why go out of your way to fight for me?"
Regardless of Ais' answer, they'd arrive at the door to the Gravity Chamber soon after. It was incredibly long, large and bulky; built to withstand more than its fair share of strikes. A small keypad rested on the side of the wall, which Xylo quickly input some numbers into. After a moment, the door beeped, and slid to the side to allow entry. The inside of the chamber was probably just as strange as the outside as the ship. As far as the eye could see was a room that was purely white tiles. It seemed to stretch on in every direction forever. Surely most of it was simulated... Right?
The Mazoku Lord stepped in first, making his way to a grey cylindrical console in the center of the room. He began to input some commands, quickly turning back to his allies who'd presumably entered alongside him. "I'll start us off with something simple. How does Ten times Nameks gravity sound?"
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