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Post by Zucceta on May 6, 2017 22:27:58 GMT
The fire belches. That's the best way to describe it. A great plume of black, choking smoke explodes from the ceiling of a five-storey apartment block in downtown West Capitol. A woman, standing in the assembled crowd down in the street, screamed out: "My baby!" Her neighbour places his hand on her shoulder, as she sobs. All hope was gone. There's no way anyone could survive in there now, not with the flames and smoke. It felt as if the very concrete on the street outside might burst into flame, and the sirens were minutes away at best, sounding as if they were half the city away.
Another wave of heat blasted out of the building, shattering any remaining windows. A moment later, however, a blurred form darts out of a central window on the fifth floor, a green-red spectre. In a second, the blur is in front of the crying woman. A crimson cape swirls around a solid, feminine frame, a face disguised by a thick helmet. The cape settles, revealing a loose green gi (overlong, and covering her dark jumpsuit) and a wriggling, crying red-faced infant held in a robotic arm.
"Ma'am," the caped figure says with a smile, her voice moderately modulated to disguise its usual tone, "is he yours?"
"It's the Great Saiya-man Neo!" A voice from the crowd shouts. The street cheers as the woman grapples the child, somewhat forcibly, out of the caped crusader's hands. "Daniel!"
Clutching the baby, the woman turns back to thank the costumed superhero--but she's gone.
Zucceta sits on the roof of a nearby building, tweaking her helmet. She'd recently upgraded it to include service frequencies, including priority calls from civilians to emergency call-centres as well as the usual police, ambulance and fire service radio frequencies. She coughs, and the phlegm in her hand is sooty. She could have gone Super Saiyan, and the fire and smoke would have been trivialised, but that would have been a step too close, too great a hint, to her identity.
Atonement had to be one life at a time, and it'd be harder if people knew who she was. She'd got enough shit when she'd saved much of a city from Plato's destruction without a disguise, what felt like an eternity ago (maybe it was a year?).
She sighs. One day, maybe, she wouldn't need this costume. If she could just prove that "Zucceta" was good. If everyone (including herself) could only just come to terms with, or forget, her sordid past.
Not that she didn't like it (the costume).
She slides the helmet back on, and waits for something good to buzz to life in her head.
[PL: 366,069 (Disguised by technique)
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Post by Shen Fennel on May 6, 2017 22:51:36 GMT
Powerlevel:18,735
Heavy Weights: 4683.75
Shen had been in west city though he still had much to go to reach Satan city. He was taking a break in the city for the time being as he had been walking and driving for a good deal of time. Cognac was off getting some cosmetic repairs but Congac was exploring the city. West Capital was known as the center of technology development thanks to Capsule corp. He walked into a small shop looking around at all the capsule. "Hello how can i help you?" A worker walked towards him as Shen turned, "I'm just going to need a couple capsule nothing more nothing less." he smiled as the man nodded, "right this way." He brought Shen over to the capsules as he picked some up nodding as he headed over to the cashier and buying them. The Detective smiled waving as he walked out of the store. As he stepped out he felt the massive ki that was in the city he turning his head towards a couple of the massive building that filled the city. The Detective walked down the street heading towards the building as he grabbed a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it up as he walked staring at the building. He didn't know who or what it is but it was something he should have checked out what was making the power. He looked around for a bit before raising his head towards the roof of a building. Someone was up there and it was the person he was looking for. A massive ki to be sure though from the distance he was at he could not tell. This would have been the time flying came in handing. He moved his hat as he decided to keep walking though he'd keep an eye on the situation. He never knew if this was the prelude to an attack of some type. There was no need to try and cause a problem however as long as this person didn't try to do anything rash or radical.
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Post by EGG on May 7, 2017 2:27:56 GMT
[Thread PL: 72,061]
Meanwhile during the crisis that the Great Saiya-man Neo was handling, there was another tragedy that struck! In fact, it was completely related to the fire burning situation, as there was currently a bank heist taking place at he moment, a group of five criminals who were too smart for their own good. They had set up a little device at a certain apartment complex on the opposite side of the city, which at a certain time would turn a nice building into a perfect barbecue of human flesh, and the even more perfect distraction as the city scrambled to make sure those in the fire were safe.
The five had instantly blasted into the bank, with silenced weapons and speedy deliveries on getting all of the people to surrender, the hostages getting down straight to the ground. And it seemed everything was all going according to plan, aside from one little monkey wrench. And it was the wrench in how one of the criminal's silencers was bought for an odd discounted price, as the reason made itself known that it was prone to fall off of the pistol it was meant for. And with a single gunshot sounding in the air, due to the mistake of not inspecting their equipment before the big day, a certain someone had heard the gunshot down the road.
This caped creature, having gone to a local farmer's market, had found himself at a booth with familiar beans, being sold by an odd vagrant. These beans looked exactly the same as the ones that Pieter the Saiyaindian had tried to give him back at the Greeve the Ghost incident, to which the little creature crushed fool-heartedly in a fight of rage. Inquiring about the beans, EGG started to feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as these were called Senzu Beans, an odd rarity which reversed any damage inflicted on a person's body, and even rejuvenated their energies! EGG now owed Pieter yet another apology, this time about wasting such a nice tool.
And just as he was about to head over to the next stall to check their vegetables, the gunshot resounded in the air, a very familiar sound as the little pink hero had stopped a bank robbery before. Letting his strength build up, he sped towards the location the gunshot came from, not needing to go very far due to the dark armored vehicle parked on the sidewalk, it's backdoors opened with ski-mask wearing scum making rounds from the truck to the bank inside. Taking a deep breath, EGG lept forth to action!
Not even a minute later, all of the criminals were taken down, the poor buggers didn't even stand a chance without any kind of ki empowering them. Thankfully everyone was already more or less safe, as they were locked up in the restrooms with furniture blocking the doors, and their cellphones outside of the lavatories, so no one could interfere with those criminals as they did their business. And just as EGG finished up, he noticed that the truck had a couple bags of cash still in them. With a hearty grin, he walked over to the truck and picked up a bag, and trotted his way towards the vault, wanting to be nice and save the officials some of the work.
BANG!
Staggering a little, the bag EGG was carrying became stained with white as he dropped the stolen zeni onto the ground, slips scattering on the ground as the hero winced in pain. Moving a clawed hand to his shoulder, he winced in complete pain as he had been shot right in the shoulder, his white blood gushing out rather fervently. Turning his head to see which criminal was still up and about, surprise met his eyes.
BANG!
And now the bullet slammed right into the leg of EGG, causing him to take a knee before the officers before him. The squad of police officers had been on their patrol when they noticed a suspicious vehicle parked outside of the bank. That, and along with the gunshot a while back which notified them to the disturbance in peace, found them to believe that the criminal was none other than the tennenman itself! Knowing that those of the saiba-race were brainless tools that knew not how to reason, they had orders to shoot and kill the creature, which they attempted to do.
Scared out of his wits, the little hero blasted out of the bank with his flight, crashing right through the windows, taking off to the skies as he was injured by bullets.
In no time at all, EGG found himself at the center of the city, landing on top of a roof. Sitting against the AC unit on the building, the little guy looked at his own wounds with a somber look. It seemed people didn't recognize him, and it also seemed that people still couldn't see past what he was. But in his heart, despite how much he suffered now, he realized that all he can do is continue doing what he is doing at the moment.
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 8, 2017 4:39:30 GMT
(Thread PL: 16,564,040)
(PL Appears to Be: 5)(Vi-Poi is wearing his Fry Saltega school disguise in this thread)
“It’s an ostrich chicken!”
“Ostrich chickens don’t fly.”
“Blowhard Paozuard flies.”
“That’s a cartoon, dummy.”
“Well I think it’s a plane!”
“…Planes don’t have arms and legs.”
“I know! It’s Great Saiyaman Neo!”
“Listen up, minions!” Principal Watumeron snapped, blowing his whistle before letting it fall back around his neck with a snarl. “While this isn’t an official school event, I’m still the commander of this mission.” Two fingers waggled in front of his wide, glaring eyes. “I want you all to stay FOCUSED. I handpicked each of you for the Bao Scouts program because you’re the biggest ner- you’re the highest achievers in your cohort. So don’t mess it up by going googoogaga for some high-flying superfreak! We’re the Bao Scouts, and we’re here to represent.”
“Yes, Mister Watumeron,” Everyone replied in unison.
Principal Watumeron gave a pleased smirk, polishing his nails on his troop-leader scarf. “You probably don’t know this,” – They did, they’ve heard it from him five hundred times by now – “because I don’t like to brag, but I’m the highest ranking nonelected Bao Scout on the whole planet.”
“Ooooooooooo.” They all cooed in unison. If they didn’t, things would go worse for all of them.
Principal Watumeron puffed up. “Heh heh. That’s right.” He wagged a thumb over his shoulder at the caped superhero perched on the rooftop. “So Great Saibaman Neo saved some old lady from a burning building. Whup tee doo! Me, back on Vegeta? I started more fires than anyone could handle!”
The Bao Scouts looked at each other, some shrugging, some wide-eyed, all confused at how to react. “Ooooooooooo?” They went again, but now it was more of a cringing question.
But it seemed to please Principal Watumeron anyway, and he turned back to the Orange Star High hovervan parked about half a block from the burning building – which he had borrowed without proper paperwork for this Bao Scout outing – and started to unload.
Vi-Poi – in the guise of black-haired, farsighted Fry Saltega -- was the first in line behind the van, as usual.
“Hey Four-Eyes, catch!” Principal Watumeron yelled, hurling a case of water bottles at Fry’s head.
Fry caught it easily, but feigned a stagger backwards as he clung to the bulky box of plastic wrap. “Whoa!”
“Heh heh. Good catch,” Principal Watumeron said, but his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. He’d wanted to knock the glasses off of Fry’s freckled face. “Let’s keep the line going, minions! These water bottles and cookies aren’t going to unload themselves.”
Fry looked up at the burning building as he approached the emergency barricade. He didn’t sense any lifeforms left in there. If he did, he would’ve had to ditch everybody and made some discreet rescues. But it seemed like this Great Saiyaman Neo – whoever she was – was the real deal. Maybe she’ll give Captain Nova a run for his Zeni.
A World Policeman was guarding the barricade. “Bao Scouts, huh?” He asked, looking up and down at Fry’s uniform.
“That’s right, officer,” Fry said with a smile. “We’re on a general preparedness outing here in town, and brought water and food for the emergency workers. Always be prepared!”
The officer chewed on his pen, looking over Fry’s shoulder now. “Got any Minty Skinnies?”
When all the cookie-sale tables were set up, and all the waters handed out, Fry was distractedly chatting with a couple of school buddies, something lurked in the nearby alleyway.
It had the appearance of a shrunken old man, but where a man’s insides were red and alive its were black and dead. Its leering expression was so tight and pale that anyone who gave him a hard look would see that it looked more like a wrinkled skull than a proper face.
“No one died,” It croaked, grimacing in disappointment.
It had been planting dreams in the robbers’ heads for weeks, carefully nudging them towards the bank heist. It’d even provided them with high explosives, at great expense. The robbers thought the fire was a distraction, a diversion, for their ultimate goal. But in truth, it was the robbery that was the sideshow. The fire was the main event.
It couldn’t kill people directly. That would attract the wrong type of attention. The Ogre type of attention. But it could – if it was very careful – make others kill in its stead. Which was almost as good. It’d feed off the souls, off their fluttering ectoplasm, and then make its way back into the darkness. But now there would be no death, no souls, no feeding!
The glowing champion had saved them before it could eat.
Teeth gnashed, it glared outward from the mouth of the alleyway. Mortals lined the sidewalk, selling baked goods of all things. Not just any mortals – the filthiest kind, the sort it detested most throughout all eternity.
Teenagers.
A plan quickly snapped into its head. It couldn’t feed on any lifeforce today, but it could feed off of some misery. Bad emotions were nothing compared to death, but even a snack would do it some good.
Fry jolted as a cry rang out. It was Principal Watumeron. “Thief! Thief! Someone is stealing the Choco-Cocos! ALL the Choco-Cocos! Those are our best sellers! GET HIMMMMM!!!”
Fry twisted around on his heels, and saw a loping, strange shape whirring through the crowd. It had indeed lifted all of the Choco-Cocos, a ten foot tall, teetering stack of purple boxes, and was zooming along at an extraordinary rate of speed.
Principal Watumeron was rushing after the thief, but Watumeron’s power level was in the range of the lowest of low-class Saiyans, and whatever this thing was, it could more than handle that.
(A wraith has stolen the cookies! Confused police officers are reporting a geriatric suspect speeding away on foot down Fuel Street).
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Post by Zucceta on May 9, 2017 23:54:08 GMT
Zucceta heard the brief pop-pop-pop of what appeared to be gunshots in the distance (although, it may well have simply been a car backfiring). As she stood up to go investigate the disturbance, however, another incident began playing out in the streets below. The caped crusader arches an eyebrow as a tall, fluctuating figure bounds down the street, boxes of cookies that seemed to be stacked a storey high wiggling and balancing in front the malevolent form.
Some old dude was screaming something about Choco-Cocos--must be the brand.
If I stop this crime, will I get cookies? Zucceta's stomach growled. She forgot about what might have been gunshots, halfway across the city. That was what the cops were for, right?
This was the golden-age stuff--saving the profits of boy scouts.
Great Saiya-man Neo does a front-flip from the roof of the building, red cape gracefully whirling in the air, before she stops immediately in front of the spook. "Stop, fiend! Drop the cookies or suffer the justice of GREAT SAIYA-MAN NEO!" Her voice rang out, modulated and deeper-pitched than her usual, and echoed down the street.
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Post by Shen Fennel on May 12, 2017 4:41:58 GMT
The Detective could hear the gun shots as he walked him turning his head back though he didn't do anything for the time being. He focused on the man standing on the rooftop. The Detective felt the small ki heading near the area they were in. There was also another ki larger that was own. He lifted his head eyeing the figure on the roof before he heard the yelling of a man who voice he heard before. He turned seeing Principal Watumeron running down the street as a strange creature who he assumed based on its aura. Shen turned as he got ready to stop the Ghost but the figure on the roof seemed to leap down crashing down in front of the Ghost. He paused looking over the figure. He could tell right away she was female. He could see the tell as well which made him assume once more she was at least part saiyan. Her voice was quite deep which he supposed was not too surprising. The Detective stepped forward looking at the Superhero, "This is not a fiend." He said as he stepped past. He didn't care who it was he was a detective from the afterlife and his job was to deal with ghosts and the like. This may have been the superhero's city or planet but he was not going to be shown up. "I'm going to assume since of your ki...you are a ghost." Shen grabbed one of his cigarettes before lifting his lighter. He eyed the Wraith as he lit the cigarette putting it in his mouth. "I am Shen Fennel Ogre Detective...” He lifted his hat showing the small horns that were associated by ogres. Of course based on his appearance it was impossible to tell because he lacked the blue or red pigment of an ogre. Being half ogre and taking more from his demon side in terms of appearance he looked human if anything. His white hair was a sign he was also perhaps not fully human but it would not show he was ogre. Most Ogre's had Black or Brown hair. The only thing that allows anyone to tell he was an ogre was the small horns that were hidden under his hat. "Gonna ask you drop the stuff so we can send you back nice and easy." Shen said calmly putting one hand on his right hip near his Pistol while the other hand pointed at the wraith. EGG |
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Post by EGG on May 15, 2017 1:53:01 GMT
Having his moment of rest as he dug his claws into his wounds, a pained look as he could feel the bullet which was lodged into his shoulder. It was in much more pain than his leg, which meant that the bullet must have passed through down there, but one got lodged in his shoulder, which was more than not good. His talons kept scratching at the little lead inserted forcefully into his shoulder, doing his best to drag it out as much as possible. He would have used a Senzu bean, but he was on a budget and he got suckered into buying a couple of them for a hefty fortune.
But he felt a couple powers surge, one feeling rather very phantasmal on top of it all. He could tell a similarity in its strength, as he faced a strength similar to this before in the form of a very snarky ghost by the name of Greeve. Wincing from just remembering the ghost exploding into nothingness still brought chills down his spine as he hated remembering it in such vivid detail. He... He didn't want it happening again.
With the sound of lead clinking in the air, and another spurt of his white blood leaving his shoulder, EGG reached into his cape to grab some gauze bandages. Tightly wrapping the cloth around both his wounds, he wanted to remain in tip-top shape in case something had happened. Limping over to the edge of the building, he let his eyes peer downward as he noticed a group of people gathering. But, there was only one who commandeered his attention more than anyone else.
It was a new up and coming hero who was taking the world by storm with their appearance. Only ever often or so did EGG have the time to look at the good ol' boob tub, in which he spotted new up and coming heroes, but this Saiyaman had such a neat retro look. Complete and utter respect oozed out of the little guy as he watched the hero pose down below, his inner fanboy taking over as he forgot the slight pain that he was feeling and the dangers that were going down below.
Forgetting the situation momentarily, EGG leaped from the top of the building, the caped plant creature landing next to the posing super hero with the happiest, doofiest face on his visage as he squealed harder than a schoolgirl with her senpai, "GREAT SAIYA-MAN NEO!!!!" He was bouncing up and down with the most positive vibes filling his body, not caring currently for the situation going on!
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 17, 2017 4:17:11 GMT
As Great Saiyaman Neo confronted the thieving wraith it pedaled to a stop, snarling a thoughtless, violent grin. The grim old man’s face it wore no longer looked human at all. Instead, its skin bulged at its brow in an growing crown of horns, and its dull and rheumy eyes disappeared further and further into its sockets until they were nothing but open black pits of the grave.
“FOOLISH MORTAL,” It boomed, a whipcrack echoing from beyond. But the wraith held back, shifting on its floating feet, unsure. Perhaps it could sense Great Saiyaman Neo’s immense strength. Or perhaps its long life in the shadows had made it cautious to the point of cowardice. Whichever, it began to shrink back from the caped champion, flesh losing some substance and turning mist-like. One box of cookies clattered to the ground.
When Shen met it, pistol in hand, the wraith shrank back further. “Do not think you are the first Ogre I’ve dealt it,” It croaked, but now its voice was shivering.
Principal Watumeron arrived on screeching loafers, sweat soaking his face and sopping his bristly black mustache. “What’s this? Great Saibaman Neo and some Gumshoe Comics nerd trying to steal my big double-u?” He clenched his fists in anger, spit flying. “I was gaining on the old man, and was gonna catch him ANYWAY!”
Vi-Poi, in the guise of Fry, skittered to a stop behind him, along with several other of the Bao Scouts. Where Principal Watumeron was huffing laboriously, the nerdy little Fry hadn’t even broken a sweat, and this hadn’t gone below the notice of the hyper-competitive Saiyan headmaster. “What do you think you’re doing here, Four Eyes? Get back to the water bottles before another hobo runs off with those, too!”
“Teeshee is watching the water,” He said, folding his arms. Fry was gazing at Great Saiyaman Neo, puzzled. He’d seen her on tee-vee, but up close, in person, there was something familiar about her. Something he couldn’t exactly place.
“Well don’t just stand there, Four Eyes. Get him!” Watumeron snapped, jabbing a finger at the ghost. Its wavery, smoky appearance frightened him.
Fry looked down and tugged at the green bandolier that crossed his neat brown uniform. It twinkled with metal buttons and glittery badges. “Is there a merit for catching ghosts?” He asked, counting. “I still need two merits before I rank up, and -“
A strong gust of wind from above broke him off. A familiar purple tennenman was hurtling down to the sidewalk, and immediately started to (as Principal Watumeron would put it) go googoogaga over Great Saiyaman Neo.
“Ah hah!” Principal Watumeron said, forgetting all about the ghost and the cookies. “So this is how she does it,” The burly Saiyan bully said with a smirk. “No wonder they call you Great Saibaman Neo. You use a full-grown tennenman to do all the work for you, behind the scenes!” He grinned angrily at Great Saiyaman Neo. “See here, minions?” He called to the assembling Bao Scouts. “Your big hero is a total phony! She uses that little alien to do all the hard work for her. And they can do a lot, trust me, I know. Used them a few times back when I worked for the SSE.”
Attempting to use this newfound distraction, the wraith leap into the sky with the Choco-Cocos, swirling like a dark cyclone as it rose high towards the rooftops.
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Post by Zucceta on May 29, 2017 10:13:20 GMT
"This is not a fiend," the detective said to the caped crusader, as he stepped past her. She broke from her pose in light bewilderment. What the hell was that supposed to mean? "Hey, get away from it, its probably more than you can handle, sir--"
Wait. A ghost? Ogres? 'Send you back'? "The heck... are you from the Otherworld?" Zucceta asks, for a moment forgetting her character. The afterlife was a place that Zucceta was the most fascinated with, for a myriad of reasons: top secret SSE projects that she had instigated had found limited success in being able to commune and interact with that other realm, but had to degrees confirmed its existence, even if those she had killed or seen killed had bothered to stay dead.
There was a soul over there that she wanted to meet. Well, actually, several; but one in particular.
That train of thought was, again, interrupted--this time by a fan-boy squeal. Great Saiya-man Neo twisted around to see a large pink humanoid--some sort of variation of a Saibaman? Zucceta had never seen anyone like it--jumping up and down, and oogling her costume. "Hey there, friendo. Bit busy right now--"
And then the wraith boomed malicious. The visored hero turned her attention back to the supernatural being, and despite her confidence she felt a small butterfly in her throat at his appearance. Creepy. Seen creepier, though. Besides, the worst monsters look like me.
An older man, a saiyan by the look, started berating the disguised saiya-jin. Zucceta rolled her eyes behind her visor. Saiyans were saiyans wherever they were. Zucceta couldn't help but chuckle at the accusation that she was a fraud. "It's Saiya-man Neo--and of course you'd use a saibaman... you're low-class at best."
Beneath the helmet, Zucceta flushed red. The elitist insult had just slipped out. That was bad in multiple ways. A) She was supposed to act like a professional when she donned this suit. B) Such jabs like that might give hints to her actual identity. C) She kinda felt bad about it. She was trying to put the ethics of the SSE behind her, and, besides; she'd been low-class herself, for a time.
"Sir, I'd advise you either step aside or assist in fighting the 'wraith'," Zucceta resumed, attempting to disguise her annoyance. "Same to you, boy!" Her eyes linger on the boy for a moment. He seemed extremely familiar.
The wraith leapt into the sky--Zucceta's eyes trailed it for a moment before, in a single bound, she would reach its height. "Listen. Give back the cookies. This doesn't have to go bad for you." And, with a wave of telekinesis, the super-hero would attempt to wrest the boxes from its grasp.
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Post by Shen Fennel on May 30, 2017 3:42:48 GMT
He turned his head as the small saibaman who was fanboying over this Great Sabiaman Neo. Shen turned his head towards the Wraith, "Cerentily not but i'm sure i'll be the last you'll deal, sending you back wrapping you up, putting a seal on your body bag and sending you back up to Yemma. Because I ain't some run of the mill ogre sent for a one off job. I'm Shen Fennel and i'm nab a thousands ghost with more chops then you." Shen gave the Wraith a death glare before turning his gaze to the saiyan headmaster who he had meet before when he had went into his school to solve a case. Shen looked at the students raising his hand, "Don't worry you don't need to get involved were going to get your stuff back." Shen said looking at the school kids who were behind the headmaster. He had seen one of them Fry was it. The boy and him had meet at the school. His Size and haircut remained him of someone but he payed no mind to it. Whoever it remained him of was of no concern to him. Rather he was more focused on the saiyan superhero as he gave one glare to the superhero to answer her earlier question, "That i am." He had a suspicious gaze aimed at the suppose super heroine. He paused agian as she spoke about the saibaman being used by the low class saiyans. He raised an eyebrow, he assumed a saiyan born native to the earth would not know that knowledge. So prehaps she was vegeta born? Perhaps she was a refugee from the planet low class by knowing such a thing. He also doubted a high class saiyan would flee from their homeworld. They would probley be brainwashed to believe their empire was invincible. Vi-Poi babying of the universe didn't help with that either. The Detective sighed as he looked up the Wraith was getting away. Normally, he'd be fully focused but this Neo-Saibaman.
She was a saiyan and most likely Low Class. She was a good doer who most likely fled from her home world of Vegeta. Perhaps she left after the increased in relationships between earth and vegeta. However what was most telling of the saiyan was her ability to use Telekinesis. It was a rare ability, most of the time he knew Aroscian and some namakian had such an ability. It was quite telling in his eyes that a saiyan had such an ability. He knew saiyans as prideful warriors that would fight with ki and Physical might. Very Rarely had he meet a calculating saiyan, a saiyan willing to use their mind in battle. Perhaps that was not the case with this one, maybe she just had the ability but what he did know was this, low class saiyans of low battle level would not have access to the means to gain such an ability. By that logic it meant that this person if she was low class had risen had gained a great deal of power or she was in the first place high class. Training in the ability to use Ki blast and to dodge with the afterimage to him seem far more important then learning to move stuff with your mind. The Detective had a grim look on his face as he his mind floated with ideas trying to piece this puzzle in his head. He shook his head, it was better that he focused on stopping the Wrath. Everything could just be one big coincidence with thing falling into place. He raised his gun though he didn't take a shot. He was going to wait till it made sense. Right now This Neo Saiyaman seemed to have it under control.
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Post by EGG on Jun 15, 2017 23:12:48 GMT
After going all fangirly on one of the greatest heroes to grace the Earth aside from Captain Nova, EGG started to pull himself back into reality, remembering the situation that the Great Saiya-man Neo was here for. Well, the ghost that started becoming all creepy as heck, boasting about how it had dealt with ogres of its own kind. More things unfolded that the little guy had missed because of his complete attention to Saiya-man Neo, but there was one thing that caught the little guy's pointed ears, as the principal's sharp words towards the cheesy heroine herself stabbed the air itself.
Turning his little pink head around to look at the burly saiyan man who wanted to bust a Hero's chops so badly, to the point where he said, "I am own hero, name EGG. I admire hero, am one self. Don't be mean to people who help," Throughout that entire sentence, EGG still struggled to put together a cohesive sentence that can barely be classified as the universal language. Speaking was always a problem for the little guy, as he was mostly self taught aside from his old man's little, but it didn't stop him from doing his best to speak his mind.
Though the hero said something rather off putting, calling someone low class, the lil tennenman put that aside for now to take notice of Neo's leap into action. Seeing this happen, EGG felt like he couldn't be lagging behind as he was supposed to join the higher echelons of. Letting himself calm down as he shouldn't be busy dealing with these people who wanted nothing than to start fights for no reason, he needed to prepare something to stop this ghost. Twinges of mental pain recoiling due to how this ghost reminded him of the ghost he and Chai had to deal with.
Putting his talons together, the little guy started to channel energy through his body, forming a hollow golden orb in his hands. He needed to build this thing up in case things start going south. He can handle the situation if it soured, and he needed to focus as he didn't want anyone else getting harmed. The little guy could just remember the mangled corpses of those that the Evil Ghost they took down months ago. Although he smiled, his eyes were twitching ever so slightly, a slight nervousness shining through his own eyes as his own fears shone through the crack.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 17, 2017 6:48:02 GMT
“I’ve heard of you, Shen Fennel,” The hollow voice said before it flew away with the cookies. “Your name might pull a lot of nimbus in Otherworld, but you’re just another all-talk cop!”
The drama was diverging.
“Low class?” Principal Watumeron asked, his wide eyes dancing with anger. “LOW CLASS?!" He spat, raising his clenched fists “Those scouters are rigged by the nobility! The numbers lie. It’s all one big conspiracy to prop up the Elites. And even if it wasn't a conspiracy, power levels don’t mean anything, anyway! It’s all about heart,” There were tears welling in those angry eyes. “Heart and brains, and I’ve got more of both than any Saiyan, you just ask anyone who fought on Shisha Six, they’ll say Watumeron was the best soldier they ever seen.”
Totally forgetting about the stolen cookies and fuming now, Watumeron reared at EGG, rolling up his sleeves. “Heh heh. You wanna go with me, pinkie? I’ll show you the mop the floor with you and all your brood!”
Sensing that Watumeron was getting in trouble – EGG was strong enough to destroy thousands of Watumerons at once -- Fry stepped up behind his principal and tugged at his sleeve. “Principal Watumeron?”
“What!”
“We can’t get into fights, it’s against the Bao Scouts charter,” Fry said calmly.
“I knew that. Heh. Of course, the charter. Good work, Four-Eyes. You've passed my test.” He turned to the troop, his face beet red. “I was just showing you kids how to defuse a tense situation. One point towards your Conflict Resolution badges!”
A woop rose up among the troop.
Meanwhile, in the air, the wraith was knocked loose of his cookies by a heroic Great Saiyaman Neo.
“Curse youuu!” The wraith whined, knowing it was helplessly outmatched. It tried to melt away into a shadow, dissipating like dark fog. A big enough power -- especially an ogre’s magic -- might be able to stop its escape, if they were quick enough.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 17, 2017 13:56:36 GMT
An eyebrow quirked upwards underneath the visor of the costumed hero as she rocketed into the sky. The exchange between the wraith and the detective was fascinating. So this Shen fellow was some big detective in the afterlife? Also, the afterlife needed cops?
One of the reasons Zucceta was afraid to die was a fear of boredom in the great beyond. That fear was, hence, alleviated somewhat. Zucceta, fighter of devils and dark spirits. Bound to hell, the timeless warrior atones eternally. Heh. The movie industry needs me.
The boxes of cookies were successfully wrested from the wraith's grip, and Zucceta would lower them to the ground with a push of the hand, slowing them only at the last second. The touched down lightly in front of the spectacled child. Her visored gaze lingered on the boy, eyes narrowing beneath the sheet of reinforced tech-glass. There was a familiarity to him. Too familiar. Only, the posture was wrong... and a couple of other details--never mind.
When the Great Saiya-man Neo turned her attention back to the wraith, he was fading away. With a growl, she swiped at his body, but found her punch phasing through a dark mist. "What the--! Dirty spirit!" She grunted. This thing couldn't get away. In her gut she felt that, despite the cookie theft being relatively small-time, he'd get into more trouble if left to his own devices.
With another wave of psychic ki, she'd attempt to trap the fog. She might not be able to knock out the spectre, but she could certainly slow it down.
She shouts down to the ogre. "Oi, West City Noir; help me out?!"
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 17, 2017 16:16:22 GMT
Shen keep his focus on the Saiyan hero who flew through the air dealing with the Wraith. He sighed as the being spoke as he shook his head, "If you assume i'm some no talk cop you sadly didn't do your homework." Shen tipped his hat as one ear keep little focus on the Principal who seemed to be fuming at the prospect of being low class. The Comment from the Super heroine had seemed to get to his head. The Saiyan seemed to be crying as he tried to explain how powerful he really was? He didn't really understand it was not as if all low class saiyans were super weak. They were not the strongest at birth but every warrior could grow they might had the ability to grow even faster seeing as they had a chip on there shoulder and the drive of any other saiyan. Elite still grew but they didn't have a natural born chip driving them to get stronger and stronger. Shen turned back his focus on the Saiyan as she got the box away from the fleeing Wraith. He narrowed his eyes as Wraith tried to fade away. He Flicked his gun out of his Holster cocking it back as he aimed at the Wraith. The Saiyan used ki agian trying to trap the Wraith in a bubble of ki at least that was what he assumed. She yelled down as he lifted his gun up a white ball of ki forming at the end of his gun, "White Wisp Blaster." His gun fired off a compressed bullet of Ki flew into the air at supersonic speed's aimed right at the Wraith. It it connected wrath then trying to punch a hole it would explode with non lethal force but it would hopefully be enough to get the Wraith off balance or knock him to the ground. That way he could send him back to the Afterlife nice and smoothly.
Through all of this however, his mind was puzzling through every memory and detail he could find. The Hair the saiyaness had it remained him of someone else hair. It had almost the same design as someone else he meet. The Detective scrambled pieces together as it hit him like a truck. The Woman had the same hair as another saiyan warrior he had meet. Kaile the sister of Zucceta and this figure had a hair style very much like one another. This would be a red flag for most but their posture and demeanor were completely different. Zucceta was trying to go down the path of good and her sister was still a monster fighting and killing for no reason. Shen brain was going on full blast thoughts snapped into place. The Saiya-man was a saiyan who left vegeta and became a hero. Kaile left vegeta to find a saiyan who left that being her sister Zucceta. Zucceta was going down a new path of trying to become a better person which Kaile seemed to be unaware of. Zucceta would be unable to do any good in her normal appearance people were afraid of her and had every right to be. He could remember the scene in Satan city watching it on the news. Even the fallen king beast on the loose, people still had a great deal of focus on Zucceta. If she knew this would she not try some other way to help people. If she had not returned to Vegeta hence the search Kaile keep going on then that m.....Shen had a shocked look on his face the first one he has in a long time.
There was no way...was it possible this was Zucceta. He shook his head he could not just assume that just cause of someone hair and possible relationships. Yet her ability fell in line. From what he understood from Vi-Poi Zucceta was low class once. She had rose to queen and she had destroyed planets like Arosce and Kanassa along the way. Her confession to his knowledge came before both of those her confession of losing her child. He didn't understand at all how she could change this much. Had she really had some divine intervention and become a better person. Shen still could not believe it was even possible to consider that this person could be The former queen herself. Her abilities therefore could be explained if she was low class and became the queen of the saiyan race she would have access to such abilities. Shen gave a cold stare to the sky as he tried to piece more things together but now he was suspicious, very suspicious. His gut told him everything he needed to know, there were many convent gesture that added up.
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Post by EGG on Jun 17, 2017 22:34:34 GMT
In the middle of him building up some energy for his EGG barrier, his concentration had been broken by the boisterous saiyan who was having his own sort of mental meltdown due to the combination of being called a low class AND being stood up to by a tennenman. After boasting about his strength, which was nothing compared to most of the big names here, the guy started to challenge the little hero to a fight.
Without thinking too much, the words that left the mouth of this little guy were rather pointed as he offhandedly says, "Not worth time." Though he was talking about how the ghost's presence took precedence over his own feelings, it was obvious that the little guy's lack of diction and proper speaking could be construed as something extensively rude. Thankfully he calmed down a bit due to the blue haired kid in the group, who looked oddly familiar to him. Though, the only blue haired person EGG knew was Vi-Poi, but the last time the little guy checked the Premier did not have a sensible energy. Shrugging it off, the caped tennenman stopped focusing on the scouts and back onto the actions at hand.
Turning his gaze upward, he watched as the guy tried to escape after abandoning the cookies, and not even the hero herself could stop him! Seeing that it was his turn as he had just the technique, the tennenman once more built up enough energy, re-creating the golden orb in his hands as he focused on the villain.
His ears twitched as he heard that this guy was called a spirit by the hero, and listened as Saiya-man neo asked for the detective's help. Though his heart sank a couple notches as someone else was asked for help, EGG was more than determined to stop this phantasmal being.
A loud bang ruptured the air, as the detective shot his own gun. Seeing that it was now or never, EGG threw his body up in the air, trying to beat out the detective's shot in order to both keep the ghost unharmed and trapped. Pushing arm outward as he flew into the air, the tenneman's ball of golden energy expanded, capturing the angry spirit inside, but not before Shen's White Wisp Blaster found its way into the sphere, aiming to slam into the ghost.
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