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Post by Dantalion on May 19, 2017 14:46:41 GMT
A single brazen beast wandered around the lands of Namek, his being bent and hunched as he as he traversed the landscape, his limbs coiling around boulders and moving them from their resting places as he searcged with lost purpose. A Mazoku cloak coiled around his body, the words Dantalion, The Puncher of words onto the Paper, was written in the kinda font you would expect a guy to deck you in the schnoz would use. He sighed as his most recent exploit of move boulder above head had come to a crushing failure. With a long-winded sigh, he lowered it back down, an echoing Thud as debris and dirt rolled up, getting into his eye sockets and marring his vision. "Oh.. Goddamn Dirt in my eye socket." He groaned, a finger digging through the socket as the garnet lights shifted and moved around the finger before the single flick of dust was torn out and tossed aside. "Ya get more and more powerful, yet a damn piece of dirt in the eye is still a crippler of all." He groaned, before turning around looking over the landscape as a finger scratched the cap of his head.
He scanned the area, the Castle Mazoku far in the distance as he tried to retrace his steps. If he could simply feel Ki he might be able to sense it but all the Demonic energy that formed and sizzled in the catacombs. He bent over, a large sack was thrown over his back as he moved along, the cloud of haze forming underneath his step to keep him from touching the ground underneath. No need marring his every step with demonic energy.
He came over to a new scene as he passed by, looking down to see a crippled and broken Namekian armed in Mazoku clothing. It seemed rebellion hadn't quit overnight, he looked all over, trying to scan the area for any signs of the perpetrators before coming up empty. It made sense, his limbs were wrinkled, his body left to rot in the sun for what looked like days as his clothes were tattered and flies buzzed around his swollen corpse as they made their home for their future generations. Dantalion dropped down onto his cloud, a hand propped up against his chin as he decided how to act. "I mean. I could bury him. Oh but that would take time..." He groaned before bending over, his free arm propping him up as he looked to the sky, "But he is Mazoku. He deserves better than to be home to Flies offspring." He continued, looking down at him his fingers pounding on the cloud and making tiny incisions into it.
An hour passed as he tossed up whether to waste his time digging a hole for a nameless soldier, who no doubt would never spend the same time doing it for him before finally bending over backwards, he wasn't an arsehole, and the dead deserved some semblance of respect. He slowly pulled himself from his cloud, taking a single step onto the Bluegrass before watching it turn dark and morose as he got down on his knees and began to dig a whole. "Oh great. We got a pile of clay. What a shock." He groaned as he pressed a few fingers into the dirt, the clay struggling its hardest to not bend at his will though he managed another finger in before finally finding success and putting the slab of clay beside him. "Great. One handful done." He paused, looking at the man before sighing as he done some odd math in his head. "At least another thousand to go."
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Post by gogmagog on May 20, 2017 6:48:37 GMT
A hulking, lump of green muscle moped through the bluegrass of the planet Namek. The demon stood tall, and glanced at the sun in the green sky. "One day me gonna get ya por'al" Gogmagog stared daggers and the burn bright sun before pulling away and blinking repeatedly, the sun leaving its image temporarily burned into his eyes. Gog continued to pace through around Namek, so far he had managed to join the Mazuko Dominion and for the time being, he'd have to spend his time on this hellish planet. As he stood stationary a frog began to skip past his feet. "When's the last time I ate?" The thought popped into Gog's brain as he gazed at the innocent little frog. Quickly he scooped up the creature and rammed it into his mouth.
As he trudge around the legs of the frog crunching in his mouth, Gogmagog caught a glimpse of large, red creature, the colours on it's back seeming to change as the sun's rays danced off the scales. Gog began a light jog towards the creature, his Ki forming around him just in case this would end in combat. With all the stealth of a charging rhino, he finally came up to Dantalion. " Aye. You is the book keeper yeah?" The demon asked, a dumbfounded look hanging over his face.
Gogmagog began to take in the scene in front of him, the man who'd passed and the other digging a grave. At this sight and idea popped into Gog's peanut sized brain. "Why ain't we just toss 'im ina' the por'al?" Gog asked Dantalion as he pointed up to the blazing sun. A now serious and stern look had taken over his face. Why waste time digging when you could just be rid of the body that way.
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Post by Rhytid on May 20, 2017 18:51:57 GMT
| A search for Catacombs, a Dead Body instead |Rhytid's PL: 1,000
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Just recently, Rhytid had met up with the very own Guru of the Namekian people, and vowed to assist him in his cause. Now dedicated help Helix out with preserving Namek, and maintaining peace, Rhytid was a Warrior of rebellion. However, it was an indirect rebellion, one that fought against Xylo's rule, but not by actively seeking to harm his forces.
The Porungian Sentinels were above mindless violence. Think sabotagers for the greater good. Together, Rhytid hoped to once again bring peace to the lands of Namek...And to make that dream a reality, he needed to grow stronger.
As such, Rhytid had purchased a weighted training gi from one of the Warrior clan's elders. Designed specifically to futher the training of aspiring Warriors, the equipment strained his body intensely, but would continuously help him grow in power.
His heavy footsteps trudged through the surprisingly calm lands of Namek, bluegrass shifting and crunching under his weighted footsteps. His movements were shaky and jagged- it was obvious that he the equipment troubled his movement...
Before long though, Rhytid noticed a shady figure in the distance...No, two figures...And a third one on the ground.
It looked familliar, strangely enough. With every inch that he grew closer, the clearer the sight became...
''Is that...? No way...''
Shocked, Rhytid increased his pace into a frantic jog. Quickly moving up to the two demons, and the mangled corpse that was sprawled out on the grassy floor. For a moment, Rhytid remained silent as he stood infront of them, eyes glancing from the corpse, back to the two demons...
Were they the ones that did this...?
''Oh, Porunga...'' Rhytid muttered under his breath, before sending a sharp glare toward the two demons. He recognized one of them from an earlier interaction sometime prior...And Rhytid knew he was a member of the Mazoku caste. His suspiciousness of the two was quite obvious, but could you blame him? Seeing two Demonic creatures looming over the corpse of a fellow Namekian...It sent a shiver down his spine. ''...You two, what happened here...? Did you do this?'' He asked in a low sneer, having not yet noticed the Mazoku Emblem on the Namekian's clothing.
Unaware of the strength the two demon's held, Rhytid had no choice but to hold his ground and show no signs of fear or doubt. If they were to come to blows, Rhytid would have to be prepared to defend himself no matter what.
Rhytid breathed in deeply, swallowing his fear as he awaited their response.
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Post by Dantalion on May 21, 2017 6:23:31 GMT
Another had dug through the clay, a secondhand though small it may be was dragged out, put next to him as he pressed his hands on his lap, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow as he took in a deep breath, the same sort of whizzing noise one might hear in the depths of a cavern before hearing the sound of a crunch and the sound of confusion. He turned his head, garnet lights flaring to life as the creature approached. He couldn't tell if he was looking at a rather savage Namekian or just some new species he had yet to encounter. He took a quick glance, taking in his features, he had some large tusk rose from his mouth and he had actually grown facial hair. He paused trying to think back to the last time he encountered someone with that. Not a single name came to mind. "Uh. Yeah, I'm the bookkeeper. Your part of the Mazoku? Cause I don't think you signed the paperwork." His garnet eyes narrowed and focused, their numbers swelled day by day and he knew that not even half of them even dared to give Dantalion a visit, to sign the paperwork and actually join up. But by jove, he wasn't going to let this one get away with it if could.
Then an odd question was arisen by the beast of a man, women or child. At this point, he stopped assuming genders because he kept on getting it wrong, "Wait, what portal?" He looked let and right, up and down even if down was rather redundant but he saw narry a one. No swirling vortex crackling with demonic energy, no tear in space and time that lead one into the future, and certainly no rift leading one to Heaven or hell. Though then again, with the way this one was a portal might just mean anything from a foot massage to destroying a planet. Then a new noise erupted from the distance, OH great. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered burying the dead. He thought to himself, it seemed a good deed drew far too many prying eyes.
He dug another hand into the clay, fingers intertwining as they struggled to take hold before finally, retching from the soil a pile of clay, tossing it onto the small pile before listening to the confused Namekian, a dumbfounded look stitched across his face as his jaw swung a little open "We... Killed him?" He paused as he looked at the Namekian, it was clear as day what was plastered all over him, the emblem of the Mazoku all around and last he checked he wore his own Mazoku Cloak wrapped around him. He paused as he looked him up and down, the slightest glimpse of familiarity in the way he acted, before shaking it off. "Why would we have killed our comrade? What purpose as well?" He inquired, struggling to keep himself calm. He was a Demon, this one a Namekian. Why should he expect any different, they were all the same in their blasted eyes, beings of destruction and chaos, not worthy of even speaking to them in their all holy eyes. "I don't know why I defend these guys..." He muttered underneath his breath before turning away, another hand dug into the clay as he pulled out another handful and dropped it onto the pile. So far four handfuls made. Who knows how many more to go.
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Post by gogmagog on May 21, 2017 7:10:05 GMT
Gogmagog stiffened slightly, his muscles flexing as he brought himself to his full height. "What the hell is paperwork? And what is signing?" The demon thought to himself perhaps this other demon was challenging him? All Gog knew of the Demon digging, was he was known as the bookkeeper. Gog's Ki continued to boil and shift around him, unsure of what events were about to transpire. His fists were clenching and unclenching, each time his knuckles growing pale as the skin around his bones became taut. Then the conversation moved away from the 'paperwork' as Dantalion questioned the portal. "The big 'un, in the sky." This time, to help show the 'slow' demon where the portal was, Gog shifted his arms and pointed to the blazing sun in the sky. "Is 'ow I got to 'ere. Me fell through por'al." Gog shook his head as he remember how he had dived through the portal leading out of his beloved demon realm and now he was stranded here.
Before the conversation could continue another stranger had appeared. This one sharing the same green skin as Gog. Perhaps he was one who was sacrificed to the portals in the demon realm long before Gog's time. At the sight of his 'brethren', Gog seemed to relax and he began to glare at Rhytid, trying to see if they could, in fact, be of the same species before throwing that thought away. No-one from his clan had those little antennas hanging from their heads.
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Post by Rhytid on May 21, 2017 14:13:47 GMT
| A search for Catacombs, a Dead Body instead |Rhytid's PL: 1,000
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The two hulking demons that stood before him both sent sharp looks toward the Warrior. With the corpse of a dead Namekian right infront of them, it wasn't the most pleasing of sight...Quite foreboding, actually. What if these two Mazoku folk were mindless and vicious, and just slaughtered whatever remnants of peaceful Namekians there were left?
Then, though, the bestial, jagged mess that called himself Dantalion finally broke the news to him. ''Our comrade'', he said. Rhytid let out a confused hum at the statement, quickly taking another look at the deformed corpse on the ground.
The Demon wasn't wrong, he really was one of them! The young Warrior clansman finally noticed the Mazoku emblem on the Namekian's clothing, and gasped at the sight. ''Oh-...Oh no, shit...Shit.'' He muttered under his breath, letting his guard droop down as he realized how stupid he really looked.
These two had obviously just lost one of their allies, probably due to the non-mazoku namekians lashing out in protest...The exact thing Rhytid hoped they would never do. So, now the Namekians were killing their own people? Simply because they didn't share the opinion the general populace did...?
The mere thought of it...Disgusting.
''...Excuse my rudeness, there.'' Rhytid spoke up, eyes dragging themselves up to meet the duo of demons. ''It was wrong to assume such things. I...I didn't know that my brethren would do such vile things toward their own people...'' His tone was low and melancholic. Rhytid sighed deeply, shaking his head in disapproval. Even the Namekians themselves were at war with one another...
The fact that Rhytid was faced with these horrors meant that there were still enough Namekians around that were unaware of Helix's teachings, or simply chose to ignore them. After this, Rhytid would have to visit their Guru once more and make sure he knows that there are Warrior and Dragon clansman that are going out, murdering the Mazoku Caste in their resentment. Maybe the Guru knew of a way to resolve the conflict, although Rhytid doubted it...
''And all because they support a different leader...Never thought my people would become this desperate, slaughtering their own out of rebellion...It's sickening, really.'' Rhytid pulled the left corner of his mouth back into a disappointed slant. Ofcourse, Rhytid didn't approve of what the Mazoku were doing either, but he'd never resort to actively harming his own people. Like it or not, the Mazoku were still Namekians...Just misguided, is all.
''Need help with the hole? I know I'm not of the Mazoku...But, he still deserves a proper burial, don't you think?''
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Post by Dantalion on May 21, 2017 14:45:15 GMT
The other hairy individual didn't seem to answer his question. "Let me reiterate. Have you, signed the documentation, to become a member of the Mazoku?" He tried again, maybe extending the sentence would get through the daftness that seemed to pour from his mouth like a torrent. Then he followed up with a confusing gesture, pointing to the large ball of plasma that hovered in the sky only to continue on about how he fell through a portal. He doubted it was from the sun, but the idea of falling through a portal did bring up an interesting prospect. "You fell from the Demon Realm too?" He inquired, another hand plunging into the depths of Clay as he tugged and teased another pile of clay, dropping it onto the pile of clay. This was frustrating as hell.
Then the Namekian followed up, he hadn't known about the rebellions? It made sense, so far he was the one that dealt with them primarily, "Yeah... It's a rebellion why wouldn't they be killing people?" He said baffled, a look of visible confusion contorting his features, he didn't know any Rebellion lacked bloodshed, everyone, he had witnessed or heard of in some degree ended in violence and murder eventually, and this was no different. He started to piece everything together, this one must have been young, naive and still believed the Namekian's to stand atop all others as pillars of peace and tranquillity, that their warriors of legend were born from Meditation and Defence. They never war, all heroes in some form or another in this universe was christened in blood, their kill counts in the hundreds and looked at with veneration. If the words were cut true and harsh though, they would be no greater a hero than the villains they combated.
He paused for a moment, his fingers midway through a dig as he let loose a sigh. "Do you want to know, why you haven't heard of anyone dying yet in this rebellion? Becuase normally, our members try to handle things passively. I personally have been shot, maimed and jabbed by your lot in this Rebellion numerous times." He dug a little deeper, a hand delving into his Cloaks pocket as he pulled out some paperwork, etched in cold black ink the paper read, Name, Sex, Gender, Social Security, Mothers maiden Name and Species. The crossed out words were easy enough to read, the sex one at first may seem confusing to be etched out, but being on Namek they preferred the term Gender over Sex. Social Security and Mothers Maiden name were old remnants of his plans to scam the Mazoku and its people of every dime they had gathered than run off a rich man. "However, because I and the few others who were assigned to deal with Rebellions were shipped off to Arcose those of a more savage nature are now fanning the flames." He continued, his hand finally plucking the clay from its hole and dropping it onto its respective pile.
Then he made a generous offer, he actually offered to help dig a hole. Maybe there was hope for this lot after all. Though it did seem slim since Helix had berated him, Namorel insisted on Bullying him, Gastro was.... Well, Gastro wasn't very good but at least he tried. Oh and of course there was Solen, who he affectionately referred to as 'The Green Doucebag' mainly because the minute he saw him Dantalion was lambasted with abuse and insults, something Helix seemed quite determined to let slide. He opened his palm, waving over where he was digging, insisting they help. "If you don't mind." He replied dryly before continuing to dig his hole out.
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Post by gogmagog on May 22, 2017 9:40:00 GMT
Gogmagog seemed to nod his head as Dantalion repeated his question of signing the papers. Gog paid close attention to each word and mouthed them out after him, committing them to memory for later possible use. It was clear the other demon didn't wish to fight, and just wanted to dig his hole for the dead Namekian. Now he quizzed him about the Demon Realm. "Ask too many questions you do." Gog thought to himself as he began to answer. "Yes. Me come from por'al in sky." Gog thought for a second then again nodded, his sentence had made sense.
As Rhytid spoke about brethren killing each other, Gog began to think back to his beloved demon realm where in his clan it was necessary if you wanted to become more powerful. Not everyone was built for it, but in Gog's mind, it was all worth it to become more powerful.
Gogmagog's thought was interrupted as Dantalian passed him the sheet of paper asking various questions, and a pen to write down the answers. Unsure of what to use the paper for, Gog naturally assumed it was an offering of food. Perhaps, the Demon who dug feared Gog's cough immense cough power. Gog proceeded to take large bites of the paper, chewing and swallowing it a smile crossing his face as he devoured the sheet. Now time for dessert. He bit head into the end of the pen, the plastic cracking and splintering. Gog pulled his head back and stared as the ink leaked from the mangled tip. Perhaps this is a drink and not food? The Demon began to suck the ink from the pen, coating the inside of his mouth with the blue liquid.
"You is safe." Gog dropped a hand onto Dantalion's back and nodded. From now on, Gogmagog would serve the other Demon as his bodyguard since the payment was accepted. "Me will 'elp." Gog crouched down onto all fours and began to dig the hole, much like a dog digging to bury its bone. Dirt and clay began to spray up from between the demon's legs as the hole got deeper.
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Post by Rhytid on May 22, 2017 10:43:21 GMT
| A search for Catacombs, a Dead Body instead |Rhytid's PL: 1,000
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Rhytid had truly surprised himself today. Usually, he was just a big, mean grump when it came to the Mazoku. But hey, who could blame him? They had effectively tossed Namekian tradition into the garbage, and turned themselves into a tyrannical, conquering war-machine, putting the entirety of the Namekian people at risk.
...And here he was helping them.
Granted, it made sense, somewhat. Despite disagreeing so much with the Mazoku Caste's way of thinking, he wasn't gonna go around and be an asshole to them for seemingly no reason. Both because he could respect them for wanting to bury a fallen comrade, as well as the fact that both of these Demons could most likely rip him to shreds.
Rhytid didn't doubt that they could probably make him look even worse than the corpse.
The hulking, bearded Demon was the scariest of all. His voice was bellowing and deep, and his accent was so thick that Rhytid couldn't even make sense out of what he was saying! Worst of all, he was fairly sure that he wouldn't resist trying to eat him, just like he ate that sheet of paper...!
...And the pen...
''Uhhhhh-'' The monotone noise uttered from his mouth. The Warrior was utterly confused at the Demon's grand display of intelligence. Rhytid blinked long and hard, as if he was trying to clean away a horrid image that was burned into his mind. Well, that wasn't wrong either- it really was quite the unsettling image. How this guy had managed to survive for however long he existed, was completely beyond him.
''...Riiight.''
Rhytid mentally slapped himself to try and regain his composure. He nearly forgot what he was going to help them with, but luckily, the man-dog-demon digging away like a madman helped remind him. Rhytid groaned at the sight, were all of Xylo's men this...Incompetent? ''...Why waste all the effort digging a hole?'' He spoke up, before waving a hand toward the two. ''Get back, this'll take ages otherwise.''
The Namekian walked closer to the two, and the corpse of the Mazoku clansman that laid sprawled out on the floor. Extending a palm toward the nearly-made hole created by the gargantuan demon accountant, Rhytid's signature green aura flared into his hand.
''Destruction Wave!''
A booming blast flared out from Rhytid's palm and onto the ground, sending dirt and grass flying high into the air as Rhytid's energy carved itself into Namek's soil! The name was a bit unnecessary, especially if you considered just how weak the attack was, but Rhytid grew accustomed to saying it whenever he used it. As the dust settled, a somewhat deep, yet jagged hole was all that was left. Luckily, it was big enough to fit the Mazoku Clansman without having to fold him together in a disrespectful manner.
''There, that should do it.'' Rhytid sighed out. ''Well...He's your comrade, is he not? You two should do the honor of burying him.''
[N1]Destruction Wave fired at the ground, creating a nice, namekian-sized hole for the body.
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Post by Dantalion on May 22, 2017 13:21:08 GMT
Portal from sky. The words constantly swam through his mind, he had no idea if he was dealing with an idiot, a junkie or an actual demon. "Well, I didn't come from something so grand. But I assume that means you are a fellow Demon?" He inquired, might as well get his answer out of him now instead of pussyfooting around the subject. It was clear a subtle approach was never going to work with this one, especially not with what he saw follow up.
Dantalion's features twisted and turned, his head cocked to the side as he watched him start to chew and maim his paperwork and pen. And like that, I no longer have a pen. Wonderful. He mentally snapped, he wanted to strike out, leave his body in the dirt and pushed into the hole. But who knew what power this one possessed, he might have the capacity to move mountains, and with his intelligence, he may very well never get over it. "Right. That um.... That uh..." He was flabbergasted, never before had he met a man so dense, Gogmagog's words rolling through his mind in a constant downward spiral. You is safe? From what? Was a bear going to attack me? Was THIS bear going to attack me? He thought to himself as he penetrated the soil, a hand moulding and shifting as he pulled out another handful and plopped it to the side.
He pulled out another sheet, handing it to him and trying to reiterate the point a third time since it was clear being in the loosest terms indirect was not pulling the message across. "Okay. Buddy, what I need you to do. Is to put your signature here." He paused as he directed him through it in the lamest term possible to not lead to confusion. "And then your gender here." His finger rode across the page before stopping on an empty line, followed by one last whisk down as he got to the last part of the contract. "And species here." He tapped his finger off before hearing the words roll out, the bright light of green Ki surrounding the Namekian's opened palm, he had ignored his inquiry of why dig. He thought it was some sort of joke, but it seemed he had not given the effort of digging the fallen soldier a worthy enough task.
Dantalion's free arm extended, covering the to be grave and clocking the paltry shoot. His arm didn't coil, his features didn't twist, a blank long drawn frown crossed his face as his garnet eyes twisted a few times, pulling his arm up to see what had happened. No scaring, the tissue still unphased, no lashing tentacles sweeping at the air to heal his wounds. Was that even an attack? No... No one is that weak. This must be a trick... He thought to himself as the hollow eyes squinted at him. What was the planning, what diabolical plan had he prepared? Was it to lull him into a false sense of security? And the same answer came up. Of course, it was, he was part of the weakest ranks of demons and even a potshot from one of them could pack a punch ten times stronger than that.
He pulled himself up, his full height coming into sight as he towered that little bit more over Gogmagog, his head bent back as he glared daggers and knives at the Namekian. "This Namekian died a warriors death. And thus." He paused, a finger pointing to the grave as he made the slightest indentation of light, a single stream of Ki rolling around and through the dirt as a Rectangle was formed for his soon to be grave. "We shall take that little bit more time to dig his grave by hand." His voice echoed and roared in magnitudes, anger elicited from such callous action. "Even if it takes me the rest of the night, the heavens bow down and the Gods themselves do battle, I will sit here and dig his hole. I will not take shortcuts for this Namekian, as I shall not for any other warrior." He paused, a single step was taken as the ground beneath his feet cracked and tiny pebbles rose from his rage, electricity forming around him as he was ready to break the careless Namekian. "I know not what clan you were breed too. But a warrior shall be dug his grave. As I would yours." He finished before turning around, his cape rolling over the Namekian and shrouding them in darkness for a brief second before his form hunched again, a hand breaking the dirt and pulling out a single clump. At least Gogmagog had the right idea if a little bit more enthusiastic than he thought he might have been.
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Post by gogmagog on May 23, 2017 10:34:24 GMT
This Demon had produced another meal for Gogmagog, but he seemed to be pointing at the sheet intent to prove something about it. Gog's eyes glared closely, the symbols of the paper stared back. "Signature here". Dantalion repeated. Gogmagog sounded out each letter of the word as his icy fingers scraped across the paper.
"S-i-g-ni-ture." This word had Gog stumped. What did it mean? "Signature." Gog spoke the word aloud, look to Dantalion to see if his pronunciation was correct. He did the same with each other word that Dantalion pointed out. A small drop of ink fell from Gogmagog's mouth as he was leaning over the paper, staining the page. Then it clicked, he was meant to mark the paper, maybe as a sign that he would fulfil his agreement to the Mazoku Dominion. "Yes." The hulking demon swished his finger around his mouth before smearing the ink along the dotted line for his signature. He then spoke the next words to Dantialion, being unable to spell them. "Me is demon yes. Me is Gogmagog." Would that satisfy this bookkeeper?
Now Gog was stuck into digging with the dirt flying behind him, ink dripping from his mouth, the hole was well underway. That was until the Green Namekian moved for the hole, ready to show Gog a new way to dig. A blast shot towards the ground before it was intercepted by the hand of the second demon. As Dantalion rose in anger as did Gogmagog. As far as he knew, we worked for Dantalion and this Namekian had just assaulted his boss. The Namekian was in all attempted to do something nice and would've solved this digging problem, but now he had anger Dantalion and this only flowed to Gog who seemed to rear up with him. Ki began to flow through the veins and around Gogmagog. His muscles tensing and his veins pulsing. The Demon let out a blood-curdling shout as he threw his arms down to his side. With the power of Four Withces Technique another set of arms sprung from the muscles of his shoulders and took places above his original pair. Gog rose to his full 7ft 3in and stood next to Dantalion. "Me is gonna crush you!" Gog shouted towards Rhytid... Although now Dantalion seemed to have calmed and continued to dig. This only did more to confuse Gog, if that had happened in the demon realm blood would have been shed. "We is gonna crush 'im?" Gogmagog's head turned sideways as he questions Dantalion who continued to dig.
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Post by Rhytid on May 26, 2017 13:48:16 GMT
| A search for Catacombs, a Dead Body instead |Rhytid's PL: 1,000
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| GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights (+75%) | | PL MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
Well now, it seemed that Rhytid's 'generous act' didn't really help in improving his relationship with the Mazoku-aligned Demons. Right after he had blasted open a convenient hole, the smarter one of the two stood up, quite literally towering over Rhytid with an imposing glare. Usually, Rhytid would've been pretty terrified at this point- yet something helped him keep his calm. He couldn't feel the strength of the two demons before him, but maybe that was for the best.
Rhytid returned the unwavering gaze as the Demon spoke up grand words about honor, which made his eyes widen in surprise. While they were definitely overexaggerated, Rhytid did understand the frustrations now. While he doubted the Demon's seriousness behind the whole ''Heavens and Gods'' line, what he said wasn't untrue.
''Hm, I see...Honestly, I didn't take you two to be honorable warriors...No offense.'' The Namekian sighed out, did his xenophobia get the better of him again? Maybe these two really weren't as bad as he thought? ''My apologies...It's just that- the people around here have their judgements regarding your...Species.'' Rhytid let out, unable to really find the correct word to describe the Demons. ''Stories flock around of Mazoku-aligned demons pestering the other Namekians-'' He began speaking, squatting down and digging his four-fingered hands into the dirt. ''While I don't know if those are true or not, couldn't help but be a bit suspi-!''
''ME IS GONNA CRUSH YOU!!
The other mentally-impaired Demon suddenly let out a mighty roar as two extra arms sprouted out of his side! Ki roared around him with ferocity, and the loud noises were enough to knock Rhytid from his balance as he fell on his back. The Warrior's gaze instantly hardened toward the four-armed Demon, mentally readying to defend against what was probably going to be a one-sided fight. What the hell was this guy's problem!? He was as unstable and stupid as can be...!
Does Xylo really allow pea-brained brutes like him in his ranks?!
Standing up, Rhytid's energy built in retaliation, yet it was obviously nothing compared to the Demon's. Rhytid snarled as he readied for battle, yet then....He suddenly stopped? ''...Uh.'' He muttered, looking on as Gogmagog questioned Dantalion. ''Hold on now, big guy, I'm not here to pick a fight with anyone...!'' Rhytid quickly butted in with an outstretched palm. ''No need to start clobbering eachother now, is there?'' The Warrior tried to reason with Gogmagog to the best of his abilities, yet he somehow doubted that it wasn't going to work very well. This Demon was quite the feisty one- and Rhytid wasn't sure how much longer he'd remain safe around him. With careful steps, Rhytid approached the two, and slowly crouched down to continue digging the hole.
An idea suddenly popped into his head, though, one that would hopefully satisfy the demon!
''If you're really reering to fight that badly, I wouldn't mind a friendly spar after we bury your comrade.''
TAGS: Dantalion gogmagog
OOC NOTES: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AAAA
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Post by Dantalion on May 26, 2017 14:50:46 GMT
"No? Wh... Gogmagog, why would we crush them?" He replied, a raised brow as the garnet lights shifted inside the hollow indents. "They just made a mistake. A critical, disgusting one." He paused looking over the Namekian before letting loose a long drawn out sigh, "But a mistake none the less." He continued before delving back into the dirt pile, with Gogmagog's four arms and his more than enthusiastic digging strategy his brow permanently raised in confusion at the Demons antics. Was he a Demon? He had seldom met one of such vigour and aggressiveness, with the exception of Demon's of Wrath, the edgy assholes that they were. Maybe he was born simply innate, mentally disadvantaged or his preferred terminology [BLAM REDACTED], as controversial a slang word it may have been.
With that part out of the way, being the most troublesome considering this man had just sprouted four arms and jumped at the opportunity to crush something, he went back to digging, now handling the Rhytid situation, "Of course we have a negative portrayal. When I went to ask someone how they polished their sword do you know what happened?" He paused, taking a breath to reveal something he felt needed to one day be addressed. "He turned around, yelled at me about being an abomination and fuck off the planet because no good would come from me." He responded with all the care of a violent tiger, his words twisted and warped by anger, it was people like this that made his job oh so woeful, to deal with the constant insults. "And that. That is all fine and dandy. I expect that. Do you know what I don't expect?" His lips twisted and contorted as he snarled thinking up the insulting image as he plummeted deep this time into the soil, half his arm encompassed by the Clay before slowly tearing it up with a decent boulder of the stuff and dropping it onto his pile.
"Helix's Tone. I expected it from Namorel, the sarcastic asshole. All the salt in his words I'm surprised he hasn't shrivelled up." That one was a love-hate relationship, he loved to hate Namorel, and he loved to ignore Dantalion's taxes since he hated the concept of Capitalism. "But Helix? He landed and at first, he showed me.... Well. He tolerated my existence at most." He continued before he punched the soil, Ki flaring up as his features turned bestial, the opalescent thorns of his back striking up as his horns twisted and curled. "Than... Then I tried to tell him to tell the ungrateful imbecile, to keep his mouth shut?!" His words started to echo, streaks of lightning striking around him as the corpse slowly arose from the ground, his limbs weak and flailing from the force of Ki. "Then HE toLD Me TO FUcK OfF BecAUSE HE ThoUGHT ThE SAmE THING!" His words shifted and coiled with unaccountable rage, he couldn't figure it out. He was meant to be the peacekeeper, a tolerant man, yet there he sat. Insulting, lambasting and telling him to fuck off and not come back.
With a last daring strike of electricity, his Garnet lights turned off, his movements monotoned and robotic as if set to PilotPilor as he moved with mechanical grace digging and dragging the soil up and dropping it on the ground. With a large inhalation, the trees shifting as they were pulled ever so slightly by the magnitude of his breath the Garnet lights returned, looking over to Rhytid with a sombre smile warping his features. "If you would like to spar, we could always.... Use... Shit." He replied, he was going to have them go into the Gravity room, set on ten since it always seemed to be set on ten whenever he was involved and get them some good training, though with Xylo's ship gone there went that possibility. "uhh... Yeah sure. I will go grab a spare scouter and check your Power Levels to see where we are all at. Don't need excessive force now do we." He looked straight to Gogmagog and his new sprouted arms looking him up and down before digging his hole. He was almost sure he wouldn't understand the Implication.
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Post by gogmagog on May 27, 2017 0:48:11 GMT
Although his rage took over him, Gogmagog paid attention to the small conversations going on, committing the words he was yet to understand to memory. The Demon's, his species were looked down upon here? He'd use this information later, either to better the relationship with the locals or destroy anyone who resisted. Perhaps the Demons could hold a public execution, that would always make his fellow Demons happy from his Clan in the demon realm. Yes, that would be the plan. Gogmagog's arms continued to pulse and tense with anticipation, fights and battle's were what he was bred fo but slowly the adrenaline began to melt away, all anger slowly subsiding. This place confused Gog tremendously, he'd be knee deep in bodies right now in the demon realm, yet these three were going back to talking. "Me ain't know what spar is?" Gog truthfully asked, still not quite fluent in the English language. As he asked, Dantalion suddenly began to flare up with anger, this demon seemed to go from one emotion to another, perhaps it was this planet making him weak or 'humanlike'. As his anger flared Gogmagog strode over and placed an arm over Dantalions shoulder. "We's can rip 'is 'ead from 'is spine? This 'Elix thing me mean." As Dantalion became enraged Gog could feel his rage boiling up again, but this time he compressed it. Thinking for sure the situation would just simmer down like last time, and for once the demon was correct.
Gogmagog stared from Dantalion to Rhytid as the mulled over such things as 'power level', 'spare scouter's' and this 'spar'. The curiosity was killing him. WHAT WAS A SPAR!? Was it a feast for him to enjoy, a festival? Gog's left eye began to twitch as he mulled over what it could mean!
Dantalion Rhytid
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Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on May 27, 2017 18:16:00 GMT
| A search for Catacombs, a Dead Body instead |Rhytid's PL: 1,000
Rhytid's current PL: 250 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights (+75%) | | PL MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
As tense as the situation was, Rhytid felt relieved that he was able to defuse the situation before things really got out of hand. Dantalion didn't seem to be interested in beating the shit out of Rhytid for his mistake, and considering the fact that he was Gogmagog's superior, this hopefully meant that he'd remain calm for now.
But then, as Dantalion and Rhytid actually got into a decent conversation...Something happened. As if the Demon was showing more and more of his true self, he began voicing just how frustrated and hurt he really was. This...Surprised Rhytid, to say the least. He wouldn't admit it, but he was also incredibly negatively biased when it came to Demons. Maybe it was their appearance, their tendency to cause havoc, their agressiveness...
Namorel, even Helix, both people that Rhytid looked up to, more or less- both of them had insulted this hulking beast, probably unaware just how much they had actually hurt him. The Warrior clansman's gaze was locked to the dirt as he gulped. He needed a moment to set things straight inside of his head- was Helix really not as much of a saint as he thought?
No, no, there must've been something else...
''I...I'm sorry to hear all of this...Didn't know this weighed so heavily on your kind.'' He muttered shockedly- was he actually feeling sympathy for a Demon...A Mazoku-aligned demon, no less? It felt strange- so strange. ''Helix is...He's a good man, really.'' Rhytid nodded to himself convincedly. ''Things have been tense lately. I've spoken to him...He means the best, I'm sure. It's just that...'' He paused for a second, his hands stopping half-way in the clay. He took a moment to glance at Gogmagog as he shook his head- he wouldn't allow the Guru to get hurt.
''Helix just recently became the Guru...The burden of the entire planet weighs on his shoulders. It must be tough. When we spoke he...He seemed pretty broken about it all.'' Rhytid let out a long sigh. He really felt bad for their Guru...Having everyone rely on him to preserve the peace on Namek, it wasn't an easy job. Then again, that's partially why Rhytid devoted himself to Helix's cause. ''He just wants to keep Namek safe. I'm sure he's just a bit on edge, is all. You really don't seem like that bad of a person.'' The Namekian continued to speak, ripping another chunk of clay from the Namekian Earth. The grave was quite deep already, and wouldn't take long to finish at this point.
''As for Namorel...'' Rhytid muttered, his tone obviously holding a hint of resentment. ''I wouldn't worry about him...He abandoned us.'' Rhytid's eyes lowered into angered slits. He grumbled silently to himself, unable to forgive his ''leader'' for vanishing the way he did. ''The Warrior caste...MY caste...He just- He just VANISHED!'' Rhytid shouted out, his hand ramming into the clay and tearing through it like it was cardboard. ''After our previous leader died, he took the mantle of leader. He gave us hope, briefly...And then he just disappeared without a trace! It's...It's...'' Clouded by frustration, Rhytid couldn't find the correct word to describe his feelings regarding the situation. They weren't positive ones, that was obvious.
Rhytid simply let out a long sigh. He really needed to blow off some steam...
''As for our spar...I'm wearing weighted clothing, so I'll probably be much weaker than I actually am. I need to keep them on, though, to help with my training.'' Rhytid explained clearly, not wanting to cause any confusion and make them think he was even weaker than he actually was. Quickly side-eyeing Gogmagog, Rhytid still wasn't quite sure if he could trust the literally-stupid Demon...What if he took the spar too seriously, and tried to kill him?
TAGS: Dantalion gogmagog
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