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Post by Dantalion on May 28, 2017 8:06:37 GMT
"Of course, you didn't know. Why would Helix put himself into a bad light?" He replied with callous care, another arm protruding through the solid as he tore out another sizable rock of Clay, tossing it aside before plunging back in, they were almost done, just a few more jabs and they could give this soldier a proper burial. "And the burden of the planet is on HIS shoulders? Is it really?" He inquired, he held a title that meant it sure, but did he really hold it on his shoulders. That was gone now, the title of the ruler was Xylo's and Xylo's alone, Helix merely held onto a title of relics. Times changed, seasons turned cold than hot, land turned to sea and sea to sky and the new guard turned old. Now it was simply the passing of the torch, no longer weighed down by tradition. It was time for Namek to come into a golden age for once, rather one of "Tell me. What burden does Helix have exactly as the so-called leader? Hmm? Does he run the economy? Last I checked I was doing more Economic work than he." He replied, rather insulted, maybe Namekians had a different way of running things, but that was an old system and it showed how effective it was in the number of times the planet had been destroyed. "Or, is he leading the charge of peace? Last I checked rebellion sprung up everywhere and I don't see him trying to quell it." He continued, there were a million holes in his idea of Helix being the leader and those two were the most precedent.
With the Helix situation dealt with, it moved onto Namorel, the salt of the Namek. "Not shocking. The guy got the title on a golden platter. If he had to earn it he might have stayed." He continued, in the Demon Realm when someone merely was given something they never cherished it, and these were Demons, they craved everything but were happy to give up something if it took no effort to get it back. That might just be the Warrior Caste's position now. "But he didn't. No one really opposed him, even Xylo and the guy was actively sitting there spitting in his face. Probably felt like he was king of the world and no one was going to fight for it." He continued as he plummeted another hand deep into the soil, the final rock pulled out as the grave was finally dug. A lot more happened than he expected, a discussion on Helix and Namorel, his emotions flared and he managed to dig the hole before the dawn of a new day.
As for Gogmagog's little reaction of tearing his head off, Dantalion sighed, "...No? You... You're a really violent dude aren't ya?" He stated in response as he walked over to the Namekian corpse, picking it up and heaving the carrion corpse over his shoulder, his limbs quickly dissolving as his face shrivelled and died. A single step was taken and already half of the corpse had dissolved by the time he had planted his corpse into the hole and slowly sliding the clay over his body and giving a solid pat. The last visage of his face was of contorted horror, bugs and grubs rolling through his flesh as Dantalion walked over to a tree, peeling off a long strip of bark and pressing it into the soil. Maybe if he had his pen he could write something about him, but Gogmagog seemed very insistent on consuming that so there went that plan.
With the corpse buried, the job was done and a marker of sorts left behind he clasped his hands together, turning around as a single digit motioned back and forth, cooing them to follow him as he headed to Castle Mazoku to grab a scouter and see what he was dealing with. He didn't know what to think of Rhytid, his attack was weak and couldn't even manage to scratch his skin and he did say he was weaker than normal thanks to the heavyweights. But was that all a clever ploy? A trick to surprise him. The scooter test would have to do. Gogmagog however.... He was fairly certain he was the simple minded dude who had a penchant for punching stuff really hard.
Rhytid | gogmagog
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Post by gogmagog on May 29, 2017 10:20:25 GMT
Gogmagog seemed to zone out for a second or two as the others spoke of the past rulers and mentors, deserters is what they sounded like but Gog wasn't around then so he couldn't judge. They two seemed to have different opinions of this Helix person, one seeing him as a burdened ruler, the other as a lazy coward perhaps. Now they switched to some other character, a 'Namorel'. This one seemed like someone who could you a good whack to the gut, but that was neither here nor there. Maybe when he got stronger he could help Dantalion dish these hits out. Training, the Green Namekian wanted training. Only now did it clicked that the Namekian was wearing the weighted clothes in order to strengthen his muscle. A grin spread across Gog's face, this one was one of joy. "Me is gonna make you strongs. Strong as me." Gog spoke happily. Now he knew what a spar was, a fight between two people to learn more about the arts of combat. This would be Gog's first taste of combat out of the Demon Realm, a chance to test his metal against the locals. Although this was going to be weaker and not put up much of a fight.
"Me thinks violence solve everything." Gog replied to Dantalion. "Me already figured out 'ow to make Namek like us more." His sentence trailed off as he racked his brain attempting to figure out the right way to say his next sentence, perhaps the longest sentence he'd ever speak in this new tongue. "Back in Demon Realm. Me clan 'old group killin's to make everyone 'appy again. We kills our enemies in front of me clan!" In fact, Gog was talking about public executions. It was always a good way to bolster his clans' morale and increase the general happiness of everyone. He only assumed it would work the same here. Gog's stare shifted to Rhytid. "Don' worry we ain't not gonna kill you. Me thinks me likes you." Gog smiled to himself, he'd just weighed his opinion in on the conversation and hadn't flared up with rage. Whether or not his opinion was good didn't matter to him, just as long as it was out there.
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Post by Rhytid on May 29, 2017 17:44:33 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 |
It seemed that Rhytid's defense of their Guru did little to better the Demon's opinion of him. It was quite sad to hear such harsh opinions on their Guru, and a bit irritating if anything. The Warrior clansman held great respect for Helix, especially in times like these. But it seemed that the Warrior forgot that he was speaking to people who were loyal to Xylo, and Xylo alone.
Maybe there was some truth in his words. Xylo was indeed their ''leader'', although Rhytid didn't really consider him to be Rhytid's leader. Rhytid disagreed heavily with his choices and leadership, yet whether or not he disagreed with them, he was still leading the general populace. Most likely unknown to the Demons, Helix was just as much a leader as Xylo was.
The Sentinels were a secret group, though. A resistance, the last line of Namekian traditionalism. Helix was Rhytid's true leader, although he could never speak of the Sentinels out in public, especially not infront of Xylo's soldiers.
He'd just have to keep quiet, and accept the critique.
''Atleast we can agree on Namorel's incompetence...Heh, maybe we really aren't so different after all?'' Rhytid told them in a surprisingly friendly, casual tone. He glanced up at the Demons- taking a good, hard look at their bruteish appearance...Uncertainty filled him once more. ''...No, we uh- we're definitely very different.'' He muttered out once more, before standing up with a hefty sigh.
''Guess that's taken care of.'' He spoke up as his eyes gazed to the grave. Rhytid watched as Dantalion picked his comrade up, and ''placed'' him in the quickly-made hole. It was a strange sight to see a stranger being buried by even stranger Demons. Rhytid always thought of the Mazoku as their ''enemies'', yet this run-in proved that they really weren't the bloodthirsty tyrants that he thought they were. For the rest of the Mazoku Namekian's burial, Rhytid remained silent, a sign of respect.
Afterwards, the dumber Demon spoke up again, Gogmagog. The guy thankfully seemed to had calmed down, and began to explain about his colorful, lively past. The fact that his clan solved everything with violence and murder raised a bunch of red flags inside of Rhytid's head, who was staring at the hulking beast with uncertain eyes. Usually, Rhytid would've argued if they said things like that...But he really doubted that Gogmagog would've listened.
''Thats...Uh, that's nice.''
Luckily, Gog actually confirmed that he wasn't out to kill Rhytid anymore. Maybe the biggest relief he'd ever felt in his life- Rhytid mentally thanked Porunga that he managed to get on the Demon's good side. ''Glad to uh, hear that...You're not so bad yourself, really...Just, promise me not to kill any Namekians, alright?'' He asked the towering, imposing Demon, raising a brow curiously. ''We're more or less on the same side here, after all...'' He muttered lowly, gesturing for Gog to come along before he walked off to follow Dantalion.
''Come on, I'm curious to see how skilled you two are.''
It still felt weird to him, inviting Mazoku-aligned soldiers to a friendly spar, and actually striking a somewhat friendly conversation with them. He'd never figure his interactions with them would be this ''pleasant'', for the lack of a better term. Maybe it was for the best, though. Rhytid didn't have to agree with their values, or choices, or become loyal to Xylo, as long as they all got along. As Sax told him at Helix's house, it was time for all three Castes to band together in harmony. There was no use in secluding a specific caste, as they all needed eachother in one way or another.
After all, they all had a common goal.
The safety of Namek.
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Post by Dantalion on May 30, 2017 13:52:36 GMT
At least, and then he stopped listening. Those words along made it become clear he was indentured into Helix's belief. A dead philosophy and one Dantalion was sure was going to dig them into the ground if something didn't change. And he was damn sure he wasn't going to die for it, he would upturn the entire system if he had to, bring capitalism into the folds of Namek and bring it to a prosperous time, one of actual peace rather than some finite subjugation they were seemingly happy to accept and while some might argue if it's not broken don't fix it, and in the most twisted sense of the word it wasn't broken. If he had to, he would break it. He would break it to fix it in his image, the right image. The capitalist image.
Gogmagog piped up. "Gogmagog. Pray tell, you aren't from my region of the Demon Realm are ya?" He stated rather bluntly and rather assured of himself. The Demon Realm was vast, the size of Namek might be the size of a Kingdom hailed throughout the ages and weathered storms untold, while in another part it might just be a vast desert, nomadic tribes sparsely populating it as they tame the wild dangers of the Demon Realm. Or some random point in between.
With that question out of the way, he made his way through to Castle Mazoku, the towering doors swinging open as the 'Pretty Boys' rolled out. Dantalion mentally groaned, Oh dear... Oh, not these ducks again. He thought to himself as he tried to not make eye contact, they swayed and rolled out, getting far too touchy for Dantalion's taste as well as too noisy. He didn't like the pretty boys and was glad he wasn't a part of Species Resources, he was sure if they existed they would get countless complaints. He quickly pushed and muscled his way through the crowd of muscle and grease, cringing at the thought of them even touching his massive frame. "Do not stop. Do not acknowledge them. Do not interact with them." He stated aloud to the other two, as he slivered his way through into the actual building and out of the courtyard. Closing the door with a rocketing thud as a few Mazoku Namekians walked past.
They looked and peered through the windows terror, horror, a twisted amalgamation warping their features. All applicable words as they cringed in horror. "I swear, their ranks get larger every day. And I do not know where they keep coming from." He said as he walked past the Namekians, they nodded in response, he never saw them meet up with Xylo or ever interact. And now that he thought a little more on the topic, he was fairly certain he had never signed them up. He took a glancing sight, at their numbers, only a few even had the insignia before he sighed. Oh goddamnit. They must have brought their friends. If he was a bigger man he might have done something about it, but he was a weak man and he saw what happened when someone got into a scuffle with their numbers. And that was something he did not want to be a part of.
He walked through the halls of Mazoku, a dry wind whispering through the barren halls, the waterfront had drained them of most of their numbers, and now the castle was being guarded on reserves and led by Sax. He took a left, then a right and then up a few flights of stairs to where a single weeping Namekian sat, legs crossed as tears ran down his mournful eyes. Dantalion snatched a scouter, a few clicks and beeps as he scanned them over through the blue hue, ignoring Somber Sajon, the Namekian never stopped crying, but he was also the one with an actual degree in economics so he was stuck with front desk duty. "Okay... What we looking at here." A series of strange numbers ran over before he ran through the different settings, Brech... Ogernese... Zoonian... Oh, still got Ankokuno, neat." He said aloud before flipping over to Demon, strange ancient runes one might use to seal away the gods themselves pouring up as he read them aloud, "Okay, Gogmagog, you got Twenty Thousand roughly, Rhy you got a Flat Thousand." He said rather dryly as he dropped it down on the counter, Somber Sajon looking up, tears and snot running down his face as he opened a mouth, only to have a finger shut it close. "Sajon. Last time, you tell me about how your pet Crab died of Syphilis and I swear to Kami I will burn this castle down." He said as he turned around, the flourish of a cape as he took a step out of the Armoury and peered outside for a second. They were still there, the mindless horde of Pretty Boys bouncing and weaving through the courtyard as they were left Stranded.
"Okay, so we can't really train out there. However, where there is a will. There is a way." He said as he moved back through the castle, whisking and motioning through as the sound of Sajon got dimmer, his voice becoming a muffled weep before finally escaping his penetrating sob story. After a few minutes they arrived, an empty large room, left vacant and untouched. It was a spare room to be used for something, he imagined extravagant dinners or something of the sort but with Namekians living off water that idea quickly came to an end, he looked at the windows, closing a blind to keep the sunlight out and the attention of the Pretty Boys elsewhere as he turned to the Duo, standing in the empty hall as he clasped his hands together. "Boom. Welcome to the insert name here room." He said as he looked over the two, where there was a will there was a way and this was the best way to go. "I uh... I suppose this is the best place I can offer training without having to move through their ranks again." His very words cringed with misfortune, eventually, they would have to go through that again, but any stall he could get was good enough.
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Post by gogmagog on May 31, 2017 11:14:54 GMT
Gogmagog stalked the footsteps of the other two. Again nodding as though he knew of what they spoke about. In time he would, but for now, it all meant zip. He knew that the leadership system was somewhat like his tribes. The strongest would lead, and right now there was a struggle of leadership of some sort? That most definitely meant a war. And that made Gogmagog happy. "Nope, me ain't seen now of you from where me from." Gogmagog scratched his head and stroked his chin thinking hard on the issue. It must be important for this other Demon to know whereabouts Gog was from as he always seemed to quiz Gog about it. "We was from a small lil' part of the Realm. Far from many others." His small secluded locations from the Demon Realm meant land was always worth fighting for, and other Demons were always looking for strong warriors like Gog to fight their battles.
As they entered the castle Gog had to yet again stare and bare witness to the muscle and oily men dance around. He'd already acknowledged them on their fine physique with muscle so toned, yet he had his doubts about whether they were for show or actual combat. Nevertheless, he still shoved through the crowd, but with every brush past it felt like one would be coated in cheap spray tan and massage oils. "Do you's thinks they do a fight good?" "Gog blatantly stated as they began to exit the mob.
Now new recruits surrounded them, most in the form of Namekians. Gog had just recently been in this position, no less that a day or two ago. "Is good they join. Better kill other army with them." Gog brushed past a few of the Namekian recruits picking his nose and flicking whatever debris he pulled from it towards them. "Waste if good snacks that was." Gog let out a sigh as he quickly regretted flicking quite a large, slimy, green dollop of snot towards a recruit.
Gogmagog took no pity on the man crying on the floor. Who'd cry about a dead crab anyway! Crying was a weakness. Those tears should be turned into salty sweat not wasted leaking from the eyeballs. The numbers were in and Gog was at least double that of his counterpart, but he knew Rhytid would define get more gains this time around, especially since he had his weighted clothing.
The trio hopped between a few rooms before they entered a sizeable room, one that seemed like it could handle some sort of combat. All four hands of Gog's were brought in front of him interlocking the opposing hands and cracking his knuckles. "Don' worry me is gonna make you stongerer." Gog said with a crooked smile cross his face. A smile that never made it to those deep, arctic blue eyes of his.
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Post by Rhytid on Jun 1, 2017 1:31:56 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 the trio finally began to walk, something finally hit Rhytid- a weird realization. He was going to be entering Castle Mazoku...The dark, foreboding fortress that had sent a shiver down his spine since the day it was erected. The place where the Mazoku did all of their dirty work, and where he assumed all of Xylo's leftover troops were hanging out.
When entering, Rhytid felt his heartrate increase. It was as if he was entering enemy territory, while at the same time, he wasn't. Sure, he was of a different Caste, but not the enemy of the Mazoku. A more accurate description would be the feeling a kid gets when he enters the playground of a different school...It felt like everyone was breathing down your neck, silently judging you for even being there in the first place.
Immediately, Rhytid was forced to push his way through a horde of handsy, greased up male-strippers. A cold, disgusted glare was thrown at each of them as he passed, confusion and regret already washing over him. Dantalion even felt the need to state to not even interact with them in the first place...Which only begged the question; What the hell were they doing here...?!
Gogmagog seemed to think the same. ''I...Doubt it.'' Rhytid bluntly replied after they pushed through. As they continued to follow Dantalion down a few hallways and up a flight of stairs, the sound of depressed weeping grew ever so close. Eventually, the weeping revealed itself to be a Mazoku Namekian, crying for...Whatever reason.
His attention was dragged to Dantalion though, who quickly took it upon himself to scan both Rhytid as well as Gogmagog. And, as Rhytid suspected, he was MUCH weaker than their burly, four-armed buddy. This, by extension, made him believe that he was nothing but garbage compared to Dantalion, seeing as he was Gog's superior and all. Usually Rhytid would've been nervous, if not a little scared at the huge power gap, but luckily the two weren't out to kill him anymore.
Glancing back toward the crying Namekian, Rhytid felt sympathy for the lad. Being a soldier in an army must have been tough, Rhytid could only imagine the horrors he had seen on the front lines. But then, Dantalion revealed the real reason for his tears. ''...Syphilis? Really?'' The Warrior repeated, lifting a brow up curiously. He wasn't even trying to sound mean- it was just...Unexpected. And weird.
Could turtles even get syphilis?
Shrugging the thoughts off, the trio quickly found themselves in a fairly big hallway-room-thing, easily big enough to contain the three fighters in their spar. Gog cracked his knuckles loudly, and Rhytid sent a nod toward him. While hilariously stupid, Gog didn't seem to be that bad of a person, maybe misguided, at worst. ''Oh, speaking of, how are we gonna do this? Gog and I against you, you two against me, or a free for all?'' Rhytid asked the two curiously, an eager smirk on his face. He rolled his shoulders and neck around, fairly loud cracks coming off of them. The extra weight his clothes had really did a number on his joints, but he couldn't afford to take them off during their spar, he could really use the extra strain.
''Personally I don't care that much, so the choice is yours. I'm just eager to see how the Mazoku have been training their forces!''
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 1, 2017 10:37:49 GMT
His suspicions were confirmed from Gogmagog, maybe not in as many words as he expected, was more along the lines of Ug from Fight Club. But, his answer was reached his conclusion made. A nomadic one, in a sense the Warrior Clan of the Demon Realm, those who traverse for power and strength, those who don't find comfort in riches and towering scrapers. A fair point, the Demon Realm was dangerous everywhere, but Nomads dealt with straightforward threats, such as Giant Centipedes and Flying Rock Formations. The latter was exceedingly challenging.
He took a single step, Rhytid brought up the question fo teams, something he was almost certain was going to be obvious to all spectating. "Do... Do you really need to ask?" He inquired as he looked over the two of them, shrugging as he pressed a hand against his face. He almost felt insulted, though he really shouldn't have his Power Level was Poultry compared to what he saw in the ranks of the SSE and other groups of Power Hungry Douchebags. "Look, just give me a minute so I can try and level the playing field for you all." He continued as he crossed his legs, a heavy breath of air taken as the curtains were pulled and hovered as a whirlwind gusted forth around him before finally, a single small thing formed at the top of his back, a sickening crunch and growl as his back slowly peeled away into a swirling vortex of purple and streaks of green formed and struck out from atop him.
The single mutilated figure of an arm slowly peeled and clawed its way out of his back, like some sort of sick moulding ritual as the arm felt its way around for something to grab onto, all odd angles it bent at before finally catching its grip on one of his arms, slowly it tore itself from the hole of the void that had coalesced in his back as a second arm repeated the pattern, a struggle before finally gripping his other arm and slowly ascending from the portal. At first, two horns crowded out, garnet eyes emblazoned with a fury as his doppelganger made its way out, limbs and body parts coated in a thick green mucus as he crawled on all fours, shaking like a wet dog off the Membrane and spreading it all along the walls in a thick gooey paste before ascending to his full height.
The duo turned to each other, nodding as they stood a few meters away, arms extended in closed fists pressed against an open palm before nodding and playing a very quick game of Rock, Paper and Scissors. After a few rounds of repeated signs, an equal match of equal brains before a slip-up, the clone throwing paper and the Original throwing Scissors. "Huh. Foiled again." The clone muttered before turning to the Namekian and Demon, looking them up and down before assuming a stance, legs bent at the knees, an arm extended in an open palm while his other assumed a fist. Dantalion Alpha floated to the ceiling, flipping upside down so his feet were firmly placed on the roof as he looked between the group. "Begin I suppose." He shrugged as the Clone stayed ready in his stance, letting the other two strike out first.
Rhytid | gogmagog
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Dantalion Alpha: 5495
Dantalion Beta: 5495
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Post by gogmagog on Jun 2, 2017 12:33:40 GMT
|A Search For Catacombs, A Dead Body Instead|
Gogmagog's PL: 2,125
Active Techniques: Four Witches Technique.
The Demon watched closely as Dantalion twisted and contorted as another body pulled itself from him, a creature that resembled him in everyway, except for being cover in the green, slimy, mucas. The creature shook and the slime flew across the room, making a sloopy 'WHACK' as it splattered across Gogmagog. With a single didgit he ran his finger across some slime that coat his shoulder and then licked his finger clean. "Aguh. That ain't for eatin' in' it?" Gog threw the rest of the slime onto the floor and shook his hand vigouresly as some clung to him. Gogmagog's stance seem to change now, his slumped over shoulders were brought back and his back stiffened. Whether he was doing it on purpose or it was some primal instinct, Gog threw his chest forward. Slowly his breathing began steady, large inhales through his button nose followed by a deep puff out his mouth. Adreneline flew through his veins and his Ki was ready to assist his movements. Again he eyed the creature, this time all humour was gone, this was finally time to fight, his first fight outside the demon realm. But first another fight had to take place, the classic sissors, paper, rock. The decider of who would duel. The Beta had lost and would now face the 'wrath' of Gogmagog and Rhytid. It was time. Gogmagog began to circle his foe. The demon's toes scraping along the floor, his toe nails scratching and making a sound akin to nails down a chalk board. Perhaps it was a method to throw off his foe or taunt him into attack. Gog's four hands began to twitch with anticipation. The demon offered a small nod to his ally in the fight, Rhytid. "Begin I suppose."
Before the sentence was even finished Gogmagog began to charge towards the Beta. "ARRRRRRRGGGH!" His voice erupted from his throat as he threw a shoulder down towards his foe. If the attack were to succed, Gog would follow up with a small barrage of punches before jumping back - If it failed, the Demon would continue charging shoulder first into the wall, most likely dazing himself upon impact.
Dantalion Rhytid.
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Post by Rhytid on Jun 5, 2017 16:25:52 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 |
With widened eyes the Warrior clansman looked on, a chill sent through his spine whenever another sickening crunch came off of the Demon. The Namekian had no idea what he was doing, only that it was ridiculously disgusting. Soon, though, it became a bit clearer as to what Dantalion was actually doing. It took a bit, yet suddenly there were two Dantalions standing infront of Gogmagog and Rhytid!
The 2nd Dantalion shook off the slime coating it like a dog, some of it landing straight on Rhytid's arms and clothes. His lips pulled downward in a sickened pout, desperately trying to shake off the paste with a disgusted grumble. ''O-Oh Porunga...Ohhhh this is gross...'' He muttered to himself, wiping his hands on his weighted clothing.
He'd need to wash his clothes when he got home...
Rhytid sighed out as he laid his eyes on the 2nd Dantalion. So this was going to be their opponent, eh? ''Well then...You ready, uh...Gog?'' Rhytid asked his demonic ''ally'' as he gave him a sideways glance, cracking his neck loudly. From Gog's expression and building Ki alone, Rhytid figured the anwser was a blatant ''Fuck yeah''.
''This'll be interesting...''
The Warrior clansman got into a low crouch with raised arms, the fighting stance that was passed down the Warrior Caste for generations. Eyes locked onto Dantalion's doppelganger with a stern, determined glare. Rhytid was aware that he was the weakest among the three, yet strength wasn't everything in a fight. Maybe he could outsmart the Demon...?
Probably not.
As the original Dantalion announced the start of their fight, Rhytid watched on as Gogmagog charged toward their opponent with relentless fury. He should've expected as much from Gog, he didn't seem like the tactical individual, after all. Rhytid smirked to himself, pulling his right hand back as it began to coat itself with a green aura. Rhytid set off into a quick run, aiming to circle around Dantalion and attack him from his blind spot!
Once Rhytid was behind the Demon, he'd launch himself forward with a confident, lively grunt! The Namekian's green aura trailed his fierce charge as he pulled his right knee back. When, and if, he got close enough to Dantalion's clone, he'd attempt to plant his knee straight into the Demon's spine!
Rhytid is charging [N1]Destruction Wave whilst attacking Dantalion in close quarters!
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OOC NOTES: I am SO sorry that this took so long.
Real life got in the way for a few days, and I've honestly been stalling a bit.
Let's get this going again though!
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 5, 2017 17:17:56 GMT
AlphaDantalion Alpha looked on with invested interest as GOgmagog popped up and he felt his brain shrivel three sizes. "N... No Gog... It...." His words drawn and exacerbated not even finding the strength to explain that the residue from something that tore itself from a vortex in a Demon's back was not meant for consumption. Rhytid living a more level-headed approach to it being what it was, which was a gross and disgusting display of Multiform. He rummaged through his coat with dead eyes, pulling out a few sheets of Paper as he began to scrawl and write, letting the Duo go into their own devices with the clone."Okay... Better fill out this casualty report..." He muttered under his breath before looking over at the duo, a foolhardy straightforward assault. He rose a spare finger in an attempt to reason before remembering this was exactly how he and Ais approached their fight with Xylo. It was better to let them get it out of their system, to test what strength they were dealing with. With that thought, he gave a shrug and looked up and down the Namekian, he already had everything written up on Gogmagog, so that was an easy enough Doctor form, but Rhytid was different. All he knew was the guy was Namekian and Warrior Caste. That and he super hated Namorel, a fair point he felt the exact same way about the smarmy dickhead.BetaDantalion lowered that little bit more, maximising an uppercut as Gogmagog came with all the feral rage a Nomad could bring to the fight, taking him a little off guard, Beta hadn't the chance to get used to Gogmagog's intricate method of dealing with people. He pressed his arms across his chest, his body pulled a little off the floor before regaining a grip on the cold concrete, the stone and rock torn up underneath him as Gog quickly pounced back releasing a series of strikes against Dantalion's chest. His skin broke in microscopic canyons, the tiniest of black Tentacles running along his skin forming small circular welts along his skin before feeling a new sensation run along his back.
His head cocked and turned, his chest exposed for an instant as Gogmagog no doubt got his shots in his exposed chest. "Clever Boopins..." He grunted in tired response, his Garnet eyes flaring as his back was bent in the wrong way from the Namekian's knee. With that done, Gogmagog dispatching himself from the fight with a jump, Beta erupted, "Right. Guess I get a shot in now." His words filled with a menacing glee, body twisting around, his skin close to tear as he went to catch Gogmagog and Rhytid by the neck his finger looking around them before ascending to the roof with the speed of a shooting bullet, moving into crack their skulls against the concrete roof.
Rhytid | gogmagog
If I godmod or anything of its ilk, just ignore it and imagine it is in the tense that I am attempting it. Fight Scenes not too good at.
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Post by gogmagog on Jun 7, 2017 9:50:40 GMT
|A Search For Catacombs, A Dead Body Instead| Gogmagog's PL: 2,125 Active Techniques: Four Witches Technique.
After he launched himself towards the Beta, Gog saw his ally sneak off to the side. A good tactic, one that Gog will claim he had planned if anyone were to asked - not that anyone would ask, and if they did he doubted they'd believe he'd came up with such an idea. Which was true because he didn't. In his culture that straight forwards whack 'em before they whack you always seemed to work, and Gogmagog had survived this long using it. Satisfaction filled the Demons body as his his shoulder charge knocked the Beta back, stone and rubble flicking up. Gog stared at the debris a thought crossing is mind. Rocks always made one hit harder. Gog's follow up punches seemed to inflict some more damage on the Beta and it cause enough of a distraction for Rhytid to attack from the rear. The joy all to obvious in Gog's face, nothing felt better than belting someone with your fists. 'Clever Boopins'? Gogmagog had never been called clever. Even before the Demon could begin to figure out what the words meant he was grabbed by the neck, all the joy disappeared from Gog's face now. It was replaced with a stern sense of urgency. Before he knew it, they were flying to the roof. Using a set of his arms, Gog began beating at the Beta's other arm, tugging and hitting the bicep stopping it from grasping Rhyitd. Doing so, he had cursed himself to the fate of the roof. In a quick attempt to reduce the damae on is head, Gog threw his second set of arms up to the roof. 'CRACK!' Bone cracked under the sudden impact of the blow. A compound fracture to his right forearm, the force enough to send the lose arms' bone down and piercing into Gog's shoulder. The second arm collapsed under the force and whacked Gog's face. Pain now took over the Demons body, his hands trembling as a deep red blood ran form the wound on his shoulder. "Argafuuuuuug!" The attempt at a curse turned into a mighty roar of pain. Gog's hulking body flailed about in still in the grasp of the Beta. Perhaps he'd picked the wrong fight this time. It was just meant to be training. The Demon's flailing led to his blood splattering around the room, creating a nice contrast to the icky, green slime that had been splattered across before.
Tags: Dantalion RhytidOOC Notes: Sorry for the time taken to reply, I had to find and start up my old school laptop and it runs about as fast as a bloody fish. |
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Rhytid
Moderator
Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
Great Namek (x5)
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Tag: @rhytid
OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on Jun 8, 2017 7:08:25 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 |
Much to Rhytid's actual surprise, the reckless charge of Gogmagog actually seemed to work! He'd never figure such a brainless tactic would actually pay off, especially against a Demon such as Dantalion. If Rhytid's assumptions were right, Dantalion was quite the intelligent guy, and most likely knew what he was doing in combat. To get clobbered by such mindlesness...
He was holding back, wasn't he?
Nevertheless, their combined attacks went through flawlessly! A satisfied grin formed on Rhytid's face as the Beta Dantalion grunted in pain. The Warrior stepped down on the floor once more, holding his guard high for the inevitable counter-attack. ''...Boopins?'' He muttered confusedly, the strange word actually distracting him quite a bit!
''The hell's a boopi-GHHRU!-''
Rhytid's eyes widened, a throaty grunt escaping him as he was gripped by the throat! He didn't even see the Demon's hand, it was like a blur that perfectly shot through his defenses! The weight of Dantalion's grip burrowing into his throat hurt like hell, and the Namekian had trouble breathing- all he could do was send pathetic punches into Dantalion's forearm, in a weak attempt to free himself!
What surprised him though, is that Gogmagog was ALSO trying to free Rhytid, instead of himself! The Namekian managed to wriggle free, but not before shooting Gogmagog a surprised glance. Rhytid fell on the floor, grasping desperately for air- even coughing up a light amount of blood. ''Did...Did he just...?'' He muttered, unable to believe someone like Gogmagog actually saved him. Maybe he really was wrong about the two...
A chill was quickly sent down the Namekian's spine as he saw Gogmagog desperately fight against Dantalion's immense strength. The crunching of bone, along with his pained screams, and the blood...! Was that going to happen to Rhytid as well, if he didn't save him?!
Without a shred of doubt, Rhytid stood up once more, a determined glare in his eyes. He felt guilty for Gog's injuries now- and this also made him realize just how serious the Mazoku Dominion was in their training...These guys didn't fuck around. Maybe this is why the Mazoku have grown so powerful, recently? They held no mercy...Not even for their own! Rhytid's green aura flared around him weakly before he shot himself up in the air, headed straight toward the two Demons! Rhytid would fly past Gogmagog, and confront Dantalion at point blank range, thrusting his palm forward which crackled in green electricity.
A large blast of green aura spewed from Rhytid's palm with a mystical, explosive hiss, aimed to injure the Demon in full!
''DESTRUCTION WAVE!!''
[N1]Destruction Wave fired at 66% charge! 165 PL of damage headed toward Dantalion Beta at point-blank range!
Intent: Free Gogmagog!
TAGS: Dantalion gogmagog
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 9, 2017 1:28:05 GMT
BetaThe barbaric brute struggled and swiped, his arms punching and snatching at his Biceps as he raised a brow, he could feel them sure, his arm blistering purple and black marks as he let go of the other Namekian. What was really going to be the harm in the long run? He raised up like a bullet, cracked the Demon against the roof, though he was cunning. This creature knew how to fight, his arms pressed against the roof marginalising the damage as a hand would a bullet. "Maybe a little too much force..." He responded as he watched bone stem through arms, Dantalion's garnet eyes expanding in worry. At least he had those two spare arms. At least, he hoped he could still use them. He couldn't recall a Rejuvenation Chamber anywhere on Namek, which may make things far more difficult than he was planning.Then rose from beneath, Rhytid, the Namekian seemed swollen with Determination before being met with a cocked brow. "We-" His words cut off as he pressed his hand a few inches from his face, his voice booming as he let loose an epic light show, Dantalion's head reeled back from the force, but not from the pain, there was very little in that department. His grip loosened, letting Gogmagog fall to the ground if he was unable to hold himself in the air, his body flying backwards and leaving a crater in the wall the thorns of his back digging in to hold himself in place as rubble and dirt rolled down his face. His skeletal features were tanned the slightest bit black, both from the rubble and force of the shit before pulling himself out of the wall, a single arm pulled out loosening the grip of stone around his other as he wiggled free from his enclosure."Right. Fairs fair. That was a good shot." He replied in kind, as he finally tore himself from his enclosure, his form hovering in the air with a cloud of smoke formed beneath. "Now then. My turn." He continued, his knees bent as the cloud expanded ever so slightly before pressing his charge in for a shoulder block at Gogmagog, and if that succeeded, follow up with an uppercut on the poor brute. IF Rhytid blocked, however, same damn deal.AlphaDantalion looked over his notes, his Garnet eyes flickering as Gogmagog's arms braced against the wall, cracking down and bending into the arms underneath. He pulled back his paper on Gogmagog, "Well shit. Gonna have to schedule a meeting in the... Rej... Do we even have one of those on Namek?" He paused, he never remembered anyone commissioning one, so had to assume otherwise. "Okay gonna have to fill the forms for a Rejuvenation Chamber on Namek than. Wonderful." He groaned, his words exacerbated before continuing to fill out Gogmagog's injury sheet.
Rhytid | gogmagogCurrent PL: Dantalion Alpha: 5495 Dantalion Beta: 5330
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Post by gogmagog on Jun 11, 2017 0:51:54 GMT
|A Search For Catacombs, A Dead Body Instead| Gogmagog's PL: 2,125 Active Techniques: Four Witches Technique.
Gogmagog's body crashed to the floor, his feet hitting the ground and shaky legs barely holding the bloodied Demon up. One, severly broken arm, his shoulder pierced, another possibly damaged arm and to top it all off he'd whacked himself in the face. Blood continued to spew from the Demons shoulder, thinking quick he remove the bone from his shoulder, flesh and muscle still holding the arm in place, letting it flop around, and quickly shoved some of the cloth from his clothes into the wound. Already the clothe was stained with blood, but now it wasn't spewing out from the wound. Before he knew it, Rhytid had in turn saved his arse from the hands of Dandelion. Gogmagog nodded to him, his way of saying thanks. That was until the Beta had come to form his blow. More rubble and dust filled the room, it'd be a shame if anyone needed to borrow the room after, now that it was covered in slime, blood and the floors and walls were damaged from the fight. But more damage was to come. It seemed that the Beta enjoyed to talk all the while in combat, Got only deemed it necessary when handing out orders or belittling opponents, but Dantalion seemed to just be out with any phrase that came to mind. Just as Gog seemed to get ready to launch his attack, Beta was coming at him. A shoulder flew into Gog, his stance still weaken from the previous attack. Gog managed to turn his uninjured shoulder to face Dantalion, not that this done much good, it still sent the blue Demon staggering back, his toe nails scrapping along, the sound of nails down a chalk board filled the room as Gog was forced back by the force. Now an uppercut followed, the fist caught Dog on the chin and threw him into the air. Using his levitation ability Gogmagog took control of the hit and was now raised in the air slightly above Dantalion. From his position, a small fist began to build up behind Gogmagog. Ki swarming from his body and into the blue-green hand. Wether to generate more Ki, or to simply remove the pain, Gog's set of broken arms dwindled away and the Ki ran into the fist. Now he'd wait, letting the Ki build up around the fist. Gog was at his most vulnerable now, waiting for the move the charge.
Charging Infused Melee Attack
Tags: Dantalion @rhyitd OOC Notes: First time using the Demonic Custom, I'm fairly sure it needs to be charged, slap me on the wrist if I'm wrong lads! |
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Rhytid
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PL: 92,171
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Post by Rhytid on Jun 14, 2017 11:31:07 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 |
The energy erupting from his palm quickly dissipated and died down, leaving Rhytid's palm sizzling and smoking with the heat of his attack. Dantalion was flung back, and Rhytid luckily succeeded in freeing his ally, for the lack of a better term. Breathing a tad louder, Rhytid touched down on the ground once more, sweat already running from his forehead. The Namekian heard Gog's discontent, pained growls from behind him, and quickly looked back to see the Demon an injured mess- blood spewing from his shoulders, and many of his arms broken.
''Damn- you Mazoku don't fuck around, do you?!'' Rhytid let out, head snapping back towards Dantalion. He had to be careful now- if Gogmagog could get THIS injured, then that meant he probably wouldn't be going easy on Rhytid as well. And, well, he really didn't want to end up with blood gushing from his shoulders as well.
He then watched as Gogmagog was once again rushed down by the Demon, a fierce shoulder blow into a wicked uppercut. Well, Rhytid certainly got an anwser to his question, although it wasn't a verbal one! The Warrior growled through his teeth, feeling quite helpless in the entire situation, yet he still had to try and do SOMETHING...
The Warrior's eyes quickly moved to Gogmagog, who now hovered in the air. Most of his extra arms disappeared, and he seemed to be up to something...The energy forming inside of his fist expanded and amplified constantly. Even though Rhytid couldn't feel the power of it, it was safe to assume that this one was going to be MUCH more powerful than what Rhytid could do...
All he had to do was distract Dantalion so Gog could continue charging!
Rhytid jumped into the air and revved his arms back, letting out a fierce grunt as he thrusted them forward, his racial elasticity expanding his arms into whip-like weapons! ''No one taught you that you have to keep eyes on ALL of your enemies!?'' The Warrior spat out loudly as his arms sweeped through the air. Rhytid's fists would continue to lash out against Dantalion at whatever angle possible until he reacted, each vicious crash creating a loud 'CRACK!' that resounded throughout the air.
TAGS: Dantalion gogmagog
OOC NOTES: Sorry this took a while o,o
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