Post by Abzerute on May 25, 2017 12:34:53 GMT
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The bronze Arcosian awoke, feeling battered and bruised as he lay in the crater that had formed around him from that last attack. Abzerute growled as he righted himself up, noting that the extra arms he had formed during that exercise in futility against Beelzebubs minion, Biff, had disappeared. He had also reverted to his Suppressed Form, which the Fallen Emperor did not mind too much... it meant that he was far less of a target for any of this realms other denizens who may have the same level of power as that damnable behemoth...
The fact that such a creature existed here and had not tried to leave this realm suggested that either he enjoyed existing here in Hell, or he had no means of returning to the Living Realm. Or both could be the case. But that was not his concern for the time being, no instead he had to concern himself with retrieving this damned stupid little Saiyan action figure for the petulant purple princeling imp.
The Fallen Emperor rolled his head back as he tested each of his limbs, making sure they were still functioning properly. Whatever magic the Namekian Prophet had worked into his new flesh, it seemed that trace elements of the Namekians own regenerative physiology permeated his essence. Not enough to regrow whole limbs or such other feats as the slug like race could perform themselves, but enough to serve as an accelerated healing factor.
He could already feel his bones knitting back together from where Biff had broken them, his muscles and tendons strengthening from the process. It was painful as all hell. He stood there, taking stock of his bearings and recalling what exactly Beelzebub had told him before he'd fallen into unconsciousness.
The Bio-Android who'd taken this limitied edition Saiyan action figure with a funny pointy haircut, although given how most Saiyans hairs looked that wasn't exactly much of a description to work from, had holed themselves up just past somewhere called the Cave Of Regrets. "I know this is Hell, but could they at least not try to be so cliched with the names?" he muttered to himself before he took off into the air and began to scan the horizon.
The first trick was going to be finding this Cave Of Regrets... in a realm that was filled with caves, and inundated with regrets. He couldn't just go around asking for directions either, since he doubted very much that anyone in this forsaken realm would give him accurate ones. It's like the old tale of a traveler and the fork in the road, and something about a two headed creature or something like that where one tells only lies and the other only truth. Except this was a realm where it would be one hundred liars and only one who speaks the truth.
Abzerute sighed before he began to fly off in the direction he last recalled Beelzebub looking towards, using that as a basis, as good as any really, for the direction he was supposed to be going in to find this Cave. As he soared through the desolate twisted realm that was this literal hellscape, the Fallen Emperor mused over how the situation against Biff had went down, where he had gone wrong and what he could have done better.
The first issue was that he had been at full power the entire fight, whilst the behemoth had been under a pair of suppressors, which already gave the advantage to the colossus. His power had reached four times that of Abzerute's maximum, which meant that Abzerute would have needed to charge the Death Ball technique for some time before it could have achieved his desired goal of doing any real damage against that beast.
Although that was perhaps the point of that damnable exercise. The bloody imp that called itself royalty seemed to consider that Abzerute had to prove himself to the diminuitive pest, even after the bastard had been the one to bring him here into Hell in the first place! It was wildly inconsistent, except for a brat like Beelzebub it was probably very consistent. It was part of the reason why he detested inherited titled positions.
They grew complacent, self-absorbed, decadent, especially when they could have minions to do the work for them such as Biff, and currently the bronze Arcosian himself. He wondered if Wyntre had ever had to go through this damned little game of the imps... although he doubted that very much given that the imp had called her endearing. "Bloody royals..." he growled before glancing down at the terrain as something caught his eye.
There was a glint of gold down amidst the murk of all the shadows, and since this action figure thing of Beelzebubs was meant to be a one of a kind... well, it was as good a lead as he could get right now. So he began to make his descent, raising an eyeridge at the sight that lay before him. It was some sort of demonic looking figure, or at the least your stereotypical demonic figure archetype, albeit with some... modifications. It looked like they had tried to paint themselves to resemble a Super Saiyan, given the golden colouration splotched all over their body, and their hair... well, it fit the description that the purple imp princeling had given the bronze Arcosian for his stolen action figure, albeit rather badly.
"...You have got to be kidding me." he grumbled, rubbing the ridges above his eyes with his finger and thumb before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well... let's get this over with." the bronze Arcosian said as he made his descent, slamming down into the ground in front of the demon-looking Bio-Android. He regarded him with folded arms. "I've been led to believe you have something that doesn't belong-" Abzerute began to say before raising an eyebrow as the demon started making some kind of screeching noise.
"I didn't think 'Cosians would be fans of this guy as well! That is so totes awesome dudebrah!" The bronze Arcosian blinked as he tried to mentally translate whatever the hell the demon-looking Bio-Android had just said to him, all the while the entity in question was circling him and inspecting his physical form. Beelzebub had said this guy was uppity and snobby... if this was what the Prince considered uppity and snobby, he was clearly dealing with the wrong crowd.
"Dudebrah, you have sooo gots to tell me how you got that wicked paintjob! You look sick! And your horn style's a nice touch! Massive respect dudebrah!" the person declared giving the very confused Fallen Emperor two thumbs up. It took him a moment but he thought he finally understood what was going on here, and it pissed him off. "I am no fan of some stupid Saiyan with a receding hairline you insipid little-" snarled Abzerute before the thief burst out laughing.
"Oh! Now I get it! You're part of that Golden lizards fan possé eh? Well, I guess I can get into a bit of roleplay 'ere!" the demon-looking Bio-Android said as he began to charge energy into the palm of his hands. "Go! Garlic Gun Attack!" he yelled, firing a purple beam of energy towards Abzerute. The bronze Arcosian growled before he thrust his hand forward and fired off a blast of dark energy towards the oncoming attack, causing an explosion in the middle of the pair. As the smoke filled the area, Abzerute lunged forwards, bursting forth from the other side and slamming a fist into the idiots splotchy golden face.
"H-Hey! What in Hell are you doing you idiot! I thought we were recreating that fight from back on Namek! Your guy never used that attack or did that move! Y-You... you faker fan!" the entity said, looking genuinely upset about the whole thing as well as a little angry. "That was your mistake. Now, return what you stole from Prince Beelzebub, or I will take it from your disintegrating corpse." Abzerute offered, gathering power at the tip of his finger as he prepared to make good on the disintegrating corpse part of his ultimatum.
"NO! I didn't steal it, I liberated it from that faker fan of an imp!" the demon-looking Bio-Android cried out, shaking his head violently. "That idiot doesn't understand its true value like I do! He... he was going to... going to... HE WAS GOING TO TAKE IT OUT FROM ITS ORIGINAL PACKAGING AND PLAY WITH IT!" he shouted, sounding like the very notion of what Beelzebub had planned to do was an absolute travesty. "Like it was some kind of children's toy! Can you believe that eh?!" he asked, Abzerute just looking at him blankly. He lowered his hand as he considered the situation before setting on an idea that could probably work, given this demons mentality. "Absolutely unforgivable. The value of it is clearly greater when its in its original packaging, unopened." he said, the poor sap scrabbling to his knees and nodding vividly at the Arcosian's words. "So you do get it! Guess you were doing Earth instead of Namek... my bad dudebrah."
Abzerute nodded. "That I do, and was... but Beelzebub's got his whole posse out looking for you because of your liberation. But, what if I took it off your hands eh? He wouldn't suspect a Golden lizard fan to have a Saiyan collectible. In return, I'll trade you..." he said, considering what he could use to get this idiot to give him what he wanted in one piece, before settling on a notion that should work as clean up crew as well. "I'll give you your own copy of the one and only infamous Death Ball technique." he offered, taking a stab in the dark. The demon-looking figure's eyes lit up. "Seriously?! My own Death Ball?! Just like him?!" he asked, Abzerute nodding, no idea who the twit was referring to, but deciding to play along all the same. "First though, I gotta make sure the items in one piece and all that. You understand right?" he asked, the Bio-Android nodding fervently and rushing off to inside a rather well hidden cave.
He soon returned carrying a small briefcase, opening it up to show off the Saiyan action figure to the Fallen Emperor. It matched the description that Beelzebub had given him. "That's the one alright. Deal's a deal." said Abzerute as he generated the Death Ball technique at the tip of his finger, collecting the briefcase with his other hand. "The guys are gonna be jelly as cluck when they set their peeps on this!" the fool squealed as he put his hands around the Death Ball energy. Abzerute smirked as he began to fly away, snapping his fingers and causing the Death Ball to quickly enlarge itself and engulf the hapless moron in the resulting destruction.
"That should satisfy Beelzebub... now to find the little imp and give him his precious toy." he mused as he flew through the Hellish airscape, shaking his head at the events. "The lengths some people will go to, over a stupid lump of painted plastic. I will never understand it." the Fallen Emperor muttered.
Finally done~ Will take PL for this thread
The bronze Arcosian awoke, feeling battered and bruised as he lay in the crater that had formed around him from that last attack. Abzerute growled as he righted himself up, noting that the extra arms he had formed during that exercise in futility against Beelzebubs minion, Biff, had disappeared. He had also reverted to his Suppressed Form, which the Fallen Emperor did not mind too much... it meant that he was far less of a target for any of this realms other denizens who may have the same level of power as that damnable behemoth...
The fact that such a creature existed here and had not tried to leave this realm suggested that either he enjoyed existing here in Hell, or he had no means of returning to the Living Realm. Or both could be the case. But that was not his concern for the time being, no instead he had to concern himself with retrieving this damned stupid little Saiyan action figure for the petulant purple princeling imp.
The Fallen Emperor rolled his head back as he tested each of his limbs, making sure they were still functioning properly. Whatever magic the Namekian Prophet had worked into his new flesh, it seemed that trace elements of the Namekians own regenerative physiology permeated his essence. Not enough to regrow whole limbs or such other feats as the slug like race could perform themselves, but enough to serve as an accelerated healing factor.
He could already feel his bones knitting back together from where Biff had broken them, his muscles and tendons strengthening from the process. It was painful as all hell. He stood there, taking stock of his bearings and recalling what exactly Beelzebub had told him before he'd fallen into unconsciousness.
The Bio-Android who'd taken this limitied edition Saiyan action figure with a funny pointy haircut, although given how most Saiyans hairs looked that wasn't exactly much of a description to work from, had holed themselves up just past somewhere called the Cave Of Regrets. "I know this is Hell, but could they at least not try to be so cliched with the names?" he muttered to himself before he took off into the air and began to scan the horizon.
The first trick was going to be finding this Cave Of Regrets... in a realm that was filled with caves, and inundated with regrets. He couldn't just go around asking for directions either, since he doubted very much that anyone in this forsaken realm would give him accurate ones. It's like the old tale of a traveler and the fork in the road, and something about a two headed creature or something like that where one tells only lies and the other only truth. Except this was a realm where it would be one hundred liars and only one who speaks the truth.
Abzerute sighed before he began to fly off in the direction he last recalled Beelzebub looking towards, using that as a basis, as good as any really, for the direction he was supposed to be going in to find this Cave. As he soared through the desolate twisted realm that was this literal hellscape, the Fallen Emperor mused over how the situation against Biff had went down, where he had gone wrong and what he could have done better.
The first issue was that he had been at full power the entire fight, whilst the behemoth had been under a pair of suppressors, which already gave the advantage to the colossus. His power had reached four times that of Abzerute's maximum, which meant that Abzerute would have needed to charge the Death Ball technique for some time before it could have achieved his desired goal of doing any real damage against that beast.
Although that was perhaps the point of that damnable exercise. The bloody imp that called itself royalty seemed to consider that Abzerute had to prove himself to the diminuitive pest, even after the bastard had been the one to bring him here into Hell in the first place! It was wildly inconsistent, except for a brat like Beelzebub it was probably very consistent. It was part of the reason why he detested inherited titled positions.
They grew complacent, self-absorbed, decadent, especially when they could have minions to do the work for them such as Biff, and currently the bronze Arcosian himself. He wondered if Wyntre had ever had to go through this damned little game of the imps... although he doubted that very much given that the imp had called her endearing. "Bloody royals..." he growled before glancing down at the terrain as something caught his eye.
There was a glint of gold down amidst the murk of all the shadows, and since this action figure thing of Beelzebubs was meant to be a one of a kind... well, it was as good a lead as he could get right now. So he began to make his descent, raising an eyeridge at the sight that lay before him. It was some sort of demonic looking figure, or at the least your stereotypical demonic figure archetype, albeit with some... modifications. It looked like they had tried to paint themselves to resemble a Super Saiyan, given the golden colouration splotched all over their body, and their hair... well, it fit the description that the purple imp princeling had given the bronze Arcosian for his stolen action figure, albeit rather badly.
"...You have got to be kidding me." he grumbled, rubbing the ridges above his eyes with his finger and thumb before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well... let's get this over with." the bronze Arcosian said as he made his descent, slamming down into the ground in front of the demon-looking Bio-Android. He regarded him with folded arms. "I've been led to believe you have something that doesn't belong-" Abzerute began to say before raising an eyebrow as the demon started making some kind of screeching noise.
"I didn't think 'Cosians would be fans of this guy as well! That is so totes awesome dudebrah!" The bronze Arcosian blinked as he tried to mentally translate whatever the hell the demon-looking Bio-Android had just said to him, all the while the entity in question was circling him and inspecting his physical form. Beelzebub had said this guy was uppity and snobby... if this was what the Prince considered uppity and snobby, he was clearly dealing with the wrong crowd.
"Dudebrah, you have sooo gots to tell me how you got that wicked paintjob! You look sick! And your horn style's a nice touch! Massive respect dudebrah!" the person declared giving the very confused Fallen Emperor two thumbs up. It took him a moment but he thought he finally understood what was going on here, and it pissed him off. "I am no fan of some stupid Saiyan with a receding hairline you insipid little-" snarled Abzerute before the thief burst out laughing.
"Oh! Now I get it! You're part of that Golden lizards fan possé eh? Well, I guess I can get into a bit of roleplay 'ere!" the demon-looking Bio-Android said as he began to charge energy into the palm of his hands. "Go! Garlic Gun Attack!" he yelled, firing a purple beam of energy towards Abzerute. The bronze Arcosian growled before he thrust his hand forward and fired off a blast of dark energy towards the oncoming attack, causing an explosion in the middle of the pair. As the smoke filled the area, Abzerute lunged forwards, bursting forth from the other side and slamming a fist into the idiots splotchy golden face.
"H-Hey! What in Hell are you doing you idiot! I thought we were recreating that fight from back on Namek! Your guy never used that attack or did that move! Y-You... you faker fan!" the entity said, looking genuinely upset about the whole thing as well as a little angry. "That was your mistake. Now, return what you stole from Prince Beelzebub, or I will take it from your disintegrating corpse." Abzerute offered, gathering power at the tip of his finger as he prepared to make good on the disintegrating corpse part of his ultimatum.
"NO! I didn't steal it, I liberated it from that faker fan of an imp!" the demon-looking Bio-Android cried out, shaking his head violently. "That idiot doesn't understand its true value like I do! He... he was going to... going to... HE WAS GOING TO TAKE IT OUT FROM ITS ORIGINAL PACKAGING AND PLAY WITH IT!" he shouted, sounding like the very notion of what Beelzebub had planned to do was an absolute travesty. "Like it was some kind of children's toy! Can you believe that eh?!" he asked, Abzerute just looking at him blankly. He lowered his hand as he considered the situation before setting on an idea that could probably work, given this demons mentality. "Absolutely unforgivable. The value of it is clearly greater when its in its original packaging, unopened." he said, the poor sap scrabbling to his knees and nodding vividly at the Arcosian's words. "So you do get it! Guess you were doing Earth instead of Namek... my bad dudebrah."
Abzerute nodded. "That I do, and was... but Beelzebub's got his whole posse out looking for you because of your liberation. But, what if I took it off your hands eh? He wouldn't suspect a Golden lizard fan to have a Saiyan collectible. In return, I'll trade you..." he said, considering what he could use to get this idiot to give him what he wanted in one piece, before settling on a notion that should work as clean up crew as well. "I'll give you your own copy of the one and only infamous Death Ball technique." he offered, taking a stab in the dark. The demon-looking figure's eyes lit up. "Seriously?! My own Death Ball?! Just like him?!" he asked, Abzerute nodding, no idea who the twit was referring to, but deciding to play along all the same. "First though, I gotta make sure the items in one piece and all that. You understand right?" he asked, the Bio-Android nodding fervently and rushing off to inside a rather well hidden cave.
He soon returned carrying a small briefcase, opening it up to show off the Saiyan action figure to the Fallen Emperor. It matched the description that Beelzebub had given him. "That's the one alright. Deal's a deal." said Abzerute as he generated the Death Ball technique at the tip of his finger, collecting the briefcase with his other hand. "The guys are gonna be jelly as cluck when they set their peeps on this!" the fool squealed as he put his hands around the Death Ball energy. Abzerute smirked as he began to fly away, snapping his fingers and causing the Death Ball to quickly enlarge itself and engulf the hapless moron in the resulting destruction.
"That should satisfy Beelzebub... now to find the little imp and give him his precious toy." he mused as he flew through the Hellish airscape, shaking his head at the events. "The lengths some people will go to, over a stupid lump of painted plastic. I will never understand it." the Fallen Emperor muttered.
Finally done~ Will take PL for this thread