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Post by Basil on Jun 8, 2017 15:52:10 GMT
[Heavy Weights ON] It was nice seeing ol' Big Beans again. He'd made some new buddies though, and none of them looked cool enough for Basil to suffer their presence. The baddest of the bad only belonged with the baddest of the bad, and that wasn't really the vibe he was catching from the new crowd of mooks. Mooks sometimes had a way of proving themselves in time, though; a tiny smidgen of his mind was occupied with wondering what the group as a whole were capable of, what with being led by Big Beans and all. The guy was no slouch himself. Basil's first major loss on Vegeta after rekindling his fighting strength in the Wastes was to that monkey dweeb and Big Beans himself, even if the sluggy had only decided to jump in at the last moment after he'd pounded the tar out of his monkey cohort. He gently rubbed the scar tissue on his small tummy that was left from his defeat, rolling his head to the left and right. He could feel the hood of his weighted cloak rustle against the back of his neck; when did his bed get so hard and uncomfortable? He grumbled with a lip-smacking ''Nyum, nyum...'' As shadows danced past his eyelids. Creaking an eye open, he would look around and see a few figures slunk back into the shadows of...well, wherever he was right now. This definitely wasn't where he'd fallen asleep at. Attempting to sit up and move his arms, he found it quite difficult to do so. A tension-filled creaking sound leaked from whatever piece of furniture he was laying on, and he was able to look down just enough to see rope binding his arms and legs to a stone table. ''Hey, whassa' big idea now? Did I miss summin' fun?'' Looking around for any smokin' hot space babes, he was disappointed to find none. Instead, some ugly slug-men stepped out of the shadows and surrounded the table. ''Who are you, creature? Your spirit reeks of sin.'' ''Who is I? Who's you, jerk? I was nappin' in a field and I wake up 'ta dis!? Now ya best lemme go 'fore I break yer nose!'' ''Answer the question.'' ''Th' name's Basil, not dat it's any a' yer beeswax. I'll have ya know i'm a Makyan, a big mighty demon warr'yer! An' if you don't let me outta dis fu-'' ''Makyan? Demon? Elder, i've heard of his kind before. They are not to be trusted. I've heard stories, but this is the first time i've heard of one sighted in decades. He's a rare one.'' ''Rare? As if it matters. I won't tolerate his kind anywhere on this peaceful home of ours. We'll exorcise him immediately. All of you, make the necessary preparations.'' ''Exercise? I'm in better shape den you, stupid! I don't need no stinkin' exercise. Ay, do me a solid and hand me dat bottle on my hip. I'm thirsty.'' ''You'll get nothing and like it.
''Oooooh~ why I oughtaaaa....''Wiggling his toes in annoyance, he'd glance at the group of on-comers; tied to a slate and defenseless, they approached with elegant weaponry ready to rid him of his time on Planet Slug. Not today, nuh uh! Basil's bound hand began to spark with teal energy before snaking down into his middle fingertip. ''Ya ought not 'ta made me angry. Ya wouldn't like me s'much when I's angry.'' Upon finishing his threat, the bolt of ki, now taking form as his Genocide Light-show, would loose and pierce straight through one Namekian and slam into the cave wall to erupt in a series of explosions. The earthen structure rumbled and crumbled, and with a kiai that blasted the slate to pieces, Basil was free.
Namekians poured out of the cave in a panic, while Basil himself made his exit clung to the back of their leader with one of the ropes used for his restraint snapped taut around the slug-boy's neck. The Namekian bellowed and hollered in a panic, flailing at the air. Basil's small body was whipped through the air left and right, yet he still held on, clinging like he was riding a wild bull. ''Say Uncle, ya green mean sum'bitch!''
Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 9, 2017 0:38:20 GMT
A wave of dirt and stench filtered out from a building not far away. Dantalion's features had been shifted and moulded a time ago, the whites of his newly manifested eyes already strained red, his green eyes silhouetted beneath the folds of closing flaps one apparently called 'eyelids'. "Stupid fucking... Why did I think actual eyes would be worthwhile? These things keep getting dirt and crap in it." He grumbled, his baritone voice had as well changed. His booming voice now replaced with dulcet tones opposing his now menacing features.
The dirt and rock that sputtered and fell from high above washed over him, his clothing flicking in the wind as he cringed once more, wincing in pain from the assault of dirt against his eyes. "And there it is again! That stupid bloody pain!" his words tried to fill with vicious anger, auditing proving difficult as he seemed calm to the touch with his every word. As the dust settled brown forms ran through, a wild hunched heard clawing and snatching at the dirt beneath running past him as his dull eyes watched and stared, pivoting himself ever so slightly as he waited for the newly encountered brown men to strike. Only to be left in the dust, quiet scream from off in the distance. One he had heard seldom before, and that involved Mammon.
One, however, of the ranks formed out, his tanned skin unable to hide the ferocity behind his eyes, clenched between his fingers a single marred brown statute, a Porunga. "Oh go-" How words shattered and cut off by fury and rage, an age-old rival. Or more so, an age-old nuisance that all Demon's dealt with on this apparent holy land.
"There! Another Foul Demon here to besmirch Namek Soil with its tainted ways. The Namekian growled with its fierce scowl, the Porungian Statute brought up and pointed, Ki Channelling through it, its tiny eyes emblazoned with holy fire and the Namekian's spiritualism as in response all the Demon did was snap its fingers in a melodious tune in response. The other Namekian's stopped their advancement, looking with scowls and fury as the coven began to take shape. "We shall tolerate your presence no more foul beast, prepare to be Exorcised, for in the Name of Porunga, and in the name of Namek." Holy fire, or more appropriately, a basic Ki blast flared out, his dark clothing flickering from the blast as the Ki took shape, Porunga's fist flying out before making an impact against the single solitary figure.
"Raaarrrggghhhhh..." A scream echoed fourth, the land scorched and burnt a cinder, his body still standing stalwart as the force crumpled most everything else around him by the choir and uproar of joyous tones. Another demon of the face of Namek it would seem, the holy fire of Porunga extinguishing another cinder. Or so it may seem. As the light show dissipated, clothing unturned and unmarked still remained, and underneath those clothing, a rather macabre image stood. A single finger hovered in mid-air as he let the fear set in. Before finally continuing his melodious tap. "Righto. Lovely light show." He chuckled in response, a glare of misery and hatred filled their eyes. Another Demon, another Day. But more importantly another failure to add to their list. He cocked a thumb, behind him, letting their numbers retreat before another wave blew fourth. "Oh... Goddamnit." He sighed, here he goes again.
He braced an arm over his eyes, specks and flecks of dirt sticking to the sclera and pupils as he tried in vein to keep it covered. He pressed forward his clothing upturned and fluttering in the wind, every pebble an assault against his body as he pressed on, forgetting he could fly, let alone even figuring out how he could in this form. He pressed the charge, the voice growing louder and louder until he saw a bewildering sight, his eyes shifting back and forth as he watched them wrestle and tussle.
Current PL - 90,144 - HW Equipped - 22536 Basil
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Post by Basil on Jun 11, 2017 1:27:29 GMT
(Whoopsie, forgot to add it in my last post! Weighted PL: 15,474) As the short little Makyan rustled and tussled with the Namekian head honcho of this weird little cult, he'd finally find success getting that rope nice and tight around his neck. The slug gasped for air as he dropped to his knees, swatting at the air helplessly as Basil dug his booted feet into his back and wrenched backward to tighten the choke. Finally, the Namekian's eyes rolled back and he plopped forward with a thud. Dead? Maybe. Who cares. Better him than Basil. The little demon wasted no time rifling through his pockets, plucking out an Earth-looking wallet. Casually tossing an expired license away, he'd flick through the pockets with his thumb until he found a few bank notes. Shifting his eyes with a slight paranoia, he'd casually slip them into his shirt. Whistling casually, he'd turn around and begin fleeing the scene. His weighted cloak would probably make for a handy disguise, even. Nice! He'd go to waddle off in his a few sizes too big of pajamas looking weighted gear, fiddling with his Scouter in a distracted fashion as he tip-toed along. He just about bumped into the other demon that had arrived; would have, actually, but stopped a few feet short of doing so by the beep from his Scouter alerting him another signature was nearby. Rolling his head up slowly, he'd take in the other Demon's features. Didn't look all that familiar, really. That was good, at least. After his narrow escapes from trouble in the Demon Realm, the last thing he needed was to bump into one of those ugly brutes now. He'd pluck his flask off of his belt and flip the snap-on cork back with his thumb, downing some of his favorite, fruity, citrus-y grog. So who was this dweeb? Apparently Demon-kind wasn't all that liked around here, so he must have had a good reason to come here by choice. Then again, maybe it wasn't by choice at all. Maybe these nut-jobs had gotten hold of him too, and he'd just found his way to freedom recently. Seeing the guy dwarf him in height kind of reminded him of Big Beans, though. Naturally, he had to ask. ''Ay. Ay youse guy. You seen a big ugly sluggo like that one back there? Kinda has a head fin jobber. Real ugly mug. Lotsa attitude. Real ball'a sunshine. Silo? Zillo? Ah, screw it. Somethin' like that. Points bein', I kinda feel like I had some'in important 'ta do, and now's I can't seem 'ta remember how I got here. Pretty sure he had himself a big ol' castle somewhere 'round here. I kinda remember 'dat much.''''Name's Basil, by da way.''He'd quickly re-cork his container before putting it back in its resting place at his hip. Somethin' seemed awful familiar about this guy now that he took a second glance, but he could'a swore he'd never seen him before. Maybe the freaky getup reminded him of someone else. Deja vu, maybe? He took note of the Scouter's reading. This guy wasn't too far off of his weighted power. That at least brought a new layer to the mystery; the guy could most likely handle himself against the uppity slugs running around all over the place. So what was he doin' here, then?
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 11, 2017 6:12:08 GMT
Finally, he caught a glimpse of the show, some small beady little green thing attacking a far larger green thing in a game of Chokey. Not exactly a fun game to be wrapped up in, nor is it really an appropriate game in the public, no matter how far away they may have been from the more inhabited places. He then broke out in an accent he had quite the trouble understanding. Was this another Gogmagog running wild? Probably not, he doubted many of them would be able to make the trip from the Demon Realm.
He let loose a chuckle at his first few words. "Heh. I am a guy." His macabre voice sucking the joviality from his every word and in its place, the hammer of time left its mark. "I mean, there are a lot of slugs around here." He raised a single bony finger pointing towards the now checked out Namekian, "There is one. Behind me, there are half a dozen brown ones." He replied, the shades and slowly dissipating visage of the dirt ridden Namekians slowly disappearing through the brush. And the Makyan continued, describing most every Namekian he had ever met, minus the Head Fin Jobber. Was that some sort of Traditional Rank? Maybe the servant boy of the guru? Questions for later.
Then a few words of familiarity rolled down, "Wait, you talking about Xylo?" He inquired, it was all he could think of to fit the position, ugly and an attitude problem. Minus the latter, he seemed to fit the bill. That and he rhymed with Zillo and Silo. Dantalion pressed the heels of his boots into the ground, turning around and pointing to the stars, "If ya looking for Xylo head a couple Million Miles that away." He then turned on his heels, his digit pointing and dragged across with it to another celestial body hidden behind the shimmering light of Namek's Star. "Or maybe a million thataway." He continued before turning back on his heels and looking up and down the Makyan. Though mainly down, even in this short stature of a form, he still would have trouble putting the adjective big or anything like it with this one's name.
Though something peaked the interest most of all.He had business? Most business isn't out here in the Boonies or in the Middle of Woop-Woop. "I see. The name does ring a bell give me but a second." his spindly fingers perused through his coat, the feeling similar to that of surgery, feeling the warm touch of the jacket mixed in with the pulsating pulse of his heart run the blood through his body. From his coat a large pile of paper was drawn, not a few dozen sheets but a large book covered in archaic runes of the Demon Realm, ancient Language long since buried and dead to the eyes of man. With a wave of his hand, the book sprung to life, teeth drawn at the books edges as the paper flipped and folded through before stopping on a single page. An empty picture, a single long question mark and underneath it the name Basil emblazoned in golden font.
"Ah yes Basil. Here it is." He pointed to the empty page, the paperwork was never signed and he was damn sure to make him sign up. "Let me ask you, Basil, are you interested in joining the Mazoku? I do recall you being at the..." He paused, his face drawing a blank as he tried to find apt terminology to describe the coronation of the Hand of Namek or whatever Xylo decided to call the giant thing. "Uh... Doesn't matter. You were there for when the ship arrived. Now, while that isn't, ya know. Reason to join, figured might as well see if you want to apply. We could really use the help." He sighed, the Mazoku was desperate and the sooner he could send off reinforcements for Xylo the better. Mainly because it prolonged him having to join the warfront and getting flicked almost out of existance like prior.
"Oh, my name is Dantalion by the way. Demon of Sin, and Paperboy for the Mazoku." He rplied, Basil gave out his name, Dantalion might as well give the same repsects, sliding from out of his coat a single rather bland looking pen, a single drop of foul ink rolling down the tip before coming free, splashing against the ground with a hiss, twisting the ground from blue to Crimson in a matter of seconds. The grass turned liquid, than to Gas, and finally sentient as it looked around, dancing along the ground before finally making its mistake. I need to learn to control that Demonic Stuff one of these days. Basil
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Post by Basil on Jun 12, 2017 17:12:36 GMT
Of course, as usual, Basil hadn't exactly offered the best description. They were on Namek, and to any outsider these little buggers probably looked just about identical to one another. He even had trouble telling Zillaphone apart from the others sometimes, if it weren't for his oh-so-friendly disposition. When the figure mentioned the name ''Xylo'', it was just apparent in Basil's body language that a light-bulb lit up in his little head. He looked positively giddy. ''Yeh! Yeh! Xylo, 'das da dude alright.'' Maybe he could get a lead on the jerk after all. They still had a score to settle, after all. His belly scar told him so. Apparently he was...a couple million miles away. What in the world? What was with that dweeb and traveling? Did he have a frequent flier card loaded with miles that Basil didn't know about? Maybe after he tossed him a whoopin', he could take it for a spin. Yeah, there was an idea! Back to the point at hand, though; ''A million miles ya say? What gives? Da hell'd he run off to in such a hurry? Must'a been important. I chased 'im down once already for some meetin' at his Castle or some-such, and now off he goes again blastin' off across the galaxy way far away. Man, dat guy bugs me.'' Folding his arms and snorting in a displeased expression, he'd take another flash-quick swig off of his grog in one fluid motion before replacing it for the second time down at his belt. Belching audibly, he'd wipe a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth absent-minded as curiously peered back at the new fella who seemed to be sizing him up. Stating Basil's name was kinda familiar, the strange guy would wave his hand and summon a hungry-lookin' book. Books could eat? Since when? It had teeth and whatnot. What did books even like to eat? He'd have to try and feed one sometime. Apparently the figure found his name in that strange book, then got right down to business. He asked if Basil wanted to formally join the ''Mazoku Dominion''. Squeaking a finger around in his ear before flicking a little bit of dirt and a tiny bug out of it, he'd confidently answer. ''Mazooki? Oh, that's dat thing that Xylo is! So dat's what that big Castle meetin' was all about? If ya guys need the help even with Xylo bein' a good fighter, that's surprisin'. Been a while since I seen him. Hmm. Why not? I loves me a good throw-down and Xylo seems 'ta find 'em wherever he ends up. He's probably kickin' someone's teeth in halfway 'cross the galaxy right about now, If'n I had 'ta guess.'' He'd eye the pen curiously as it practically vaporized the grass beneath it with a drop of ink. It even made it dance! Neat! He wondered if they used these pens to stab people. Taking the pen, he'd stand on his tip-toes to eye just below his name and sign it in his finest, barely-legible squiggly cursive. He'd hand it back right afterward. ''So, Dantallion. Youse guys ran into some trouble, huh? Whas' goin' on, anyway?'' During his napping and captivity - naptivity, he'd surely missed out on a lot. The last he remembered, Xylo was having a pep rally at his castle and now he had no idea where everyone had run away to. This guy obviously had connections with Xylo, so maybe he could explain what all was going on.
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 20, 2017 13:13:25 GMT
Dantalion paused for a second, it seemed the little Makyan hadn't heard the rumours or facts as they rightfully were. "Yo.... You are kidding correct? He has amassed his armies and has started the war with the Solar Saiyan Empire." His long spindly fingers tapped against the carapace of the book, not the sound of bound leather against bone, but rather the sound of flesh shifting against flesh, the book agitated by such actions as it tried to close its maw shut and make a tasty meal out of one of Dantalion's hands. He wasn't sure if he was kidding or if the word was so short spread, but either way, he had to rectify such a scenario.
Then another stroke of ignorance, it seemed the demon known as Basil was so far out of current events he might believe that Red fellow was wiping Namek of all signs of life. "Mazoku yes." He responded, rectifying the mispronunciation of what he considered the least damnable of the Namekian caste, not high praise considering how lowly they treated him and his utter disrespect for their asinine and frankly archaic traditions system. Something he would one day need to rectify.
He let the Demon run his mouth, he at the very least understood that Xylo was a good fighter. "Yes, Xylo while a good fighter. An army makes an army, not a single soldier." He started his response it was sore to say, he wished that Xylo could make up the entirety of the army but reports were slowly rolling in. The SSE had stricken out at other planets, and since Xylo couldn't occupy all places at once they had been lost to their raids. No doubt to cause strife in the near future for the Mazoku if they win this war. Which at this point, was starting to look like a more and more dire consequence and at best a hollow victory. "Which is why I am here on Namek. I am trying to gather up whatever forces I can amass to send off to the front lines to aid Xylo. I am far from a worthwhile addition." His words sombre and even more drawn out than the natural Draculan tone that was taken with this form. He wished he could help Xylo. Or at least, that is what everyone else would know, in truth he was loathed to aid Xylo in his war, not for lack of sympathy or care for the outcome, but because he took a single flick to the face in his most powerful form and through a stroke of nothing more than luck made it out alive. "However. You might be far more adept. Power Level isn't everything you know." He paused, raising a finger to the noggin and tapping a few times, "The psyche of war. Mental fortitude, all aspects I know I lack. But you, I imagine you might be a little bit more inclined." He stroked Basil's ego like a teenager would stroke their [Redacted]. Often and with great vigour.
He leant down a little, affording Basil the chance to write up on the sheet of paper with a little more comfort, though the book was far less inclined to be hospitable, instead of grunting and growling with vitriol as its pages were tarnished upon. Dantalion soothed it however, one of his fingers drawing across his palm as a drop of black ichor twitching fell onto the paper, the book calmed by the sustenance and growing lax and loose. "Well. What is happening is the war. Xylo has taken all his forces in a first ditch, quite feasibly last effort to defeat the Solar Saiyan Empire once and for all. As far as I know, Xylo is fighting with Kaza and Vennel. As for who won." He paused, his gaze drawn down to the book as lips puckered, his tongue running between his lips and teeth as he took in a deep inhale. "I have no idea. Word hasn't been received from Arcose yet. Oh yeah, we also Annexed the Arcosian Empire." His somber form shifted back to positivity a hollow victory that was in a sea of turmoil and defeats. BasilOOC: Sorry about the long wait, I could have sworn I posted a response but I suppose I hadn't. Woops.
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Post by Basil on Jun 22, 2017 15:34:46 GMT
Nope, Basil sure wasn't kidding. While he'd never admit, anyone who had ever come across him knew he not only had a legendarily lax attention span, but also had a very screwed up sense of priorities. Basil blinked as the fella's book tried to eat him. He really needed to figure out where to get one of those! He wondered what would happen if he swung back by Earth and fed it some McBao's. Could he make it barf maybe? A triple-decker Baomongous Burger with extra pickles! That probably would have done the trick just fine. Back to the point at hand, it would seem that this guy was on some sort of recruitment drive. That would certainly explain the very sudden lack of demons around Namek that had been at the Castle for Xylo's pep rally. This guy probably was too, but Basil's memory was fuzzy. It was tough to remember every single face, especially since he hadn't really taken the interest to introduce himself to any of those present. He corrected Basil's pronunciation of ''Mazoku'', but Basil simply thought ''Mazooki'' sounded better. The guy did have a point. Xylo was a bona-fide bad-ass, and there was no questioning that. Xylo was only one fighter, though. From what Basil could remember about the pep rally, the only way any of the subordinates that had showed up would be able to do some work is by some miracle like the Red Moon. Heck, Basil himself paled in comparison to Xylo by now by miles. It agitated him, but he also hadn't stirred up any trouble in quite a while. Maybe that's what was missing? If he knocked around some sluggy villages for a while maybe he'd learn a few new tricks. He'd self-scanned himself recently with his Scouter while weightless, and was more satisfied than he'd admit. He'd almost learned to transform at will instead of by the Red Moon's blessing, too. He'd have to get his butt back to training soon; Namek as it stood right now was very much vacant of powerful signatures from what he could tell, so it would make a kick-ass training ground the whole planet over. If Xylo needed strong allies, Basil needed to be in better shape and fast. Basil loved a good compliment, and this guy was playing the game pretty well. Gullible as he was, he would naturally be inclined to agree. ''I'd be a perfect fit 'ta go crack some monkey skulls! Power Level ain't everythin', youse right, but it certainly don't hurt neither!'' He took a moment to think, taking in this new information. ''If'n Xylo's wrapped up in an all out war wit dose mooks, he's gonna need everybody on board 'ta beef up and do work, nyeh? If'n ya annexed the lizards, I don' feel like they's gonna be much help. Bunch'a sissies, them lizards. From what I hear at jus' about every run-down bar I show up at 'ta rumor hunt, the snakes are still a bunch'a pushovers. I wouldn't say we can count on dose guys 'fuh much.'' He also noted Dantallion was speaking of ''who won''. The conflict was already sounding like it was coming to a close. Whatever the result, Basil would have to be ready. Xylo had returned from the dead once before, so surely he could do it again if it all went wrong. Basil would be ready! ''So what's yer suggestion? Ya seem like a smart cookie 'arrite. Y'think I should just go clobber some sluggos for a while and see where 'dat gets me? If Xylo needs me tough, then y''bet yer booty i'm gonna get swole!''
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 23, 2017 5:28:27 GMT
He agreed. And like that, another threat was potentially gone so long as he played his cards right. "Yes, most Demons are a perfect fit to crack Saiyan Skulls. Though, I find the gut to be far more appropriate." He paused as he placed his hands on the side of the book, a garbled muttering as he slowly returned the book into his coat, it didn't leave an imprint as it should, instead of vanishing from sight and sound, something he wasn't too sure he understood himself. "Thier skulls tend to be empty, while their stomachs tend to be fit to burst." He paused, his fingers interlocking as he placed his hands on his lap, taking in a deep breath before letting loose a misty haze, blackened cloud forming underneath him as trails of Purple trickled through the body of the cloud, Dantalion falling back and sitting down on his newly formed chair-esque creation.
His face visibly twisted in confusion, lips contorting at strange angles as he tried to figure out who the Lizards are. He knew of the Arcosians, but were they similar to lizards? Lizards.... Lizards.... Wait... Does he mean the Ankoku? He wasn't up to date with Arcose history, he merely assumed that it had always been under Arcosian Control, even if that was highly loose and more volatile than Nitroglycerin meeting Electricity. Then he moved onto Snakes, Wait, hold on I thought we were talking about Ankoku, now it sounds like he is talking about the Ryashi. It was blatantly clear how confused he was, his eyes bouncing back and fourth, opened wide as tears began to flow before blinking again. "Yes... Counting on the Arcosians is not what I had in mind they are...." He paused, his hand rolling as he emphasised the point, "Conniving. And more along the lines of foot soldiers than they are of value." He stated in response before stopping the rotation of his hand.
Then he brought up an interesting proposition, one he couldn't accept of course, but interesting none the less. "What? Fighting the Namekians?" He rotated an arm, pointing to the fleeing Namekians. "Unless you were to do battle with Helix or Xylo, you aren't getting much out of that rabble." He assured, there really was no challenge on Namek, Basil like Dantalion was locked from fair fights. At their point, everyone was either far stronger than them or beneath them in every facet. "On Namek currently there are two people who can train you. Or at least give you a worthwhile fight." He paused, taking in a breath of air and in return letting out noxious muk that rolled down his chest and into his chair, invigorating its growth as he spoke, "And that falls on me, and Helix." At this point, he couldn't name anyone else of importance on Namek. Other than Basil of course, but he didn't count him as someone who wanted to shadow box. Basil
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Post by Basil on Jun 26, 2017 18:33:46 GMT
It seemed this Dandelion guy had scrapped with Saiyans before, what with his own retort following Basil's eagerness to smack up some more monkey dweebs. While he did love cracking their skulls, he'd have to give Dandelion's suggestion a try. The book disappeared and the other demon made a quick seat for himself as Basil recalled precious memories. He remembered his long time spent on Vegeta back before Xylo and Kizuki had come along. He'd amassed what power he did have by fighting off hunting parties of younger and more inexperienced Saiyans, up to the point where he became an established minor piece of folklore. Demon of the Wastes, they called him. Never bested after he'd earned the title, that was of course until he'd bested Kizuki and then met more than his match in Xylo's strategies. Maybe that was why he was so eager to follow him. Maybe that was why when he woke up on Namek after that battle, he had no complaints that Xylo had sent him there and he quickly came to figure it out. Xylo had stomped on his home territory and taken it fair and square, and that meant Xylo was bigger, badder, meaner, and tougher than he was. Maybe it was about having something to prove, or maybe even past that it was that after finding Xylo dead and burying him along with Kizuki, an emotion he hadn't felt in a very long time called fear took root in his heart again. The one who had bested him had been slain before. It only made Basil's desire for power take that much deeper of a hold. That could be why he was looking for advice. With Xylo gone off to war, he was desperate for training. He knew he had to improve sharply if he was going to settle the score with the Mazooki one day. He was glad to hear that Dandelion agreed with him on the notion of Arcosians being pretty much useless. He'd only stumbled across one or two in his time, and they seemed to notoriously hate training for just about any reason. Being that the state they called ''True'' which made them look even more nerdy than they already did increased their power so drastically at the snap of a finger, maybe they just always banked on that being enough. This guy did seem pretty smart after all, which was a relief. Among demon-kind, you usually just had the weaklings that stabbed others in the back and tried to get what they wanted through blackmail and treachery, and then you had the bigger dumber ones that just punched anything for breathing too much. He nodded as the demon questioned his idea of beating up the Namekians for sport. If anything, at least the guy was being honest; apparently Namekians were in a bad place right now, and if you wanted a good fight you were gonna have to face off with Xylo or whatever a Helix was. Hm. He then went on to say that only two powers existed on Namek for Basil to get a run for his money and receive proper training, those two being that Helix thing and Dandelion himself. ''So's it's you or Helix. Hmmm.'' Odds pointed to him training with this guy since it seemed like he knew his stuff, but he figured he'd ask anyways. '' Sounds like I found a good sparrin' partner then! My Scouter tells me so. Yep, yep.''
''By the ways, what the hell's a Helix?'' Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 27, 2017 4:45:50 GMT
His legs crossed as he let loose a plume of haze, rolling in the air as it expanded its form, the line thinning before finally being met with dissipation as he thought over his decision. Hm... I probably shouldn't have told him I was worthwhile... He thought to himself as he took in a deep breath, fingers running the length of his leg as he sat on his small morphing ball of fluff, tension drawn out in a strategic attempt to make it seem like an honour or a gift. It might work against his buttering up, but he had some sense of pride damn it, as well as a job to do. "All right then. Follow me to Castle Mazoku." He turned around on his magic carpet as Viola had once called it, ascending to the heavens and darting towards the Castle far off in the distance.
He trusted that Basil was behind him, or at least that the little Makyan could fly, "So, Basil as for who Helix is." He paused as the haze lifted and changed, taking on the shape of an overgrown bird as its wings flapping with a mighty gust of the wind beneath it, trees swaying under the force of the air that the bird generated, its beak parted as it let loose a noise similar to that of white noise. "Okay, ignore the cloud. It's an asshole." He said before the bird flipped upside down for a few seconds, Dantalion holding on with his toes before being given back his rightful seat on top rather than the underside. "Helix is both Xylo's brother, as well as the Guru of Namek." He said aloud, the chirping noise of white still echoing around him as he tried to simply ignore the damnable cloud.
In the distance, the signs of a building that would rival monolithic statues rose from the ground, tall towers protruding around the castle contrasting with the serenity of Namek. There was a gathering, scores of white marred the inside of the area as quickly Dantalion's features darkened, shades of black formed across his skin as his eyes narrowed at the gathering. "Basil." His words were morbid and darkened, he didn't want to encounter the Pretty Boys. One might have thought they were here to simply act as a meat shield for the Mazoku, but in truth, there was originally only three who were called Pretty Boys. The other scores of them arrived when Xylo left and no one dares oppose them. Not from fear of their power, in truth, Dantalion could shit stomp them whenever he felt. It simply came to the fact of collateral damage and a prolonged fight with the bastards gets far too touchy feely. "Ignore the pretty boys. Do not make Eye Contact with the Pretty Boys. Do not make contact in general with the Pretty Boys." He could not stress this enough, they were more pestilent than the Black Plague, more reviled than Scoliosis and more sickening than the two combined.
He ascended over the castle, he could see their scores look up with their vile gaze before taking a step off his cloud and onto one of the Towers, entering through one of the doors and praying to the Makai that those bastards hadn't the chance to get into the castle. He closed the door behind him, a heavy breath taken before seeing if Basil had actually followed. Basil
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Post by Basil on Jun 28, 2017 14:59:01 GMT
He would be met with an offer to follow Dandelion. Where were they going, anyway? If the little Makyan had to guess, they were probably headed to the castle. The place was huge, after all. Plenty of space for training, lifting, cardio, sparring...whatever! It probably had a pretty kick-ass kitchen to make protein shakes in, too. Double win! He followed the strange demon who was sailing across the sky on his peculiar little vehicle, and it made Basil wonder if the guy could even fly on his own or if he was just trying to be a show off. Whatever the case, Basil would continue his pursuit as he listened to the other demon speak along the way. His flying...thing, had apparently with a mind of its own decided to change shape into a temperamental bird. The Makyan chuckled in amusement as the pseudo-creature decided to take its rider for a spin. Man, this guy had really poor luck with pets. His books try to take a bite out of him, his bird-cloud-thing had an attitude. Could this guy just not catch a break or what? He wondered for a second if Dandelion was going to correct that sorry attitude with a swift smack to the back of the head, but instead he continued on talking as if this were normal. Basil's attention at that point just now chimed in to the fact that this Helix thing was Xylo's brother. Xylo had family!? What in the world? How come the angry green bean hadn't ever said anything about it? In most sibling pairs, there was always the gruff and tough mean one that beat people up, and the nerd. If Basil had to guess, this Helix guy was probably a huge dork. Maybe one day he'd go pay him a visit and take his lunch money? Oh wait, right. Namekians didn't even eat. Well damn. Apparently this Helix was also the ''Goo-roo'' of Namek, whatever that meant. It was probably important, but Basil so far hadn't cared much for the culture. The noise the bird was so intent on making was beginning to grind away at his ears, causing him to grind his teeth in response. It did help a bit, but he still wished he would have brought along some earplugs or something. He kind of wished the guy was riding an actual bird so he could deep fry it and add some barbecue sauce for being such a little jerk! As they began to approach a huge structure off in the distance, Dandelion's tone changed as he spoke the Makyan's name. Quirking an eyebrow curiously, he'd pay attention. Whatever it was, it must have been pretty important for the sudden change in attitude. He mentioned something about the ''Pretty Boys'', and not under any circumstance to pay them any attention or even look at them. Basil was confident there wasn't anyone on this planet he couldn't toss a good whoopin' to, but the demon's words sounded like enough of a warning for him to nod and keep his eyes up. He could feel scores of eyes burning into his form and it took all of his resistance not to give in to the temptation and start hurling insults. In fact, he was visibly sweating at the restraint needed to not do so. Wisecracks and ass-whoopins were Basil's two chief exports, and being denied the opportunity to do business with both was absolutely maddening. He would land with the other demon and follow him through the door before it shut. Looking up at the much taller figure, he'd scratch his chin curiously.
''Awrite, so's I did what ya said. But what's a pretty boy and why not jus' beat the crap outta the lot of 'em? Dat's a good way 'ta learn their asses some respect!''
Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Jun 29, 2017 12:34:53 GMT
Dantalion's skin folded and coiled at the mention. Sure he said the words not too long ago, but still. They made him shutter at the very thought of interacting with their kind. "For very good reasons. While I could go and beat them up, they are currently Namek's Meat Shield." It was regrettable, he would have taken a pile of mentally handicapped puppies if he could muster the numbers. But unfortunately the mentally inert are rarer to find than the Pretty Boys. "I just don't think anyone should talk to them. Consider them like a child." He paused, a hand raised as he let loose a small puff of smoke, A single small formation fo cloud shifted at his feet as he pointed to it. "Seen. But not heard." He stated, the kid's mouth moving yet not a word spoken before running a hand through it, the cloud dissipating in horror as he so easily washed it away. "Except, ya know they should also not be seen." He continued before bending over, pulling up a hatch to a descending flight of stairs and following them down.
The air was thick with violence, the soft sounds of Namekian voices mingling in the darkness as he descended down the spiralling staircase, illuminated by the shortest breath of fire as he traversed the sticky steps laced with the tiniest drops of water. He wouldn't lie, the only reason the water was even there was because he enjoyed filling these descending case with mist for the atmosphere it brought with it. "Careful. A lot of water around here from...." He paused, not knowing how to explain his absurd pastime, instead simply mumbling underneath his breath and hoping he would press the question.
At the last few steps, a few Namekian guards were seen wandering, a terror in their step as the curtains were closed, bolted down with metal and other knick-knacks to make sure the Pretty Boys never took a glance inside the castle. Dantalion passed them by, a few taking note of Basil and a few others dreading what was to come. Dantalion had brought two other guests with him since Xylo had left, and that ended up ruining one of the rooms. Concrete upturned, the walls splattered with unidentifiable green ooze and a lot of blood slathered the grounds. All in all, while productive it was a nightmare to clean up afterwards.
Dantalion, however, paid no head as he took a few turns before finally finding a door on its hinges though identified it easier because most Namekians were steering away from the room. No one wanted to clean it, especially without any resources to pull it off since no one on Namek knew how to make any Floor Cleaner. He pressed open the black door, sliding it aside all of an inch before it cracked and fell down, landing with a thud as it shattered more akin to that of glass than stone. "Hmm... Could have sworn I told them to fix that." He muttered before looking at the war zone inside.
"And I could have sworn I told them to fix that!" He yelled a single stray guardsman walking past before he turned, a finger raised as he cooed him to get his ass over to him. "The hell is this! I told you a lot to clean up the mess and look at the place, it's as bad as I left it!" He yelled it was strange to be at eye level, that and the burning sensation that only made it seem like his eyes were bloodshot from rage. "Explain right now why this hasn't been cleaned damn it!" He yelled before the quivering Namekian spoke up.
"Dantalion told us we had by weeks end to clean it up. We were only told yesterday to clean it all up." He responded, unaware that he was actually speaking to Dantalion. It made sense, he wasn't no eight foot tall behemoth, rather a lithe five foot one with a bad eye problem. Dantalion however paused, he could ahve sworn more time had passed, but than again he also hadn't had much sleep since he was trying to find his house and that was simply going nowhere any time soon.
"Oh. Never mind carry on than." He waved the soldier off, walking into the room and turning to Basil who he presumed had followed. Otherwise would simply talk to nothing instead. "Okay so this is where we are gonna be sparring. Ignore the blood and the goo that uh..." He paused as he tried to explain it, instead vouching for his method mumbling underneath his breath. Basil
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Post by Basil on Jul 6, 2017 21:10:58 GMT
Basil thought he was starting to get it. On one hand, someone could always go down there and train with the Pretty Boys by beating them to a pulp. On the other, it seemed like pretty much everyone was probably after Xylo's hide. He hadn't seen the guy in ages, and he was embroiled in some big bad war. Seeing as he'd left Namek and the other members of the Dominion were who-knows-where other than Dandelion, what better way to babysit his property than to leave those dumb bunch'a mooks here? Apparently if you so much as made eye contact with the things they'd fly into a frenzy and attack, but if Basil had to guess, not a whole lot of people knew that other than those specifically warned. He didn't know how strong they were as he didn't bother scanning with his Scouter on the trip over, but they were probably left alive for a reason. If they were too weak, they were basically pests and somebody would have killed them off by now for sure. Dandelion compared them to children, which Basil could kind of see. He hated children though, so by extension he instantly disliked the creatures that much more. The demon would then yank up a hatch leading to a lower floor, and Basil went ahead and followed along just as he had been. The hatch led to a spiraling staircase, and Basil's Makyan upbringing immediately alerted his senses to a strong feeling of violence and bloodshed. Makyans were adept survivalists, most of them skirting out livings on the very edges of the Demon Realm. That only changed when there were vulnerable groups to prey on, or a razed settlement to loot during the power struggles of different demon warlords. That life gave you a sense for when something just didn't feel right, and Basil was getting that sense right about now. The steps stuck against his boots like old chewed-up wads of bubblegum, which sparked his annoyance. His outfit was always on point. It was gonna take forever to shine up his boots! Quiet voices disturbed the otherwise silence of the chamber, and upon descending the stairs Basil would figure out why. Namekians hurriedly covered up any places where the Pretty Boys would be able to gaze into the structure, likely because if they spotted anyone they'd siege the place like the world's dumbest invading army. Fair. A couple of the occupants would eye Basil oddly, almost like they were expecting something to happen. To his knowledge, he was gonna have himself a nice throw-down with Dandelion so he didn't see any reason to beat anyone else up. Not yet, at least. Besides, he'd pummeled plenty of slug-boys during his stay on Namek so far. He had all the time in the world to toss out beatings! Dandelion went to open a door only to have it shatter into glass-like fragments, mumbling a curious complaint. That trend would continue as they finally arrived at their destination, with a myriad of stains blasted across the walls from blood to what appeared to be alien goop. Basil feigned understanding, peering around and nodding as if he'd seen each of them before which of course was a total lie. It was very important he didn't look like some confused little wuss in front of this guy, so he opted instead not to ask any questions. Dandelion would come right out and say that this would be the location of their spar, so the smaller demon began to get comfortable with his surroundings. ''Y'might'a splattered a coupl'a wussies in here, but i'll give ya a run fer yer money! Whenever yer ready, pal!''Basil threw a few mock jabs at the air once he'd distance himself from his would-be opponent, pulling up his pants so they were nice and snug. His dark teal aura began to leak out of his form like a cloak over the top of his already weighted one, the two colors mixing to give his over-garment a blueish-gray coloration. He'd put up his dukes and get ready to throw down!
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Post by Dantalion on Jul 7, 2017 5:51:41 GMT
He kicked up a pile of Concrete, an old husk of a shell picked up between his fingers, his old folds of skin that he had departed with when Beta returned to its rightful place. His spindly fingers pressed tiny pockets into the skin before tossing it aside, the body extending and flattening against the side of the wall with a shuddering squish, the goo being the glue that held the corpse on the wall, loose folds of skin sagging down as Dantalion turned to Basil, looking him up and down. He had no idea how to approach him, nor did he really know how to start a fight.
His fingers intertwined, looking him with those beady red-stained eyes as the sound of bones cracking echoed out through the room as he got into hs own position at the other end. "Honestly. I scanned one of the duo who challenged me." He paused, morbid laughter as he pressed a hand against his skull, trying to keep his composure and failing in spectacular fashion. "No joke. He came in at two hundred Power." Letting loose what sounded like some amalgamation between a sigh and a chuckle before regaining his composure. "It was.... Yeah, it was a pretty pathetic display."
As he got into his position, bending at the knees as he performed a few stretches. "So, quick question. You want me in my base form, all out or stick around like this?" He inquired, a leg drawn to its maximum distance as he prepared himself for the fight. He took in a deep breath, the sound of flesh crawling around him as his clothing began to bulge and pop out the back as some new fresh goo and slime slipped up, dripping onto the floor underneath him as four more arms sprouted from his back. BasilOOC Note - Sorry about the short post, these sorts of fighting threads are the furthest thing from my fortey. Six Witches Technique Activated
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Post by Basil on Aug 2, 2017 18:57:42 GMT
Basil found himself lost in his own little world of focus as he cycled through his warm-up. The closest thing he'd had to anything remotely similar was wrestling with that sluggo earlier, and really all he did was choke the guy out with all the raw power of opportunity and the element of surprise. Once he'd worked up a very light sweat and quickened his heart rate just a bit, he allowed himself to tune back in to Dandelion. He felt kind of bad for the guy once he listened to how his last training bout went. Two hundred? For real!? This guy must have never had a decent scrap in his life! He even talked about it like it wasn't the first time something similar had taken place. Sure it was funny beating up small fry every now and then, but everyone needed a good challenge once in a while. ''I wonder why he challenged ya, then? Well, both of da mooks, anyhow. Sounds like dey had a death-wish anywho, if'n ya asks me!'' That's exactly what Basil intended on giving him, too. He might have been short, but he was just as scrappy, if not more so, than the biggest of bruisers. He wondered how tough Dandelion thought he was. When poised with the question of whether Basil wanted to fight in base form or allow Dandelion to transform, he thought for a moment. Since this would be their first training bout together, maybe it was better to start off with the simple stuff. After all, any training in the future would leave plenty of time to max out and slug it out. In Basil's mind, this was more to see how training compatible they actually were. The guy seemed sharp enough, but he hadn't seem him in a fight yet. ''Meh, let's just stick to da basics, eh? Level ground 'n all that. We can save da fancy stuff fuh later on.'' Whether he agreed or not, that's what Basil was settling on for now. The most immediate response was a nasty crackling and squishing sound. What was this freak up to? Basil watched in helpless curiosity as lumps began to form toward Dandelion's back, and his eyes widened as four extra arms had burst from his opponent's back. Maybe he felt like he needed an extra hand? Stifling a laugh at his own joke, Basil threw his game face back on and got ready to brawl! Though he was at a height disadvantage, his fights thus far in his track record proved that made him a bit harder to hit even if he did have to in-fight to get the job done. Raising his dukes and taking a defensive boxer stance with his fists at his chin, elbows in tight, he would sway left to right a few times before dashing forward, then bursting forward again in a step-and-spin. Afterward, one final ducking closing dash placed him in combat range where he would attempt a jab-jab-cross to his taller, freakier opponent's midsection before hopping into another drilling power-cross aimed at his belly!
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