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Post by Samba on Jun 18, 2017 17:09:19 GMT
| Calm before the Storm |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 238,545
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,816,720 / SUPPRESSED |
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"Do you seriously got nothing to eat in this planet?" Samba whined underneath his breath, his stomach growling with hunger as he followed the tall Namekian around his small little tour on this place called the Moori Capital.
The large Zoanthrope rubbed his aching stomach with a frown, yet his eyes were still attentive as he looked around in case something nefarious were to happen, while he trusted Rhytid wouldn't harm him, the same could not be said for the other residents of this planet, especially for those that followed under Xylo's rule and his Mazoku Caste.
He might have to go and see if he could fish anything out of the murky green waters that surrounded most of the planet, if he could catch anything he might be able to cook it and eat it that way, but for now he was "trapped" with his guide so he couldn't go off running to god knows where to find some food.
TAGS: Rhytid
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Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on Jun 21, 2017 17:28:31 GMT
| Calm before the Storm |Rhytid's PL: 5,790
Rhytid's current PL: 1,448
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The streets were bustling with life! Surprisingly, Namekian civilians of all clans seemed to get along fairly decently in the main Capitol. Most of the 'happiness' was a farce, though, and it was quite obvious that several Namekians were merely feigning their good vibes among their Mazoku rulers. If they acted out or showed signs of rebelling, they'd be knocked down a few pegs in the blink of an eye. Even sending their Mazoku brethren mean looks could get you in trouble, sadly. Nevertheless, it was a breath of fresh air to be among the masses, despite how forced it was. Samba piped up, the tall, furry Earthling had gotten a lot of strange and curious looks from the Namekians around him. Some Mazoku seemed to send stiff glares his way, but once they noticed a Namekian was with him, they would shrug and continue with their business. Rhytid felt responsible for the Zoan's safety, unaware of just how powerful Samba truly was. ''Well, our people don't really need food to survive, you know?'' Rhytid responded, walking next to the muscular wolf-man as he sent a curious glance his way. ''The only crops we do grow are vegetables...But I assume you're not a big fan of those, right?'' Rhytid questioned with a playful shrug, not thinking much of the Zoan's hunger. The feeling was foreign to the Namekian, so he really had no idea just how annoying it was to be hungry. Was it like that grumpy feeling you get after a lack of sunlight? Or that fatigue you feel after going without water for days?
''We do have SOME foreign food on the planet, but it's scarce and quite expensive. Mostly for alien visitors that stay here for their vacation, or something.'' The Namekian rambled as they walked through the streets of the Capitol. The duo were close to the City's main square, which had a beautiful fountain in the middle, spewing Namek's signature green water high into the air. ''Prices have gone up even more, sadly. Ever since Xylo took over, only a few people are willing to sell us Earth's culinary goods.'' He continued to speak on and on, as if he were some sort of tour guide for the Zoan. Rhytid had always been the talkative type, but he wondered why he felt so inclined to explain all of this to him...
Maybe he was just excited to see a visitor that wasn't out to murder them?
''Still hungry, though? We could split the b-...?'' Rhytid's attention was suddenly dragged away from him by the static whirr of a giant monitor, that hung atop one of the tallest buildings in the Capitol. The advertisements were cut away and suddenly changed to an intergalactic news channel. A female, Brenchian newscaster sat at a desk, and adressed the citizens of Namek.
Her face was grim, and so was the news...
[Citizens of Namek, we hereby cancel your daily broadcast to bring you all urgent news from our Arcosian brethren!]
Rhytid quickly paused in his steps, and motioned Samba to hold on as well. News from the Arcosian Empire...Xylo's ''allies'' in this senseless war...The Namekian had a bad, BAD idea about this. And so did the rest of the Namekian populace, seemingly. All of the people present had their attention turned toward the giant monitor, and looked on with curious, yet terrified stares. [The Saiyan Empire has launched a three-pronged assault on our planets. Our defenders are fighting tooth and nail to make sure we don't lose to the Saiyan dogs, yet things are looking quite dire.]
[Authentic video footage of the battle on Yardrat has reached us, showing us all the brutality of our vicious Saiyan opponents.]
[The following footage is highly graphic. You have been warned...]
And with a quick snap, the monitor cut to a shaky camera, showing the horrors that were taking place on Yardrat on full display. Fear washed over the crowd as they watched and listened in foreboding, terrified silence...
TAGS: Samba
OOC NOTES: Giving you the chance to introduce the broadcast in your post!
Don't be afraid to write the Namekians' reactions to it as well!
Sorry this took so long, by the way 
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Post by Samba on Jun 29, 2017 16:12:15 GMT
| Calm before the Storm |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 238,545
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,816,720 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
It was faint, but it was there, while some of the Namekians that walked around seemed calm, some even smiling (though most of them seemed to have quite the impressive deadpan face to rival his own), there was still an air of uneasiness hanging around them, like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop and once it did the shit will hit the fan at hyper speed.
Even though Rhytid was perhaps aware of this, the Namekian didn't deem it necessary to point it out nor draw attention to it so the Zoan chose to ignore it as well until it couldn't be done so any longer. He had a pretty good idea why the inhabitants might be cautious and or anxious, considering their ruler and his band of allies, it wasn't that farfetched to say that most of the fear came from angering Xylo and suffer retaliation.
He saw their looks, especially from the ones that had like what seemed to be a demonic tint in their heritage, their glares were almost seething as they looked at him, drawing a scowl from the tall muscled Zoan, but seeing as they didn't attack him (probably thanks to Rhytid standing by his side) he didn't deem it necessary to start an scene and draw attention to himself.
Well, at least not yet, if they started to harass them then all bets were off.
At the mention of vegetables, he pulled a face. "I mean, I don't mind them but I'd prefer a little more red meat, you know? More filling for me that way. Though I do try and eat my greens." If he didn't his Mother would always loom over his shoulder with a scary aura until he ate them all, and something told him that she'd get out of the grave just to scold him for not eating healthy if he started to slack off.
Soon enough they reached what it looked like the Capitol's main square, a beautiful fountain was set smack-dab in the middle of the square, clear green water fountaining from it. He admired the nice view for a few seconds before his attention was quickly drawn to the monitor hung way up high atop one of the tallest buildings in the Capitol.
The face of a grim Brenchian looked at them all as she delivered her news. Urgent news from their Arcosian brethren? So Xylo had managed to ally himself with the changelings? This being the first time he was aware of such a thing, it was all the Zoan could do to keep a straight face, though he couldn't help but look at his companion for a clue on what was going on, the Namekian merely motioned for him to stay put and with no answers given he set his sight back on the monitor.
He soon wished he didn't.
Eyes widening, pupils the size of pinpricks and his fur standing on end. Samba's mighty fists shook at his sides as he observed what was currently going on inside the big monitor. The Solar Saiyan Empire was once more going around conquering planets, or at least that was what the shaky, fear-stricken voice was trying her hardest to explain to those that were listening.
'Miss Shemha... did you had a hand in this?'
Seeing the Saiyan, or rather the Super Saiyan drop the carcass of a badly disfigured insectoid like Alien only made his anger reach new heights, and his haughty, condescending attitude didn't help matters at all. The voices of the Namekians around him fell to a quiet murmur, a ringing noise going through his ears as the broadcast ended with a stuttering noise.
A growl rose from deep within his chest, his lips peeling up, nose crunching as he snarled mightily, his shoulders hunching slightly as he saw red. His previously suppressed power was let loose, a ghostly white aura licking at his shoulders as everyone in the vicinity with a lick of Ki Sense was suddenly assaulted with the full might of his true power and then some.
"Those... damn... bastards..." He thought that the SSE was supposedly under control, that they wouldn't be doing this kind of thing ever since Zucceta stepped down and Habana took her place as the new Queen. Shemha's worries about her Queen seemed to have been proven correct with this bit of news, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed, for what he couldn't really say. "I'm so angry... so fucking angry!"
The ground shook, a small crater forming around him as his power reached its peak, small pieces of debris floating up before they were reduced to dust as they touched the whiteish-blue aura that surrounded him. He could feel the frightened stares of the Namekians locked on his person, but he couldn't really give a damn when he was so fucking furious!
TAGS: Rhytid
OOC NOTES: Nah fam, I'm sorry I took so long to reply, you already know why but still.
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Post by Helix Crust on Jun 29, 2017 17:30:50 GMT
"I will guard it with my life."
Helix smiled warmly at the child who had just handed him a sea shell. The prophet was bent over slightly, his hands on his knees. It wasn't often that he strayed far from his home, let alone the small village below his tower. The last time Helix had been this far from home… Why, it had to have been when he walked all the way to Xylo's castle! Helix plopped down on his bottom, crossing his legs and fingering the small shell. It was chipped at one end, but a pleasant peach was watercolored in the highlights of it's white dome. It really was a pretty shell! "Don't drop it, okay?" The young warrior caste said sternly, his little hands on his hips with a serious pout on his face. Helix nodded. "I promise."Everything from that moment on was a horrifying blur. The power that tore across the land was absurd. Of course, it was no physical energy, it didn't actually cause any damage. But mentally… Shouts of shock literally broke out across the small village in the Assija mainlands, and Helix stumbled to his feet, terrified. This was it, then. The power was that creature that had come from the sky, that Rhytid was scoping out. How had this happened? Rhytid was right by the incredible power level now, and likely had mere seconds to survive. The emotional energy, the unfathomable rage… Helix's body contracted in reaction. "Mr. Helix?"
The guru's eyes went shut. And then, in an instant, they snapped open, pure white and glowing. His forehead marking was a beacon, leaking blinding light from it's curves. This was his true form that he suppressed. There was no time to think, only to act. Helix's body vaporized into thin air, his consciousness careening towards the incredible power like a lightning bolt. And when it struck, Helix whirred into reality, in his full unleashed state. The prophet hovered inches above the ground, a tight white aura roaring around every inch of his body. His flowing robes billowed furiously in the wind of the offworlder's power. It was very likely he could die here. "Rhytid," Helix spoke in the voice of hundreds of namekians, all of their urgent tones overlapping over his, "What is going on?"PL: 2,707,038!
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Rhytid
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PL: 92,171
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OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
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Post by Rhytid on Jul 5, 2017 12:13:50 GMT
| Calm before the Storm |Rhytid's PL: 5,790
Rhytid's current PL: 1,448 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights (+75%) | | PL MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
The Namekian watched on, eyes locked on the broadcast, holding a deep concern and fear inside of them... This... This is what they were at war with...
Rhytid felt a lump form in his throat as cold, anxious shivers crackled along his spine and arms. He too, was shaking- but not only due to his anger. Now witnessing firsthand what the Saiyans were truly capable of, and that these were the people Xylo chose to go to war with, he couldn't help but feel anything except fear. There were only a handful of people on Namek who could go toe to toe with Super Saiyans, much less actually beat one...And just how many did the SSE really have up their sleeve? How would he ever become that powerful...?
In his hopelesness, Rhytid cursed himself for his own weakness, and just how little he meant in the grand scheme of things. He could talk politics with the Guru and the Mazoku all he wanted, and try to keep balance on Namek through diplomacy...But...
But...
There was no talking to the Saiyans. All they wanted...Was blood.
Yet Rhytid wasn't the only one to feel this much emotion.
His view snapped to Samba in an instant, feeling a heavy gust of wind push at his side. The Earthling...His eyes showed nothing but pure, seething hatred- his fangs bared with what Rhytid could only assume was the brutal lust for Saiyan blood. His aura raged forth like an intense thunderstorm, the winds and shockwaves it produced pushing Rhytid back even further! ''Wh-What the...!?'' He snarled through the shockwaves, holding his arms up in a weak attempt to not get blasted back. What he felt from Samba was beyond anything he ever felt before- sending Rhytid's emotions even further into a jumbled mess!
The Namekian couldn't even sense energy, yet even he was feeling the intense power coming from Samba!
''S-SAMBA! CALM YOURSELF!!'' It was all he could shout in desperation, hoping to Porunga that the wolf-man could soon come to his senses. The Namekian civillians were screaming in horror as they looked at Samba, still shaken up by the brutal events they had just seen! Everyone in the main square could feel and see his immense strength, some fearing for their life as they looked upon Samba's wrathful face!
''What the HELL is his problem!?''
Mazoku soldiers were quick to approach Rhytid and the Zoan, expression filled with concern and fear! The Mazoku squad leader's aura flared to life as he clenched his muscles, obviously intending to knock Samba down a few pegs before things got out of hand. As the Mazoku Namekian rocketed toward Samba, Rhytid quickly jumped infront of the charge and gave the Mazoku a fierce tackle in the shoulder, sending him gulping for air as he stumbled backwards! ''Back off, he means no harm!''
''You idiot...! THIS is why we can't trust your pathetic Caste, you let outsiders into our planet, unaware of their intentions! REMOVE HIM AT ONCE!''
''I...I...huff-'' Rhytid clenched his fists, gaze averted. He hated to admit it, but the Mazoku had a point. Rhytid was a fool for letting strangers into their planet, and even if he trusted Samba...The Mazoku had reign over their planet. Refusing an order from one could lead to even bigger troubles.
Yet then, someone else entered the scene...His mere presence enough to silence everyone.
He showed up in an instant, as if he appeared out of thin air, the Guru himself...! The Mazoku soldiers were the first to look upon his true form- instantly struck with a deep fear, as if they were looking into the eyes of god himself. Needless to say, they fled from the scene as fast as they could. Rhytid was next to slowly turn his gaze toward Helix, feeling a heavy, mystical power wash over him and the rest of the main square. As he laid his eyes upon Helix, Rhytid was stricken with shock and awe...! This was unlike the Helix he knew, the bright light shining from his body like a beacon of Namek-kind, the Namekian couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Was this...Was this Helix when he was serious? ''G-Guru Helix...'' The Namekian muttered, his breathing heavy. Rhytid slowly straightened himself, trying to control his breathing and calm himself down. ''The war...It's- it's everywhere...The news- it showed...''
He placed a hand upon his own chest, closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose.
Slowly, he opened his eyes again, his expression serious. ''The Saiyan Empire is attacking...They're attacking the Arcosian planets now, and slaughtering everything they come across...It's only a matter of time until they bring the war to Namek, Guru Helix...!''
His gaze moved to Samba momentarily. Cautiously, Rhytid placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it briefly. ''This is what we're at war against, Samba...Do you understand the fear us Namekians have...?''
Looking back to Helix, Rhytid sighed out. ''He's a visitor from Earth, the one you saw landing. He means no harm...Yet I feel he too knows just how ruthless the Saiyans are...''
''We have to do SOMETHING, Guru Helix...Before it's too late...!''
TAGS: Samba Helix Crust
OOC NOTES: Sorry this took so long! I've been terribly busy lately :s
also sorry for how long this post got...Woopsie
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Post by Samba on Jul 7, 2017 22:17:37 GMT
| Calm before the Storm |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 238,545
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,816,720 / SUPPRESSED |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
It was hard to reign in your anger when you were getting a blast from the past.
Back when the SSE attacked Earth, his village was one of the many points of damage that it withstood against their combined might. As far as he could tell, no one beside him and a few others had survived that terrible disaster, and if there were actual survivors he never found the bodies or seen them around to imply they were alive and well.
It was the reason why he joined the Galactic Patrol and later on the Wild Hunt, because he didn't want to experience the same thing again if he could help it, and much less to have someone out there experience such a tragedy if the SSE or anyone like them decided to step up and create another megalomaniac group hellbent on powerplay and dominate the other races.
Amiss the rush of blood working through his ears, he faintly heard the voices of the Namekians around him, particularly Rhytid and what seemed like another one that was chastising him for bringing a terrible threat to the capitol. Considering how rabid he looked at the moment he couldn't really fault the other green-skinned alien for thinking such a thing, but if he were to lay a hand on his person with the intent to cause him harm, he'd show him just how strong he could be if crossed.
But it seemed he didn't have to come to those measures, as with a bright crash of light another Namekian appeared, this one appearing more sage-like and with a surge of power that spooked the Mazoku to skedaddle without even having to lift a finger. 'Who is he? Why would Xylo's men be afraid of him?' It didn't make any sense, he didn't really see Xylo as someone who would let someone with this much power alive unless...
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the Zoan came back to the real world with a start, looking back at Rythid with a confused expression before the veil was cleared from his eyes. At his question he merely nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Instead, he powered down, the white-ish blue aura no longer flicking and licking his shoulders as most of the power he exhibited take a nose dive until he was at what his normal base state would be.
Taking a deep calming through his nose while exhaling through his mouth, the Wolfman looked at this Guru with a serious expression before saying. "I'm sorry for scaring the locals. I have nothing against your people or Xylo's men unless they attack me first but it's just... I was so angry! The SSE took everything from me almost a year ago when they attacked Earth, and to see them go back to their old ways just fills me with so much rage..." His right fist clenched tightly, the smell of blood permeating the air as his claws easily broke the skin of his palm.
TAGS: Rhytid Helix Crust
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Aug 9, 2017 3:44:52 GMT
Samba | WC: 1474 | PL Gains: 2358 | New PL: 248,324
Helix | WC: 384 | Zeni Gains: 979 | New Zeni: 11,592
Rhytid | WC: 1544 | PL Gains: 3609 | New PL: 44,359
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