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Post by Abzerute on Jun 29, 2017 10:17:25 GMT
PL: 128,742
The bronze Arcosian flew through the Hellish airscape, the briefcase containing the box with the Saiyan action figure in his hands, all the while he was wondering if these powers that Beelzebub had promised to teach him was worth all of this effort? The damned brat was treating him like he was some sort of slave... he had been an Emperor for damned sake. He blinked as that thought crossed his mind and chuckled to himself. "There it is... the positions power and lure to the psyche... Hmph." he mused to nobody in particular as he soared through the sky. He had taken the throne and reforged the Empire from the bickering fiefdoms they had become following Wyntre's demise, in order to stop the civil war and redirect their collective focus and resources into creating a stronger Arcosian Empire, one that would survive the demise of another Emperor. That had been his goal, and part of him hoped he'd managed to achieve that, although he doubted Retsu's capabilities as Emperor. But it seemed that the position had laid its curse on him, the same curse he had thought himself immune to. Oh well. His mind returned to why he was doing all of this grunt work for Beelzebub, why he was putting up with the preening petulant purple prick of a prince. The knowledge that whatever secrets he was offering he had already passed on to Wyntre, and this Xylo person would perhaps be the reason. The fact that there was a way to restore oneself to life, and if Wyntre had been here already, then that she was stalking the universe of life somewhere with powers he had no inkling about. He had to acquire that knowledge, he had to know what these powers were that Beelzebub was offering to teach... even if only so he knew what their limitations were and how to take advantage of them. He soon arrived back at the location where Beelzebub had sicced his gargantuan brute of a minion on him. This seemed a fitting place to get this training underway, an almost cyclical feeling as it were. The Fallen Emperor took in a slow breath before he called out. "Prince Beelzebub! I have retrieved that which was stolen from you, as you requested!" the bronze Arcosian declared as he floated there in the sky. Now time to finally keep up your side of this damned bargain. Abzerute thought to himself, keeping his mental shields up as much as he could, not sure if the imp had the ability to read minds or not. Better to be safe than sorry. Beelzebub
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Post by Beelzebub on Jul 8, 2017 9:12:54 GMT
As Beelzebub's name was called, there would be a sudden and shrill crackle permeating through the air. A portion of space in front of Abzerute would suddenly indent, before a comical popping sound would expand it outward. Where there was once nothing, there was instead a little Imp. The familiar visage of Beelzebub was hunched over a laptop, typing away furiously.
He muttered to himself as he typed, cluing Abzerute in on the conversation he was having. "And that is why I firmly believe that you, Rev, lord of smelly pants, should totally edit the mechanics of the item shop, so that anyone who uses it has to pay me 10,000 Zeni. It will really change the game, and provide an interesting element of--"
Suddenly, he noticed Abzerute, and started typing slower. He looked the Arcosian over, noticing the briefcase in his hands. He smirked, before snapping one of his fingers. Abzeurte would suddenly find that the briefcase was no longer in his hands, but now it was hovering above Beelzebub's palm.
"Good work, kid. Gotta admit, I did not think you'd pull that one off at all."
Beelzebub finished typing, and his Laptop vanished. With a quick inspection of the inside of the briefcase, the Prince of Darkness giggled capriciously, before snapping his fingers again. The briefcase vanished entirely, replaced by an absolutely rad black leather jacket. It featured a set of spikes on each shoulder, and it had the Kanji for "Evil" ( 悪 )emblazoned in bright crimson red on both the left breast and the back.
He tossed the jacket to Abzerute, and began to explain.
"Put that on, sun-tan. It's your uniform. Don't worry about ripping it, either. It'll contort to fit all the weird shapes you can be so it'll always look rad! Just make sure you don't machine wash it."
Beelzebub would wait with anticipation, excited to see how this unconventional Gi would look on an unconventional Arcosian.
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 8, 2017 20:21:22 GMT
The disappearing and reappearing briefcase didn't surprise the Fallen Emperor, not with this individual being able to summon minions out of thin air, as well as appear and disappear himself in a similar fashion. That and he had had his body crafted through magic by a Namekian Prophet who'd willingly plummeted from the heavenly realms into this hellish landscape. He shrugged his shoulders at the pseudo-compliment that the purple imp threw his way.
"He believed I was someone of a similar nature to himself, so I took advantage of that assumption. He won't be bothering anyone again. In any reality." the bronze Arcosian briefly explained, although he did raise an eyeridge at the sight of what now took the place of the briefcase.
He examined the jacket when it had been thrown his way, gauging the material's quality even as Beelzebub explained its transformative properties to him. If he was any judge of materials, then he would surmise that the leather and lining was of a rather high degree of quality. It appeared to be of lesser value but that was merely a fabricated, pardon the pun, illusion.
The bright red symbol on the back and left breast was no doubt some form of significant symbol to denote that he was training under Beelzebub, although it seemed a little on the nose for his tastes. But, if this was what was required...
The bronze Arcosian slipped the jacket on one arm at a time, adjusting it even as it adjusted itself to his Suppressed Form. The fact that this "uniform" of his would adjust itself to even his Monster Forms proportions made him wonder what exactly that would look like... And found that particular mental image rather bewildering to behold. There was one thing that he was curious about this uniforms design though. Abzerute looked over towards Beelzebub and asked, "These spikes on the shoulders Prince Beelzebub. Are they functional, or purely decorative?"
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Post by Beelzebub on Jul 9, 2017 7:16:32 GMT
It took but a moment for Abzerute to begrudgingly don his gear. As expected, it looked rad as hell. It always looked good, no matter who wore it! That crummy Kai in Heaven would probably pull it off good too, and that's saying something. That chump wouldn't know fashion if it bit him in the technique-stealing butt though, so maybe that day would never come.
Beelzebub whistled in amusement "Niiice."
As Abzerute finished getting dressed, he posed a question about the spikes. Beelzebub responded quickly. "Well, if you wanna gouge somebodies face out you got enough horns for that already, but yeah, you can definitely stab em' up good if you use those." The Prince made a stabbing motion with his empty hand, mimicking shanking someone.
"Right, so I did promise I'd teach you junk, since it is in my contract and all... I wanna get this over with quick, so how bout we start off simple? The first thing I wanna teach you is something called the Makaioken! It's a real doozy of a technique, but it takes a lot of juice to use. Of course, you're gonna need someone to use it on, so..."
The Imp snapped his fingers, and pulled a wriggling, writhing thought deep from within Abzerute's mind. A puff of smoke crackled to life, before fading, revealing a perfect copy of Former Emperor Retsu in his suppressed form. He was a bit stronger than the real thing, but he would be easily beatable with the right moves.
"Now, the Makaioken technique is verrry special. It lets you draw out power that you don't even have to use in a flash! It makes you super good at pretty much everything, but it only lasts like, a few seconds. You gotta make it count, cuz when the power disappears, your stamina is gonna go bye-bye!"
He brought a thumb up in front of him, then mimicked the sound of a falling bomb as he lowered his thumb slowly. It quickly turned into a thumbs-down, as Beelzebub made a fart noise to signify the thumb's power hitting rock bottom.
"All you need to do is shout out the technique's name, and focus on some bad emotions. Just get real mad, or think about hurting the chump in front of you a whole lot!"
The false Retsu blubbered something in a fake language, before firing a wave of energy at Abzerute. He needed to use that new technique ASAP if he wanted to overpower this foolish foe!
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 10, 2017 9:35:26 GMT
So they were definitely functional. That could prove somewhat interesting, assuming he had to get that close and resort to using his shoulders as a means of assaulting a foe. Or even removing the spikes and using those as potential projectiles... Although the Fallen Emperor theorised that such a course of action would be more likely to tick off the little imp than endear him. However he did not have long to muse on that tactical scenario since it seemed that Beelzebub was finally getting around to teaching him these techniques he had promised to show him.
When the purple imp created a stronger version of Retsu from the air, it made the bronze Arcosian curious. Why not a minion of his own? The unspoken question was answered with the techniques explanation, which made some degree of sense. Beelzebub had drawn forth this false Retsu in order to evoke Abzerute's darker emotions, which seemed to be part of the triggering mechanism for this Makaioken power boosting technique... The realisation made him chuckle a little even as the fake Retsu gibbered like an idiot as a wave of energy was fired towards him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting all of his frustrations at being trapped in this realm, suffering the whims of this infernal imp-child, Retsu taking his hard-earned throne from him using a child-like monstrosity to kill him rather than fight him himself, letting all of it build up. The bronze Arcosians eyes snapped open, his eyes glistening with a red light behind them. "Makaioken!" he yelled, a purple aura flaring up around him as he uttered the final syllable.
He could feel his power immediately rising, practically doubling in that one instant, but he could also feel it slowly trickling away as the milliseconds passed them by. He decided to test this augmentation in his power by firing what he considered a basic energy blast towards the oncoming wave, the power shuddering in his hand before it unleashed a purple energy attack that ate away at Retsu's own, consuming it as it tore its way through the wave towards its source.
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Post by Beelzebub on Jul 20, 2017 22:43:46 GMT
It took but a moment for Abzerute's enhanced blast to rip through this faux-Retsu. He shrieked in agony, but his voice was drowned out by the explosion that ensued mere seconds later. The dust settled quickly, revealing nothing but the clone's boots had survived. Beelzebub clapped slowly, nodding his head sagely as he floated over to the smoldering shoes of the false foe.
"Not terrible," he said as he kicked one of the boots over, spilling ash onto the stone below. "I've seen better, though. Miss Talks-A-Lot and Slugs definitely picked it up faster, but you do show potential."
He snapped his fingers, and the boots evaporated. "One more thing about the Makaioken you should know, though. It has a lot of different uh... Whaddya call em... Tiers! Yeah, tiers of power! Just shout a number, like 'Makaioken Times Three' and you'll get more bang for your buck." He rose his thumb higher into the air than his previous example. "Of course, a bigger high means a bigger low. So watch yourself, and don't ever go past times twenty! You'll literally explode instantly. It's how one of my first students went out."
The Imp summoned a scrapbook, and sniffled sadly as his hand passed over a picture of a very fat demon. "I'll never forget you, whoever you are... So brave he was to try and use Makaioken Times Twenty-One."
He snapped the book shut, and it disappeared.
"Oh! One more thing! If you ever see some chump using something called" He brought his hands out in front of him and made air-quotes as he mimiced King Kai's voice. "'The Kaioken'" He coughed, and his voice returned to normal. "Then you need to call them out for being a super lame move-stealer. I came up with the Makaioken first, and King Kai one bazillion-percent stole it from me! I'd tell staff to ban him, but he's from the manga, so my hands are tied."
After a slightly awkward silence, Beelzebub clapped his hands together. "Right! Anyways! Practice the Makaioken on your own time and you'll get the hang of it. Lets move on to our next technique!"
The Great and Terrible Prince Beelzebub cracked his knuckles, and wiggled his fingers mystically. Nothing happened at first, but suddenly, a quartet of apparitions appeared in front of Abzerute. They'd look eerily familiar, as all of them shared the face of the being that'd killed the bronze arcosian: It was Noxa! The four Noxa's posed in seductive ways as Beelzebub began explaining.
"'Kay, so I think you'll like this one. This one is called the Infernal Downpour, or as I like to refer to it... The Boo-Hoo Bomb!" He did a little twirl in the air to punctuate the infinitely superior title.
"This one is real special. Instead of using your own power, this technique steals the power from the chumps fighting ya and wraps it up into a neat little ball of death. Like the Makaioken, this one's a real doozy to use. Takes a lot of stamina to burgle energy from people and keep it, so be careful!"
He pointed over to the Noxa's and continued. "Just lift your hand up, focus on wanting to beat those bozo's up real real bad, and you should feel their energy fly to ya. Try to keep your targets to four people though; any higher and it gets harder to keep all their juice locked into the ball."
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 23, 2017 14:09:08 GMT
Even as Beelzebub explained the different tiers aspect of this Makaioken technique, the bronze Arcosian could feel his power dipping, to below what he had to start with prior to triggering this amplification technique. This would be something he'd have to be aware of... but the ability to increase his power, even in his True Form by a factor of twenty... now that was indeed tempting. So far this deal with the little imp was turning out rather well. Definitely worth the aggravation of putting up with him that was for certain. Even if he did rant on about the most peculiar of things, as if the Fallen Emperor was meant to know what he was talking about.
"Two questions before I try out this Infernal Downpour technique, if I may." said Abzerute, pondering something regarding this similar technique. "The Makaioken comes with a power drain after using it, appropriate to the amount of power it increases you by. Does this Kaioken suffer a similar drawback? Just so I can plan accordingly should I ever meet someone using this imitation move." he asked and explained. "My second question, is it possible to combine this Downpour technique with the Makaioken?" Abzerute inquired, contemplating the possible scenarios and combinations that could ensue if this were indeed possible to pull off.
He would wait for Beelzebub to answer his questions, however he saw fit to answer them, and then proceeded with trying to learn this Infernal Downpour technique. He lifted his hand and began to focus. He could feel the energy from the four faux facsimilies of Noxa, ignoring their suggestive posing. That was easy to accomplish since he recalled the damned creature behaving like a child, and the bronze Arcosian held no interest in children.
He splayed his fingers outwards, beginning to snatch and drain their energies away from them and towards himself. He could feel his body beginning to tire, and immediately decided that he would very rarely, if ever, combine this technique with the Makaioken. The strain of the two techniques would be too dangerous in a live-fire exercise... he'd be a sitting duck.
Much like the Noxa Knock-Offs were right now as he could feel their combined energies swirling around in the palm of his hand, trying to escape his grasp. He gave a slight smirk and decided to oblige with their desire. He flexed his fingers and unleashed the gathered energies, sending them hurling towards the quadruplet Noxas like spears of pure energy, each one seeking their cores to eviscerate them from the inside out.
Each spear of energy would upon entering the body send out further beams of energy, almost like a spike bomb had been set off inside of their bodies. A tad on the dramatic side perhaps, but seeing Noxa's body impaled from multiple directions gave the Fallen Emperor a warm fuzzy feeling inside, that was well worth the exhaustion of performing this technique.
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Post by Beelzebub on Jul 30, 2017 22:28:56 GMT
"Hm? Oh yeah, it's totally possible to combine the two techniques. You'll just die horribly as soon as you start charging the two up at the same time." He put his hands together, then split them apart as he imitated the sound of an explosion, followed by a sickly squelch. "And yeah, the Kaioken drains em' real good. Gives less power, too, so you'll have the edge no matter what."
Beelzebub floated back, watching with baited breath as Abzerute pooled his foe's energy. As the Ki left the faux-Noxa's bodies, their poses and sultry dances slowed to a crawl, showing their fatigue quickly.
It didn't take long for Abzerute to unleash his new technique, sending shards of devilish stolen Ki towards their original owners. One by one, the facsimile's of Abzerute's killer were decimated, leaving nothing but viscera behind. At the end of it all, Beelzebub clapped excitedly. He forgot how fun that was to watch! He'd sadly run out right at the end of his lesson with Slugs, and Wyntre was too dramatic about it, like she always was. Abzerute was the first time he'd gotten to see it from a normal person, even if he was way too disrespectful.
"Woo! Not bad, kid. You might actually survive for more than three seconds when you revive."
With a snap of his fingers, Beelzebub's magic did its work. Abzerute would find himself feeling much less fatigued, and the guts and gore left behind from both the Noxa squad and Retsu would dissipate.
"Those are my two techniques. Only other thing you can learn from me now is how best to watch TV, but you're too cool for that lesson, I bet."
Suddenly, a rumble came from the Demon Imp. He looked down at his wrist, at a watch he did not have, and gasped.
"Whoa! My soaps are coming on. Gotta get going." He summoned a massive door, and kicked it open. Inside, Abzerute would be able to see the light of a simply massive television illuminating what looked like a battle between a blue haired boy and a golden warrior with pigtails. "You should start lookin' for a way back to the living world, unless you wanna just stay here like a loser, I guess."
Just as Beelzebub walked through the door, it snapped shut, and disappeared from view.
AL Techs learned! Enjoy, my boy! Beelzebub the Great exits the thread, and requests to be rewarded 50,000 Zeni.
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 31, 2017 12:58:22 GMT
Well that confirmed it. No combining the two techniques then, unless he felt like making a return appearance to this realm. And that was something that the bronze Arcosian wished to avoid quite dearly. The information about the heavenly counterpart to the Makaioken technique was helpful, although he doubted that he'd encounter many in the living realm that had proven themselves capable of performing that move. At least any that he could take on without subjecting his body to the pressures of the Makaioken himself. Before he could snap a retort about wasting time watching television, the purple imp decided to make his exit.
The Fallen Emperor looked on at the empty space where the doorway had been before turning his gaze back to the rest of the infernal realm that was Hell. "Time to retake my Empire." he said before he shot off into the skies, his senses stretching out far and wide in search for a way out of this realm and back to the reality of the living. There were some scores to settle after all.
Will take PL with AL Bonuses :3
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Aug 3, 2017 15:12:44 GMT
IDP op plz nerf
Abzerute | WC: 1,783 PL GAINS: 3,031 OLD PL: 134,371 NEW PL: 137,402 |
Adding now.
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