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Post by Mammon on Jul 20, 2017 10:04:24 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
He hadn't been long with this new body before he had grown used to it, adulation turned into amusement and amusement into tolerance, how quickly we take things for granted once we have them for long enough, he had quickly forgotten how much he had yearned for it, to feel the blood rushing through his veins, or the beating of his own heart, these things now become the norm and he wandered hell's wastes searching for something, anything.
"Shades quail at my presence, and are powerless to stop me."
"But why do I feel no satisfaction."
He had spent much of his time tormenting the local spirits, finding new and increasingly creative ways to make their after life's hell, he had batted some into the sky, kicked others and made a game of seeing how far he could punt them, others he played cruel games of chance where they had no chance of winning, and worse yet he made them fight each other for his amusement.
"Can't get no satisfaction." And he began to drift his thought's going back to his past, to his life before his death, but it was getting harder and harder the edges of his memories were beginning to fuzz and details and people were dropping out of them like a film real exposed to sun light, how long before they were all gone. How long before Xylo became just another name and not a person, how long before even Kaza the wretched creature too was forgotten, it was getting harder and harder to stoke the flames of vengeance, hard to keep it going when you had only embers to work with. How long until that too finally burned out of him, it just seemed so pointless. Did no one else see it? They were destined to die, but there was no reprieve in the after life no great reward, just this. And even if he came back and he knew he would, what then. He'd eventually die again and come back again, again and again, until he gave up and faded away. Everything did eventually.
He strolled his melancholy his only companion, occasionally booting passing spirits out of the way and watching as they cleared the horizon and faded from view, in those moments there were flickers of joy, a sickly kind but he was taking it where he could get it. He thought about clawing his way up onto snake way and making his way to the check in station, go right up to Yemma's desk and make his unclean water into his coffee mug, the thought filled him with a childish glee but he knew it for what it was, a fantasy, he may be getting used to this new body but he had no desire to lose it so soon. So maybe a hundred years here and he'd have the gall to do it out of sheer boredom.
"One of these days."
"One of these days."
He strolled on into the wastes exploring new and more increasingly exotic locations, there were spikes on the ground, there was maybe a tongue of fire here or there, but for all it strange and interesting sights it was still a bore. "Is my torment to be boredom, have you no challenges for me hell!?" he shouted it into the open air, he didn't expect a reply but it would be a welcome surprise if he got one.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Jul 22, 2017 7:48:47 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 30,000 (Ki Setting) Dulce's PL: 5,000
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GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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Ahh, the cold, barren, lifeless wastes of Hell. Honestly, the place wasn't as bad when you weren't a spectral Ghost that got pushed and bullied around left and right. Everything felt a LOT more comfortable when you could do your own walking and punching! Some time had passed since Kaza had acquired her own body, and she'd began gaining mastery over her own power once more. At first, her energy felt a tad unstable and frantic, occasionally discharging and blowing something up involuntarily, yet recently she got the hang of things once more. Dulce also started to feel better recently, so that was a good thing. The witch still felt extremely weak compared to her former self, a byproduct of creating a body for someone as powerful as Kaza. Most of her lifeforce was sucked straight from her soul during that ritual, leaving her as an exhausted, weakened husk. It saddened her, yet she was certain she'd regain her strength over time. Luckily, Dulce could move around without passing out now, so the two decided to take a stroll around the Hellish plains, ''Exploring''.
''Why, may I ask?'' Dulce piped up, gazing down at the smaller Majin with a curious look. An ominous, shady cloak was wrapped around both of them, hoods covering most of their faces. Dulce, because she was a wanted outlaw, and didn't want to show her face. Kaza, because she thought the hoods looked ''Wicked fucking awesome!''.
''Are you daft? Ofcourse we're not ''Exploring'', dummy!'' Kaza chirped in a foreboding tone, her darkened eyes glancing back toward the Konatsian. ''Just looking around for potential...'' She silenced herself for a moment, looking back toward the vast plains outstretched before her eyes.
''Punching bags.''
''Feisty today, aren't we?'' Dulce snickered, eager to see her most wicked creation put her powers to no good use. ''Can you blame me?! I've been waiting WAY too long for this.'' Kaza gazed down at her hand, clenching it into a tight, trembling fist. A surge of purple electricity crackled through it, before dissipating once more.
Suddenly, a loud shout echoed through the plains...!
The two immediately stopped in their tracks, exchanging confused glances that quickly morphed into sadistic smiles. ''My, how convenient!'' Dulce let out amusedly, covering her mouth as to hold in her laughter. Kaza on the other hand, immediately locked her senses onto the distant energy signature- it felt...oddly familiar. A low snicker hissed through her clenched teeth. ''Ohoho, this'll be great...!''
The two immediately picked up their pace, tracking down the signature closely...
Sure enough, minutes later, there he stood. Mammon. Kaza's freshest kill. Seeing the cowardly Demon waltz around Hell as well sent a wave of satisfaction through her body, as she was reminded of that amazingly satisfying moment back on Arcose. ''Alright, Dulce, sit back and enjoy the show!'' She laughed loudly, stepping up to the Demon with a slow, confident stride. ''Very well...'' Dulce shrugged amusedly, standing back from a safe distance to spectate the coming onslaught. Kaza had every intention of savoring the moment, though- no need to grind his face in the dirt immediately, they could play around for a bit.
They had all the time in the world down here, after all.
''See you got your hands on a body as well, haven't you?'' Kaza asked the Demon in a tone of faked interest and false enthusiasm. Well, she was enthusiastic, but moreso in the mocking sense. ''So, how are ya? Still angry over that little incident on Arcose, ooorrrrr...'' Kaza chirped, pausing in a monotonous hum, before setting her energy to match the Demon's low, pathetic power output.
''Maybe you like it down here? Can't help but think a broody Demon like you would actually enjoy Hell! You should be thanking me, I basically gave you tickets to a free vacation!''
[UT]Energy Surpression used to walk up to Mammon!
[UT1]Ki Setting used to set PL to 30,000!
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES: I told you I'd post. Sorry for the shoddy quality, still getting used to writing with a Guard around.
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Post by Mammon on Jul 22, 2017 9:58:26 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
The voice was like nails on the chalk board of his calm, any other person he would've responded with a snide remark, but her, there was a part of him that screamed to leap at her and bite out her throat, bite, rip, tear, he almost transformed there and than his veins pushing out to the surface of his skin, his muscles swelled and there were already slight tears in his mask as the beast within threaten to break free. But far more disturbing was the larger part of him that was glad that someone from his past was here, even her. She had been his death but now she was his link to his life.
"No." he breathed out a sigh and all the fight left him. "At first it was all I could think of, I swore to myself I would not rest until you were dead at my feet." it had been one of the key driving forces to him getting back his body, his revenge, his purpose. "But you standing here means I've been avenged, or at least as close as I'll get it."
He ignored the broody demon comment entirely, he knew for what it was, bait. She was goading him, but while she had a talent for the mocking he was wise to it, and far more practiced in it. Let her simmer in it. "So shall we tear out each other's eyes, rip and claw at each other, fighting for all eternity." and he showed his teeth. "For ever locked in mortal combat, a fitting end for two black souls such as ours."
"But no." he opened up his arm's and looked her dead in the eyes. "If you mean to stab me, bludgeon me, or kill me get on with it. I won't fight back, but it seems pointless." he couldn't help to suppress a snicker at the thought of them forever fighting it out in a pitched battle, kept from the world at large by their mutual hatred of each other. "We'd only come back."
He noticed her companion sparing Dulce a look for the first time before going back to look at Kaza, he wouldn't waste his time on the help. "So what will it be Kaza?"
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Post by Majin Kaza on Jul 23, 2017 12:37:14 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 30,000 (Ki Setting) Dulce's PL: 5,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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The arrogant, mocking grin that was plastered on Kaza's face seemed to only get pulled down further and further into a disappointed, unamused pout. Not gravity's work, mind you...This was all due to Mammon's talks. His tone was that of someone that seemed like they could jump infront of a train at any moment. Devoid of life, of enthusiasm, of any emotion- this Demon had become an empty husk of the witty asshole that Kaza knew and hated. ...This only made her hate him more. Yet she couldn't bring up the will to blast him to smithereens. Not like this. And so she simply sighed after Mammon was done talking. Impatient hands tugging at the fabric of her clothing as the corner of her mouth pulled back into an unamused slant. ''You...-'' Her tone had grown unconfident- awkward, for that matter. Kaza had truly expected a different reaction, and was hoping for more violence. Yet all she found was the unliving embodiment of being 'Dead Inside'.
''You sure are a downer, aren't ya?'' Kaza breathed out with lowered, disheartened eyes gazing at the Demon. This was her enemy in the war? Someone she had waited months for to finally kill and put down? She shook her head slowly, bit by bit losing her own enthusiasm. ''Back on Arcose it looked like you were eager to blast me to bits, but now that you actually have the chance to get revenge, you’re just standing there?'' She said in a tone of confusion. Part of her truly couldn't believe it...Who WOULDN'T want to get revenge on the person that killed you THIS easily, especially when they stood right infront of you?
''Man...Either you lost all hope, or you’re just too scared to try and fight me now. There’s no one for you to hide behind here, after all. It's just you and me.'' The Majin threw another desperate attempt at trying to coax the Demon into fghting her after all. She doubted that her words would be effective, but Kaza didn't have many other options- she needed SOMEONE to beat up.
''Are you a coward, Mammon?''
Distant laughter could be heard from their sides, the voice of Dulce filling the distant air. ''Ohoho, she's got you there, 'black soul'!'' The Konatsian Witch piped up. She had magically created a large, poofy pillow for her to sit on, like an exotic princess. Except it wasn't really exotic...Moreso looked like the worst picnic spot in the history of picnic spots.
''Can’t you two atleast pretend to tear each other's limbs off? It’s been awhile since I had a good show.'' She asked the two in a teasing, amused voice. Dulce seemed to be enjoying their silly debate, but it paled in comparison to seeing two people beating the snot out of eachother.
''I mean, I would- in fact, I’d love to! But it’s not fun if he’ll just let me do it! They gotta fight back, you know?'' Kaza turned her head to the Witch with a whiney tone.
''Not necessarily, but...You know.''
Kaza groaned loudly, rolling her eyes like some rebellious, know-it-all teenager. ''Oh come on, admit it, you’re just bored out of your mind.'' She said bluntly, staring at Dulce with a suspicious look. A long silence washed between the two...Too long a silence.
''Aren't you?''
''...''
With a sigh, Kaza turned back to the Demon, a look of pure, unbridled annoyance on her face. Deadly silent, she awaited for Mammon to do...Something. Hopefully attack her- she needed a good workout...
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES:
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Post by Mammon on Jul 23, 2017 13:24:41 GMT
| Hellion |
Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 227,584 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: Damio
'Revenge' he couldn't help but laugh, long and hard, his chest rising and falling with the peals of laughter. "Ha. Ha, you've got to be kidding me. Even now you are blind, if I should slay you right here right now what then, do I suddenly get that time back, do I suddenly glow and shit gold." he shook his head. "No, all that would happen is you'd come back and you'd try to get your revenge." that was the problem with revenge, if you couldn't end it, it would never end. And besides what use would it be to fight Kaza, he'd only lose, and badly. "Besides you didn't kill me, as surely as a knife is blameless. You. Were. A. Tool. Nothing more." He stretched his arm's taking turns to work them getting the blood pumping through his veins.
"I doubt you've done a single thing in your life that wasn't ordered by the Solar Empire, or for it." he might be out matched in raw power, but he knew all the buttons to press. "I wonder if they mourned their tool, probably not. After all, if a tool breaks you just get a new one," he emphasized the word tool and made it as sharp as a knife, and like the metaphorical knife, he made to twist it with every thrust and utterance.
"And am I a coward for not wanting to cut myself on the knife, well I guess I am a coward. But at least I'm not a tool." eh, why the hell not, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. It happened in an explosion of gore twisted chunks of Mammon flew across the ground painting it red like he had just pulled the pin from a grenade and decided to stick it between his teeth, BOOM. There where the man had stood crouched the beast, it had long twisted horns on a rams head, it was covered in thick matted shaggy fur, it had long arm's that seemed almost too long for its body with hooved feet that struck sparks from the ground, and it sparked a storm charging at Kaza aiming to drive the Majin onto its horns.
"So the tool wants to lose itself in fighting, I'd be rude not to oblige." he'd bring his weight to bear hoping to catch her off guard before she could let loose, strike while the iron is hot and give no quarter. "But don't mistake this for 'vengeance'." it was uncanny from such a hulking beast such a well-spoken voice emerged, pronouncing every syllable. "I'm just passing the time of day, tool."
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Post by Majin Kaza on Jul 26, 2017 0:07:45 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 2,526,040/3,444,600 Dulce's PL: 5,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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Impatience. Anger... Maybe just acting childish...? No matter what it was, Kaza grew intensely frustrated at Mammon's retaliation. The Demon was as witty as ever- and always knew EXACTLY how to drive his words deep into Kaza's soul. First the mockery- laughing back at her with a flat tone. Something that surely rustled Kaza- yet it was nothing compared to the barrage of words yet to come. And when it came, it hit her. It hit her hard. ''Tool.''
The hateful glare on her face changed in an instant. A soft gasp, and widened, trembling eyes. The words stung- stung more than any wound she had felt.
The way Mammon confronted rekindled a long-lost sadness within her. One she hadn't felt in a long time. Were they baseless accusations, intending to shatter her confidence- or the cold truth? Kaza became unsure for a moment, a dead silence washing over her cold, regretful face. Widened, trembling eyes slowly gazed downward, her mouth hanging open with a blanked mind. Everything was a haze for her at that moment. Was it the truth...?
Kaza didn't know.
Kaza didn't want to know.
Kaza refused to know.
In an instant, the Majin felt an intense wave of pain crash through her torso, the brute, sharp horns of Mammon goring her violently. She gasped- trembling unstably as her senses returned to her. Kaza shuddered, letting out helpless, silent yelps of pain as more and more of her insides splattered onto the ground. Her slimy body aided her, though. Like a snail slowly losing it's grip on a slippery treetrunk, Kaza slowly slid off of the horns she was gored on, helplessly collapsing onto the ground. Why didn't she fight it? Why didn't she free herself? Questions she wanted to ask- yet couldn't. Her mind was too occupied with Mammon's claims. Too occupied trying to refute them- To deny them.
''I...Was respected...'' She gasped in a weak, forceful tone. Faked bravado, false confidence. Every part of her cried out in doubt, yet she couldn't show it outwardly. Mammon wasn't right...He couldn't be right.
...Right?
Slowly climbing to her feet- Kaza's entire body trembled in unstable emotions, eyes refusing to do so much as gaze at the Demon. ''They appreciated me...I served them proudly- because they...'' They what, Kaza? What did they do? What have they ever done? ''They gave me a purpose...'' Everyone seeks a purpose in life- something they are appreciated for, something they strive toward and gives them a future. Kaza's was serving the Saiyan Empire.
''I was respected.''
There, that word again. 'Was'. She was still respected, right...?
''I AM respected...?
''Am I?''
Another mental haze washed over her mind as tired, doubtful eyes glanced up at the grotesque Demon. For a moment, Kaza's face was completely expressionless. Empty, as it were, just like her thoughts. Was she really but a mindless dog, only ''respected'' for her power and blind loyalty? Was she really...A tool?
''No...-'' Her voice became clear as day. A trembling, clenched fist, and the ruffles of cloth filled the air between them again. ''NO!'' Kaza now screamed in pure and utter denial, eyes gazing up with a stressed, yet extremely angered glare to them. The Majin was unable to process the possibility of her entire life being a forced lie, something that, if true, would cause her a lot of grief.
''YOU LIE TO ME!'' Kaza screamed in childlike rage. Her aura sprung to life in massive, fiery display- power reaching intense, amazing heights. The ground shook in anticipation, cracking and fissuring under the extreme pressure of her aura. Her teeth grit intensely, and she snarled in intense frustration. ''WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOUR SHIT, MAMMON!?'' The Majin hissed, resorting once more to senseless violence to solve her problems. If she didn't like something, or something challenged her views- this was always the anwser. There was no other anwser.
She wanted him gone- the person that dared expose the truth to Kaza. Her true weakness. ''WHAT'S STOPPING ME FROM TURNING YOU INTO DUST A SECOND TIME?!'' Kaza screamed, extending a palm toward Mammon, which began hissing and flickering with an intimidating, terrible power.
Still her body trembled with an underlying fear, her rage merely masked it.
The first stage, Denial.
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Kaza is charging her [MP3]Kooky Kannon! This turn at 100%, next turn 200%!
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES: Sorry this took so long, hope the post is okay!
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Post by Mammon on Jul 26, 2017 8:43:53 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
He was surprised, it actually worked, here was the women that killed him hanging from his horns like some big rubbery marinate, for all his words about her not being his true killer it felt good to have her there. He exulted in the moment taking in a deep breath to savor it and store the memory so on a rainy day he could bring it out and look at it.
''I...Was respected...'' Oo, here came the water works. Had he really broken her with words, his great archenemy undone with simple sweet nothings, no, he had to at least give her some credit and that she was strong, but death hits everyone in different ways, just look at yourself, are you truly so different?
"Ding, ding, it dawns on her finally. You realised that you've fucked up so magnificently, so spectacularly, so overwhelmingly, you. And here I thought the day would never come, in fact, I'm a little disappointed." he seemed to shift the horns and matted hair simply sliding off him like he had gone through the wash and out came a man, of course there was some remnants, a bit of hair stuck to him with mucus and his canines hadn't yet shrunk giving him a predatory look. "I thought the sky would light up, the moons would spin, and the gods themselves would shit comets for the sheer glee of it."
''YOU LIE TO ME!'' "I'm lying, I'm dying, which would be kind of redundant." he flung open his arm's wide ready to embrace the upcoming attack, he was taking an awful risk, but you had to take chances to play the game. "Nothing," he said with all the confidence he wasn't feeling, if you wanted to be treated big you had to act big and even a small man could cast a big shadow with the right attitude. "there's not a single reason why you shouldn't, but there isn't a single reason why you should." he gave her his best winning smile which was known to frighten small children and set dogs to barking. "Because it won't bring it back, that sense of pride, respect, purpose. It will never return."
"Now you could blow me up, smash me into a paste, or whatever. Or we could talk it out like adults." he didn't wait for an answer and promptly sat down on a small outcrop of rocks, they were form fitting and in the dim light, they could seem throne like, or a pile or rocks. "But don't feel bad, you're not the first soldier who has died for duty and country, nor will you be the last." it had been the saying for generations 'come fight the good fight' but what they didn't tell you was 'come die the horrible death' which was far more true than any good fight, there seldom are any good fights. "As long as there are victors there will be losers, and you and I both lost." he took his time explaining this, years of indoctrination didn't come out in a day, it was like removing stitches you had to start with one. "Tho I myself was never sold on the idea that I was doing the honorable thing, or the right thing, for those are the concepts of children and idiots. It was merely wrong place wrong time." he shrugged and pulled out a cigar putting it in his mouth with a wet smack and lighting it a second later with a flicker of ki, it burnt and smelt of tar so strong you could've drowned a dinosaur in it.
"Kaza, can I call you Kaza?" and now to lay the honey in thick, you always give the mark the illusion of choice, it gives them a sense of agency, a sense of power, even if that sense was the one you gave them and there was no real choice, it was a small gesture but it was on a road of small gestures. "I don't see a soldier when I look at you, I see an engine of destruction ready to kick ass and take names, not someone's bus boy they'd piss on as soon as talk to, sent to die on some no name planet. And they'd expect you to be grateful for the privilege." he stretched out on the rocks like one big lizard bathing in the sun, oh don't you wish you could be this comfortable.
"You're probably thinking I'm trying to manipulate you right now, and I am. But I'll tell you, and besides, I see something in you." and he pulled the massive cigar from his face and blew out a pale silvery cloud that bobbed and ebbed on the breeze. "And I want to set it free on the universe."
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Post by Majin Kaza on Jul 27, 2017 15:17:10 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 2,526,040/3,444,600 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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For years Kaza has lived with the thought that you could solve all your problems with violence. If something didn't sit right, just blast it to bits- murder it, make it fear you for the rest of eternity. Yet Mammon was different...And so was this entire situation. Her desperate attempt at threathening the Demon, to slaughter him once more, proved weak and useless. What was the point of it all? Both of them were dead anyway...All it would do was nothing. Yet desperately, she still charged her energies further and further.
Hoping, desperately, that it'd make the Demon stop.Why didn't she just blast him away? All she had to do was aim at him, and let loose...Anger wasn't the problem- there was enough of it, so why...? What was it that was holding her back...? Unbeknownst to Kaza herself, a part of her subconscious tugged and begged for the Majin to stay and listen, as deep down, she knew the Demon was correct. But she couldn't, and wouldn't listen- it only spawned more and more doubt deep within herself. All she wanted was for everything to go silent, to go back to how things used to be, before she died.
All of Mammon's words lead to an unwanted moment of clarity. A moment were all truth was laid bare, and Kaza finally came face-to-face with herself, the self that she could never be. After he was finally done talking- a tense, long silence was cast over the conversation. Kaza was motionless, as if all of her functions ceased to work. The hood draped over her head cast a long shadow, with unseeable eyes staring emptily at the grounds below. Doubt lead to regret.
Regret lead to powerlessness.
All of it, lead to rage.
Something snapped deep within herself.
A scream of tormented anguish filled the air, littered with cracks and saddened stutters. Her hand finally lowered itself and clenched into a tight fist, held at her side as she continued to scream and cry for what seemed like hours. Kaza's energies flared like the fires of despair, and then suddenly vanished. She collapsed helplessly to her knees, resting her head on tightly clenched fists.
Silent for just a moment, the Majin tried desperately to hold back the tears.
But all of it proved too much for her.
''Why...-'' She muttered in a saddened wail. A fist was reeled backwards slowly, before being driven straight into the ground with unbridled anger. ''Why!?'' Kaza continued, as if she expected to get an anwser to her desperate and vague question. Her fist was driven into the ground again, producing another dull, loud shockwave. ''WHY!?'' Desperately she repeated the words and motions for minutes on end. All reason and thought was lost- all there was, was saddened rage.
''WHY?!-'' BOOM ''WHY?!-'' BOOM- Rinse. And. Repeat.
For minutes Kaza looked like a small child throwing another temper tantrum. In some ways, she was. But then, it finally stopped. The ground under her had been reduced to cracked rubble, only barely held together from what little solidity they still had. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, streams of enraged tears halfway down her cheeks and hastily dried up. Trembling and quaking an unstable mess, she slowly rose her head to meet Mammon. No longer did she look like a ruthless, proud soldier. She looked like an abused animal, torn apart and left to die as it cursed the entire world for how it wronged them. ''So everything I know is a LIE?!'' She cried out with trembling lips and clenched teeth. ''My purpose...The pride I had- everything I did for them...YOU'RE TELLING ME IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!?'' Defeat riddled her tone. The Majin truly had been defeated- not only literally, but also figuratively. Physical defeat was only a setback, yet this would change her forever.
''I GAVE MY LIFE FOR THEM! I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING,-'' She paused with heavy breaths and trembling eyes. They shook uncontrollably, filled with the rage of a blind animal. Fingers grit against the gravel beneath her, clenching once more. ''FOR NOTHING?!'' Kaza screamed in futile animosity. Animosity toward everything, and everyone. Her ''comrades'', her enemies, and even herself.
''All I did...I did for THEM-''
She bit down on her lip briefly, so hard that it drew blood. Eyes closed, and her fist rose up again. ''And they've done NOTHING for ME in return!'' Kaza hissed in a tone of pure malice and bloodlust, slamming her fist down into the ground again and again for emphasis. The crying finally ceased, that helpless whimpering. The Majin had finally been confronted with the truth, and denying it wasn't an option. No, all of Mammon's words, his explanation- it lead to a realization.
That realization lead to animosity.
Ire.
The second stage, Anger.
Dulce has left the thread- didn't see anymore use for her here.
Kaza has dropped her charge, and proceeds to throw a giant hissy fit, completely ignoring most of Mammon's attempts at manipulation.
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES: This post feels a bit crummy, wasn't sure how to go about certain things :/ Sorry if it sucks, I'll try and crank out a better one for the next round!
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Post by Mammon on Jul 28, 2017 14:58:43 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
''WHY?!-''
BOOM ''WHY?!-''"Why," he said looking her dead in the eyes. "Cause they can, cause a machine like the solar empire spits soldiers out wholesale. Or did you think every time a soldier died the queen cried a single tear drop and she mourned them as a mother might a son." he leaned back into his seat and looked up into the sky, it was a nice day, wasn't it. "She'd have heard the news of your death as might an accountant a bad investment, dang. Now, what's for breakfast?"
"Yep, everything you ever knew was a lie." he didn't seem to show much emotion, in fact, if his tone was to believe the worse thing that could be happening is a particularly challenging word puzzle, not someone's existential crisis. It has five letters and starts with the letter A and ends with the letter Y. "But that anger isn't a lie, it's very much real. Hold onto that, It'll see you through some tough times ahead." and if everything went to plan there would be.
"Now what are you gonna do, if I was a betting man and I am." he produced a bottle with a showman's flair and flourish displaying a long necked flask with a flaring mouth, it was topped off with a cork, inside sloshed a clear liquid. "You will seek revenge, you will fly off into a rage and attack the queen, you will die. Again." he pulled off the cork with a twist and presented it to Kaza. "Drink, it tastes like paint remover but it'll help."
"Do you want revenge, not just against the solar empire for their abuse, not just Xylo for killing you, the whole entire galaxy for having the gall to exist while this happened to you." and his smile threatened to break from his face it was so wide, just a little more and it would be off and it could follow its dream of being a failing comedian, what's the deal with airplane food. "What if I could offer you that and more? Give you all the revenge you could stomach and more."
"And it would only cost you one planet, all you'd have to do is blow up Vegeta." he said all you had to do like it was easy, just gonna pop out to the store and pick up some eggs and milk and blow up a planet or two, you know easy. "And they'd, in turn, destroy Namek, and the whole universe would fall to infighting. Cause after all planets are going bang and who isn't to say yours ain't next." he crossed his leg's and sat smugly on his stone throne. "Of course there's the how, but I find that a small matter once the goal is clear."
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "Goes the planets." "And all you'd have to do is wait for the final thrust, wait until the queen draws out Xylo in the final confrontation." he'd make a chopping motion with his arm's while he talked. "And while the main bulk is fighting the 'good fight' blow up the planet dressed as a Mazoku soldier, the queen may not retaliate but can you honestly say the prideful low-class warriors won't try." he opened up his hand's as if to say 'well, what do you think'.
"That is the gift I offer you Kaza, revenge. Fresh and bloody."
Majin Kaza
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Post by Majin Kaza on Jul 31, 2017 15:44:51 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 2,526,040/3,444,600 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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Kaza devolved into a silent, broken mess. Mind raging with boundless anger and hatred, yet unable to express it. Too tired, to express it. All of the hatred, denial, and sadness she felt really tore at her soul; unable to do anything about it but scream and cry to the heavens...It really exhausted her. With clenched teeth, and a defeated hiss, she fell backwards and landed on some uplifted rocks, arms resting on her lap. ''As if it can get any tougher...'' She hissed with enough venom to poison and kill multiple 50 foot tall Oozaru's. If only she could actually drown them in venom...It'd sure as shit help make her feel better.
A large, defeated scoff came from the Majin as Mammon spoke to her, his guess undeniably one hundred percent correct. ''If only I could kill her...Kill ALL of them...!'' Kaza whispered in a frustrated, malicious sigh. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she bit down on the insides of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood and make it swell up. ''If only I was more powerful...I'd eat every single one of them...!'' Her tone, while a lot quieter, was still filled with the same hatred and anger. Kaza just couldn't bring up the energy anymore to scream and shout her lungs out. Not anymore. She growled a low growl, not even caring that it took Mammon next to no effort to read her exact thoughts. Kaza'd always been predictable.
''Just sitting here able to do nothing...It's BEYOND frustrating...!''
Kaza heard rustling, before Mammon audibly presented something to her. She looked up with tired, venomous eyes, fingers still clutching her head with an intensely frustrated grip. A bottle, with some sort of liquid inside. Could be poison, could be something else...Did she really care at this point? No. No, not really.
In fact, part of her hoped it was poison.
Just so she could be free of this pain.
Silently, she extended an arm toward the bottle. It expanded elastically, snaking itself through the space between them with little to no effort. Once in range, she took a firm hold of the neck, and pulled it toward her. ''And how the fuck is this supposed to help me?'' She said in an uncaring, but annoyed way, eyes glaring at the Demon. Kaza didn't even wait for an anwser though, violently shrugging before tossing her head backwards and chugging down the entire thing in a matter of seconds.
After the last burning drop of alcohol slid down her throat, she swung her entire body forward again and shattered the bottle against the rocky ground. An intense shiver coursed through her body, along with that unbearable burning sensation that pulsated through her throat. She panted heavily, groaning and grunting in pure, furious annoyance. ''Is this what you pathetic excuses for fighters drink to wash away your sadness...!?'' She hissed agressively, waiting in a moment of pause. Kaza only then realized how pathetically hypocrytical her insult was.
''Give me another. Now.''
Kaza then listened to the Demon's ''offer'', for the lack of a better term. What he said really resonated with her new wants and needs. To see the Saiyans, Xylo and his man, and the entire Galaxy wallow in death and despair...It sounded like the greatest thing imaginable. A sickening, sadistic smile crept up on her face.
''Blow up Vegeta...? You're damn right I will...Once I climb out of this limbo.'' She muttered angrily, yet continued to listen. Mammon seemed to be on the right track to satisfy Kaza's sickening wishes. Death, chaos, destruction, and whatever 'edgy' stuff you could name- all of it was music to her ears, yet there was ONE small complaint she had.
She groaned a tired and nettled mess, eyes filled with the need for blood gazing directly at Mammon. ''Infighting...I'd rather cause all of that chaos and death myself, have those disgusting excuses for people scream and cry for mercy...Make it seem like you'll spare them...'' She paused her edge-filled, hate-filled rant with a sigh of longing. A sigh of lust, a dreamy sigh. HER dream. ''And then blow their fucking heads off anyway!''
A foot lifted from the ground and stomped back on it, like a toddler that didn't get the toy that they wanted. The parent was the universe, and the toddler was Kaza, the toy being her life. ''But we BOTH know I'm too WEAK for that...!'' She hissed ashamedly, stomping the ground once more to emphasize. Teeth clenched together, still frustrated over her own incompetence and weakness. Maybe it was a good thing she was dead- it'd give her the opportunity to maybe, just maybe, grow strong enough to spread that chaos herself.
But beggars can't be choosers, and Kaza had certainly devolved into a beggar. The Majin scoffed loudly, lifting her eyes to glance at Mammon before lowering to the ground again. ''Whatever, fuck it! I know you're trying to manipulate me, but I'll play along...All I want is to see the world burn anyway.''Seeking help, imagining what life would be like if she didn't make these mistakes...
''If only'', ''If only'', ''If only''...
The third stage, Bargaining.
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES:
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Post by Mammon on Aug 1, 2017 12:55:42 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
It was like looking through the what if mirror if he had devolved into a merciless brute, well more of one, and less handsome of course, he might've been the one standing there instead of Kaza, so he understood where she was coming from, but he couldn't help but be disgusted by the display, but he couldn't honestly say he hadn't been there at one point, but still, hate what you know.
He weathered the storm of insults, he looked on as she all but fell apart around him. "If, ifs and buts were candy and nuts we'd all have a merry Christmas." he made another bottle appear from thin air with a wave of his hand and he tossed it towards the fuming majin. "But they're not, and you know and I know you're not strong enough. Not yet anyway." he pushed himself up from the stone throne with a kick that left a neat hole in the masonry, he began to circle Kaza looking her up and down like a jeweler looking for imperfections on his prized rock, or more truly like a slave on the block, looking up and down and down like there was so much meat instead of human being, all but checking her teeth for rot. "But if you channel your hate if you learn to wield it, well there's little that could stop you."
"But-" he kicked up a patch of dirt with one of his bare feet revealing an oiled tarp, he peeled it back with a toe and revealed two weathered sabers. "-Passion without discipline is merely a child's tantrum." and he rolled them one by one onto his foot and flipped them up and into his hand's in an act worthy of any juggler. "I won't waste my time for a second if I don't think you're committed, and before you say 'what do I need you for, now that I have the plan'. The answer is simple, in the space of five minutes I gave you a purpose, I gave you a plan to bend the universe over your knee." he tossed the sheathed blade towards her in an underarm throw. "Imagine what I could give you in a day, a week, a month. A year."
"That's why I want you to learn to use a sword, I don't care if you actually ever use it in a fight, but I want to see your conviction." and he drew out his in one languid movement leveling it at Kaza The Betrayed, "your discipline." which he firmly believed to be none existent. "It's easy to do what you're good at, but I don't think you want easy, you want to improve, and you've got all you can with raw strength. Now set your strength relative to mine, and draw." he didn't wait for a reply he came on strong and heavy, reeling back his arm and sending it forward in a series of thrusts that left the air humming their wake.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Aug 2, 2017 22:14:22 GMT
| Hellion |Kaza's PL: 229,640 Kaza's current PL: 30,000 (Ki Setting) |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Evil Majin (x11/x15)
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A loud, uncaring scoff came from Kaza as she caught the bottle flawlessly. Lobbing off the cork with a flick of her thumb, she took a swig, paused, and then took another. Her mind was a tired, exhausted haze- not even paying any attention to Mammon, who had been circling her for quite a while now.
Not to say it wasn't annoying- because it sure as hell was. Circling the bottle, the liquid sloshed and whirled inside of it. She stared at it with distant, longing eyes, letting out another deep sigh before taking another swig. To think someone with such youthful innocence as Kaza could devolve into a grumpy alcoholic within the span of minutes...Pathetic.
Mammon spoke up, and would only receive an uncaring, sideways glare before she looked back again. ''Tell me something I don't already know...'' She groaned in a raspy, irritated tone. Hatred and anger made the world go 'round, and is the exact thing that lead to power. Without anger, without hatred, everyone would be weak- there'd be nothing to grow stronger for.
With all the hate that Kaza felt, it'd only be a matter of time before she'd become unstoppable.
The tearing of dirt and tar caught her attention once more- and she glanced toward the Demon again. Curiously, she continued to watch as Mammon uncovered to dirtied blades. Yet this wasn't the main thing she was focussing one...It was his words.
''Waste your time..?''
She spoke in spiteful surprise, eyes widening as her grip on the bottle's neck tightened. Her brows furrowed, eyes lowering into thin, hateful slits. Kaza was forebodingly silent, and stood up to face Mammon. When the blade was tossed at her, she smacked it away with the back of her hand, not paying it the slightest bit of attention. ''Do you think this is some sort of fucking job interview, Mammon?!'' Kaza snarled viciously, disobeying the Demon's ''orders'' and skillfully dodging past all of his attempted thrusts. To Mammon's eyes, it'd appear as if she wasn't even moving. Her speed was much too high to process in comparison to his.
''You dare give me ORDERS, Mammon...?!'' The Majin hissed as she continued to stare at him. In a sudden burst of speed, Kaza'd appear before him, thrusting forward a hand to get a tight grip on the Demon's throat. ''I finally realize that I was nothing but a pawn, a tool of war, and had all of my dreams SHATTER before my eyes...And you have the nerve to speak to me as if you hold any power over me?!’ Like you’re recruiting me for your own selfish agenda!?'' Kaza'd shout in his face in utter rage and ruthlessness. Her power spiked up to monstrous levels, involuntarily rising to levels she thought impossible. A subconscious bluff, only holding the pure intention to intimidate and terrify the Demon.
''We’ve got a common goal now, Mammon- and I’m NOT against cooperating...But you better watch your FUCKING tone!''
A vicious purple aura raged around her, shattering and splitting the ground underneath them. Rock and stone evaporated when it came in contact, quickly expanding into a larger and larger crater. ''I don’t care if it’s pointless, but I WILL blast you into oblivion again if you think you can get away with all that arrogance!'' Kaza's teeth grit against one another in pure anger. It was quite obvious that the way Mammon spoke to her insulted her greatly, and even made her feel quite hurt. Almost as if no one in the universe truly cared about her, and only wanted to use her as a tool. Just like the SSE has done all of those years...
With a deep breath, she'd let go of Mammon's throat, and reduce her power level back to what it was originally, before finally lowering it to a level that was equal to Mammon's. ''Trust me...You don’t want to miss out on an ally as powerful as I...'' Kaza spoke in a calmer tone, snapping her fingers to magically create two brand new blades that fell to the ground. The swords were completely identical, their blades curved elegantly. The Majin sighed, trying to calm her nerves and anger. There was no use wasting it on Mammon, he shared a goal with her, after all.
No, no. Her rage was best preserved to destroy those she truly hated now. First, the SSE. Then, the galaxy.
''Now...If you're not shitting yourself in fear, we can continue- but it's up to you, Mammon.''
All of this empty sadness she felt- The cold realization of reality. The 4th stage, Depression.
There was no Depression. There was only a thirst for blood, a lust for revenge.
Hate.
[UT3]Ki Intimidation used briefly to intimidate Mammon! PL was briefly increased to 3,789,060/5,166,900!! [UT2]Ki Setting used afterwards to reduce PL to 30,000.
[UT]Magic Materialization used to poof two brand new swords into existence.
TAGS: Mammon OOC NOTES: Sorry this took a bit, wasn't sure what to do, but I hope this is alright
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Post by Mammon on Aug 15, 2017 6:59:08 GMT
| Hellion | Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
It was going so well he had broken her, and now he was rebuilding her by painful bit he just didn't expect the pain to be coming from him. As fast as lightning, no lightning he could see, lightning he could dodge, he could dance on a bolt of thunder and rend it asunder, she moved at speeds impossible. Now there was this painful pressure on his neck and it was only getting worse, tighter and tighter he could feel his wind pipe about to collapse, the world swam before bleary eyes. What could he have done differently this time, obviously not tick off someone who could snuff you out as easily as a candle, but beyond that? 'It was nice having a body while it lasted' he thought in his final moments.
He was released and collapsed on the ground like a sack of wet towels, he sucked in air greedily filling his lungs to the brim as a man dying of thirst would gulp down water, too much air. The world came into sharp focus like someone had pulled a body sized band-aid from him, he wanted to cry, but he didn't let himself, well sure his eye's watered and there was a slight trembling of the lip but who was watching, her. He sprang up in one fluid motion his voice was croaky and strange to his own ear's, "Right, gotcha." his hand went to his throat massaging the as he tried to work a bit of life back into it.
"Of course." he dusted himself off and picked up his blade, and came at her again, not as strong as last time still reeling from his near fatal suffocation. He started off with some simple lunges trying to create space between the duo, for all his brush with second death he had practiced the sword all his life and flowed into the forms as naturally as a fish takes to water. "Do you want to hear a joke Kaza?" he didn't wait for a reply, say one thing about Mammon he likes the sound of his own voice. "The Solar Empire was inactive until Xylo stepped onto the board, all the power they've gained is through him." he made sweeping stroke, forward lunges, going out for strokes that went up and down, came from the side and made him move with the angle, he was searching for her range, her strengths and most of all her weaknesses.
"They survive on war, and die on peace." he was started to warm to this spar, he hadn't had a decent sword fight in a very long time, he was either hopelessly outclassed or could shatter someone like glass, this was a real fight, a battle of equals or at least someone coming down to his level, that rankled him somewhat. But a man caught in the desert must take what water as is offered, and he drank deeply. "And they elected a queen who wants peace, or says she wants one, that's like saying she will strangle her own people."
"But I guess that's the punchline." Sorry about how long this took, I haven't been really here of late, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things.
Majin Kaza
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Rhytid
Moderator
Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
Great Namek (x5) Meikai no Senshi (x8)
Zeni: 2,040
Tag: @rhytid
OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
Posts: 413
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Post by Rhytid on Sept 3, 2017 23:34:57 GMT
Mammon your word count is 3,781 and your PL gains are 8,696! Old PL: 132,219 >> New PL: 140,915 Oops, seeing as I play Kaza, I can't grade her myself. Bing Gan help me out here would'ya?
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on Sept 4, 2017 7:25:07 GMT
Majin Kaza your Word Count is 4,383 and your PL Gains are: 7,013! Current PL: 263,219 > NEW PL: 270,232!
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