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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 13, 2017 3:33:50 GMT
[PL: 352,629 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,284,128]
There was commotion in Castle Mazoku. Soldiers frantically carried massive piles of plates and cups from one room to the next, Namekian's who'd been assigned jobs as Hunters pulled massive hunks of Namek Dinosaur meat down the halls towards the newly-installed kitchen, and a few mercenaries of different races were bringing in dessert's of all shapes and sizes. It was pure chaos, and it was the kind one wouldn't expect to see from bloodthirsty warmongers. "Looks like its going well so far," Xylo commented from the head seat of the feast hall. "Indeed, my lord. By my estimate, the feast's first course should be ready in just an hour." The dinosaur-faced Namekian at his side bowed, a pleased smile on his face. "Psh. It'd only take 15 minutes if we used this recipe I found online." Cassia, the human woman on Xylo's opposite side, chewed idly on some gum as she showed the Mazoku Lord the screen of her mobile device. The mutated assistant dropped his jaw, but before he could speak, Xylo responded in his stead. "We'd be losing a lot of flavor for speed. Just look at the reviews. I bet they're all complaining about bland meals." Cassia rolled her eyes as she scrolled, but was surprised to see Xylo was right. She let out an annoyed huff, blowing her gum into a bubble before letting it pop. "Whatever. I'll be in the lab. Just call me when your extra flavor gets the meals done." She stomped away, texting someone on her phone as she exited. The Namekian assistant smirked as he watched her walk off. "Hmph. She thinks she's so great with her 'Red Eclipse' this and 'Red Eclipse' that. It's a good thing you put your foot down, my lord." "Don't get too cocky because I sided with you for once, Babosa. Go check on our chefs; make sure they don't overcook everything." Babosa nodded worriedly, stepping backwards towards the kitchen as he stammered. "O-of course, my lord. For the Mazoku!" Without another word, he hurried into the next room, slamming the doors shut behind him. Xylo gave the room a close look now that he was alone. The feast hall was a rather new addition, added to the west wing of the castle just days after word had come of victory on Yardrat and the Gemini. Despite the hasty job, the room looked just as nice as the rest of the castle, thanks in part to the magic of the volunteer Dragon Mystics in the building efforts. The rooms layout was fairly simple. It was a rectangular room, with a small rise in the center, which meant you'd need to walk up a small set of stairs to reach the dining tables. Speaking of, the tables were laid out for quite a large audience; two tables almost as long as the room extended from Xylo's position, each long enough to seat a hundred people or more. Xylo's personal table was much smaller, seating at most ten people. It was reserved for himself and the guests of honor, who would hopefully arrive before the rest of the army did. A few mercenaries who'd volunteered to assist were currently laying plates and cutlery down at the last few seats. It would only be a matter of time before they were ready to open their doors to the public, and by the sound of things, there was already a crowd.
Sax Samba Dantalion Basil Ais gogmagog Helix Crust ass You've all been invited to sit at Xylo's table! Flavor the invitation how you like, but make sure you arrive before the tables are set in two rounds so we can have a little greeting before we chow down. |
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Post by Dantalion on Aug 13, 2017 5:46:47 GMT
From atop the pinnacle of a tower, two hulking masses of flesh drew and speed across the room with lighting speed, arms sprawled out as the dup carved and cut through paperwork with pens in hands signatures here, the stamp of approval there and the odd letter of warning for defiance of the rule. Even now with this war finally at a close defiance still managed to stand strong against Xylo. "Hey, Beta?" One of the dup pipped up from the corner of the room, his voice almost overshadowed by the spree of paper that had made cutting noises through the air as it fell to the ground. "Yes Alpha, what is it you need." He responded his voice deadpanned and unamused as he went through piles of piles of new paperwork that had to be filled out since taking the Gemini Cluster and Planet Beppa. "Didn't we have an invite to Xylo's halls for something?" Dantalion Beppa inquired, his voice not so sombre and filled with ill intent.
It caused Dantalion a brief pause as the flurry of movement halted, paper half done and falling into the air as he looked at his calendar, shaking his head in response. "No, it doesn't appear to be so." He responded before coming back to his flurry of movement, catching the falling paper and getting back to what was meant to be his only job. "Wait, but isn't that last year's calendar?" He continued as Dantalion paused and looked back up to see the date sprayed in tiny print. "Oh... Well.... Hmm. It seems we may have a problem." He said, panicked words though his tone didn't sell the fact as he quickly rushed to his carbon copy, forcing the thing back into his body with a lot of violent force as he sucked the body straight back into him through the palm of his hand, leaving in its wake nothing more than some discarded flesh.
With that he was moving in a flash, a million thoughts running through his mind but the most pressing being, Why the fuck do we have a calendar from last year I didn't even exist in this plane then! He truly didn't know, maybe he put it up to give a more homely atmosphere, or maybe he was simply a masochist who wanted to make his life harder than it needed to be, becoming an Accountant was already pretty good at doing that anyway. He sprawled through the room, papers shifted and moved as to not make it any worse on himself as he looked for his Mazoku colours before coming across the patchwork sheet. He slowly pulled it out, brushing it off with as much care s no time could afford him as he looked it over, making sure the stitched words in the sorta font you would imagine to kick you in the dick read, Dantalion, The Puncher of Words onto Paper. And just above it was the glorious emblazoned Gi of the Mazoku. "Great, only took... Oh, of course, it took ten minutes why wouldn't it." He screamed, his words verberating through the tower and becoming a soft echo into the Feasting area.
He slipped on the coat, rushing down a flight of stairs as the words, Fuck, shit and Cunt were repeated with great vitriol as he stormed down the stairs, before coming to a halt and seeing what form he had been delegated to. Oh... I can't go like this. I gotta look regal goddamnit! This steps paused, the booming words silenced for a second as his skin tightened and shifted, the dancing garnet lights that played the part of eyes were twisted into reality, thin tendrils forming in his skull as eyes were made manifest with dull shades of green undertoned by the bloodshot lines that come from never learning the custom of blinking. His skull shifted and changed, the long jutting jaw drawn in as his features shrunk, shifting skin boiled and popped across his skull in wrinkled folds, adding the sense of time warring dragging him through a field of barbs. His teeth shifted into scalpel points, long and made to tear flesh asunder, though found the veal like taste far from appetizing. The leftover flesh from his massive body that had become rather short in this day and age had manifested in regal clothing, drawn out clothes made of what would appear to be fine wools and furs of unknown origin, most likely some Demon of a sort. "Right, here we go." He said, raising a hand as he looked at the spindly fingers, moving them a little to get used to the bodies functions. He took a few steps down, losing his balance a few times before readjusting to it. "Perfect. Now we can go without tripping all over the place." His grumbled words strange and drawn out as if from some age old vampire flick.
With all the effort of trying to be presentable out of the way, he walked down the steps with a frantic pace, a few clouds underneath his step to speed him up as he finally came to the feasting hall, the sound of clamour and noise echoing as he sighed. "Okay... Abjule I swear if you don't serve good food this night your fired." He muttered as he pushed open the doors, his dullard eyes bouncing and dancing between the soldiers that recognized this form, though that was far and few between. He held a hand between his clawed fingers, rolling them into a series of cracks as he approached Xylo's table, looking the lord over with a glance before taking a seat. Hopefully, he would recognize Ki, otherwise, this sort of disrespect might just get the man killed in a few short seconds. Though that didn't mean he was a coward, he took the seat closest to Xylo, taking in a deep breath before finally communicating with his lord for the first time in an age. "My Lord Xylo. It has been quite some time since we last met." he had to hold himself back, he wanted to prop his elbows on the table, cradle his head in his open palms but figured disrespect was a good way to get him killed. "I must inform you, a new soldier that just recently joined our ranks. Gogmagog." He paused, giving him a chance to respond before continuing, "He has killed Purika." A rare smile crossed his unsightly visage. Spreading such a rumour was sure to inflate the man's ego, and more importantly, it was a funny ass rumour to spread that someone so weak managed to kill a Super Saiyan. It at the very least should damage their reputation. "Oh, and I heard you have taken us a Vassal Lord by the name of Koshu was it?" He paused, if he had the chance he would look over some files but hadn't the chance, "Do you need me to redirect some soldiers to Beppa? Or are we to leave him to his own devices?" He inquired, his job was to count coin not redirect forces, but he also needed to know where the soldiers weer and holding most of the paperwork came with the job in the end.
Lord Xylo Current PL - 105,363
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Post by gogmagog on Aug 13, 2017 11:43:28 GMT
|A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku!|Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,526 Gogmagog's Current PL: 2,814 Gain Bonuses: HW | PL Multipliers: N/A
The dual suns of Namek were high in the sky. A gentle breeze blew the leaves in the trees and rustles the blue grass. It truly was a beautiful thing this planet, that was until you saw the hulking, blue demon by the name of Gogmagog. His white beard still stained with the blood of the last thing he ate. The Demon was hunched over sitting against a tree fiddling with something in his hands. Upon closer inspection it would seem that he was threading a large piece of string through what looked like a big toe! The toe once belong to Purika, the Sayian that had attempted to defend the Gemini. "Ahha!" Gog shouted victoriously as he managed to push the sting through a hole he made through the bone of the toe. Once completed Gogmagog threw it around his neck, letting the toe hang in the center of his chest for all to see. Just as he finished a messenger brought a piece of paper to him.
"Gogmagog I've finally found you! I tell you what I've searched the Castle up and down for you." The messenger huffed and puffed from exhaustion, it was clear that he'd been running all over the place to find him. The smaller Demon handed the envelope towards Gogmagog.
Gogmagog snatched the letter from the Demons hands and tore it open, ripping the whole letter in half. "Me ain't 'ungry ya git." Gog rose to his full 7 feet and shoved the letter back into the smaller Demons hands forcing him to stumble back.
The little Demon recomposed himself, this wasn't the first time he'd dealt with Gog. "Uh, Gog. Lord Xylo is holding a feast tonight and he wants you to attend. It's starts at six o'clock but you are to be there before that." With that the little Demon turned on his heels, ripping up the grass that was under foot, and made his way back to the castle.
The gentle breeze took the remnants of the letter and carried them away somewhere over yonder leave Gog to mull over the request. "Me is gon' gets food for feast me finks." Gog said out loud as he grasped his bone club in hand. It didn't take Gog long before he came across a small ship stocking wildlife from Earth. This one appeared to be carrying pigs.
"Aye. Me is takin' one of your piggies." The Demon shouted to the Earthling as they were herding the animals. The sudden sight of the Demon, who held his club over his shoulder was enough to make the man run and hide in his ship. This was going to be alot easier than Gog had expected!
It was as simple as giving the pig a solider whack on the back of the head and throwing it over his shoulder. BAM! Dinner was sorted. Now it was time for the hike back to the Castle. Already Gog could see a crowd forming outside of the castle ready to celebrate the victory. The Castle stood solid and foreboding, it's very presence sending a shiver down the spine of the Dominions enemies.
Gogmagog pushed his way through the crowd, growling and those he stared to long and kicking any who didn't move out of the way quick enough. Slowly but surely he made his way to the large doors that would lead to the dining room. Gog pushed into it with his foot, sending the doors flying on their hinges and slamming against the walls. The sounds echoed through the very empty hall. The Demon paced towards both Dantalion and Xylo, the doors screeching on their hinges as the closed.
Gog stood their at his full 7ft tall, his muscles bulged and veins coursed through them. His body was littered with scars and wounds, and his body was scarcely covered in ripped garments much like Conan the Barbarian of the Demon Realm. A set of horns sprouted from his head, a set of artic blue eyes glared at Xylo. The Demons face was framed by a scraggly white beard.
The Demon paced towards the two, the pig still dangling over his shoulder. Once reaching the two Gog slammed the pig down onto the table dead in front of Xylo, the shock of it knocking over various glasses. "Me is Gog. Me is getted food for feast." Gog let the pig stay where it was and took a seat next to Dantalion. "You gits want me to light a fire for da piggy?" Gog asked. This was the first formal feast he'd attended so he was still a little unsure of how these things were meant to work. Gog reached down and grabbed the toe of Purika and began to nibble on the nail, the snap of it quite audible to the other too.
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Post by Samba on Aug 13, 2017 17:55:47 GMT
| A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 248,324
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,973,184 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Returning to Namek was interesting affair, specially when you had a tag-along with you that you quite clearly were now carrying them under your wing as an apprentice, to train them in the renowed Martial Arts of the Crane Style. So far there hasn't been much training besides talking about the practice and phylosophical aspects of using the school's techniques like the Kikoho, but soon enough he'll make sure Kaile at least learns one or two things before she could tackle the dangerous self-killing technique; the Kikoho.
Another interesting fact was how he heard that Xylo was back on his planet, but he made no move to approach the powerful Namekian just yet, quite frankly because when you heard that he was in mourning and burying his son you do not approach someone for simple pleasantries. He should know, after all, he buried his whole family and hometown when the Saiyans attacked and left him the sole survivor by mere chance. Knowing just how painful it could be, the muscular Zoanthroepe let the man mourn in peace.
He could try and meet him another day. He reasoned, and sometime later when he heard there was a big feast going on about the triumph on Yardrat and Gemini, he figured it was time to make himself known to the man and not hide anymore. Absently, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd met the likes of the lot he had saved back on Mazoku, or if Rhytid and Helix would make an appearance, even though their meeting has been very brief he was interested in those two, specially Helix and the strange looming power he possessed deep inside.
Shaking his head, the nineteen-year-old donned one of the Crane School's uniforms, figuring that going to a feast in nothing but his shorts and not much else might derive the wrong message and possibly incur the annoyance of Lord Xylo. Even so, he foregone with going with some shoes, because there weren't many that could accommodate his size and most of the time his claws just punched through the damndest things so going barefoot it was.
Butterflies began to dance through his stomach as he approached the location of the feast, his heart beating slightly faster as he saw the Mazoku Castle loom in the distance and getting closer the longer he approached its eerie structure.
As he walked he couldn't help but notice the small looks of fear and or curiosity that donned the faces of the Namekians nearby, he figured that some were still afraid of his outburst weeks ago when he learned the news of that Saiyan, of the SSE once more doing their stupid conquering ways on the helpless planets in the galaxy.
He didn't know if word got around that he had helped those back at Brenchian Gemini, the only ones that knew were Kaile, the Mazoku lot he helped at the time, and that one random Mazoku soldier who he ordered to give him the coordinates to that planet so he could go and kill that Saiyan.
Figuring that wondering about it would just give him a headache, he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he finally stood close to the doors of the castle. Taking a deep breath to still his nerves, the Zoan pushed the large double doors open. and more or less immediately he was approached by a Namekian with a serene expression on their faces. "Greetings, are you here for the gracious feast made with the blessing of our Lord Xylo?"
His stomach chooses that time to answer for him by growling quite loudly, earning a smirk from the Namekian as Samba blushed bashfully. "Well then, that's all the answer I needed. The feast is taking place in the west wing of the castle, do make haste before you miss the food." He was pushed towards the west wing by the Namekian, the Zoan letting himself be pushed before he began to use his own feet to guide him there.
Finally, after much walking the Zoan pushed the doors of the feast hall open, admiring its interior with an appreciative eye but then his attention was firmly set upon the Namekian with the highest power level in the room, and he couldn't help the shiver of dread that washed down his back at the immense power the man exuded. 'He's so strong... if I attack him he'd just flick me away like I was nothing! And this was the man that Walker choose to follow?'
Forcefully pushing his nervousness aside, the Zoan stood tall and approached the man's table, bowing respectfully once he was close. "Greetings, Lord Xylo. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." Standing up tall once again, the Zoan finally noticed the two individuals sitting close to Lord Xylo, and couldn't help but blink as his eyes settled on Dantalion and Gogmagog. "Oh hey, it's you two. I trust that whatever business you had on Gemini was done once we killed that obnoxious Super Saiyan, yeah?" He said without thinking of the consequences of admitting that he took part in such a situation, momentarily forgetting who exactly was in the room with them at the time.
He looked towards Gogmagog and winced as the loud sound of a nail breaking hit his sensitive ears, seeing that the brute was eating a toe of all things immediately made him look away, less he made a fool of himself by puking all over the table in disgust.
TAGS: Lord Xylo Dantalion gogmagog
OOC NOTES: His Crane School attire over yonder i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Gekido on Aug 13, 2017 18:32:51 GMT
The Heran stood in front of a mirror on the Fist of Namak. There was a Namak who was observing him as the Heran Grumbled, "I hate this." He was in a dress suit. He had never worn won in his life. Being a warrior he had always known to fight and kill there was no time to relax or be fancy. Today, however, today was different. He was not going to fight today; he was going to a feast. This feast was not some galactic warlord feast where he traps them all and forces them all to kill each other. No, this was a feast hosted by Lord Xylo. The Lord of the Mazoku and his boss. He had been told by the Namak he should be formal. The word went over his head at first but now he knew what it meant. He hated it. However, he thought it was for the best he had looked in a book this was how you treated one with respect. Dressing up like a drunk would not get Xylo's Favor. "Yes, you look fine." The Namakian said putting a hand to suppress a laugh, "Shut up I'm going." He said embarrassed as he walked out of the ship and walked towards the castle. It was supposed to be some big event so he had to be on his best behavior.
Gekido walked towards the front of the castle seeing the small line as he walked through, "Mazoku Solider coming through." He said as the people looked at him with respect but also an annoyance. The Namak at the front looked at as him as Gekido spoke, "I am Gekido was invited formally by Xylo." He nodded letting Gekido step in as he began to walk towards where everyone was. He put his hands in his pocket as he walked just thinking of what he should say when he arrived. He stood in the door way in his suit looking inside all embarrassed in his suit. He got up the nerve to step putting on a big smile though on the inside he hated himself. These Suits were the worst. He walked in to see first the demon Dantallion. They had met before this Whole Mazoku thing on earth. He had nearly killed the poor demon but now they were allies. He gave him a smirk barely hearing what he was seeing but he did see the other Large Demon. He seemed quite Dumb he had brought food for the feast? Wait.... was he supposed to bring food. He got himself confused as he stared at the Demon who began to chew on something that caused a snap. He'd look at him not sure what it was but it was clear it was some sort of trinket. He turned again to finally see a large dog man who was talking how they had defeated a super Saiyan. One of these three were that powerful. He knew it was not the Dandy boy but maybe this Gog or Samba had defeated a super Saiyan. Perhaps it was a good idea to come after all. Maybe he could absorb their knowledge and become even stronger. He bowed his head pulling up a chair for himself to the left of Gog, "Greeting Lord Xylo and Greetings Gog." He said as he sat down eying all them who were here.
(Shorter then your guys kek)
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Post by Zexama on Aug 14, 2017 8:59:00 GMT
Imagine perfect perfectness. Imagine a land with nothing but the constant scent of sugar. Zexama was skipping through a field of french fries while wielding a lollipop that was roughly five Zexamas in length. The lollipop, however, was not a mere mortal lollipop. This lollipop was as sentient as me and had edges that were sharper than any crisp that had ever existed in the universe. It was more than a simple lollipop however, it was a part of Zexama, the second half of her soul, her other--- wait, Zexama what are you doing!?!” The scouter that was on the side of the pink majin’s face was completely horrified to see the actions Zexama was committing. ”Oh, sorry, it looked too good to attack things with, it’d only ruin the yummy yummy flavour, ya know?” Zexama was nibbling on the enormous lollipop with nothing short of great difficulty before something very unusual happened. ”Zexammmmmaaaaaaaaa, ZEXAAAAMAAAAA!” A confused look appeared from Zexama before she suddenly woke and raised her head with high speed. Smashing her head against something she had created a massive dent, in the something, which turned out to be a tree trunk. However, more importantly,she noticed that she had slightly damaged the scouter that was trying to wake her up. ”uhhhhh, I think you broke my messaging system, it had the invitation to Xylo feast, I wish I could--”
Zexama moved the trunk out of the way and began a full sprint towards the Castle, surprising her scouter into silence. ”That’s funny, who needs invitations these days?” With great acceleration, she sped across the green fields and the pools of water of Namek. Causing her surroundings to move from the wind created by her speed was nothing new for the pink majin. As the candy princess gained even more speed she approached a few trees that were the perfect size for royal guards. As she shot past like a bullet, she grasped two trees and uprooted them from the ground and covered them in golden dust. In a matter of seconds the two trees had been transformed into two, towering guards. The two guards didn’t know how to move as they still thought they were trees, as a result of this, Zexama had to stop and pick them up before continuing her flight to the castle. The two candy knights were coloured bright pink and were at least four meters high. This didn’t stop Zexama dragging them across the ground and creating two massive trail behind them.
When just outside the Castle Zexama was surprised to see that the crowd that had gathered at the entrance. She was however extremely excitied that the crowd was there for her...and other. Realising that it would be difficult to move all these people out of the way she used the two guards to her advantage. Throwing them forwards, one landed behind the people creating a loud crashed followed by complete silence. ”W-what is that…?” Everyone’s attention then shifted to the second guard as it landed next to the first. They were the perfect guards, as of now they would not be intimidated by anything, the strongest warrior wouldn’t make them even flinch, because they didn’t know flinching was possible, they still thought they were just trees being chucked around.
Zex’s scouter attempted to communicated while being half broken. ”Good thing you made computers inside of their heads. I’ll be able to program them to behave properly!” Amazed at her own intelligence, Zexama held her head high before noticing that people were starting to panic about the two massive candy guards. ”Yeah go for it! Just make sure they sound exactly like me though. The scouter made a few beeps before displaying a quick summary of the process on the screen. In a very short amount of time the coding was down and the two guards straightened up. Both with swords the size of their body they stood apart and made signals with their swords to the crowd, giving a message to move out of the way. With an excited smile on her face, Zexama skipped along the newly opened path creating a red carpet in front of her as she stepped.
The two, pink, four meter, candy guards slowly followed Zexama before she arrived at the door. Raising her leg she kicked them both open, not hard enough to break them off the hinges, of course. Then two voices, that sounded exactly the same as Zexama’s, commanded the room. ”Princess Zexama, the Princess of Candy. The two namekian guards were confused whether to bow or to attack but had no time to decide as the candy guards took their position to guard the door. Zexama looked at the room to see a bunch of random peeps that she had never seen before, they were probably not important. She then saw the namekian that was super strong. As she remembered, the name of the guy was Zilo. ”Hey Zilo! I heard there was a feast.” Zexama noticed there was a seat free next to the Mazoku Lord. To be polite, Zexama would give Xylo the privilege of being able to sit next to none other than the candy princess herself.
Looking at everyone else on the table she waved and gave a quick point of the finger and clicked her tongue towards a blue dude (Gekido). Knowing that Zexama had been practising move for quite some time the scouter congratulated her for pulling it off. Awesome job Zex, that looked really hip.” Replying under her breath to keep her awesome reputation, ”Thanks! I’ve been practising it for like two days.” Pulling out a small lollipop, she began to nibble on it as a little appetiser before the main course.
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Post by Ais on Aug 14, 2017 11:13:01 GMT
Thread PL: 56 208 Heavy weights active! Sensed PL: 14 052 Ais was in the barracks at the castle, reading through a book he picked up on the way home. It looked interesting, but the Changeling lord came to the conclusion that it was nothing but dreck. With a title like "Fantasia's Fantasies," what else would you expect? Still, he decided to give it a chance. He had just gotten to the part where Fantasia Steele was going to get back together with her jerk of an ex-boyfriend. "Fantasia, what are you doing? It's clear he has not changed his ways. You should simply destroy him." "Uh... sir?" The voice of a young Namekian drew Ais's attention. With widened eyes, he shut his book and shoved it under his pillow. "Yes? What do you want?" He acted natural after that. "Lord Xylo has invited you to the feast tonight, sir. To sit at his personal table.""His personal table? My, what did I do to deserve that honor, I wonder." He figured it must have been about one of the battles he had been in recently. This WAS a victory feast. Ais had intended to go, of course, but now that he knew he was going to be sitting at Xylo's table, he had to wear something special... but what? Ais hadn't gone clothes shopping the whole time he had been here. All he had was his armor! "Anything else, soldier?" The young Namekian shook his head in response. "You are dismissed then." "Yes sir." Before he turned to leave, the young Namekian bowed respectfully. "Th-Thank you for your service to the Mazoku and my people!" He scurried off after that. Ais look at him strangely as he left. He had never been thanked like that before. It honestly felt good. He wasn't doing it for the Namekians, but the recognition sure felt nice. "Oh, right. Dinner attire." Ais got up from his bunk and began to look through his trunk. If he was back at his castle in Kabocha, he would have had plenty of outfits to choose from. But now, he had nothing. "One moment..." Ais mumbled to himself, picking out a small, thin brown box. He opened it to discover a most welcome sight; his cape. His royal cape. Ais paused as he looked at his father's insignia emblazoned in black on the purple cape; a horned demon's skull covered in frost. He hadn't worn that since his home was invaded. He took the cape out and swung it around his shoulders, pinning it to his armor. He found a mirror and looked at himself. Wearing this cape took him back to when he was Crown Prince Ais. It was perfectly fitting to wear to a feast where they were celebrating their victory over the Saiyans. Ais smirked to himself. "Well, then. To the feast." Ais made his way down the halls of the castle. Everything was abuzz. Everyone wanted in on this feast to celebrate their victory. As the Arcosian came to the doors of the mess hall, he gave his name to the doormen before they could ask. "Ais. Lord Xylo is expecting me.""Oh, one of the guests of honor! Please, do come in." The two Namekians opened the door for the Changeling and he stepped inside. He was impressed by the setup. It reminded him of the parties they would have back at Kastle Kuul. He looked for the Mazoku Lord, noticing him nearby. A few had even come up to greet him. Two he recognized, but one he did not. She was pink little girl. Was she important? He had never seen her before. She looked like a Majin, the same as that Kaza character. Deciding not to hang back any longer, Ais approached Xylo's table, bringing a fist up to his chest to salute his Lord respectfully. "Lord Xylo. Its been awhile. Good to see you. I am honored to receive an invitation to sit at your table." After that respectful greeting, Ais's expression grew somber. "And... I heard about Digeri. My condolences, lord. If there is ever anything you need from me..." |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 14, 2017 11:41:58 GMT
It wasn't long before the honored guests arrived, and as expected, they arrived in packs. Dantalion was the first to show his face, disguised in a slightly more human skin. An odd choice, given that Demon's were definitely not discriminated against in the Mazoku. If this event were hosted by Helix, however, maybe things'd be different. The Demon greeted Xylo, and the Mazoku Lord nodded back.
"Indeed. It has been too long. I'm glad to see you're safe."
Dantalion continued, mentioning some new soldier in the ranks with an odd name. He'd apparently killed a Super Saiyan! Xylo couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess the golden hair doesn't show for much these days. Where is this 'Gogmagog'? I think he needs a seat at the table." His question was answered shortly, as the corpse of an earthling animal slammed onto his plate. Xylo snapped towards the offending animal, then up to its owner. He had half a mind to blast the orc back to its home, but the quick introduction doused the flames of the Namekian's snap judgement just in time.
"No. I'll have the chef's roast this one for you. It's a... Pleasure to meet you, soldier." Gogmagog took his seat quickly enough, falling right next to Dantalion. There has never been a more dynamic duo in all the universe, Xylo joked to himself.
Dantalion posed one other question; something about the affairs on Beppa. The Namekian nodded, almost wanting to ignore the question for how much trouble he'd been through. "Koshu should be fine with the platoon I left him. Three hundred men or so. We can go over the paperwork together after the feast, if you want."
As the dead pig was wheeled off, a few more guests arrived. Gekido, Xylo's newest apprentice, took a seat next to Gogmagog, and a few higher-ranking Mazoku had squeezed through the crowd to take their seats early. The most interesting, however, was the Zoanthrope. Dressed in the regal attire of a school Xylo had only heard of in passing conversation was Samba, the man who, reports say, saved the hides of most of the men on the Brenchian Gemini. Despite what Dantalion had tried to joke and jest with earlier, there was no way Gogmagog could have taken down that Super Saiyan without this Earthling's help.
The Mazoku Lord stood up, bowing in return to Samba's greeting. "The pleasure is mine, Earthling. I must thank you for your assistance in reclaiming the Brenchian Gemini from the Solar Empire scourge. You deserve a spot at this table as much as anyone else, so please take your pick." He waved his hand to the table, offering a seat. The Zoanthrope could plop himself down next to Gekido and Gogmagog, or on the opposite side by Xylo himself. The choice was his, but he wouldn't have long to make it, as the last of the honored guests were arriving.
With as much flair as any one being could muster, Zexama strolled into the room. She sat herself down right next to Xylo's seat, before making a pass at Gekido of all people. He chuckled at the incredibly informal display, and nodded to the Majin. "Not what I expected, I'll admit... But welcome, all the same."
As Ais approached, Xylo leaned over to Dantalion, whispering softly. "Finally someone doesn't kick the damn doors."
The Arcosian saluted as he reached the table, receiving one in kind from his Lord. He spoke positively for a moment, though changed the subject to one more somber. The Mazoku Lord shook his head, eyes turned down as he spoke. "Thank you, Ais. The best you can do is continue to give me your service. You've been doing quite admirably so far." He looked up at the Arcosian, and smirked. "Now, sit down and lets get to feasting!" He laughed, snatching a golden goblet that was situated in front of him off the table, and raising it above his head as he stood up.
"Guards! Open the gates!"
The two guards, flanked by Zexama's strange candy entourage, obliged. They moved outside, ordering the outer guards to open the gates. They slowly creaked open, and the soldiers and officials outside flooded inside. It'd be but a few moments before each and every seat was filled. What the guests of honor decided to do with that time was up to them.
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Post by Dantalion on Aug 14, 2017 13:18:59 GMT
He reeled a little into his chair, the care of his lord was one that left him a little-surprised considering he was nothing more than a glorified accountant. "As I am you, my lord." He responded, his spindled fingers dancing and tapping against one another in a rhythmic metronome, "I mean, it's just some gold hair. Really should never have been synonymous with power, especially if Gogmagog was capable of beating them." He responded with a jovial chuckle than with a sigh knowing how much even one Saiyan dwarfed most of the lord's current forces. This lot should train harder I suppose. If one Saiyan was that much of a threat than what chance does his army really stand. He thought to himself, not considering himself part of the rabble of war, even though he seemed to be put in the position around two times more than he liked. "Oh... You want to me-" His words cut off in a flash as he heard the sound of doors banging against walls, a sound he shouldn't ever really hear but felt like with this rabble would hear a lot of it. "As I was saying if you want to-" And once again his words severed to twain as he saw a large uncooked pig slapped against the table, cutlery and glasses upturned though he made short work in catching his own and placing it with the utmost care. "And thus you have your chance." He said in a resigned tone simply waiting for another interruption to erupt as he turned to Gogmagog extending a hand with a forced smile. "Ahh. Gogmagog I see you are..." He paused as he looked to the toe, his eyes widened as he watched him raise it to his teeth and let out a guttural crunch.
"So Lord Xylo. As for the paperwork, we can handle it... Anytime you find comfortable." His features twisted and shifted at the way Gogmagog treated the situation, that and how the hell he managed to get an invitation to this soiree of a feast, instead pulling himself a little down into his chair to make sure the Lord couldn't see him pinching himself to assert he wasn't in some nightmare, continuing it a few times until up came the Zoanthrope, or as he was sure was a more apt term, 'Werewolf'. He brought up the Saiyan, raising a brow as his ruse might soon be up before signing. "Well. Most everyone. Me and Gogmagog here still had to see the king, get the paperwork done, read through their economic situation, income and all that fun jazz." He finished with an apt pair of jazz hands waving it about for the shortest breadth of time before pulling them back down and pinching one more time for certainty that he hadn't been dropped into a nightmare before realizing that sometimes, like dreams, nightmares become reality.
And his Nightmare manifested once more as what he could only imagine was a pint-sized Kaza arrived. he took a short breath as he watched the thing not only kick in the doors, nay taking it one step further and breaking them off their hinges, quickly snapping his head fell into his hands as his spindly fingers rubbed his temple's as they brought with them a duo of towering guards who took position by the same door. There was no harm in it, the more guards the merrier but it seemed awful rude to him at least to kick down some doors and then station their own personal retinue at them and not even telling them to fix it.Oh for... He groaned internally all the while rubbing his temple's before pulling himself back up, shaking his head with an open palm pressed against his wrinkled forehead. Xylo slipped into comfort him, giving him in response an exacerbated tired look, his tongue running over his lips before letting out a sigh and responding. "I mean... At least they can't be kicked down again." He responded with a light hint of joy, missing out on the prestige of getting to wave to some Princess and only assuming that it couldn't be kicked down again since Gekido was now seated at the table and couldn't think up a way to outshine everyone else at the table.
And finally, strolled in a breath of fresh air, Ais had arrived, adorned in some fine fabrics finer than his patchwork cloak. Oh, thank Makai its Ais. He thought to himself as Ais took his seat and gave him a short lived smile, one of the few he had given to the others at this table since he had mostly been panicked by Gogmagog's actions. Finally, with Ais seated Lord Xylo stood up, raising his goblet as Dantalion done the same, though didn't follow in standing up with the Lord, letting him take the spotlight that he deserved. Though he quickly scanned the table, counting the numbers that had arrived realizing something was a miss. "My lord Xylo, a few seats are still empty." He said to the lord hearing the steps slowly rise, he was sure that some of those invited were just mixed in with the common rabble, but leaving seats open would only draw other less... Elites for lack of better term, towards them. "Do you need me to send a message to catch the last few? Or should we just leave them open for whoever to take their seat." He continued, unsure if this was some sort of power play to see who was confident in the Mazoku, or if it was simply some running late.
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Post by Kizuki on Aug 14, 2017 17:08:06 GMT
PL: 256,997 Ki Suppression Active - Current PL: 1,000 “Hello, folks! You’ve got three options: Fight me and become the latest, greatest flavor from the bright minds at Majiko Candy Company while I plant my shiny hiney on that nice throne you got down there. Submit to my rule as the new Hawdawg of the Universe – you can still have your queen and stuff, but you know, hawdawgs obviously outrank queens and so I get to tell her what to do. Or, big or here, you might want to listen up for this one. Or you can agree to do the right thing, by leaving Arcosian space and training all of your fire on the Mazoku instead of trying to gobble up the galaxy behind my back.”A voice could be heard all over Vegeta, synced into every and all radio communication devices, anything that could transmit the broadcast. The voice of... a child. An obvious threat to the people of the planet, to the current regime. In the wastelands of Vegeta a single Saiyajin stood still, his imposing frame leaning up against a Space Pod, the transmission coming through quite clearly. He was garbed in a much cleaner, sturdier set of battle armor than when he had arrived on the planet a few months ago, heavily muscled arms crossing over his armored chest. From there he watched the battle unfold, away from the fray but still able to trace the figures and the powers that were being emitted. Huge ki. Tremendous ki. A ki that rivaled his own as a Super Oozaru, yet clearly none of them were. The former Queen, from what he could tell by her power, her replacement, and a child. All outclassing him in every way. His fingers tightened into fists, his pride stung.
Then, there was the matter of the blue haired boy, the one who issued the threat to the planet, with no ki to be felt, going toe to toe with the current Queen of Vegeta. Android, like the other one who he had killed on Namek, apparently rebuilt. And the girl, the one from Hell named Tulip, fighting him. Other were there, giving on impressive energies, but his main concern was the trio of Saiyajin warriors. His grip tightened again, tail thrashing wildly behind him.
WARNING. BLUTZ WAVES CONFIRMED.
PROTECTIVE SHADES DEPLOYED.
His eyes opened. Was it a dream, or a nightmare? No, it was all real. The incredible powers that he saw on Vegeta were all real. Power that perhaps even Xylo could not stand up against, if that all united against him. That wasn't his main concern, though. The Mazoku Namekian could handle himself. Rather he needed to know why they were so damn strong. Had he been wrong about his form all along? As his eyes opened, he could see where he was. He was in his Space Pod, in the middle of traveling to his next course. The single window on his pod would be covered by a metal shade, blocking out the oncoming moon rays in an effort to protect the Saiyajin from transforming into an Oozaru. It would be a devastating scene if that were to happen out in the middle of space. His brooding form slouched a bit in the seat, arms crossed as they were before, face in a scowl. He'd slowly close his eyes again as the pod ripped through space towards its destination. Namek. The spherical transportation vehicle would slam directly into the planet, causing a crater to form around it from the impact. He didn't think Xylo had any docking ports for space ships on the planet, and the last time he arrived he had a more suitable ship. He destroyed it once he got back on Vegeta in an effort to hide himself from the Empire, not that he expected them to take him as an enemy, at least he figured they wouldn't. Though, he didn't have time to test the theory. He left Vennel and Kaza to their own devices, going up against Xylo in their own mission to protect Planet Vegeta. Kizuki stood his ground, not getting involved in a war of Kings, Queens, Lords and what have you. When they did not return he had assumed the worst had happened, that Xylo had killed them both, with or without the help of his Demon friend. He felt his power before. They didn't stand a chance, and he knew that. Perhaps he had tried to warn them? No, it wasn't his place to do so and neither Vennel nor Kaza would listen. His only objective was the protect the Saiyajin people. But even that goal was so far removed now. With the powers he felt before he left, was it even possible to do so? He left the pod where it landed, the Saiyajin took to the sky towards Castle Mazoku where his old friend took up residence. It didn't take long for him to find the place, under heavy guard no doubt, with what looked like a feast going on. He'd land at the gates, being promptly stopped by a Mazoku guard or two. When confronted, the Saiyajin simply grabbed one and threw him into the other, knocking them both away without much effort at all. He didn't intend to kill them, or anyone. Yet the day was still young, though hard to tell since Namek never did seem to have a night cycle. He could hear people gathering in the new wing of the castle, shoving his way inside and standing in the doorway. As usual, the black battle suit and white and red glossy armor covered his muscled form, white boots and gloves as well. His tail was uncurled from his form, swaying behind him freely, a crown of thick, black spikes sat atop his head, two thick "strands" falling over his forehead, just as it had from birth and never changing. Ever the one to demand attention, he gave a simple shout. Cold, black eyes glaring a hole into the Namekian, his arms at his side, curled into fists. His ki, it was insane. He was a match for those three Super Saiyajin for sure. "Xylo." His voice deep and stern, a hint of anger in him as he blurted out. Maybe he wasn't welcome here anymore after their last meeting a few months ago, and he wasn't quite sure what made him come back. Did he want some sort of revenge? Did he want to warn the Namekian? A ton of conflicting emotions and thoughts raced through his mind. He didn't feel his age at all. He felt much younger, and completely confused. "They died without suffering, I hope." That part blurted out without thinking much, in reference to Vennel and Kaza, the two comrades in arms he had made that apparently fell to Xylo in battle. "I don't feel their energy here, or on Vegeta so I'm assuming they're dead." Was he that concerned for them, or looking for something to talk about? He stayed true to his word to the Mazoku Lord, regardless. He stayed out of it. His legs felt like they were filled with cement, though he gathered up enough giusto to begin to walk forward, unaware of if anyone would even stop him from approaching Xylo at this point. It was almost as if he didn't pay any attention to all the others at all, nor did he care the Namekian was having some sort of feast, perhaps a victory party? He also didn't seem to notice the new set of guards rushing in behind him through the hall's massive doorway, shouting at him.
Kizuki jumping in this piece, biiiiiiiii. Also, as a note, the Vi Poi speech was C&P'ed from his first post in the Vegeta DE, and as such should not be counted towards my total WC for the thread, just wanted to reference it in total. Put it in the code thingy, so it's easy to tell apart.
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Majin Grape
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PL: 7,797
Dai Majin (x1/x3)
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OOC Name: Matt or Tacion
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Post by Majin Grape on Aug 14, 2017 22:06:34 GMT
Majin GrapePower level Offensive/Defensive: 5,585/16,755
[ A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku! ]
A feast was happening on Namek and it seems someone wasn't exactly invited. Well it was an open event, buuuuuut it was quite clear a certain someone probably doesn't deserve to attend. Majin Grape was just sitting around, the being simply had no place to be and no reason to go to anything and he filled his quota of causing trouble for the day. He finished beating up a couple punks that called him a chewed up piece of bubble gum, their broken bodies laying behind him letting out gasp of pains. It was sorta funny, the one time Grape doesn't want trouble, it seems trouble finds him anyway. He was seriously bored and it was starting to get on his nerves, then a brilliant thought popped in his head! Or well it was a simple thought that he treated like brilliance. "Grape will go to town and find some fun!" he said as he hopped off his butt and took to the sky. A brief time flying later he seen the first Namekian town and stopped by but he was surprised to find there was so few people there. He looked around and watched as a couple Namekians rushed passed him and down the road. It seems like they were late for something and Grape sworn he might have heard some say 'food' and 'feast' which he was surprised he didn't hear about! He ran over and to a near by Namekians who was pretty well-aged. Grape looked up at him and pointed his purple hand up at him and asked, "Old fart! Where is everyone?" The old man rubbed his eyes and looked down at the big ball of purple. The quiet Namekian didn't take to kindly to being called a 'old fart' but he let it slide and figured answering the question would be a lot less trouble, "They went to the feast being held by Lord Xylo at Castle Mazoku." Grape mouth opened with a bit of surprise, there was a feast and he didn't know it? It was at Castle Mazoku? Grape has never been to the castle before, but he has seen it. He was once even tempted to barge in and cause some trouble, but he could realize that doing so would most likely be suicide. The Majin waved at the old man and told him "thanks!" before flying into the sky and off in the direction of the castle. The Majin looked down as he flew and he could see a bunch of people traveling to the same place from all over, but there was too many considering these were just the stragglers running late. Grape sure hope he could get there before the place closed...but even if it closed Grape would just bust his way in since he doesn't really care for the word 'no'. There he could finally see the castle and to his surprise a whole bunch of people all standing out front. He got closer and closer and many more green heads began to gain detail as he got closer. He floated down above them for a bit thinking of what he would do. There was just so many people keeping him from getting in and he simply didn't care too much to wait, so with an extended hand a bit of pink ki began to glow, but before his power even really formed he sees the door swing open and people began flooding in. The Majin just shrugged and thought that would work too. The young boy flew inside taking note that some guards yelled at him to walk, but he didn't listen since he was hungry. He seen a open seat at the furthest end which he quickly called dibs on and floated into place. He was starving and he just couldn't wait to dig in, but something caught his attention. The purple majin glanced backwords at a small table near by which seemed to be filled with some very interesting people, one was a scary looking Namekian, a weird greenish Human looking thing, a big ol' Demon, a blueish man, and a dog guy! However with another look he could make out a Changling, he never seen one before but he has been told that is what they looked like and finally a pink Majin, which was nice to see that he wouldn't be the only Majin at this event. However, all these interesting people made Grape wonder and got him curious. This prompted him to lean on the back of his chair to look closer at the 'special people table' to see what made them so special and from his weight he caused the chair to tip backwards. "OOPS," the Majin thought as the chair fell on its back with a thud. All Grape could do was embarrassingly put the chair back up and pretend it never happened.
Note: Grape is in the house! My first open thread lol
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Post by gogmagog on Aug 15, 2017 11:06:54 GMT
|A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku!|Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 2,814 Gain Bonuses: HW | PL Multipliers: N/A
The chair creaked and groaned under Gog's weight as the Demon constantly shifted on it, attempted to find a comfortable position. As he done so, various people moved around the fix up the spilt glasses and tend to the pig. That was going to make a fine addition to dinner. Gogmagog's tongue darted out of his mouth and ran the length of his lips at the thought of the delicious swine. The toe nail of Purika was reduced to a grain paste in Gog's mouth as he ground it done with his teeth before swallowing it. Slowly but surely everyone began to pour into the hall, it started off with the muscular wolf man. This is one that Gog liked, they had met twice before, once on Namek when Samba was 'sight seeing' and the second time was of course when he annihilated Purika. Gog gave a simple nod towards the wolfman, recognizing his presence. Next filled in a Gekido, wearing quite the nice suit. For a very split second Gog's commonsense kicked in, realizing that perhaps he should have dress up more. This was shortly live though, much like alot of Gog's 'good ideas'. This Gekido sat himself next to Gog. The Demon turned to him a horrid attempt at a smile on his face, a smile so bad it would make milk curdle. "We is both blue. You ain't come from da Great Por'al din't ya?" Gog inspected Gekido looking him over. "Na you ain't looks like ya gotted enough scars!" Gog said with a hearty laugh, he followed this up by sloshing down what ever liquid was in the glass in front of him. The alcohol was quickly taking affect on Gog, seeing as in the Demon Realm he only had access to the equivalent of toilet wine.
An arrival followed up that made Gog's eyebrows cock. He watched as two delicious looking guards began to make sure the area was safe for some sort of princess to enter. A princess of Candy? Gog hadn't heard of Candy before. The Demon leaned over and got close to Dantalions ear. "Whot is Candy?" The Demon whispered as loud as an elephant would sneeze.
Ais! This one here was another warrior that had assisted in the destruction of the Sayain. Again Gog gave him a nod, maybe he'd complement him soon on his valor in battle, but that would be after the food was here.
The thought of Chefs roasting the delicious pig sent Gog's taste buds tingling. This might turn out to be a good dinner. It was now that Gogmagog would tune into his Ki Sense and begin picking up the various forms of PL in the room. It seemed that Gog was dwarfed by everyone except for the new coming grape man? Was this fear that Gog felt? Being the little fish in the gigantic pond? Surely eventually he'd over come it. The Demon stared at Xylo, reading his PL. Gog's eyes were wide with jealous and respect, he now saw why Dantalion held him in such high regard. "Now you is must be stealin' powers for da Great Por'al." Said it Xylo, every inch of his body wanted to go over and beg for him to teach him how to get that stronk, but Gog know that time would come.
Another large PL entered the room. This one seemed to change the tone of the room. Speaking of how people died. Guards shouted at the man as he slowly made his way to Xylo. Was he a threat? Gog turned in his seat ever so slightly, eyeing the Saiyan. His fist clenched and his knuckles turned white as the skin around them tightened. Gog began to rise from his seat before turning his head towards Xylo. "Ya want me to get this git outa 'ere?" Gogmagog asked, Gog was here to drink but for some reason the mood seemed to grow more tense with the entrance of the new arrival. Gogmagog could read the power level, but perhaps he was making a bluff. And given the chance Gogmagog would die a warriors death over alcohol poisoning any day.
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Post by Samba on Aug 15, 2017 16:03:05 GMT
| A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 248,324
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,973,184 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Many more people began to wander inside the feast hall, from what looked like a Heran, then a klutzy purple-colored Majin and a pink one dressed in such strange drags and escourted by what looked like guards that were made of candy, and finally to the Arcosian he had met back in Gemini Brenchian.
Speaking of said place, he was completely caught off guard when Lord Xylo stood up, bowed in greeting and proceeded to thank him for the help back in Gemini. The Zoanthrope blushed bashfully at the praise and words, rubbing the back of his head slightly as he looked aside. "Well. I've seen what that Saiyan has done before on another planet from an intergalactic news report, and then I heard that he was on the same planet as your Mazoku Caste. Knowing what awaited them in that planet I just couldn't put a blind ear to that and made my way there. You probably know what happened after."
He grinned as he remembering blowing that pitiful Saiyan to bits with the help of a selected few that were now seated on this large table, though the one that had summoned such a large amount of power for such a small body seemed to be absent from this celebration. 'Well, it's not of my business what they do, now is it?'
Internally shrugging his shoulders, Samba continued speaking with the powerful Namekian. "If you don't mind, I have some questions to ask of you, it involves a powerful tree-walking being by the name of Walker..." He was about to go and set himself to Xylo's side since he still has some questions and words to have with the Namekian, but the pink-skinned Majin quickly dashed those hopes as she chooses to seat herself beside the Namekian Lord.
He grunted in annoyance at having his seat "stolen" but didn't make much fuzz about it. He could just lean back and talk to Xylo whilst seated alongside the Heran. Though once more, before he could go and do so the celebration seemed to screech to a halt when the form of a Saiyan male entered the feast hall.
Immediately, his hackles rose in agitation as the Saiyan sauntered deeper into the hall with an attitude that just screamed: "You're beneath me". A frown marred his muzzles, his ears splayed back slightly while his tail flicked to and fro with his current mood. It seemed this Saiyan had some past with Lord Xylo, and on top of that, it looked like something happened to this Saiyan's companions judging by what he was speaking to the Namekian standing behind him.
It seemed just like him, Gogmagog had the right idea of intervening and stopping the Saiyan before the hall could escalate into an all-out brawl, considering the Saiyan's body language and tone it seemed like he was here to cause trouble and not enjoy much of the festivities.
Then again, it was a Saiyan, a pureblood for the looks of it; for them beating the crap out of each other was a party enough.
TAGS: Lord Xylo Dantalion gogmagog Gekido Zexama Majin Grape Ais Kizuki
OOC NOTES: His Crane School attire over yonder i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Gekido on Aug 16, 2017 1:20:37 GMT
A bubble gum girl decided to enter who stated herself the princess of Candy. She clicked her tongue at him the Heran almost getting to his feet. Was she trying to insult him? The Heran warrior wanted to put the Majin in her place. However, this was Xylo's party so he didn't do anything. He sat back down as an Aroscian; Ais entered the room talking with Xylo as he was sorry for the loss of his son. He bowed his head. For most, he'd not care if they died but the boy died in the battle. The Only Respectful death was to die with your head high in battle. After they had all entered the gates were opened so everyone was allowed in at least he assumed. Gekido sighed, there was going to be a lot of people but a lot of drinking. Someone was getting a skull cracking tonight that was something he knew. Dandylion also began to speak talking about how some of the seats were Empty and people seemed to not be coming. He shrugged, people were busy or maybe were late it was expected. He didn't think it was a big deal if people decided not to come. Then another man arrived. In the armor of a Saiyan warrior, he first assumed it was an SSE member. It seemed though he had something to say to Xylo. It seemed he had some affiliation with someone Xylo had killed. "You must have friends on someone on beppa." That was what came to mind. It was the closest battle he could think of. The Heran could see he was moving towards Xylo and everyone seemed to be all fearful.
He was one Saiyan versus one very powerful and Scary Namakian. There was almost nothing to fear about at least in his eyes. There was some majin who also arrived Purple and small. He didn't really notice cause he didn't say all that much. Gogmagog asked him if had come from the big portal. He blinked at him. It seemed stupider than Gekido was. At least it seemed that way. Gogmagog seemed to be asking Xylo if they should throw the Saiyan out. Gekido let out a laugh eying the Saiyan Kizuki. "He's got the body and heart of a warrior." Gekido got from his chair as he stared forward towards the Saiyan. He was not to be scared of the man and he was approaching Xylo. With such hostile body language. Not like he carried he was not worried about Xylo safety. He stepped forward his hand reaching to shake Kizuki, "I like you so bold during a feast. Names Gekido what’s yours Saiyan." He said grabbing a cup of Liquor staring down the Saiyan. He was curious what he'd say or do.
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Post by Zexama on Aug 17, 2017 23:46:50 GMT
Zexama could only laugh at the blue man as he seemed to take offence to Zexama’s greeting. Using this as an excuse for a early appetiser. Zexama noticed that the goblet on the table in front of her was the perfect size for a banana. She used her telekinesis to raise it from the ground and turn into a banana that looked absolutely flawless, on the outside. The pink majin wasn’t quite experienced at generating fruit, something in her mind just made her suck at making fruit. She began to peel the banana before immediately noticing that the innards of the banana were completely mushed. Inedible. Now, for the majin reason she summoned the banana into existence. Making her aim towards Gekido, she held the bottom of the peel and then forced the soggy banana insides to fly straight towards Gekido at great speeds. Realising that this was a formal feast she felt like she should apologise to someone, but she didn’t really know who. ”Psst, Scouter. Who do I apologise to…?” Zexama tried to take to her scouter even with the lollipop in her mouth. The scouter replied. ”I’m not sure...Just apologise to everyone?”[/b] Zexama nodded in agreement as she began to apologise to the whole room, with a lollipop in her mouth. ”Hello everyone! My name is Zexama, I apologise for my actions and such. Now, who wants some candy?!”
With a flash of golden sparkles, in front of everyone was a small bowl with an assortment of candies. Looking towards Gekido, Zexama stuck her tongue out and giggled afterwards. Zexama grabbed her bowl from either side and raised it above her head to pour them all in. After the bowl was completely emptied she turned the bowl into candy which she let go of and caught with her mouth. Zexama smiled towards the Mazoku Lord with a full mouth and a lollipop stick, sticking out. Talking with her mouth completely full, she asked namekian. ”So Zylo. If you want I can just make some food for us now. I don’t know how to make much except for candy but I can recreate anything I eat!” Zexama swallowed all the candy in her mouth including the lollipop stick before looking at everyone else on the table. She had only now just noticed the other majin. ”WHO ARE YOU!?” Zexama jumped on top of the table and pointed towards the purple Majin who didn’t know how to sit on chairs properly. ”Do you not know how to sit on a chair…?” The majin jumped back into her chair and shifted her attention between Gekido and the purple majin.
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