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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 2:36:35 GMT
| WAIL OF A TIME |BASE CURRI PL: 1,200 ACTIVE PL: 1 (Suppression) |
| GAIN BONUSES: N/A | | MULTIPLIERS: N/A |
This celebration was something of a street party, an excuse for the whole hellscape to let their hair down and be silly. There was no war or death here- even though this was nothing compared to the land of heaven, the hell attendants did their best to give the war-torn fighters a nice release. Everywhere you looked the faces of grinning saiyans, namekians, and flickering soul clouds alike. In the center of the were performers of every type. There were jugglers and magicians, mime artists and dancers. Some would tip some change into each collecting hat and move on to the next.
But the real star was the food. Tables laden with delicacies lined the rims of the Blood Fountain, which seemed to glow with a jovial light somehow now. Everything you could think of, and things you have never dreamed of, lie in wait. Whole roasted cows and pigs and goats still turning on spits. Huge platters of fowl stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Ocean creatures drizzled in sauces or begging to be dipped in spicy concoctions. Countless cheeses, breads, vegetables, sweets, waterfalls of wine, and streams of spirits that flicker with flames.
A translucent white hand brushed away at the sheet of a tablecloth from the bottom. Black, beady eyes darted around wearily. The spirit's eyes narrowing and locking onto another nearby table. Atop it lied a small fountain of red punch, which some passing spirits scooped up in cups and chugged down. But, soon after, they'd find themselves disillusioned and dizzy after drinking down the seemingly harmless liquid... Hardcore whiskey had that effect on people, though.
'Golly gee, I wonder who spiked the punch...' Curri found herself smirking. She knew who, though. Phasing out from her hiding place and wiping her hands together, Curri sighed, hands on her hips. Hell sure was boring usually. And there was no way the living world was even worth going to right now with all that chaos, but... Well, the least she could do now was have a little fun. Death was supposed to end everything, but it just seemed to be another door in reality.
Curri snickered again, putting a hand to her mouth while a drunken saiyan and namekian bickered in the background, both holding glasses of the red punch. Glancing about, Curri eyed a few games, raffles, and other attractions nearby. It was odd people were celebrating for those that seemingly deserved a trip to the lower worlds- they all probably did a bunch of bad deeds, and they were being rewarded? Curri didn't agree, but there wasn't much she could do.
As she floated about, occasionally admiring the effects of the spiked punch and the occasional drunk fight that was swiftly broke up by the ogres, Curri finally took a seat near on a bench near the plaza full of games, curiously eyeing a dunk tank with an ogre mounted atop... For once, life was... kinda good? The ghost just huffed. With her luck, someone was bound to ruin it.
TAGS: @sketchalts OOC NOTES: first step to being the next big bad HERE WE GO << PREVIOUS THREAD
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Post by Plato on Aug 24, 2017 17:54:36 GMT
The King of Konats Didn't like Parties. The Last one he had been to was with him being crowned as king of Konats. He couldn't remember once about but he knew it happened. He must have used one of his soul gems and forget all about it. His hand grasped at his face as he watched from a far distance. It seemed to be some party he had no idea but he could not really phantom all these people not fighting each-other just trying to have a good time. Perhaps like him, they realized hell needed to be spiced up every once in a while. It was a boring place it had nothing of values to it other than the increased energies allowed for a greater power to surface while training. He lifted the hand covering his face to his chin a bored expression forming on his face. He wanted to do something. He didn't want to just be stuck up here waiting for something good to happen he needed to be down there. He needed to enjoy what he had in his life. If all these hell struck souls could enjoy a relaxing time he could as well. Plato stretched his arms out ki surging to life as he transformed his clothes in some green cloth. Far More casual than the Armor he usually wore. He wanted to not be noticed all that much he just wanted to enjoy his time.
Plato landed near the festivities seeing all the Saiyan Namakian and other races enjoying themselves. Seemed it was a more lively party than from first glance. Plato walked over taking a cup from the punch and drinking it. He was not expecting how strong it was. He assumed it was the normal punch. In the only party, he had gone too which was his own, the punch was not alcoholic. The man staggered back holding his head, "Yup bad idea." He grunted. He was powerful but not immune to the effects of such strong beverages. He'd slowly wander over sitting down on a bench with a small white male looking child. He sat there a cup of half-drank punch in his hand as he tried to sit down to get over the effects. "Strong punch they got here," Plato said as he looked towards the plaza of games. He didn't know any of the games that were being played but it was nice to have some positivity in hell. It was something he rarely even had in life so it was relaxing.
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Post by Tomoka on Aug 31, 2017 3:52:58 GMT
THIS was what he had waited for. It had been far to long since he had been to something like this, and it would most definitely take the edge off. A party. Two ogres had been discussing it near him after his little fit of rage, and it had led to him finding this place, filled with fellow casualties of the war he was all to eager to get back into, but not ready to participate in. Not until he could safely assume that he wouldn't be defeated by that girl once more... "What are you thinking? Get back with the program." He told himself, shaking off the thought. "It's a party. Everything a man could want is in this single spot. Food. Drink. Women. Pick yourself the fuck up..." he muttered, suddenly spotting a bowl full of... wine? He walked closer, seeing there were some cups and a ladel resting inside bowl of juice. Picking both items up, he poured himself a cup, sloshing it around inside. He brought it to his lips, gulping most of it down, before he stopped, suddenly realizing... Tomoka spewed out the drink onto the ground below him, spitting as he began coughing it up. "Kami DAMNED! That's probably some of the worst juice I've ever tasted! It felt like I was drinking fruit juice, but someone PISSED in it!" he would mutter, before looking around, noticing that almost the entirety of the partygoers (clouds on top of clouds on top of more clouds) was now staring at him. He couldn't exactly tell what they were thinking, regardless if they had faces to read or not. He frowned, and turned to see if anything else was worth grabbing. He received an answer when he noticed a juicy cut of steak ready for the taking, and quickly cut himself a slice. After an hour of eating and drinking, Tomo was in a rather bored state at this point. None of the partygoers interested him, as none of the Nameks or Saiyans seemed to have any form of interesting trait, or form of strength. They all seemed to be basic foot soldiers, which meant they were probably low in strength AND intelligence. Though, one woman caught his eye. She seemed short, but she also seemed... translucent? Yes, she was see through, that was for sure. He got up, entering the small carnival like area full of strange games and prizes that reminded him of watching the before and after outcomes of a certain invasion done by the SSE 300 years prior, on a small rimworld near the edge of the known galaxy. Still, he would flop onto a bench, his eyes trailing the strange looking woman.
whats this? You were looking for peeps? Here ya go! @sketchalts Plato |
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Post by Mammon on Sept 2, 2017 1:00:02 GMT
| Wail of a Time |
Someone To Ruin It Mammon's PL: 129,553 Mammon's current PL: 38,865 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
People would tell you it's all about that entrance, if you wanted to be seen and felt you walked in with your head held high, strutting your stuff like a preening peacock, and he couldn't disagree with that sentiment. He wore a period piece not seen since 1550, it was a dark black Linen shirt with full sleeves, pleated closely at neck and wrist. The resulting frills gradually spreading out into wide ruffles, it was covered with thin lines of gold threading their way down his suit, and like a lover's hand on his hip there was a thin length of metal a silvery rapier, subtly reminded those who looked at him of the cold appeal and mystery of violence like a lover's caress. If you had to describe him in two word's you'd use these 'flash bastard'.
He moved through the party like a train moves through a station, ultimate and final in its destination, especially if anything got onto its tracks 'splat'. He pushed a staggering drunk from his path with a light thrust of his hand that sent him sprawling like a sack of potatoes, he nudged another with pin point accuracy on his way through the crowd, splashing their drink all over them and sending them reeling. "Ah, I love revelries, you can get a real taste of who people are." he raised a pointed finger and waved it in the direction of Tomoka. "We have the loner, who mumbles into his drink." and his finger finally stopped to rest in the line of sight of Plato. "And we have the too cool for this, he doesn't have any friends."
He moved over to the dynamically opposed duo, one is small, one is tall, one looks like a child one acts like a child. "We never did get to finish our conversation, we'll have to make up for lost time." and he strolled over to a seat turning with one final glance to offer Tomako one last thin smile that didn't just whisper condescension but shouting it high from the tallest mountain top.
"You have a thing for children don't you," and he turned that smile on Plato, like a flash light he could blind someone by flashing it in their eyes. "you seem to draw them to you like self-pity to the recently dead." he gave Curri a nod before finally sitting down placing one leg above the other and leaning back in his chair. "Be a dear and get me a drink."
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Post by Rafar on Sept 7, 2017 15:51:46 GMT
PL 64,349 || Heavy Weights Equipped! || Ki Suppression Active || Current Pl: 2,000
Gain Bonuses: AL + HW || WC: 253 ||TWC: 253
Rafar was wearing a rare smile as he glanced around the party. Revelers of every shape and size caroused in every direction, some a little more than others. The Sayian himself was currently kicking at the water of the Blood Pond, nursing a cup of punch. It had been a few days since he regained his body, and it seemed to be even stronger than when he lost it on Beppa! He wasn't a Super Sayian quite yet, but Rafar hoped he was getting close.
Downing the rest of his drink, Rafar got up and began strolling around the festivities, his steps growing perceptibly more unstable as he went. After shoving aside a few drunk Namekians, he found himself in a rather sticky situation. The path he had been beating through the crowd had led him directly into the middle of a large standoff between SSE and Mazkou food soldiers, all glaring angrily at each other. "Come on now guyssss." Rafar slurred, "Don't ruuuin the party with your stupidity. You've done that enough in the living world." He said drunkenly.
The two groups broke off their imminent engagement to stare incredulously at the newcomer so boldly insulting them. Then they attacked.
A few minutes later, a yawning Rafar walked over to some beings he recognized. "Well hello there Plato and Tomoka. What's happening?"
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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 Oct 12, 2017 12:03:17 GMT
Tomoka - 450 WC - 731 PL Gained! 82,839 PL >> 83,570 PL Rafar - 223 WC - 507 PL Gained! 64,349 PL >> 65,856 PL Mammon - 418 WC - 898 PL Gained! 164,507 PL >> 165,405 PL @sketchalts - 504 WC - 680 Zeni Gained! 2,285 Zeni >> 2,965 Zeni Plato - 424 WC - 509 PL Gained! 304,726 PL >> 305,235 PL
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