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Post by Majin Kaza on Sept 5, 2017 0:02:38 GMT
| Creating a New Order |Kaza's PL: 270,232 Kaza's current PL: 4,323,712/5,404,640 Dulce's PL: 5,000
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GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20)
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How...How much time had passed? Had it been months? Years? Weeks? Or merely...It was all an illusion, a byproduct the insanity of boredom had on someone. No matter how much time had passed, it had been too much. For too long had the hate-filled Majin focussed on gaining control over her anger. Meditation- day in, day out. While it didn't remove her hatred and sickened mind, something that at this point nothing could do, it did help Kaza gain control over her emotions.
Rage-fueled outbursts were a thing of the past. If Kaza was to ever make her disgusting dreams a reality, she would need patience. Clarity. Charging at her enemies like some sort of blood-crazed psychopath would do her no good- simply lead her to repeat what she's been through once before. And truth be told, Kaza was starting to grow sick of repeating the same mistakes over and over again. It was time for CHANGE.
Yet, she did not only need a clear mind...She needed more. Something else entirely.
''Allies...?'' A female voice spoke softly to the Majin. Side by side they walked toward the inner regions of Hell, the section where most damned souls and dishonored tools of war like herself lamented their past. ''Bingo, Dulce! Aaaallliieess!'' Kaza snapped her fingers, gazing through her gloomy hood at the much taller Konatsian. ''...Alright genius, and where are we going to get these 'allies'? Is there anyone bitter enough to want to join you?'' The Konatsian raised a curious eyebrow, crossing her arms suspiciously.
''Well yeah. You joined me, dumbass.'' Kaza snorted back at her. ''...'' Dulce simply sighed, hiding a proud smirk. If Kaza had never learned to control her anger, she'd have probably threatened to break one of Dulce's arms already. Luckily, her mental training seemed to have paid off!
''Besiiides, we're in Hell, Dulce! HELL!'' She repeated, enthusiastically tossing her arms into the air. ''This is where all the bitter, messed up murderers like you and I hang out! Surely there must be some other people that want revenge for all the crap they've been put through, right?'' Kaza placed her hands behind her back, continuing to walk down the dirt road alongside Dulce. ''I suppose. But how are we going to find them? Don't tell me you're going to hand out flyers.'' The Konatsian's face scrunched up, actually realizing it might've been Kaza's idea all along...
''Please don't...''
''Whaaat? Ofcourse not! Who do you take me for, some sort of idiot?'' Kaza groaned out, glancing at the Konatsian. Dulce quickly averted her gaze, trying to hide a shit-eating grin that formed on her face. ''Nooo, nooo, I would never do that.''
Kaza simply groaned out, suddenly halting into a full stop. The Majin looked around for a brief moment, before nodding to herself. ''This place works.'' She let out. It seemed lively enough, with plenty of plantlife surrounding them. Not to mention the place was crawling with several energy signatures, both high and low! ''Watch and learn, Dulce.''
Dulce blinked absentmindedly as she saw Kaza suddenly lift herself far into the skies. Once Kaza was high enough, she paused, and gazed downwards. ''Evil attracts evil, Dulce! All I have to do is show off enough power, and they won't be able to resist checking it out!'' Kaza shouted down at her Konatsian comrade in an almost too confident tone.
In a sudden, fiery display, Kaza's dark purple aura sprung to life around her! It appeared with a violent shockwave, hissing furiously. It emanated with a bone-chilling darkness to it, and anyone that was able to sense energy could feel just how vile and sickening Kaza's energy was. Not to mention how powerful it was!
''Like moths to a flame...''
Kaza let out a final, guttural growl as her aura exploded. It caused another vicious shockwave that trembled along Hell's reaches for miles, shaking trees and even making mountains tremble under her power!
After that was over, Kaza let out a small sigh, and lowered herself to the ground. As she stepped down, Dulce gazed at her. ''And what now?'' She asked, a hint of eagerness in her tone.
Kaza chuckled darkly, slowly moving her sights to the horizon. ''And now we wait.'' She stated, placing her hands behind her back. An ominous air hung around the Majin, a faint smile carved into her lips.
'̢'̀Th͢e̶ ͘C͢haos̛ O̷r͞de̴r ̢wil͠l͡ bè á ͘r͟e̛a҉li͏t͠y̷.''͠
TAGS: Mammon , interested? OOC NOTES- PLEASE READ: This thread is only open to people who are genuinely interested in joining Kaza's upcoming faction, The Chaos Order! They will strive for anarchy, and live under the motive of 'Survival of the Fittest'! A place for 'evil-aligned' characters, who are not afraid to kill people to get what they want: To spread CHAOS across the Galaxy!
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Post by Mammon on Sept 5, 2017 8:10:18 GMT
| New Order| Mammon's PL: 146,860 Mammon's current PL: 48,463 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
In hell there was an order to things, King Yemma, the Ogres, the spirits. But what they didn't tell people was the order quickly changed on your geographical location, take this for instance, one ogre under his boot was surely lower than him and not just in a literal sense, sure King Yemma might decide the fate of the dead but he was a long way a way, so really the order was 'am I stronger than this guy?'. "Say It again I double god damn dare you."
"What! I can't hear you, you're gonna have to speak up if you want to be heard."
"....." "Nothing, yeah that's what I thought."
And he gave him a kick for good measure, and another for really good measure, he had just got done playing kickball with a spirit when an ogre had come and told him off, some heated words were exchanged and one thing had led to another. He looked down at the tip of his boot now speckled in blood, he smirked down at the red form on the ground and wound his third kick and this one was for really, really good measure-
''Like moths to a flame...''
He looked up his eye's narrowing and scanning the distant hellscape, it looked like someone had turned on the bat signal, 'na na na na, here I come'. What happened next was a combination of cool practical effects, which I will not describe as to not inspire kids at home to accidentally light themselves on fire, so it looked a little something like this.
Flames rose up from the ground in a sheet of rolling fire, creeping across the dirt in red hot lines forming angular shapes marking a number of successive triangles with one large ring surrounding it, and at the height of the fire a pillar snaked its way into the air and when it finally petered out to glowing coals. There stood a demon in the centre of a star of David, It blinked and looked down, it blinked again and began to erase the symbol with its foot taking all the time in the world as he slowly marked out the corners of a pentagram before half way through giving up and looking at Kaza as if nothing had happened.
"That name is awful, and its an oxymoron." he paused for a moment to think over his words, deciding that Kaza probably didn't know what that meant he settled for "it sounds really dumb." to understand this man demon you need only know what he was wearing, he wore tight leather pants with dark boots and a shirt that boldly proclaimed 'LETS ROCK AND ROLL' with an illustration of three rocks rolling with head bands and mohawks, he was the kind of person that would enjoy dead baby jokes so of course he'd enjoy a pun. "Like it, I saw it at the hell gift shop and thought it was delightful, had to have it." he pulled at his shirt making sure they got a full view of the groan worthy caption.
"So, what's with the aura?"
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Greeve
Rising Soul
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Post by Greeve on Sept 5, 2017 10:55:18 GMT
PL: 43,711
Well now, isn't this interesting.
Greeve had felt it from miles off, or however far the landscape of this endless realm was. A dark power, surging with malice and rage. For a second he had thought it was the former konatsian king, but that couldn't be. He couldn't be dead already, could he? But then that telepathic echo came to his mind. Moths to a flame? Chaos Order? Such strange things to say, and yet they intrigued the phantom. Curiosity getting the better of him, he headed towards the source.
And he would eventually find it. The source of the power came from what appeared to be a rather demonic looking Majin. Greeve remembered that blue blob back on Yardrat, the one who would be sitting here now if his ally hadn't interfered. But this one was different. She was radiating pure hatred. She was also accompanied by what appeared to be a Konatsian woman, and another demon, wearing a shirt with a rather bad pun on it. Apparently Hell now had a gift shop. The thought made Greeve's face twist with distaste.
"Disgraceful. I remember when Death actually meant something. Now it's being treated like a tourist trap." he muttered bitterly, slowly descending to join the growing crowd. He was outmatched in terms of power, but that was nothing new. Besides, he doubted they were here to fight anyway and they were in hell. What was the worst that could happen? "I think I need to show those ogres what their job's SUPPOSED to be." he finished up his thought.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Sept 10, 2017 20:55:57 GMT
| Creating a New Order |Kaza's PL: 270,232 Kaza's current PL: 4,323,712/5,404,640 Dulce's PL: 5,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20)
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While her 'master' was busy ominously staring into the distance as she usually did, Dulce simply crossed her arms, rolling her eyes with a small sigh. Kaza never seized to amaze with her overly theatrical and edgy ramblings, yet it seemed the Konatsian had gotten used to it over time. ''Right. Chaos...Thingy.'' She muttered, before the two fell silent again.
Suddenly though, the two heard footsteps inch closer to them, and Kaza felt an energy signature that was all too familiar. Turning around, she came face to face with Mammon, for what seemed to be the billionth time. Seemed her theory was right, and evil really did attract eachother. Either that or the Demon was just stalking her around for his own sick amusement.
Mammon's blunt comment instantly made the Majin's face scrunch up confusingly, whilst Dulce couldn't help but chuckle. ''Couldn't agree more. She wouldn't let me think of a name, and then came up with THAT.'' The Konatsian plopped a hand down on the smaller Majin's head, and patted it in utter mockery. Kaza quickly swatted away Dulce's hand, letting out a frustrated growl. ''QUIT IT! And you two are the only oxy-MORONS out here!'' She whined loudly.
With the Konatsian finally silenced, Kaza turned her attention to Mammon, who was flaunting a REALLY stupid shirt. ''Sharp as ever, Mammon. REAL funny.'' The Majin coughed a bit into a fist, not even trying to hide the sarcasm. Mammon asked about the aura, and she nodded in response. ''Right, right, okay. Well, you heard me drop the cool name already, so that cat's outta the bag. Pretty sure that sharp intellect of yours can figure the rest out, ye?''
''Buuuut to avoid confusion, lemme explain!''
Like a switch was flipped, Kaza's mood had shifted from some cranky teenager to a really excited still-a-teenager, what little light her eyes held burning brightly with a beautiful vision. A vision of death and decay, but hey, beauty IS subjective.
''See, Mams, heres the th-...'' Her voice was cut off by a sudden voice that rammed itself into the conversation. Kaza glanced to the side, seeing a very gloomy figure standing there. The Majin could only assume he was also attracted by her showcase of that evil power, hopefully he had some potential...?
She shrugged, though, not thinking much of his comment. ''Who even cares about the Ogres? Pretty sure they don't even care about themselves. Everyone with a bit of power is gonna find someway out of here soon anyway, myself included!'' Kaza let out with a relieved tone. Then, however, she remembered something, and snapped her fingers loudly!
''Oh, that reminds me!''
''Are you finally going to explain, Kaza?'' Dulce let out with disinterest, merely crossing her arms and keeping to herself. She'd let Kaza do the talking for now. ''Yep, doubt more people are gonna show up.''
The Majin cracked her gooey knuckles loudly, a dark grin forming on her face. ''Okay,'' Kaza paused, glancing at the two gloomy entities. ''Allow me to explain.''
Kaza crossed her arms, dark, red dots piercing the shade of her hood.
''The reason I'm here in the first place. The reason that I died, was something I couldn't help. Forced into my own grave because of my leader's 'orders'...Sent on some suicide mission to Arcose, believing I fought for the right thing...'' Kaza's eyes travelled to Mammon, an understanding look in them.
''You're the one that made me realize that. And I know for a fact that you died because of the same reason. I didn't kill you...Xylo did. Just like how Xylo didn't kill me, but my own leader did. They sent us to our graves, and didn't care whatsoever when we eventually bit the dust. No one cared about us tools...But they will soon enough.''
Her hands freed themselves, and raised by her sides. They began glowing in a burning hot Ki, one of pure, seething hatred.
''I want revenge. Revenge on the living, on the strong, and our leaders. The ones that have all the power and respect...I want to tear their armies and cities apart, and give ALL of them a taste of what we have been through.''
''Maybe you too want revenge, maybe you don't.'' She directed at Mammon, before turning to Greeve. ''Maybe you want to burn down planets alongside me...Maybe you don't.'' Kaza finished with a shrug, and a low chuckle.
''Hell, maybe you two think I'm just absolutely fucking insane...''
''So...What'll it be? Fight back against the oppression...Or just be forced to continue being a tool for your leader? Do you two actually want to accomplish something amazing...Or rot away in here forever?
This post feels kinda shitty, bleh. Sorry, still getting used to Kaza after such a huge break with writing her!
TAGS: Mammon Greeve OOC NOTES: Sorry to have kept you two waiting for so long.
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Post by Mammon on Sept 11, 2017 2:58:12 GMT
| New Order| Mammon's PL: 146,860 Mammon's current PL: 48,463 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
He knew what was coming next, Kaza would have some weak retort for him and he couldn't help but smile even wider, matching wits with the Majin was like watching an elderly person with dementia climb a set of stairs, only to get to the top and come back and down, he didn't know if she was coming or going. "Well, as long as she doesn't get to decide our code names I think we'll be fine." he said to Dulce, taking a step towards the Konatsian women holding out a hand to shake, maintain eye contact, firm handshake, 'you're hired'. "We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Mammon." his voice was smooth and rolling, almost oily in quality, but the thing people forgot was oil could and would start fires if you got careless.
"Ugh, what mor-on?" he did his best caveman impression before turning to Kaza, she made him play the guessing game which was like smoking at a gas station, just asking for trouble. "We're starting a band?" he said dryly, "I've got the gist of it, but please explain it, my neolithic brain struggles with the long words." and enter stage left moody goth. "Has neutral secular solstice holiday come early?" he couldn't help it he walked over to Greeve like a child one day away from Christmas, all but rattling his presents to see what was inside it. "The material I'll get from you, I mean look at you."
"How many goths does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None. They'd rather sit in the dark & cry. What do you call a goth kid outside the mall? Anything he'll cry no matter what you do." and he laughed long and hard clearly enjoying his joke, all but slapping his knee's. "Come to play with the big boys," he'd quickly amend "and girls, sure you can handle it?" and then the master of evil began to enlighten them on their goal.
"You're the one that made me realize that."
"And here I thought I was just trying to sell you life insurance, whoops." he wondered how many would die for that 'mistake', he shrugged his shoulder's as if to say what he already said 'whoops'. "But yeah that's fine, I'm going to be honest, I'm not really interested in this whole revenge plot thing."
"As long as I can rule over what's left I'm happy, I want to set up my throne in the rubble."
Greeve , Majin Kaza
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Post by Greeve on Sept 11, 2017 10:32:55 GMT
Almost as soon as Greeve made his presence known, the demon began making a bunch of rather lame goth jokes, clearly at the ghost's expense. Though to be honest, Greeve wasn't really offended by them. No, he was more offended at how dull witted they were, and that this guy actually thought he was funny. And to think he had a power level of that size with so small an intellect. Another problem with life itself. "You ever considered a career as a torturer?" Greeve replied flatly to the demon, before turning his attention to the majin who had called them here.
So, apparently these two had killed eachother during the war between the SSE and the Mazoku Dominion, and now she had it in her head that their leaders had to suffer for their pain. Which would involve mass destruction and slaughter. It was all Greeve could do to keep himself from smiling. This was perfect! Two psychopaths who wanted nothing more than to cause mass destruction! If Greeve could just keep these two on that course, then his goal of exterminating all life would be coming sooner than he thought. At the demon's request to rule over everything afterwards, Greeve gave the demon a smirk. "Better start building that throne now, unless rubble is all you want to rule over." He looked back at the majin. "I'm in. Greeve at your service." He gave the demonic majin a bow.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Sept 17, 2017 12:29:50 GMT
| Creating a New Order |Kaza's PL: 270,232 Kaza's current PL: 4,323,712/5,404,640 Dulce's PL: 5,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20)
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A low. smarmy chuckle escaped her lips as the two more or less agreed with her plans. Hands shuffled along the fabric of her cloak, arms folded over one another as she smiled. ''Excellent...'' Kaza said softly.
''Alright, great to have you two on board...But uh, know this,'' Kaza paused, glancing to and from Mammon and Greeve, her eyes lowering slightly. ''This ship is going to get very messy.'' The Majin stated coldly. Was that supposed to be intimidating? What did she even mean with it? Some might say even she herself didn't know, and they would be right.
Suddenly though, Dulce stepped out of the shade. ''You can have as many thrones as you like, Mammon. Hell, you could put it on Namek's remains and use Xylo's head as a damn goblet for all we care!'' The Konatsian said with a playful shrug, finally moving back in with the rest of the Angst Crew.
Kaza's head shifted to gaze at Dulce, her eyes vacant of emotion, as if she was saying something to the Konatsian. After a brief silence, Kaza glanced back at the two evildoers. ''Namek miiight have to wait for now, sadly...'' Kaza hummed out, before stepping back and materializing a thin iron rod into her hand. ''The plan is kinda as follows...All thanks to you, Mammon, you're the one that thought of this one!'' The Majin let out excitedly. Was it concerning to see Kaza get that genuinely excited over galactic chaos and destruction? Absolutely.
The Majin jammed the iron rod into the dirty grounds, and carved two large circles inside of it. One had a 'V' carved into the middle, the other an 'N'. ''Alrighty, you see these two? THAT'S Vegeta, and THAT'S Namek.'' She stated, tapping the crude circles. ''Our main goal is an easy one, and that's blowing THIS place into space dust!'' Kaza fiercely stabbed the iron rod into the circle marked with the 'V', creating a crude gash inside of the dirt.
''And once we destroy Vegeta...!''
Dulce stepped in with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to hide her excitement for their sadistic little plan. ''The Saiyans will lose their collective shit, and go on an absolute rampage! Namek will die, and after that, the Arcosians will probably bite the dust too. Earth will try and intervene, and BAM! We got an all-out galactic free for all on our hands!''
While Dulce was talking, Kaza continued to scribble and carve into the drawing, yet the longer she went on, the more violent it became. After Dulce's explanation, all that was left were rampant scribbles and lines, one a toddler would make.
''And when they're too busy fighting eachother...We continue to genocide planets behind their backs. Once they realize, it'll be too late!''
Kaza stood up straight with an ominous giggle. With a wave of her hand, the ground beneath her mended itself back to its original shape. She glanced at Mammon, and then at Greeve. ''...And the best part? The Saiyans are most likely busy fighting the Mazoku as we speak...Vegeta's never been an easier target!'' A crooked smile crept up on the Majin's face as she spoke, her eyes lighting up with violent bloodlust.
''So yeah, that's basically it in a nutshell. You two got any questions, or comments?''
TAGS: Mammon Greeve OOC NOTES: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
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Post by Mammon on Sept 17, 2017 15:20:57 GMT
| On A Cold Day In Hell | Mammon's PL: 146,860 Mammon's current PL: 146,860 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
'torture', hot pokers, pliers, and a strategically placed bucket of water, yeah he knew about that. "I have, I found it a rewarding career choice, but ultimately pointless. They'll say anything to get the pain to stop," he slipped his hand into his pant's pockets and removed a small box with the caption 'these can kill' with the picture of a gangrenous foot below it, he removed a thin white cigarette placing it in his mouth and adjusting it, moving it along the craggy outline of his lip's, he pulled it out and breathed a hot fettered cloud towards him. "too much in fact, it doesn't work. You know half the people tortured had nothing to do with the crime. Fun fact." 'not really fun for those that went through it' he thought to himself.
A skull goblet, a throne made out of the rubble. How very barbaric, he liked it. "I like the way you two are going about it, makes me think I'll redecorate the planet with loin clothes and spiked armour, lots of black towers too." he made a note to himself that he'd ban all magical swords, and banish any and all orphans so no revenge plot could play out, it was all he needed to hear 'you killed my father, prepare to die!'. Yep, none of that.
He turned back to Kaza, and Dulce, as they went over the plan, it was a good plan, a strong one, so of course, he was the one that had thought of it. He basked in the praise like a lizard in the sun, stretching out to feel the warmth and adulation spread out from his chest to the tips of his toe's. Or that might've been the cancer.
"Alright, let's blow this popsicle stand, want me to get us out of here?" he got down on his knee's and dug one hand into the ground, moving it up and down making a deep rut in the soil. "Most people never notice it, but we're always one hop and step away from the demon realm." and he made a complex gesture muttering some inaudibly under his breath, it was like someone had opened a window and a fresh gust of wind came in blowing the curtains around wildly, or looking into a clear surface of water, except what you could see back wasn't your reflection but a new sky filled with different stars and constellations, and of course since it was the demon realm some hellish creature staring back.
The small portal closed. "Now I can open up one, and we need only open another on the opposite side to slip through. Now, to make one big enough for all of us this usually takes complex ingredients, some chanting and a sacrifice. But lucky for you, I bought some with me." he pulled out a vial with a creaming opalescent liquid inside, or what it looked like now a gel of some description. "Birthing water, check." while doing all this he was marking out the four corners of a pentagram in the dirt, before he uncorked the bottle and leaned back his nose wrinkling at the smell and he dripped some onto the ground. "Now the dagger of betrayal." he didn't elaborate on this one simply holding it above the five-pointed star. "And finally." he rolled up his sleeve and drew the knife down the length of his arm, he winced as the cold steel pressed into his skin and looked down as a dark liquid bubbled up from where it had cut and drawn blood, pooling onto the star. "Oh! Master of doors, he who knows the gate. He who is the gate. The key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one. Lend us your strength in this hour, rend the veil between!" and on that last part, his voice rose to a scream and the five points blazed to life in pillars of fire that grew out making the symbol glow. And like a terrible eye opening up a thin purple sheet slid into view.
"Hu-h." he panted sweat now creasing his brow. "We know the plan, I will be stepping through the gate, you may follow or you can find your own way out. Either way, I'm leaving." And he stepped through winking out from existence, swallowed by the shimmering plane of purple as if he had never been.
DARK GATE ▪ The user tears a hole in the fabric of the universe simply stepping outside it to elsewhere(demonic realm) by making a complex gesture and speaking in a long dead language. The user, however, reappears a few feet away from where he entered and a few seconds later he reappears like nothing happened and the gate closes. LINKWill probably use this thread as my leaving the AL post, PL plus HEAVY WEIGHTS.
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Post by Greeve on Sept 20, 2017 10:59:20 GMT
Well, the plan seemed all sorted out for them. Kaza's plan had been to slip by and destroy Vegeta while everyone was busy fighting the Mazoku Dominion. A rather underhanded scheme, but one Greeve could get behind. I mean, it involved the deaths of billions! Just a shame it had to be the saiyans though. They were always good at mass murder. Oh well, take what you get I suppose.
As Mammon made his departure from the Afterlife, using some rather over the top ritual of sorts (he does know people could just leave, right?) he turned his attention to Kaza. "I will make my return to the land of the living shortly. Then we can plan out how you plan to destroy Vegeta. Until then," he gave the majin a formal bow, before making his departure.
[Exit. PL]
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Post by Majin Kaza on Sept 20, 2017 12:48:06 GMT
| Creating a New Order |Kaza's PL: 270,232 Kaza's current PL: 4,323,712/5,404,640 Dulce's PL: 5,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: AL Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin (x16/x20)
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From the looks of things the two didn't seem to have any objections regarding the plan. Good. Kaza really wasn't in the mood to repeat herself twenty times or go into some long debate regarding how exactly they should exterminate Vegeta. 'I like genocide more,' 'But I want to burn their children alive first,' 'No, we blow it up, and that's final!' Luckily, none of that.
''Alriiight, this'll be good! Finally time to get outta this hell-hole!'' Kaza spoke aloud as she turned to Mammon, her wording couldn't have been more literal. Dulce raised a brow at the Demon, though, wondering if he really knew how to escape. ''You know how to create portals? Well, damn.'' And so she shut herself up, curiously staring at the Demon. Dulce had always been an utter geek for magic of any sort, including portals!
Kaza snorted, snapping her fingers and conjuring up two chairs for the girls to sit on. ''Let's enjoy the show.'' She breathed out as Dulce sat down as well. The Majin contemplated snapping some popcorn into existence to solidify the A-class humor, but decided against it.
The moments flew by as Mammon went about his ways, performing some overly-complex ritual with chanting and ingredients and all. All things Kaza thought were excessive and took too much effort, but Dulce...
''Holy FUCK is that cool...!''
For the first time in what seemed like years, the Konatsian was actually...Excited? Even Kaza glanced at her with a look of disbelief. ''Seriously?'' The Majin tried to get her attention, but she was gone. Sucked into her own little world of demonic portal-magic.
When the portal was finally created, Kaza let out a brief whistle. ''Well, thanks for the offer Mams, buuuut I think I'll claw my way outta here on my own,'' And she turned her head to Dulce, who didn't respond for a full ten seconds. Her mouth hung agape, eyes twinkling like a child at a candy store. ''Dulce?''
''What? Oh, oh hell no! I NEED to try this ritual myself! I'll see you guys on the other side, I-I gotta go open up my old box of sacrificial daggers!'' Dulce screamed, tossing herself off the chair before sprinting off into the horizon, off to her little witch shack. ''SEEYA SOON!''
Once the witch was gone, it was just Kaza and Greeve left. The Majin let out a sigh, before turning her head toward the Ghost. She nodded at his words, a malicious grin creeping up on her face. ''I'll be sure to contact you once we're all outta here. We're gonna be taking a looooot of lives out there-'' Kaza paused, standing up with a chuckle. ''And it'll be glorious...''
Greeve bid his farewells for now, and the Majin waved him off. Now alone, she clenched her fists, taking in a deep gulp of air.
''Welp, time to bend space-time to my will. Casual stuff.''
Exiting thread! Taking PL with AL Bonus!
Also officialy exiting the AL as of this post, bye bye Hell!
TAGS: Mammon Greeve OOC NOTES:
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
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Post by Queen Habana on Sept 23, 2017 22:45:13 GMT
Greeve | WC: 639 | PL Gains: 1022 | New PL: 45,767 Kaza | WC: 2575 | PL Gains: 4378 | New PL: 277,231 Mammon | WC: 1667 | PL Gains: 4668 | New PL: 163,811
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