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Post by Vi-Poi on Sept 14, 2017 7:41:10 GMT
Vi-Poi pulled on his earlobe and suddenly a holographic projection of his POV during the entire Vegetan conflict sprouted up. Well, the highlights anyway. He wanted Pieter to be able to see without having to go through the trouble of explaining every little bit.
He was too angry with Bing to talk much. A crease formed between Vi-Poi’s eyebrows. His lips tightened into a sneer. He always knew Bing was stubborn, and if he were being bluntly honest, kinda dumb sometimes, but he didn’t know that Bing was also a pigheaded ass too. Bringing up Realigner Red even!—didn’t Bing know better than anyone possibly could, what it felt like to be a slave inside your own body?
Proto, the erratic blue Poop, was the first to notice Shen and Etoru when he poked out of his sock to see what was going on. He had the habit of seeping out in confounding ways lately. He’d figured out how to make his degenerate proton matter align with Vi-Poi’s materials matrix in such a manner where he could sort of sweat himself out, though this was usually easier where Vi-Poi was skinniest, like on his limbs.
In any case, Vi-Poi was too angry to notice that the adventuresome protonic Poop had escaped and was busily rummaging through the pantry now.
“Good to see you,” Vi-Poi said to Shen, his darkened eyes not really leaving Bing’s face. He felt Etoru’s presence, and it annoyed him further. More of the Peace Brigade.
He leaned forward over the wine glass Pieter was pouring. “We’ve got big responsibilities, all of us. I don’t know what Habana’s going to do next, but we’ve handed her a real A-plus gift if she’s got bad intentions.” He glanced over at Pieter, his frown deepening as Defrosch appeared. MORE of the Peace Brigade.
Waiting, he listened to Defrosch, and found himself a little surprised he agreed with most of it. However… “We’ve got big responsibilities,” Vi-Poi repeated. “We’ve got big responsibilities because we’ve got a lot of power. The power to change things. To protect people.” Vi-Poi rose a hand about the wine glass and flexed his fingers tight. The wine glass cracked and shattered from the thrum of his kiai that whipped around his fist in a translucent wave. “We weren’t given these powers so we could sit around on our asses drinking wine and relaxing!” The kitchen began to vibrate almost imperceptibly around him. “We have great fighting power, strength like none have known for centuries. The Universe did not put us here for no reason. We should be righting wrongs, wherever we can. Wherever. The S-S-E, the Mazoku, whoever -- they don’t have a right to squash people under their boot.”
He exhaled, lowering his head. “I know you do not want to fight.” He said, closing his eyes. “I don’t like violence, either. But we got this power. Fighting power. Not talking power. We can’t weave wishes with words. We make fate with our fists. And if we don’t work to make this Universe better, then what the hell is it for?”
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Post by Shen Fennel on Sept 14, 2017 23:58:09 GMT
Shen seemed to have come at a bad time. There seems to be some argument as the Decetive sighed. There was a young boy running off behind them. His Powerlevel was only 5 so he assumed he was just a small child since he didn't turn around to look. He just felt the boy power and saw the glare from Bing Gan at the man. Shen looked at Pieter as he told him to basically leave and go upstairs. Shen looked at Pieter blinking a few times, "No I'm staying here." He said bluntly looking at Pieter, "If you're going to be talking I think I should be here. Simply put, I believe what I have to say is quite important for everyone." Shen said calmly as Bing went on his tirade against Vi Poi. He spoke how he believed they should have given a chance to Habana if they gave a chance to Zucceta. How his son has been hurt on namak. He assumed that it might have been the boy. Perhaps they had been on namak or perhaps not. He then mentioned when he was turned into an android and killed some of his wife friends. Seeing as they lived here he assumed he or his wife was the kami.
Then Defrosh arrived. The aroscain who had saved his life in the past. He nodded to him as he spoke Shen focusing back on what he was going to say to them. Defrosh mentioned an RR incident. Off the top of his head, he didn't know what it was but he assumed it dealt with something in Vi Poi Past. Defrosh seemed to have something in more line with what he thought at least somewhat. It didn't matter who was right or wrong. If Habana had reversed what she did then perhaps there was no reason to act. While he didn't believe that he at least agreed that the saiyans had to stop their warmongering. After Defrosh speech he left the room Shen waving after him, "It was nice to see you defrosh." He'd turn back looking at the Spectacle as Vipoi took his swing. He noted that they had a duty to protect those without power. He said the Sse and Mazoku had no right to control people squash them under their boots. He smiled, "I'm surprised Vi-Poi. You seem different from last we meet. I can even feel your ki." Shen turned looking at the highlights Vipoi had projected he nodding as he watched what seemed to be going on. He sighed as the one well he was an android. He pointed at Cipher on the screen before it disappeared. There was an annoyed look on his face. He saw no future attack. The man saw no future attack perhaps on earth, but the universe would suffer.
He saw if a boy he might have been the son of Bing Gan and whoever the mother was. He really didn't know. He had no idea Bing Gan had a son. He'd keep that in mind when he got home and write it down. He looked at Pieter, Vipoi then last Bing Gan. "Listen, I've not involved this war. I know you three have been and fought for a long time. First on Earth when they attacked. You repelled the Saiyan empire and gave them a chance to change." Shen said as he sighed in, "Then they destroyed 2 whole planets. They turned you into a cyborg." He'd nod to Bing Gan, "Which I must say I am sorry for. No one should have their body taken control of by outside forces and forced to do things they don't want to do." Shen turned back, "Two planets all the lives destroyed for some fruits. They came to Earth and you all after all that let the Saiyan empire off the hook again."
Shen rubbed his head, "You all brought the planets back and allowed Zucceta to pick the new leader. Not as if you meet this person before hand you make sure they'd not be bad. Now, these last months the Mazoku yes have existed but I have to ask myself. Do the Mazoku exist because of your actions? Would they have the aroscian on their side and others if the saiyans had been punished in some form? Maybe Xylo is just a madman searching for power but at least if there was no real reason to target the sse it be easier to just take him in and be done with it. Now the Saiyans attacked Arosce and other planets. Now I'm not battle field general but I know this. If they had attacked namak they would have won the war. Xylo values namak over the rest of the planets he would have come back. You would of beat him there and the war would have been over. Instead, they tried to take arosce planets maybe it was cause they all had their heads up their asses and didn't know enough about their foe or maybe they thought you were all blind and do nothing. Not the first time. So, Bing Gan." He'd turn, "I respect what you did on Vegeta. You wanted to avert battle. I understand why you did it. Violence and bloodshed would not help. I don't think it the way to peace. However, seeing what is going on I think there is little left. On the other hand, it is possible Habana just made mistakes. So there is a side to each of what you have to say. I don't trust the sse. An empire formed on bloodshed no matter leadership and without punishment will do what it wants. I'm not saying you have to go to Vegeta and overthrow them." He'd look to Vi Poi before looking at the two of them. "You both can make positive change and fix this issue. You can't do it alone either of you. No matter how strong you both are, you can't both make the universe better if you're butting heads. So rather than fight, I think what needs to be done it to talk how without violence you can punish the action of the saiyans. Perhaps you can stop trade with them. I'd also focus on trying to try to help arosce out. They may feel less willing to fight with the saiyans if they feel that there being copinstated in some way. That is what I have to say." Shen crossed his arms looking at the three of them. He was curious in the response. He knew what he said might enrage them a little. At least they would be mad at him and not each other.
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Post by Bing Gan on Sept 19, 2017 8:01:29 GMT
A burning red coursed through Bing's cheeks as Defrosch arrived. The Arcosian brought to Bing's attention something the Former Kami should have thought of himself; he'd brought up Realigner Red. It was a touchy subject, and one Vi had no fault in. The last time someone brought that up to Vi, Bing lashed out. Harshly. Was he suddenly such a bad friend that he himself would use it against the robot boy?
He frowned deeply, guilt easily readable in his eyes as he looked towards Vi-Poi, then to the floor. "I... What the hell am I doing?" Bing slid down to the floor, resting his arm on a bent knee. "I'm being a real idiot, huh? I didn't mean to bring that up like it was no big deal..." He looked back up at Vi-Poi. Waterworks formed at the edges of his eyes, but he kept the damn from breaking for now. "I'm sorry... Really, I am. For all of it. There's nothing I can say to excuse what I've done these past few weeks, so all I can do is promise to make up for it in the future."
Shen and Pieter spoke, but Bing kinda ignored them. He was focused on his friend; the one he was about to lose. Poi was still angry, with every right to be. He went on to say things about what they should be doing instead of what they were doing.
Bing stood up, walking closer to the table as his focus continued to zone in on the Premier. "You're right. I was scared to fight what needed to be fought because of what happened on Kanassa, but you're right. I know you're still upset with me, Poi, and there's no way I can fix that easily, but if you'll let me, I'd like to help like I should have."
He turned to Pieter, who'd asked about Etoru earlier, and nodded. "I can explain what happened to Etoru later. Right now we need to focus on the important stuff."
"Oh, hey Popsicle-man!"
Ember grinned toothily at Defrosch. She knew his real name, but she liked to mess with him when she could. Defrosch seemed to not know this new girl yet either. Maybe she was an alien only some people knew. She'd watched a couple cartoons about aliens who came to Earth, like Extreme Tyrants (E.T for short), but those were more action-oriented and kinda cheesy, even for her.
Gira brought up the Z-Fighters to Defrosch; Ember answered for him. "Yeah! He's a Zee Fighter too! Not as cool as my papa, though." The half-demon pulled a little patch out of one of her pockets. It was a small white patch, with a poorly stitched 'Z' in its center. She presented it to Gira, a bright smile on her face.
"Here! You can be one too now! Honorary Zee Fighter Gira is ready to punch bad guys!"
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Sept 19, 2017 8:44:02 GMT
Shen decided to not leave and started to talk. On top of that, apparently Defrosch, another of the group in the, 'Z-Fighters,' had also been around! The both of them ended up giving an explanation at the same that ended up, 'draining each other out,' despite having both been important. Bing seemed able to keep some track of it. There was the Realigner Red incident, which unlike most of the people there, Pieter hadn't gotten over, being tossed around first by Bing. On top of that, in the topical sense, there was mention of Habana, the current Queen of the SSE who'd been repeating the same mistakes as Zucceta, who slew Pieter to begin with! On top of that, Shen seemed to be trying to defuse the situation by talking about a whole lot of stuff that Pieter just couldn't track simply because everyone was talking all at once! Pieter slammed his hand on the counter, politely demanding, "Can everyone please stop trying to speak over the other?! I can barely hear myself think, even less hear what each person's talking about with everyone trying to shove their two cents in about what the hell's actually going on here!"Bing seemed to think quickly that he shouldn't have been holding that over Vi-Poi about the Realigner incident, after Vi-Poi stating something along the lines of trying to not unuse the power they had; him of everyone in the room, looking like a disheveled mess! "If you're thinking this was a bad situation to give someone you didn't trust, then why the hell would you give them the situation to begin with," Pieter responded to Vi-Poi, "Considering, since that cat's already been pulled out of the bag, you literally BLEW UP A PLANET that was home to those whom I've had acquaintances, who came to this planet for the sake of the role Bing, his wife, and the man before them both had! Of all the people, talking about using power in possession, you're the least qualified here with your abuse of it, even if you were sick..!"Pieter pointed at the blue haired kid, stating, "I've been dead... And I've seen other people dead from the SSE attack on Earth, too, before becoming isolated to train for a power that, in the end, isn't going to help much to stop people from doing this again! Shen, too, has seen the afterlife too! If you were intent to stop that malarky, you would've made a precedent by crushing them before this year... But we know where that boat went, now don't we?"( Defrosch) |
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Post by Defrosch on Sept 21, 2017 14:18:07 GMT
"I understand, Vi. Like you, I fight when I can-- When I really truly have to and no manner of words can cut it-- but... I'm not yet at your level." Defrosch's head lowered, a very obvious twinge of sadness and clear regret in not being 'good enough' behind his voice, despite even more clear or obvious passion for doing good and helping people. He certainly fought before; doubly so if he figured he could manage the fight well enough. "These are responsibilities I wish more than anything I could properly keep up with. It frustrates me that in recent days I cannot keep up in strength of Ki." Even though comparatively all Defrosch had was strength of mind and a boatload of charisma, he didn't want to just give up on becoming stronger for the sake of all things good and innocent in the universe. The Arcosian clenched his fists, it was fortunate that he had greater control over his energy right now, else the kitchen would rumble further. However, with a deep breath, he relaxed. "Of those that do in fact possess the higher level of fighting power right now; I'm glad you are among them."With a bow to the group, and a nod of greeting to Shen specifically, Defrosch was on his way...
"Now now, Ember." Defrosch spoke somewhat sternly. "I appreciate your nicknames and all, but your father wasn't happy with you and your brother pilfering sweets before dinner." He looked to the brother in question for a moment. "Which reminds me, Etoru, TV hours halved, homework hours doubled for you... Also, no clones." Oof. Harsh. Deserved, but harsh.The Arcosian would've smirked if he wasn't being a stern godfather, Ember's energetic personality was something the group on the Lookout really needed sometimes. "Correct, I am a Z-Fighter. My name is Defrosch. One of the five that lives here." He held out a hand for Gira to shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm guessing you are an closer acquaintance or friend of Pieter than I--?" Speaking of, the voice of the man in question carried quite far... Hooh, boy. Pieter did not sound happy. "Erm, if you are, then you know he is prone to.. Outbursts. Excuse me for a moment."In a split second, Defrosch transmitted his mental voice to Bing and Vi-Poi first, moments after hearing Pieter yelling. 'If any fighting occurs, please try not to destroy the kitchen. Please.' Next, he transmitted a message to Shen. 'Hey dude, duck behind a counter or something, I'm not liking what I'm hearing down there!'Clearing his throat, Defrosch stood straight, holding his hands behind his back while smiling nervously to Gira, Etoru and Ember. "Do uh.. Brace yourselves, the Lookout might tilt a little in a second."
OOC: Timeline is a bit wonky, but in my previous post I did write that Defrosch awaited a response before leaving. He is now fully out on the top in the Sanity Pit™ v2.0 Gira , your turn~
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Post by Gira on Sept 23, 2017 6:10:47 GMT
Gira's eyes widened, tears of joy forming in the corners of her eyes as the little girl before her offered a patch with a poorly stitched "Z" on it.. "For... for me?" The young woman accepted the patch, looking at it in awe. Thought it wasn't much to look at, Gira still felt honored to receive such a gift. With a big grin on her face, she bowed respectfully to Ember. "Thank you!" Then the little girl called out that "honorary 'zee' fighter Gira" was ready to punch bad guys. A confident smile formed on Gira's face as she slipped into her cheesy superhero voice. "Indeed! Bad guys beware! Those who commit evil acts will receive Gira's Z-Fighter fist of justice!" The half-Saiyan threw a punch into the air playfully, trying to act cool for the kids. 'Okay, I think that makes up for my botched entrance.'
Slipping out of her superhero persona, she turned back to Defrosch. He was currently in the middle of disciplining Etoru and Ember. Gira waited for him to finish. The punishment seemed harsh for helping oneself to some sweets before dinner, but Gira wasn't a parent. She had no clue what a proper punishment would be for that. All she knew was that when she was a kid, she'd sneak sweets all the time. She'd get away with it for the most part if she moved quickly, but the times her mother did catch her, she didn't slash her TV time. 'Guess people do some things differently.' The teen thought to herself casually. Once the Arcosian addressed her directly, confirming that he was indeed one of the Z-Fighters, Gira's smile returned. "Oh, that's cool. The only other Z-Fighter i've met before now has been Pieter." When asked if she was a close acquaintance or friend to the Karinga hybrid, Gira chuckled and shook her head. "Well... actually, i'm not sure. We have a mutual friend. That's how we met initially. There wasn't a whole lot of time for conversation, though, considering the situation." Gira laughed nervously. "We met a few other times since then. He seems like the type that's always ready to help. I am too, so I guess that's why our paths cross often. I kind of have a knack for getting into trouble." The hybrid scratched the back of her head before speaking again. "I'd like to get to know him better though. He's a real hero. I wanna be like that." She looked at the patch, still in her hand, and smiled. That was when she picked up on raised voices coming from below. She looked in the direction she saw the others leaving, looking back at the Arcosian with a worried expression. She didn't know Pieter too well. Not well enough to be aware of his outbursts. He seemed fairly even-tempered to her the few times they met. Then again, as Gira mentioned, they haven't spoken an awful lot. At the mention the lookout might tilt, Gira looked back towards the main building. "Um... right. Is there gonna be a fight, you think?" The half-Saiyan would normally be excited about the prospect of a fight. Hell, she might have joined in herself if the situation were different. She had a feeling that any fight that broke out wouldn't be for fun.
[OOC] Sooo sorry for the wait.] Vi-Poi |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Sept 24, 2017 18:26:11 GMT
Vi-Poi gave a guarded smile at Bing’s response. Maybe his friend was right after all. Maybe he could patch things up, and get the Z-Fighters to finally buy in to action. Maybe it’d all work out.
Then Pieter started talking.
Visibly jolting when Pieter screed that he BLEW UP A PLANET, Vi-Poi’s expression darkened more and more as Pieter went on, eyes narrowing. A red flush rose slowly from his throat until his cheeks were burning and his brow was pink. Everyone blames me for Realigner Red… don’t they know I was just as much of a victim of it as they were? He forced down a frog strangling his throat. When Pieter was finished, everything clicked together in Vi-Poi’s mind.
“I see,” He said softly, closing his eyes. “The defenders of Earth are completely hopeless.” He took a blind step towards Pieter, and when his eyes next opened, they were glowing with a flutter of golden diagnostic text. “You’re a total wastoid,” He growled to Pieter. “You make excuses about not being able to do anything? Tryin to put all the blame on me? Well while you were sitting around doing whatever it is you lousy excuse for Z-Fighters do, I was trying to help.” He tasted bile, and swallowed hard, drawing in a sharp breath before continuing. “Training. Fighting. It’s why I was hijacked by Realigner Red. Because I was actually out there doing something. You call yourself a Z-Fighter, and you won’t even fight for others! Fight. It’s in your fucking name.” The vibration coursing through the kitchen began to grow into shaking rumble as a golden glow leapt from Vi-Poi’s shoulders, his New Yolk City shirt fluttering as he gathered his anger into a bright torch that traveled down his leg. “I’ve never gotten a bath from Kami’s magic sprinkler, but I’ve been more Z-Fighter than you’ll ever be. Fuck you!”
Vi-Poi hurled forward, lashing out at top speed with a kick so fast and forceful his leg turned into a bolt of lightning. He was aiming straight for Pieter’s family jewels, with enough force to hurl his head into the ceiling. It wouldn’t kill him – even in a rage his heart wasn’t murderous – but it’d hurt a lot. A train of steam snapped out behind him, and the stench of ozone filled the air.
After the sudden attack, Vi-Poi would shove his hands into his jean pockets and say, “You should call yourself a Z-Whiner instead.” Turning to Bing, he added. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
He started to walk slowly out of the kitchen, his left Warpverse crackling with electricity, broken from the force of the kick. He'd have to buy new shoes.
(Super Turbo Lightning Fighting MP3 for 17,376,400 aimed at Pieter's nether-regions for non-lethal damage).
(KP 0/3)
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Post by Mammon on Sept 28, 2017 14:44:12 GMT
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Mammon's PL: 163,811 Mammon's current PL: 666
GAIN BONUS: N/A PL MULTIPLIERS: [UT1] ENERGY SUPPRESSION
Evil, to the poor man was the police who moved them on from footpath to the alleyway, to the middle class it was the politician who didn't believe what they did, to the politician it was the poor man easy to push blame on. BREAKING NEWS: Young Teen robs gas station, BREAKING NEWS: Police crackdown, BREAKING NEWS: Riot. It was a cycle, as surely as winter is followed by spring, and spring is followed by summer. He hung in the air feeling the wind on his skin, washing out all feelings and senses with the cold, he watched as the blue orb spun catching clouds as they passed by.
Was it right to do what they were planning, how many would be lost in the altercation, were the costs justified, could he afford to pay them so he could at the end wear the shiniest hat? He was a demon, a being born of turmoil into turmoil, for turmoil. A leopard can't change its shorts, he thought bleakly to himself. "Need to find some conversation before I lose the plot completely."
He looked down at what was a large floating platform? He had seen the tower but never from up here, to think there was an entire another structure above it, it was true what they said 'people don't look up'. There was also some big signatures with a capital B coming from it, there was the girl he had fought in the farce of a tournament, and there was another more familiar, it tickled at the back of his mind, dredging it up out of the past like some great leviathan rising up from the briny sea, the Arcosian from the bank.
He decided it was damn time he had a conversation, left to himself he'd probably have rethought out his life and changed the curtains on his perception, maybe a lavender? But how to make that entrance. He stretched out his arm's spread apart his finger's lengthening and thinning until the first wisp of hair gathered at the edges and formed fat clumps that turned into black feathers, he felt it as his neck stretched and dislocated his nose breaking and bending becoming long and hooked, almost beak-like. The light dimmed as if something was blocking out the sun, the shadow cast was long and heavy spanning the length of the lookout, growing smaller and smaller and more defined taking the shape of a bird, with a bald head free of any feathers and a cruel beak not made for eating things that go 'buzz, buzz' but things that would make a snack crackle and pop if it ever decided to settle down for lunch. It was a vulture in the most traditional sense.
He landed on one of the many trees that dotted the lookout with a squark and a flutter of wings, tossing up a few obsidian black feathers that drifted on the still borne air, he perched there looking through one of the many slits in the building and to his shock and amusement he was watching as someone was about to end another's entire family line(no Turbo descendants for you), even in his bird brain he winced, but ball busting aside this place was straight out of a travel brochure, it screamed come see the wonderful and tranquil sights of, where ever this was.
'Hey pretty lady, long time no see'. It was a relatively easy process to send his thoughts straight to the grey matter, it was the difference between mailing something and emailing someone, there were still a number of things that needed to happen but one was a lot quicker, no need to use the tongue and do all that jaw work. 'up here, I want to chat'. His voice was a daydream, well more a day nightmare it simply pushed whatever thought was in its way out of it, it could hit like a rude awakening, he understood that some might find it slightly uncomfortable like they had just remembered they left the stove on, or realised that they had dropped their wallet, after all this was an invasion so personal. If we ain't safe in our own head where are we?
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Post by Shen Fennel on Oct 2, 2017 4:08:03 GMT
(got no muse to post as shen gonna just leave)
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 2, 2017 4:39:49 GMT
He could feel the hatred and mistrust seething off both the Hopeless Hunter and the Angered Android long before Vi sent his kick out. Bing wasn't going to get in the way, not for an attack that was so well-deserved. All the Ex-Kami could do was sigh in disappointment as the kick jerked forward. It had enough force behind it to make Bing flinch; he may have not been the target, but he could tell that Pieter would be reeling even if he could block.
Vi-Poi left quickly, and Bing waved back. "Yeah, see ya later," he said somberly.
His focus returned to Pieter, barely noticing that the suited Ogre had slinked out of the room as well. Once the dust settled, Bing would say something, but for now, he'd let his "friend" deal with the pain of being smashed with the force of ten thousand bullet trains.
"W-what?!"
Ember frowned, brows furrowed. How could Defrosch give out punishments like that! I mean, sure, Etoru did have the evidence all over his face, but that was no proof! At least, that's what she figured. The demon-human hybrid scrunched her nose as she thought of a solution to help her brother, but she came up blank. The punishment was already set in stone anyways, but maybe next time she'd have quicker thinking.
Gira spoke of the heroism that Pieter held, which caused Ember to switch gears. She chuckled sarcastically, and pointed to the Temple on the Lookout. "Psh! My Papa is a much better-er Hero than him! Did you know that my Papa fought the Saiyam Queen Zucchena? She turned into a big gold monkey and tried to eat him! But his friend Poi-Poi showed up to help, and they won together!" Ember did a few punches into the air, just as Vi-Poi was leaving. She hadn't realized that the little blue robot was the 'Poi-Poi' she spoke of from her story, but she'd realize it eventually.
"You should fight my Papa some day," she said with a nod. "He can teach you how to punch better, I bet."
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 2, 2017 5:11:36 GMT
"All the blame," Pieter cried out, slapping back of his hand into his palm, "I'm not talking about you being the blame for everything man! And don't think I'm not out there, defending people because I have! The Eastern Capital, alone, has had a pretty hellish year, and so has Ginger Town! I'm saying that if you're going to be talking about doing something about the current SSE or this Mazoku Dominion, you need to account for what you d- Gurk!"Pieter found his nether regions being hit harder than anything in his life, slamming into the ceiling of the kitchen and crumpling on the ground. His eyes whitened, after vomiting what he last ate out onto the kitchen patio. He wasn't going to be able to speak for some time, much less express the rage that capped off in him! The damn brat, instead of talking and listening to what Pieter had to say and let him do the same, he cursed and kicked the hybrid..! (I'll be skipping the next two rounds of posting, before hopping back into rotation! XD) ( Defrosch, your go!) (Posting order, currently from Defrosch onwards: Defrosch, Gira, Vi-Poi, Mammon, Bing Gan. Etoru will have to post when he gets the chance to.)
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Post by Etoru on Oct 3, 2017 12:15:50 GMT
Etoru's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, huh??" His eye twitched a little bit. A punishment from Bing or Maeve, sure. But, Defrosch? What was he, his mom? Etoru crossed his arms with a sharp glare, but nothing escaped his lips. Suddenly, he realized something quite embarrassing. Despite trying to act all cool and careless, he was being grounded right in front of her! His face flustered slightly, causing him to glare at the Arcosian even more. "P-Pssh....yeah okay. Like you could ground me."
He flashed a cocky smirk, closing his eyes in a sassy manner. "I'm one of the most popular warriors around. I don't get grounded you know?" He turned his head to look at his little sister before putting his hand on her head playfully. "Dude, it's Zucceta. And you know, pops wasn't the only one who fought her...you know who else did...?" He gave a toothy grin, his ego practically giving off an aura at this point. "That's right! Me. Heck, I had her on the ropes! Bam! Bam! Pow! She was begging for mercy you know? I did it with like, no sweat!" He swallowed a lump down his throat while saying this. Part of it was a lie--namely him having her on the ropes. But he wasn't going to tell Ember, AND let Gira know he lost. "In fact, she bored me so much I just fell asleep. If I hadn't, she probably wouldn't even be walking right now...heh."
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Post by Gira on Oct 11, 2017 23:25:23 GMT
Gira listened to Ember as she spoke of bing's exploits, specifically about his battle with the Saiyan Queen. While the half-Saiyan was fairly certain that she got the name wrong, it didn't matter. Gira knew what she was talking about. "A giant golden monkey, really!?" Her eyes widened in awe. "That's SO cool! Was she strong?" Gira had never heard of such a transformation. Was that something she could achieve? Was that form stronger than a Super Saiyan? She made a mental note to ask someone more knowledgeable about that later. Etoru also mentioned that he fought the Queen as well. Not only fought her, but beat her soundly, falling asleep from boredom. "Really...?" Gira looked at him skeptically and reached out to feel his power. It was... quite low. Average for a boy his age. Maybe this was just his imagination run wild? The hybrid's skeptical look faded, replaced with a grin. "Well, maybe we should spar sometime. Anyone who beat the Queen must be strong." She joked, crossing her arms. The teen was having a good time hanging out with Defrosch and the kids. Things seemed like they were looking up for today. Then she heard a voice in her head. It was a familiar one. The way it just invaded her mind unsettled her. When she realized who it was, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. 'Mammon.' The hybrid visibly became uncomfortable. Her memory went back to the day of the Real Steel Tournament. She took quite a beating from the demon that day and she hadn't seen him since then. In truth, she was still a little sore about how he gave up during their battle royale before she could even get a good shot in on him. Her gaze moved upwards to the trees, spotting a strange bird near them. A vulture. But vultures never went this high, did they? They normally stayed lower to the ground near their food source. Could it be? 'Is that you up there...?' She narrowed her eyes at the vulture. 'I mean, I guess we can talk... but it'll need to be somewhere more private. I don't think this place is meant for you. No offense.' With so many strong people around, and Mammon being... well, "dark" for lack of a better word, he might not be welcome here. Gira looked around the lookout grounds, spotting a tower nearby. 'Meet me at that tower. We'll talk there.' "Um..." Gira looked around at those present. "I gotta step out for a second. I'll be back soon." The hybrid turned and began to walk towards the tower, flying up to it and taking her place inside. She looked in Mammon's direction, waiting to see if he would follow. Gira wondered what he could be doing here of all places? Did he follow her? Why did he want to talk? Was it about their last meeting? Gira hadn't seen Mammon since the tournament months ago. Why did he want to see her now?
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Post by Defrosch on Oct 13, 2017 6:08:28 GMT
"I can, and I did." Defrosch shrugged at Etoru's response, it was typical of a boy his age. The Arcosian raised his finger, closing his eyes sagely before speaking. "Need I remind you; this is one of the pre-approved punishments that your mother and father would have given themselves. If they were to catch wind of you avoiding appropriate punishment for being naughty..." His eyes opened into ominously narrowed slits. "I'd shudder to think what might happen." The stare was held for a few moments, soon to be followed by a cunning yet reassuring smile. "Besides, if you are as great and as noble as you think, Etoru, then you will take responsibility for your actions. That is but one true mark of a warrior, not to mention a better person." Otherwise allowing the conversation to continue, Defrosch immediately noticed something suspicious and out of place. A vulture had made its way up here... This was a bird not known to fly very high to begin with. Not to mention, at a cursory examination with Ki sensing, it was far far stronger than the average denizen of Earth. However, it was more than that, Defrosch wasn't one for simply glazing over things with his senses. He recognized this feeling. It was one of the Demons that tried to rob a bank a while back. 'Hrm. He better not be out here to cause trouble.' Defrosch quickly noticed that Gira became highly uncomfortable upon the arrival of the disguised man. Furrowing his brow slightly, the Arcosian followed Gira, attempting to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder; reaching out to her via his own much calmer and friendly telepathy with the following message; 'It doesn't take a genius to realize your mood just took a nosedive. I wouldn't bother with him if I was you. Hes a bit of an unfortunately misguided troublemaker, if you do not already know. However, if you must have a chat with him please do so elsewhere, away from this holy land. Tensions are high enough here already, and as much as I do not trust him, he doesn't exactly deserve to be stuck in any potential crossfire as a result of his antics.' Defrosch backed away from Gira, allowing her to do as she wished with one final parting message. 'If he does give you some trouble; he cannot lie if the same question is asked of him three times, you simply need to be very specific and fool-proof about said question so he cannot twist the truth. Myself and a few others thwarted a bank robbery and bomb threat he staged in such a manner.'Following the spike of Vi-Poi's energy along with the crash-bang-boom-pow that silenced Pieter's yelling from down below in the kitchen, Defrosch looked over to Ember and Etoru, giving them a quick telepathic message as well. 'I'm going to see what happened downstairs, keep an eye on Gira, make sure the shape-shifter vulture up there doesn't cause any trouble.' His mental tone became very serious in an instant, the same kind of tone their parents (namely Maeve) would take with them if they meant business. 'If he does anything off-putting or mean, call me or your father. Is that understood?'Lastly, Defrosch reached out to Mammon with his telepathy, somewhat friendly, but very blunt and to the point as well. 'Hey. I remember you. Don't cause any trouble please, it would be much appreciated...' Smirking under his mouth-guard he asked Mammon the following question three times 'Is your intent in being here to cause trouble and be generally malicious, yes or no?'Entering the corridor on the way to the kitchen, Defrosch noticed that Shen Fennel had completely dipped and escaped somehow. Good for him, it would be a shame for such a nice dude to get hurt out of nowhere for the faults of others. Soon, Defrosch spied Vi-Poi sullenly walking the path to the exit; his nifty Warpverse sneakers torn apart and crackling. The last time Defrosch witnessed Vi-Poi suddenly explode with all of his energy so emotionally in a single shot; it was towards Koldar, who implied some very insensitive and ignorant things. Hopefully Pieter wasn't as dumb, he was dead for a good while after all and he missed a lot. The Arcosian didn't need to ask if the android-turned-real boy was okay; he probably wasn't. So instead, Defrosch offered Vi-Poi an apologetic yet deeply sad smile, not for what another had said, but for the fact that he truly felt bad for the blue haired goofball. "He mentioned it, didn't he?" Sighing, Defrosch rustled through his side belt full of capsules. "Remember what I said on Vegeta? Granted, stress got to me and I jumbled my words stupid hard, but when I said that you were not a heartless monster, I meant it. You are Vi-Poi, nobody else." The tiny capsule that Defrosch brought out had a marker on it that was the symbol of a highly accomplished fashion designer. "I don't know if these are your style, but you can have these if you like while you get some new kicks." Whether or not Vi-Poi accepted the gift, Defrosch let him pass. "Oh, and if you would allow it, I would be honored to maybe spar or train with you sometime... Maybe what little comparative fighting power I have means more than I think, I'd like to see how it holds up." Nodding to Vi-Poi, Defrosch went on his way towards the kitchen. "See you, Vi."Slowly opening the door to the kitchen; Defrosch noticed three things. Pieter vomiting, Bing scowling and... The presence of a proton particle mass faffing about in a cupboard? "Um..?"
Fair warning to Mammon , that due to character traits you yourself have given Mammon of your own volition, the Timeless Lookout is in fact the holiest place on Earth, and he will not be able to touch it, or barely even look at it, in fact as it could enact a few of his banes.
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Post by Mammon on Oct 20, 2017 3:41:35 GMT
| Timeless Lies | Mammon's PL: 163,811 Mammon's current PL: 666 GAIN BONUS: N/A PL MULTIPLIERS: [UT1] ENERGY SUPPRESSION
When they say the future is in your lap, they mean she is a woman, and women are drawn to those who least deserve her. But say one thing for her she's a fickle bitch, he sat in a tree feeling sorry for himself, he an ugly bird getting his kicks from tormenting Earth's least mightiest hero, ain't that god damn sad. But someone had to do it, or so the soldier said to himself as he torched that jungle village, why not me?
'Do you know any other shapeshifting demon?' He fluttered his wing's once then twice before hovering to the ground, he made a touchdown and there was something like fat popping in a pan, smoke rose and he stretched, his toes twitched and then there was the pain, it hit him like pins and needles, except these needles were on fire and they were being twisted cruelly, he squarked and instantly took to the air, smoke rising from his taloned feet a small black imprint marring the ground where he had came into contact. Oh, what exquisite pain.
'Not a place for me, is this a race thing?' he glided on the currents of air before coming to a stop just above Gira, he'd settle down on her shoulder if not stopped, perched on her shoulder like an overgrown demented parrot, 'Polly want a carrion'. It turned its beaked head to regard the halfling, so close to that beak it reminded someone when Zeus wanted to punish Prometheus he had sent a vulture, well an eagle. But he should've sent a vulture. 'I didn't think you were a racist'.
One, two, three. Hit it, play that song mister lie detector! 'No, And yes. I don't intend to be malicious, it just comes naturally. The match can't help it that the gasoline reacts so violently'. which was true, he just spoke his mind and it just so happened that it blew other people's. Not his fault, and entirely unprovable in court.
'Anyway, lady. You wanted a rematch'. it wasn't a question he simply was stating a fact. 'And I need a stress ball to work out my frustration, we can meet in the middle'. He turned his avian head to stare at the Arcosian, if birds had lips and could smile with them he'd be giving the frigid defender a chilly little smile."Squark! Doom comes, squark!"
I am so sorry, I didn't think it was my turn, and also don't worry Defrosch I haven't forgotten the banes, but read them exactly. He has not set foot on holy ground, and this isn't a holy symbol in the truest sense, like a crucifix, or a star of David.
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