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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 18, 2017 21:36:23 GMT
(This thread is a split from the Saga thread With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends?)
The group was decided. Xylo led the charge with Cassia, with Samba and the rest of Xylo's tentative allies following closely. Zucceta and Habana's Majin lapdog were bringing up close behind, though strangely enough Queen Habana herself had fixated on Kizuki. The Mazoku Lord smirked, chuckling to himself as he picked up speed. "Heh. Too cowardly to fight me herself. It's fine; I'll deal with her friends all the same."It was a long flight to the Northern Scar, but that was part of the reason they'd left. The farther away from the city they got, the better. As much as the Saiyans and Earthlings demonized him, he saw no pleasure in killing the innocent. The Solar Empire were the ones who sent out Super Saiyans and ravenous Majins to raze cities and steal planets, not him. His only ventures in the conquering scene had fairly low mortality rates, as far as he could tell, anyways. The group passed over a large mountain, and the scenery suddenly shifted. Gone were the lush fields of blue, and the cool green waters. In their stead was charred rocks and valleys of lava. It was foreign and wrong to most, but to Xylo, it was the only home he'd known as a boy. The wounds of a war lost to time had punished this part of Namek, and apparently not even the magic of the Dragon Balls could ever heal it. That's what the secretive and prejudiced Dragon Mystics always said, anyways. Xylo continued his flight just a bit longer, passing over a collection of rocky crags that hid the burial ground of the Mazoku, before finally reaching his destination. Below the group was a simply massive crack in the rocky plains, revealing a deep and unstable pit of boiling lava. The heated liquid bubbled and shifted, almost as if it were anticipating a meal of charred Saiyan. Or perhaps even tastier; fried Namekian. Above that pit, however, was a curious stone disc. It was a simply massive ring of pure obsidian, presumably formed by the Mazoku themselves years ago. It sat firmly over the valley of liquid flames, never faltering in its embedded position. Many battles had been fought here; both honorable and petty. Only time would tell if a Mazoku would earn victory here yet again. The Mazoku Lord touched down on the center of the disc, with Cassia dropping down a small distance away from the valley's left side. The ball had suddenly picked up in pulsation-- it was getting impatient. Lord Xylo scowled, keeping an eye on Cassia while he waited for the battle to begin. Surely one of his opponents would give up their life to destroy the Sealed Ball strapped to the girls back. Cassia seemed unbothered, though. Maybe she didn't realize how dangerous this was. It was either that or she had more confidence in herself than any one being should ever have. "You think this'd get more hits if we streamed it live on Shivery or PunchCube?""How about neither.""Tch. Fine. I'll just upload it to Tubie later..."With that, she put her phone away, and a small camera popped out of her right shoulder. It began to watch the stone ring intently, waiting for the moment the first punch was thrown just as intently as Cassia was. Xylo cracked his knuckles as he waited for his foes to commence this bout, shouting a challenging taunt towards the opposition who'd followed him to this sacred place. "You can come at me all at once, if you think you're that outmatched. If not, we'll settle this like warriors."
Xylo: PL: 361,213 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,558,816 KP: 3/3 Cassia (75% Minion) PL: 270,910 | Mazoku MegaCore (x20) Active! Current PL: 5,418,200 KP: 3/3 Sealed Ball: PL: 32,000 Split joiners: Maeve Rakshasa Zucceta Shemha Samba Sax Levlidian Durian Post Order: Xylo > Levlidian > Durian > Samba > Shemha > Maeve > Sax > Zucceta > restart |
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Post by Levlidian on Sept 19, 2017 3:50:59 GMT
Levlidian eyed this Xylo, his brow furrowed a moment as he took in all that was happening; even with his excessive power it wasn't an absolute definitive that he would be able to remain as cocky before the sheer power that faced him. Still, with a flick of his eye to the others that followed, it wasn't exactly a position he'd foreseen him taking. With a billowing aura of raging gold igniting further, the young Saiyan followed his chosen allie. That ball, it gave off an aura how ever slight that set about a sunken pit in his stomach as they soared towards the Scar. In this moment it was wise to observe those he saw as an enemy today, Zucceta's words sinking in to the betrayal of something he'd never have thought he'd hear from another Saiyan; perhaps there was a chance to resolve this without death. She'd seemed familiar and at the same time, entirely alien but never the less she reflected his thoughts on the matter.
The infernal scar they passed into drew a further examination, his singular working eye travelling from their enemies to the terrain, Xylo seemed to have picked a placement to settle upon and his Saiyan comrade quickly descended to plant his boots firmly upon the obsidian beside him. The length of his long coat fluttered to the gust of air sweeping behind him and Levlidian turned first to Xylo with a nod and then to face the incoming SSE. Durian should have been just behind him, a sinking feeling in his gut terrorising him but he'd trained with her. The Kagami was no stickler to combat any longer and boasted considerable power for her race, still, he tried to fend that concern back into the recesses of his mind. Shemha soared into view and in the darkened scar another feeling or irritation threatened to swallow him- the hypocrite. The others who approached hadn't triggered any familiarity in him; least of all the SSE.
"I'm with you," came the grunt to Xylo, more a clarification seeing as his form would or could depict him otherwise. It wasn't precisely the most pleasant area to pick, he'd have to admit, natural threats lay about them just as evenly as sentient ones. The sheer cliffs, bubbling magma and horrendously dark depiction of their surroundings, it felt like they were in some form of terrible movie climax. Reaching into his pocket and plucking a singular capsule from within he'd plug the tip and his swords would spring from the mists emitted replacing the capsule with a strap of sorts to which he'd thread his arms through and replace the two weapons upon his back; clipping them in place. Slim, short blades little longer than his forearms from hilt to tip, the guards themselves remained relatively small but useful none the less. "Just tell me who you want me to deal with-," he'd divert his scarred complexion to the Namekian and then back to to the scene of arrivals. The conversation going on aside him however, from Cassia and Xylo summoned a childish grin and he lowered himself into his fighting stance, a hand extended like claws, resting in the horse stance and the other limb tucked tight to his waist.
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Post by Durian on Sept 21, 2017 4:55:57 GMT
TO BE BOUND BY WORDS AND HEART The Majin answered. Something Durian hadn’t expected was for Shemha to speak back. Well, maybe briefly and with anger, possibly similar to her saying that she sided with the Empire but it was all still part of the same ‘goal.’ The Kagami found that somewhat laughable. The first time she’s up against this group and here the Majin is completely backing the Saiyans. Tsk. It was to be expected. What wasn’t expected was further explanation. Shemha opening her mind to others that were following after Xylo. Durian should have blocked it out. Ignored it. Not paid any mind to the being that she believed to weave nothing but lies and cunning words. But she didn’t. What Shemha spoke Durian was not aware of. Not enough to deny it nor confirm it. Was Xylo possibly the darker evil on this planet? Worse than Saiyans? She wasn’t sure and didn’t know, looking to Levlidian who raced forward with utmost confidence, she wondered how sure he even was. Or was blind hatred pushing him onwards? Did this Xylo truly have a demon he wished to unleash? Did he unleash it upon his own people before? There were some unsettling thoughts in the Kagami. Not fully to make her stray, she couldn’t leave Levlidian behind. For if they were both evil, she at the very least had to defend that which was important to her. One thing would wrench her heart. Visibly wincing as it echoed throughout the chambers of her mind. dismembered a child. It brought the woman pain, she got no mercy from her other half, and no one else upon this battlefield would give one once of care to steer her correctly. Saiyans certainly had murdered innocents and children throughout the years. But this Namekian as well? Was there no decency? With the words of Shemha ever present, Durian found herself waning. A demonic egg. A destroyer of children. Lev… She tried to send it directly to him, just to the Saiyan. But with that link still buried within her mind from Shemha, she wasn’t sure how clear that would be… It also didn’t matter. She needed him to know that she wasn’t sure. Maybe they should back out. The Namekian didn’t stop, neither did her Saiyan, nor the others that accompanied from egg to beast. Over a mountain, the Kagami kept up through leaps and bounds, pushing herself further and releasing her own energy. It was foolish now to suppress… they were heading to the battlefield. It was so different. No more plants and vegetation that spoke life. This spoke a different message… Pain. Lava and burned stone. A disc was Xylo’s mark. One within a large pit of lava. A few well placed leaps and jumps across molten rock and ledge got her to her destination. The air was hot and dry. It caught her throat and she couldn’t even perspire before the heat would lick the liquid away. Inhaling deeply of the dried air, she made her way towards the two figures. Namely, she would stand with Levlidian unless directed otherwise. He drew blades, prepared. The Kagami, hesitated. Her gaze shifting from the Saiyan to the Namekian, there was distrust. Yet. She wouldn’t leave her own’s side. With a fierce and brief sigh, the reddened eyes of her race shimmered while they awaited that which came next. “I’m with him.” To Durian, this was making it abundantly clear that she was not with the Namekian. She didn’t know him. Didn’t know his past. Didn’t know if the atrocities were true. But. She would stick to that which she did know. She hoped she could trust him. “You may direct me as well.” Not a female of war nor fight, this… was her first show. Sparring Levlidian would not prove as stressful as this. She knew not what was to come, though the negative whispers of her goddess telling her to flee and regroup marred her conscious into thinking only death and sorrow awaited her in some form this day. --------------------------------------------- OOC - Apologies for the lateness! I'll do better. SambaPL - 214,511 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Telepathy [UT1] (18k) The basic form of Telepathy. This allows Durian to communicate thoughts and memories with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission. This can be blocked out by those who do not want to communicate with the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Energy Sensing [UT] (Starting) Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Samba on Sept 23, 2017 18:45:42 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 4,054,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16P) |
A familiar voice breached his mind.
At first, Samba was shocked that he was hearing her inside the privacy of his own thoughts but quickly realized that she was using telepathy, a mental skill that most people were easily capable of acquiring with just a bit of practice. A frown marred his face as he listened to her words, conflicting emotions battling against his psyche as he truly wondered if what she was saying was true and deep down inside that warmongering persona was nothing but someone that wished death and destruction upon anyone.
Then again, he understood the man's feelings to an extent, but to go as far as to dismember a child? Such a thought made him almost want to vomit, but he held to his aloof expression the best he could even though he wanted nothing more than to hurl and direct an energy blast at Xylo's way.
It made him think, why would Habana and Shemha even bother to help Namek considering they didn't need to do it in the grand scheme of things. Most people would have just walked away, thinking that it wasn't their business. The talk about the Guru almost brought him pause, because the only Guru that he knew had been Helix, the Namekian with an almost otherworldly aura about him that made people respect him, Rythid especially.
Could it have been that the previous Guru wanted some sort of alliance with the Saiyans, but Xylo refused to let his people be collared by them? It was a possibility that he couldn't discard away just yet, tinkering with it at the recess of his mind before he finally spoke to the Majin.
'Shemha... how can I trust what you have to say, considering that I've seen what one of your precious soldiers did to an alien life form and a helpless innocent girl, and probably countless others when they conquered a planet? You must have heard of it, haven't you? After all, it made it into the intergalactic news. How do you think the people of earth reacted, how others in the galaxy reacted when they learned that the Saiyan Solar Empire was once more on the warpath for planet dominion?'
Samba's voice, while holding a hint of anger, was solemn and filled with the disappointment of a broken promise. 'You told me that Habana was different, that the SSE had changed and that they wouldn't be doing this sort of thing again. Did you actually meant any of that, or were you just playing me like a fiddle?'
Before Shemha could answer, Samba cut off the telepathic link between them, like a door being slammed shut in someone's face and locked tight. If Shemha wanted to answer to him, she'd have to manually open the link again. It should be easy, given that Samba wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the mind arts, but it will take a bit of force to do it again.
Focusing back on the real world, Samba looked around and felt a bead of sweat trail down the side of his face at the sight that graced his eyes.
It looked like hell on earth.
As they kept moving away from Castle Mazoku and deeper into the North Quadrant of the planet, the lush grass and the green water changed shape into red rivers magma and blackened, jagged rocky soil. It was such a contrast to the lively place that Namek exuded that it took the Zoanthrope by surprise until he schooled his features back to its default bitch face expression.
Soon enough, they reached what looked like some sort of ceremonial area; looking almost like one of those stages in a fighting game where you were getting ready to face against the final boss after long hours to reach to that stage. It filled Samba with a sense of foreboding, tension hanging thick in the air as the other warriors approached and made their stance know.
The large Zoan dropped down to the floor, his feet not making a sound as he descended and stood across from Cassia, giving her an aside glance as she brought out what looked like it was a camera of some sorts. No doubt it would record the happenings of this battle and potentially show it to the world of large for one reason or another. Taking a deep breath, Samba put his attention elsewhere, or more precisely, he focused internally and brought forth the energy housed inside his body into the forefront.
Slowly but surely, wisps of blueish white energy began to shimmer and lick around his body as he channeled the energy, storing it and compacting it for whatever reason he might need for it. In and out, out and in, the Zoanthrope continued to charge as he waited for the first move to be made.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: your turn sweetcheeks
+++[SU3] Ki Charge - Allows Samba to charge his Ki in general, rather than for a specific technique. SU1 Allows gathering for an N1 or V2, SU2 for a UP2 or UV3, and SU3 for an MP3 technique.
Charge: 100% > 200% next turn.
Samba's KP: 3/3
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Post by Shemha on Sept 25, 2017 16:15:49 GMT
| End All; Be All |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 396,617
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 8,934,692/10,309,260(Suppressed) |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: SUPER MAJIN (x31/35) |
Habana chose to stay behind and with that decision, the Empire’s interests rested on the Majin’s shoulders. Partially influenced by those who accompanied her, more out of necessity than desire, she attempted to shift the perspective of the crew that sided with Xylo. If they were his kin, she wouldn’t have expected any response beyond glares of hatred, but the three warriors that she met on Earth might listen. Sadly they initially responded with equal disrespect to her offer, silence. As they soared over the blue fields of Namek, Shemha wondered what lies the Mazoku Lord might have told them during their time here, how far he might have tilted them against the Empire even if they weren’t fans from the start.
Under the group, those peaceful fields shifted to a mixture of scorched rock and rivers of flames. Unfamiliar with this part of the planet, she was momentarily drawn to the drastic change in scenery; this section of the planet looked misplaced. Had she known it was Xylo’s childhood home, she might have grinned for just like the murderous Lord, it didn’t belong here. Despite their elevation she felt the heat that radiated up from below, the air thick and heavy compared to that of the plains. Through the oppressive environment a presence crept into her mind, one that belonged to the Crane Master.
Samba’s words were not what she wanted to hear. Like so many others he refused to acknowledge the arguments against the violent Mazoku Lord and focus on the Empire’s missteps. Fully aware of Purika’s fate, she could not defend his actions, but they had not been sanctioned by her or the Queen as far as she knew. As the foolish warrior committed those acts she was busy defending Vegeta against Vi-Poi. Again she was left to wonder, how much did those at Xylo’s side allow themselves to be guided? Like horses with blinders they saw only what lay before them except unlike the beasts, they did so of their own accord. Perhaps they should have checked with the Namekians who fled to Vegeta for their lives if they wanted a full version of what was going on between the Empire and Xylo.
Back on Earth when she sought out individuals, the Crane Master and her meshed well, but when she tried to reach out to him once more she was met with resistance. Determined to connect she focused to force herself in, her presence once again felt within his mind.
”I meant it. Purika acted on his own and has proven himself a fool for it. I cannot justify every action of the Empire, but twice now we have attempted to enter peace talks with Xylo and twice he has refused. What would you have me do now?” Shemha questioned before a moment of hesitance gripped her, unsure if there was anything more she might say. Samba’s mind was likely made up and if that was the case she would have to proceed as planned. ”I am not sure what you want out of all this, but I shall attempt to subdue Xylo before his demon can escape from that egg. If I fail…the Empire will not be at fault for the lives it takes.”
With that she returned her full attention to the world around her. The Namekian they all trailed began his descent towards a dark outcropping of stone. Whether natural or designed, his choice for this place was clear. Slowly she dropped down towards the obsidian disc, a sidelong glance to her demonic companion indicating she best prepare to defend herself.
A soft slap of her bare feet was the only sound as she set down across from Xylo. Behind her Meridia touched down in a swirl of energy, the dark magic wrapping its way around her until it solidified into her trademark armor. Along with the release came the girl’s true strength, more than enough to match one of the warriors against them if it came to it. The downside however was her battle attires poor design for such a place, the female instantly starting to sweat within the suit of metal, the perspiration only compounded by the situation she found herself in. Through the discomfort though, she remained quiet.
Levlidian and Durian never awarded Shemha a direct response, but the way they stepped to Xylo’s side indicated their choice clearly enough. One by one the rest would arrive and when they did, Xylo issued his challenge. Come at him together if they wished or someone could try to settle it personally.
Habana’s absence left the Commander in a spot she didn’t initially expect. By right and rank, the Queen deserved to take the Mazoku down, yet she was not here. As for the others, Maeve stated earlier her desire was limited to Xylo’s demonic ally and Zucceta was here as an individual, not a member of the SSE. In Shemha’s mind that left the Majin to do as she pleased. Against Walker she fought to support Habana and against Plato, Meridia and Purika ultimately stepped in. Today she was presented the chance to handle this on her own and she was not about to let that slip by.
With a gentle roll of her neck, Shemha stepped forward.
”Like warriors? Did you challenge Mayze in the same fashion?” The Commander asked as her eyes darted to Samba, the pulsing egg, and then back to its owner before a small snort escaped her. Despite the sound, she remembered Xylo’s words in regards to the General’s fate and how he wished it had been an honorable end. Part of her believed he wished for a similar fate should he fall.
”If your words aren’t hollow, I accept your challenge.” Shemha stated loud and clear for the rest to hear. If Xylo was willing to engage only her than it was a chance to end this before it erupted into chaos or at the very least, allow her allies to dispose of that egg. Regardless of which way it went, she was no match for him in her suppressed state. To hold her own against the powerful Namekian, she was going to need every ounce of her strength.
Accompanied by a slow exhale, the Majin’s eyes closed as she focused inward. Silently she willed the power she recently suppressed back to the surface and the faint aura of red around her burned far brighter as the hidden energy reserves bubbled to the surface. No longer limited, her signature rose to represent her true strength and in moments she rivaled the warrior across from her. With another slow exhale her eyes opened to focus on Xylo. She was ready.
Behind the Majin, Meridia removed herself from the immediate area. Backpedaling away from the duo, she moved to the far edge of the platform. Personally unconvinced this would all be settled with a single fight between just two warriors, she wouldn’t be disappointed if it came to be. For now though she would back Shemha as if the challenge were not issued, energy beginning to gather within the armored female in response to the large Zoan on the opposite side. If he stood down she would as well, but if he chose to continue she didn’t want to be left unprepared.
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OOC NOTES: Shemha looks to accept Xylo's open challenge
Techniques used:
Shemha
PL no longer suppressed.
Current PL - 12,295,127/13,881,595
KP 3/3
Meridia
Meridia has transformed to unleash her full strength as well, matching Samba’s charge.
[SU3]Deceptive Charge: Mastering the ability to disguise her attacks, Meridia has learned to gather Ki within her body for any attack without giving away what sort of technique she is powering up. This allows her to adapt her strategy based on the flow of the fight while utilizing her most powerful techniques.
100% - 200% next turn.
Current PL: 5,949,255
KP: 3/3
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Oct 4, 2017 5:21:20 GMT
Yet again, the familiar chime signifying the Kami's arrival would be heard as the golden dragoness lowered to the ground. The grass parted with a soft breeze as she let the wealth of her power boom around her in a furious crash. She took a step forward, her eyes narrowing as she looked upon the gathered warriors with a mix of wrath and DETERMINATION. With a fierceness to her stance she'd once again summon her blade as she prepared herself for the battle that was to come. Despite the harsh words shared between Samba and Shemha she remained undeterred. The challenge proposed by Xylo was fresh in her mind.
"As I said: I came for that demon you have so eagerly used to maim my son." She spoke honestly for a moment. The words almost coming as a shock to her as she realized she had revealed her own personal pain that she desperately tried to keep under wraps. She knew her very well justified rage would end up clouding her judgement. The attempt to be the level headed god was crumbling as she once again felt her conflicting emotions bubble and seethe. Part of her wanted to try and save Ouroboros while the other wanted to smite him. Her normally balanced emotions and morals were so out of whack that she felt more mortal than she ever had in the past. In that instant, the 'kami' was no kami at all. In her place was a furious mother and a concerned friend.
"So when you said that you 'had more important matters to deal with' I think you misunderstood just how serious my challenge was." Her aura began to flicker and flare as she once more summoned her demonic weapon again. The Katchin infused blade reflected the light of her aura as it shifted from it's silvery hue to an inky black. The balance of light and dark had shifted as she fought back the urge to run him through right then and there. The enraged demon trembled under her own killing intent as she kept the blade pointed. forward.
"I suppose I ought to allow Shemha to have her fight even though I'd certainly like to end this now." It was as if all her pent up rage and grief over not only her son's condition but the entire situation in general had boiled over into this sudden outburst brought upon by the smug indifference of her enemy. The images of her son, broken and bleeding, as well as the face of her crying teacher caused her heart to burst with rage and sorrow.
She had to end this.
"If you truly care for the Earth's well being you'd listen to Shemha." Maeve suddenly addressed the crane hermit without looking to him. "The demon he has shackled in there is an evil mighty enough to kill our blue marble. There are legends of how he and his father forced the Demon Realm to it's knees!" She closed her eyes, her wildly conflicting emotions once again causing her heart to sway every which way.
"Yet, my dumb self still wants to try and save him. Damn me." She uttered, shaking her head almost as if she was criticizing her own goal.
What a fucked up situation this ended up becoming.
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Post by Sax on Oct 4, 2017 14:58:13 GMT
[ Sax's Thread PL: 21,731] [ Heavy Weights Active] [ Weighted PL: 5432.75]
Vacating the area around Castle Mazoku was a rousing success. Everyone that was left behind got wrapped up in their own agendas and rivalries. However, even though a great deal many of these match-ups were negatively charged. While he hated such a situation at the core of his being; Sax, with newfound vigor had put faith in a select few to not give up on themselves and cross the line into murder. The Mazoku Dominion's second in command hoped those he believed in did the same for him; and he hoped even more that they would understand the actions he would soon take. Someone needed to be thinking of the bigger picture. If it was to be Sax, then so be it, he thought. Lagging behind by only a fraction, Sax could see everyone that had gathered at the chosen battleground as they either touched down on a patch of... Relatively safe ground or otherwise hovered in the air. Sax could've said this match up was pretty even and favored neither side. Of course, he was right in more ways than one. 'Everyone here has great power and could clash evenly; but... No. That doesn't matter in the end. War doesn't favor any side for anything beyond dying and causing death. Think, Sax. How do you end this? How do you stop a war?' Gliding to a stop upon the ashen floor near Cassia and Samba, Sax cringed almost audibly at the sight of the pulsating orb that housed Ouroboros. Antennae twitching slightly to get a read on what everyone was saying, Sax noticed the gentle yet ominous chimes of a bell-- signifying the arrival of the sword wielding demon from earlier. With his enhanced hearing, Sax picked up what she had said... She was the mother of the second boy that opposed Xylo's true rise to power. Biting his lower lip, Sax fought back the urge to just curl over and give up. Seeing the rightfully placed, genuine anguish in the multi-armed woman's voice, face and body language was all it took. He knew the raw emotion and honesty behind it. Xylo was in that position once before following the death of Digeri. The presence of this woman only confirmed the son of Xylo always wanted anything but this. Once more, with his enhanced hearing, Sax also heard that which the woman muttered to herself. 'Save... Ouroboros? From what? Himself? Thats--' At first it sounded weird, but in the fraction of an instant it hit him like a tonne of katchin ore on sudden atmospheric re-entry. 'That's... That's exactly it.' Their desires were shared in some bizarre way. "What are you waiting for then? Save him from himself!" Without thinking, Sax had in fact stepped forward to stand across from the lady clad in gold scales. He faced her not with violent intent, but with some semblance of understanding. "If you truly thought it was impossible, then why would you even think about it!?" Though he was talking to someone else, Sax had also indirectly motivated himself in the process. "I don't know what the creature in the ball means to you, but I won't stop you from bringing it back to the light..." Sax stole a glance up towards Xylo, very clearly pointing out what he said next was about the man.
"The same way I'm going to do for my father."
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Post by Zucceta on Oct 6, 2017 17:42:17 GMT
"You took us to a lava pit? Is this a Jimmy Brand movie?" Zucceta stated with some amusement as she set down opposite the Namekian warrior, scratched behind one of her ears. A bunch of people settled around Xylo, and Zucceta found her team slightly outnumbered. "Alright, gang," the saiyan called to her allies. "If possible, we should end this fight without killing. There's only one way to really end this conflict, and it involves breaking this cycle of vengeance." Her golden aura billows around her, as energy began to flood through her system. Shemha agreed to Xylo's challenge; a part of Zucceta felt annoyed. She'd hoped to face Xylo herself. Still, Shemha's regenerative abilities perhaps best matched Xylo's similar namekian ability. "Maeve! If possible, prevent that demon from escaping that cocoon during this battle, at least, until others might arrive to help us. Otherwise I'll blast the damn thing myself, and you won't get a chance to save it."The saiyan warrior cracked her neck in her hands. "Right then. Who do I have to fight to get some satisfaction around her?" She barked out, sparks screaming around her roaring golden frame. [SSj2 PL: 9477075 Charge 0 > 100%] Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 6, 2017 22:48:56 GMT
One after another, the warriors touched down. Some in the ring of obsidian, others just outside it. The first to speak was the wildcard, a Saiyan Xylo had never met before. He pledged his allegiance to the Mazoku, for now at least. His Kagami slave seemed to be on their side as well. The Namekian nodded to the both of them, his mind searching for a purpose to give them. The Kagami was fairly weak compared to most here, so it'd be for the best if she took on someone alongside someone else. "You two keep together. Keep any pests out of the ring, but don't overextend. I don't need casualties because either of you got cocky."It wasn't surprising to see who stepped up to the challenge. Shemha stepped forward, taunting Xylo as her power began to grow. The Mazoku had a lot of things he wanted to say. Hateful and spiteful and emotional things. But he held his tongue. Now was the time for action, not words. It was the only thing Warriors truly understood, after all. Shemha's power rose to its maximum. An impressive level, but nothing Xylo hadn't felt before. She'd be a harsh opponent, if nothing else. Though he was confident in his own ability, a twinge of fear bit at his heart. If he lost, would he be absorbed? Would his soul be trapped in the body of an enemy for the rest of time? It was harrowing to think, but he wouldn't let himself fall to her. Even if he did, he had a contingency plan. It seemed, however, that due to this challenge, the former Queen had been left out of all the fun. It was a shame, really. Xylo was excited to test himself against his former employer in an actual battle. Maybe after he knocked Shemha around enough, Zucceta would get her chance. What happened next was something that knocked Xylo's faux-arrogance down a peg. Maeve, the woman he ignored before, revealed something that truly bothered the King of Namek. Her son was maimed by Ouroboros. He shut his eyes for a second, and the battered visage of Etoru flashed before him. He knew that kid would come back to bite him somehow. He opened his eyes again, and frowned. The demonic dragon spouted more words, the hurt clear in her voice, but Xylo knew what she was after already. As a father, he knew. He shared her pain a thousand-fold, though he hoped that her own pain was not as crushing as his own had been. In a moment of honest weakness, Xylo ignored Shemha, turning to face Maeve fully. There was a somber tone to his voice as he spoke, hopefully betraying his feelings to a fellow parent. "If that boy, Etoru, was truly your child... Then I must apologize to you. He was a warrior, well and truly, but I did not wish to cause him such permanent damage. He didn't deserve what I allowed to happen-- not at such a young age."His distraction wasn't over just yet, as Sax jumped into the fray that was this conversation. Xylo's son egged on the spurned mother, pushing her to try and "save" Ouroboros. The young Namekian's final words were pointed and sharp, aimed right at the one who birthed him. Xylo raised a brow-ridge curiously, but he understood what Sax meant in the end. He understood Xylo's unease, and wanted to help him find an alternate solution. But what hope was there for a peaceful end? The Solar Empire knew nothing but violence. Aside from that, Xylo wasn't exactly disappointed that he would get to fight the woman who killed a relative. Knocking Shemha around would help to prove the Mazoku as superior to the SSE, as would his fight with Habana once the Majin was dealt with... But maybe there was another way to get that proof. It was stubborn, and it was silly, but maybe it would be a good alternative. The Namekian turned away from Maeve and Sax, back to Shemha, then to Zucceta. He gave them both a curious look, and spoke. "Your offer from before. To talk of peace? How about I make a counter-offer. We can talk of peace treaties and truces, but only if you can get your Queen to publicly announce that the Saiyan Solar Empire lost the war." He let his words sink in, then turned to face only Shemha. "Shouldn't be an issue, right? The war ends if we attain peace between our empires anyways, so an announcement like that wouldn't be too hard to make. If you can pull that off, then we can drop all of this right now. We'll go to Earth to talk peace, and if there's a trap there I'll gladly be burned alive."Surely some of his allies would see this as entirely pointless. What would that kind of thing even achieve? Really, all it would do is prove to Xylo that the SSE could swallow enough of their own pride to actually be trusted to conduct a peace talk, let alone find a resolution agreeable to both parties. If Shemha and Zucceta declined to even try, all it would do is prove to the Namekian that they never had a single intention of settling all of this without violence. Xylo's stance relaxed, leaving him open to a rush attack from Shemha. It'd be easy for her to sneak a hit in, and Xylo would gladly let her to prove she wasn't to be trusted in the slightest. "Of course, if you prefer, we can just get this party started. I'm sure you'd like that a lot more than talking things out, wouldn't you Soul Eater?"As he awaited a response, something strange lit up the sky. A streak of gold shot overhead, and two more. Those were familiar shows of light, and if anyone else was paying attention, they'd see it too. Someone had just formed the Dragon Balls. A voice tickled Xylo's mind, and the Mazoku Lord sneered in annoyance. "Really?! Making the Dragon Balls was your best idea? I'm a bit busy dealing with the Solar Empire. Until I'm done here, keep yourself safe and hidden, you damn fool."
Cassia blinked in awe at the collection of powers on display. There were lots of folks running about before, but they weren't as amped up as they were now! Her sensors went wild trying to put a number to everyone, but all she really knew was that half the people here out-matched her Battle Jacket. The thought excited her. Maybe she'd get some good data to improve her tech! The small camera on her shoulder detached, fluttering around the battleground to get good angles on everyone who was about to throw down. It focused on Xylo and Shemha most of all, making notes to add flashy effects and cool music in post-production whenever it zoomed in on one of their faces while they talked. "Hmm. I wonder who I should fight. Or maybe I should hang back? Xylo did say somethin' about peace. Maybe it's better if I just keep the ball safe just in case the weird ball-addicted dragon lady comes my way."The generator on her back whirred to life again, and a small dome of crimson energy covered Cassia and the Sealed Ball. It was obvious to most that this was a basic barrier, built solely for defense. She was gonna protect this thing with everything she had.
Xylo: PL: 361,213 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,558,816 KP: 3/3 Cassia (75% Minion) PL: 270,910 | Mazoku MegaCore (x20) Active! Current PL: 5,418,200 KP: 3/3 Charging [MP3] Wall Generator!100% Charged, will become 200% Charged next turn Sealed Ball: PL: 32,000 Post Order: Xylo > Levlidian > Durian > Samba > Shemha > Maeve > Sax > Zucceta > restart Telepathically spoke to: Helix Crust |
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 12, 2017 22:22:59 GMT
The Saiyan eyed each of those enjoying the some what hypocritical conversation, the stare from a now ocean blue orb fixed to the opposition; they must be joking? With that he'd sneer but heed the words from the Namekian King, a boot set before the other and his aura shrinking as control was maintained via his mastery- thus he'd seek Durian's wrist with a gentle tug. "C'mon sweet heart," he murmured, "We have our orders," and without a glance in the direction of the others again he'd seek to lead the Kagami by foot to the outskirts of this 'ring' of Xylo's. It was laughable, a faction known for it's abhorrent destruction and in true, typical fashion arrived with the guise of war surrounding them like a cloak; only to talk peace? They were up to something. Even the talk of an apparent accident involving a youth- didn't sway Levlidian's heart to sympathise with the SSE supporters. In the wake of it all, the greed and the wrath, how many children were slain both intentionally and unintentionally by most of the people here? There was no sureness, only suspicion. The Cooled rock cracked beneath his heels as the Super Saiyan drew a slight ways out but not from ear shot and began to watch as he was instructed.
"They're half cocked," he spat silently, "Even if peace was obtained here today, I can guarantee you that the moment the Namekian lands on Earth- he'll die or will be locked up," he didn't dare speak at a volume loud enough for the entirety to hear; though he was sure Xylo and the other Namekian's could indeed hear his words without issue. "No peace rally arrives with soldiers, no peace rally offers talks on a world that is anything BUT neutral in this," he'd turn his working eye to Durian, "Going to have to trust the Green-Skin knows what he's doing,". Again he's scout those on the side of the SSE, from the Demonic to the Majin and back to the Saiyans. "How many children did the SSe kill or affect, from your race in-particular- yet here they are holding him accountable for such a thing. A weak attempt to switch my mind to their side," his knuckles cracked audibly to his personally taken insult that was Shemha's message. yet he eyed Zucceta who seemed ready and raring to go- eye reduced to a slit he'd roll back his lips; so was he.
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Post by Durian on Oct 13, 2017 2:58:20 GMT
TO BE BOUND BY WORDS AND HEART They filed in. The warriors from the massive group back towards civilization. Xylo. A beast. The Majin. Demons. Another Namekian. The Saiyaness. Order were given. She was to stay with Levlidian. Keep their wits and keep others as safe as possible. The Saiyan took ahold of her wrist and would lead her, the Kagami silently following just as Xylo’s assumption might have predicted. The Zoan began manipulating his ki. Preparing. To which the demon that accompanied Shemha would as well. It seemed that the Majin was going to take the Namekian up on his offer for a one on one battle. Calming her nerves, Durian wondered exactly where that put her. Did they all fight until it was finished? The ways of war were not well known to her. Battle had merely been between her and teachers. This was all new. And while there was a furious thrill, mostly there was simply pure fear gripping the heart of the Kagami. Until the Saiyan was the one to speak about not killing. What. She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around that bit of information. Was it a bluff? And what was this of a son being torn? Was this the child that Xylo had let be killed? And.. it was from this thing upon the one woman’s back? Durian took a moment to glance to the oddity. It was guarded. A demon that brought worlds to its knees and would slay children? An odd trick if there ever was one, Durian’s heart went out to the woman. The loss of a child was not an easy road. The repetition of the topic was wearing down the Kagami’s nerve for what may come to pass. Though Durian would never quite understand what Maeve had ended with. Part of me still wants to save him… Never. The Kagami could never envision such a thing. If she could get ahold of the Saiyan that had done her and her own offspring harm, she would watch him suffer until his last breath. And then hope he revived so she could rekindle that same pain. Xylo turned away. Let his guard down. The mere observance of this made her skin crawl and body tense. How. Why. Was she not just told to keep the casualties to a minimum and here he showed his neck to the Majin? Save him from himself!The red-eyed female looked to the Namekian. She wouldn’t understand if someone tried to convince her to save something that killed her own. But best of luck to him regardless. Others held less hatred in their hearts, regardless if the Kagami had let much of it go. Not all of her darkness could be erased so easily. And then the kicker. This Namekian who wanted to save some demonic power, and a grieving mother, was the son of Xylo himself. And the tables would only be further turned. A counter offer. Namek must have hallucinogens in the atmosphere, for there was no realistic way that all of this was happening in the span of minutes. This counter offer was almost hilarious. There would be peace if the Saiyans announced they lost. No bloodshed. No fighting. They simply said they lost. A smirk cracking onto her lips, Durian didn’t think there would be any way this would be accepted. It had to have been a joke. Surely the Majin would attack at any moment. And then a distraction of lights dancing across the sky. Were they… those rumors of old? Dragon Balls? Pieter had spoken of them back on Earth many months ago. And here, could they really exist? Durian couldn’t be dragged into such fantasy with the situation before them, but it was inspiring to behold. Near her was Levlidian. Furious. She didn’t need to be close to him to tell that. As he spoke, Durian would also think on Xylo’s decisions. She found them amusing, hopeless, and probably foolish. But he would be crippling the Empire even a small fraction to announce defeat. And to humble themselves could show a chance of legitimate attempts at peace. But the Kagami was more in tune with Levlidian’s expectations. The bloodthirsty race that she had been raised among was not one to bend over and take it. But the smirk of the Kagami had long since died and her red gaze would settle upon the Saiyan. “I don’t care one way or another for the Namekian. I’ve sided with you.Levlidian had more choice words and she listened, but her mind was still more or less neutral in her lacking knowledge towards Xylo. “The Empire tastes blood and seeks it out like the animal it is. Let us not be too hasty in assuming the Namekian is much different, love.” A reminder. She didn’t know Xylo. Neither did he. And while she knew there was a burning anger against the Saiyans in him as well, Xylo had some points brought against him just in this day that shrouded him in darkness. Those of power were all tainted, it seemed. Levlidian had set his eyes upon Zucceta. He would. Shaking her head minimally, the Kagami’s lips would move. A quiet and ancient chant as a light glow would come to her eyes. If they were to fight, she’d need to claim the power of her people. --------------------------------------------- OOC - SambaPL - 214,511 KP - 3/3 Techs Used = Energy Sensing [UT] (Starting) Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Samba on Oct 13, 2017 14:56:17 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 4,054,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16P) |
Everything was coming to a head.
The line in the sand was drawn, and each party knew what they were fighting for individually or as a group. It seemed that they wouldn't be able to reach a harmony until someone became the clear-cut victor in this war. He heard Zucceta's voice loud and clear, even without his enhanced hearing. It almost made him want to spat out a sarcastic retort, but he withheld himself from doing so for two simple reasons, one because he really didn't want to become the focus of her attention just yet and two because he felt another push at the back of his mind accompanied by Shemha's firm voice.
He frowned, unwilling to hear another word about this, but that was before the strangely draconic lady appeared and dropped the bombshell: The kid that was disfigured had been her son and the culprit had been Ouroboros himself. In a moment of weakness, Xylo apologized to her; green-eyes immediately heading towards Sax's location, the Zoanthrope realizing why Xylo would feel a twinge of regret at what he allowed to happen, nevermind the fact that one of Xylo's son also died some weeks ago.
Then, Maeve's voice was solely directed at him, the Zoan caught by surprise as he was addressed and given an ultimatum: Help the Earth or watch as Ouroboros killed countless thousands once he was unleashed from his prison.
His fist tightened so hard his sharp claws punctured the skin, drawing the faint smell of blood in the air for those that could smell it. Lips curling up into a snarl of helplessness, the teenager felt truly out of his depth here, more so when Shemha's and Maeve's words shook his resolve.
Samba took a deep shaking breath, trying to calm himself but not succeeding all that well, in his moment of distraction and weakness, he didn't notice that he stopped charging energy, letting it float into the air as harmless wisps of displaced particles of ki.
"What I want... you really wanna know what I want, Shemha?" Samba's voice was rough, a lump forming in his throat as he battled with the emotions raging inside him. "I want them back... I want what Zucceta, her soldiers took from me almost two years ago..." His lips trembled slightly, his shoulder shaking as he felt his eyes stinging, but he stubbornly refused to show any tears to anyone.
"I want my parents back... I want my family back..." Taking another deep breath, Samba felt a fake smile stretch across his face as a broken chuckle let his lips. "But we can't all have what we want, eh, Shemha?" Finally, after a few minutes, the Zoan seemed like he wouldn't have another emotional breakdown again, just in time as his ears caught on what Xylo said just a few seconds later.
It seemed perfect, to anyone that truly knew how the Saiyan worked. They hated to lose, and they hated to stain their pride even more. Someone like the Queen, to publicly announce that she lost the war would be a great blow to her pride, yet it would bring the end of the war.
But something told him it wouldn't be that easy.
In the distance, he saw a beam of light, and a faint memory sparked at such a familiar sight. It was like back on earth when the Dragon Balls were used; did this meant that someone, perhaps the Guru was out there preparing a contingency plan in the case Xylo fell?
So much stuff was happening, and that was without taking into consideration the battles happening back at Castle Mazoku and its outskirts, only time will tell if this war will finally end without blood drenching the ground.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: your turn sweetcheeks
Samba's KP: 3/3
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Post by Shemha on Oct 15, 2017 5:58:17 GMT
| End All; Be All |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 396,617
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 12,295,127/13,881,595 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: SUPER MAJIN (x31/35) |
Maeve’s aggressive arrival initially left the Majin wondering if her acceptance of Xylo’s challenge would go ignored. Although she attempted to use Etoru’s injuries as fuel to convince Samba and the rest to shift their alliance, she cared little for the child in the end. A powerful warrior and respectable fighter, his erratic nature left him as a wild card at best. An enemy of Xylo no doubt, the boy was no ally of the Empire. Perhaps his death would have been enough to sway others to side against the Mazoku.
The demon’s fury faded quickly though, aided by the hopeful words of a young Namekian she did not know. That combined with self discipline allowed Maeve to hold back, for now at least, and with Zucceta content to pick another foe, that left Xylo for Shemha alone. Fully prepared to handle the murderous Lord in a one on one engagement, another emotional outburst shifted her attention to Samba.
While Levlidian and Durian made their own final declarations of allegiance, Samba chose to bring up the past. He spoke of what he wanted, those he wished to see returned and even though his voice trembled with heartache, he chose to address the wrong individual.
Shemha wanted to roll her eyes, but refrained. A silent, level stare was instead directed the Zoan’s way. He longed to see the past undone, the wrongs of the Super Saiyan behind her and the violence of the Namekian across from her reversed…yet he continued to direct his frustrations at her. Honestly, she felt there was nothing to be said to the Crane Master that would matter. You could lead a blind horse, but not force it to drink.
Xylo’s offer on the other hand, brought forth an amused snort from the Majin. Not one meant to dismiss it completely, but highlight just how outlandish the proposal seemed.
Outlandish…but not impossible to work with. With Habana not present, what she would and wouldn’t do was up in the air. To officially lose the war would be a blow to her pride, but even for a warrior as stubborn as the Queen, Shemha believed there was an angle to this she might accept. The true question was, would Xylo be capable of his own sacrifices to save his people. The Commander would play this to the Empire’s benefit if its pride was to take a blow.
”Despite how fickle you have proven to be and your personal insults, I might be willing to accept your offer. I can convince Habana to withdraw from this war and announce the Empires defeat, but only if you are willing to take steps of your own.” Shemha began, softly glowing eyes as calm and unblinking.
”When we meet to discuss terms, you will announce alongside Habana that the Mazoku started this war. You did draw first blood. On top of that, before we withdraw from your world, that egg is to be handed over to Maeve. A show of good faith to a third party and a way to ensure it is put in check. Surely these are simple terms to meet if the war between our empires is to end, no?” The Majin finished with a small smile.
A motion of her hand signaled to Meridia to drop her charge and without a question, the demon let her energy dissipate. The only thing to follow was a slight cock of the Majin’s head in anticipation of the peace seeking Lords response.
In a Universe where Xylo accepted, pride was a low price to pay for what the Empire might gain, the benefits here beyond
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OOC NOTES: A sleepy counter offer to the counter offer!(Or maybe its just stipulations?)
KP 3/3
Meridia
Meridia has dropped her charge.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Oct 18, 2017 10:27:28 GMT
Maeve's eyes of molten gold shot open wide at the sudden shift in events. An apology, reaffirmation for her cause, sorrow of the lost, and a sudden trust that she could do right by everyone: all hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt her aura of bitterness and hatred get extinguished as she once more felt the flood of pitiful tears burn her eyes. She looked down as the sudden weight in her chest caused her to lose grip of her own sword. It was as if her very fighting spirit had been lost in that moment and she was left grasping at a dream. Was this truly happening? Could things finally be solved? Could no more blood be shed? These questions buzzed through her mind as she thought to her family, to her closest friends, to everyone hurt by this conflict. She was so physically taken aback by everything that she had to clutch her chest to prevent herself from falling to her knees. "You..." She gasped, through the agonized tears that stained her cheeks. As she squinted through the blur, she saw the wounds in Xylo's eyes. Despite the stony exterior of his hardened expression she could feel the truth in his words. He didn't speak empty lies or half truths. He earnestly wished that the agony she suffered hadn't been there. Even if it was completely her fault, how could she still hold such hatred? Without even realizing it, Maeve found herself staring at Zucceta. This emptiness inside. The hatred. It was so similar to what she felt toward the former queen to this day. The sorry state her fiance was left in after Kanassa mirrored the one she found her beloved son in after the namekian and his demon were through with him. With all of her divine wisdom and magical serenity she could never mask the pain.
Those were the words she uttered to Habana just months ago. Would Xylo be the same? Would this hatred remain in her heart forever? She didn't know... How could she? ...How could she? This pain, it was one that matched her own. One that matched the look in the eyes of the stone faced warlord that stared upon them. She thought back to the memory as the overflowing emotion that it brought continued to choke her. She could recall every detail of that night. Every word flowed as naturally as a river. Yet despite all of that, another exchange came to mind.
She reached down and took Fateburn into her hands once more. The various words of encouragement and hope from her friends replayed in her mind and gave her the strength not only to dry her tears but the strength to let go as well. It was here: face to face both with the person who killed her fiance and the demon who mauled her son that she would let it all go. Maybe, just maybe, in doing so she could also help save the others that were shackled by their hatred. All she had to do was take her first step.
She looked upon the Namekian with a different expression. Something softer, and gentler than before.
"I forgive you."
Those three simple words unchained her. The weight was lifted as she gave up everything. All the anger, the hatred, the pain. She didn't need it anymore. Even though her forgiveness was directed toward Xylo, her heart forgave Zucceta as well. This was the time to end it.
"I am tired of hating. This cycle needs to end." She said as she turned her gaze to the sealed ball one last time. There were no words. Yet, even so, it was clear she had no intention of leaving without it. She could only hope that Shemha's words would sway him.
"I think we all know it needs to end..."
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Post by Sax on Oct 22, 2017 13:28:19 GMT
"O-oh jeez!" Sax panicked, he didn't mean to make this lady cry or lose focus, damn this was awkward! So the young Namekian, bless his heart, wiggled awkwardly before catching the hilt of the giant blade, wheezing and heaving as it was nearly far too heavy for him. To support his endeavor in keeping the blade around and not having it be lost to the lava, Sax wrapped his arms around the hilt in a neat coil. "Phew!" Letting out a small sigh, Sax would be relieved to find his own father step forward and speak his heart to the multi-armed woman. This is who Sax remembered to be his dad, and it filled him with determination. Saving him was more than possible, because he himself wanted to be saved. 'Please let this work..' Sax's antennae twitched attentively as he listened in on what everyone was saying. Xylo had a good idea; if the SSE admits loss where he admits he started it, and in several major ways, he did. Along with those two conditions, the pulsating sphere that contained Ouroboros was to be given to the draconic woman called Maeve. This was fine by Sax, since he didn't really want it around to begin with and if she could save Ouroboros like she believed she was able to, why stop her from trying? Of course; Xylo would likely have to bind the hidden demon by harsh command to listen to Maeve as unconditionally as Ouroboros followed Xylo's own orders. However, Sax had more to add to this; another step forward in the name of Namek. Turning to Maeve, Sax slowly lifted the giant blade, allowing the demon to retrieve it. "H-here, I don't think you'd want to lose this in the lava." Leaving the weapon to its owner, Sax glared at Demin and Levlidian from under his helmet as he floated upwards, under the guise that he was simply looking at them all. 'Tch. One wrong move from those two and everything might just turn to custard. I won't let that happen.'
Finally reaching an area where Xylo, Shemha and Zucceta could clearly hear him, Sax held out his arms politely. "Excuse me, but I feel that I must speak up here." He began, looking between the three of them, reaching towards his helmet, retracting the visor. They needed to see how serious he was being, so he would not hide his face. "I personally understand and agree with the conditions, but there is something that needs to be made absolutely clear even though I would like to think we all know this. To those of the Saiyan Solar Empire; Namek is not governed by one caste, but by three. During this proposed and in my mind welcomed negotiation, the representatives of the Warrior and Dragon castes need to also agree to this and come along themselves. Tough decisions are going to be made, and I refuse to let them be done just by my father or myself at his side."Sax turned slowly to Xylo, expression softening somewhat. "For you... I know you already know in your heart what I think, and it is hard for you to express your feelings, really, I understand that but... I never wanted this, I never wanted this war. I don't want a home so bleak, or to see people that live in fear of those that work to protect them. I don't want to have a concealed attack dog that is nothing but a sad man shackled by a mystical prison ball with no guidance or nowhere to go. Most of all... I don't want a scary fearsome overlord..." The young Namekian's eyes watered, and his grip tightened on the helmet he was holding. "I just want my dad back."
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