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Post by Dantalion on Oct 18, 2017 7:20:43 GMT
Black Queen to H7
White King to D8
Black Rook to A8
Checkmate.Golden Braziers flared, a little imp sitting and chained through a shoulder whispering sweet pleasantries into his rage induced state. Death was off the table for him, and if what Mammon said about brainwashing was true, he could at the very least return to his normal life if his paddle was snatched from him, though with the confidence Kaza had, he doubted things were going to go bad, Mammon's confidence not so much since he seemed to ooze the stuff as much as a fast food worker sweats grease. Chai pipped up, had he said his name to the goat? Looking back on it, telling everyone he came across his name on Earth was probably not the best idea but hindsight was 20/20 and he hadn't the capacity to reverse it so he had to sleep in the bed he made.
The first to occur was a dodge, a single wooden stick tossed through the skies Dantalion's limbs twisting and contorting at strange angles, they were far from natural, more like the sort of thing that would happen when a computer would glitch out and the armpits would turn to a ninety degree angle, yeah that's how it happened, skin stretched out a hole manifested in his skin as he had no intention of saving Mammon's ass, the guy was strong enough to break a stick right? Hell, he didn't even expect him to be affected though that was soon dismissed as he broke into a scream of bloody murder and rage before quelling back to his usual bravado and passive aggression he was so famed for.
Second and third came together, the white-haired man tossing some random glob of green at him, only for Kaza to make quick work of it, clasping it in her hand and tanking the thing hand first before a new contender rocked through the sky with by far one of the more flashy entrances, two yellow eyes glistened from beyond the watery chasm, Dantalion left stricken with joy, he wanted to fight it. It emerged measured in proper feets and only one larger than Dantalion, was this going to be a semi Kaiju battle? Was a battle of giants about to take place? No.
The fourth came a ringing, he had no idea how he heard a ringing, he was ever more stumped as to why it played out as if he had picked up a phone from inside his own mind as Mammon explained the situation in kind and Dantalion's focus was taken out for a second as a Seabreeze washed against his face, stumbling a little back at the force of the whole endeavour he shook his head, the small ball of black that had formed wailing with the souls of a thousand accursed demons popping from existence like superman swatting away a mosquito only to make it rupture out of existence and no one to care. With him tossed a little back he let loose a smile. Or the best one can do without any lips which were to say none at all.
He fell to the ground, plummeting with all the acting abilities he could muster as the ground quaked from his impact, no crater formed, but stalagmites of stone and rock upturned as if Vegeta itself was trying to embrace the foul creature, whether for protection or sealing was up to interpretation as it seemed the beast was felled by a mere Seabreeze. But this was far from the truth, blazers of golden light swelled his back creaked open with a hideous laughter and welling of black mist that rolled and consumed his body. The silhouette of gold still lingered as a finger raised, firing off a bullet of grey light through the white of the clouds, shifting it open for the light of Makyo to gaze upon the smoke and mirrors of crackling electricity that swam through his mist before finally flashing off to the north of Chai and Pieter.
The catalyst for Transformation had begun.
With that light show of empty sights the black cloud rolled up, shifting as with a pounce like a lion to its prey, it broke past Bing, enough feet below to keep himself out of reach before finally careening for Chai and Pieter, a few feet above as his spindly fingers dug claws into their shoulder blades and pulled them out of the fray, Golden Brazier's glaring at the two as a word was spoken. " The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality." His words were twisted, the dolce tones of his Vampiric Human form were far from present, he seemed more... Distraught than anything, his words blackened and sickened in the way only years of parental abuse could scar and Abyzou spoke up, "Translated to English, yall fuckers are gon' die." The imp said, legs kicking up and down against his shoulder with rapid madness, hanging loosely in the air by a chain as he looked at the two, a wicked smile warped across his stitched face as Dantalion took a single bound, hopefully still with the two in toe, if not, he really is just simply jumping back against them and clotheslining the duo, but not before transforming with a wicked wind. He tossed the two a good distance away, provided they were still in his grip before finally revealing himself properly and giving rightful introductions, though again if they were even there. If they aren't. Well, a lot of this can be skipped. "I am Dantalion." He stated, standing at his full nineteen feet and staring down at the duo, as Abyzou spoke up, "And I Abyzou!" Dantalion was liable to flick him away, but this new Makyan Form and the trip put him in... Quite the predicament, mainly being him being stuck in his flesh. "Now don't look away. Something.... Strange is about to happen." He mumbled, even if they weren't there, this was his time and Abyzou could observe at the very least.
Was it a breeze? A gust? Maybe a Typhoon that had fucked a Hurricane and out popped some inferior hybrid of the two. But either way, something pulled from aa ripple in his back, large jutted spikes surrounding the choir of deathly screams that made a banshee quake in her boots, long tendrils of synapse connected the spikes with the back as gruesome gore ran through the horrid creature, his body bent over as beads of black ichor rolled from every crevice of his skin, horror and pain were quite clear as Abyzou started to jive with joy that finally some fruition was being made. And a critical ingredient was found to remedy the primary issue. Matter, but more specifically, living matter. The broken bricks didn't bend, the ruined roads didn't shift and the collapsed columns didn't creak. But the spread out corpses, the knocked down trees and the grass all bent to the whims of his horrifying gale as the first to snap up where the corpses, lifeless and bending as their bodies flailed with no resistance in the wind, a gobbled noise rupturing as the first corpse was dragged into the horrid abyss of his back, the skeletal spikes each time catching, impaling and finally forcing them down into his back.
With the first corpse consumed, his body swelled with the consumed mass, his hooven feet spreading out, the tendrils and warped skin thickening with a greyish sheen as his skeletal features were drawn over with bubbling ooze and his horns grew scabby and black like necrotic flesh as he screamed over the galing winds, Abyzou merely laughing, for once he wasn't the one being abused by Dantalion and Dantalion himself felt nothing but horrific pain, as was accustomary whenever he seemed to transform now. BUt that wasn't the end, excess corpses fueled his body, his limbs increasing exponentially, his head engorging as his once taunt flesh become swollen and massive, his spear even consumed to aid in the increase of size, the horrific scene of skeletal thorns that gouged through his back become encompassed by skin and even Abyzou was trapped under the swelling flesh, his head all that was visible as the burning mark of Mammon left cinders and burns, stretched out thin and seething with Demonic Energy as his brazier eyes of gold were really all that remained in the bestial creature as the final piece of the cake unfurled, two thin wings nowhere near capable and tattered as if beaten. "Seems... Need more.... Mass..." He said, exacerbated and tired from all the effort as he caught a glimpse before looking to Pieter and Chai. "You two.... Should be enough." He tried a smile, but now he had quite literally no mouth and were his words came from was a mystery.
With his transformation finally revealed and his new shape far larger than even hook he raised a palm, swiping it down with a heavy-handed slap while the other cocked back, punching the ground and causing stalagmites and great thorns of rock and dirt to raise and impede movement. If however Chai and Pieter weren't taken with him, he would dart towards them, palm raised as would go in for a heavy-handed slap down on the duo and hopefully sending them cascading through the ground.
All the while. A horrific scream lurched in his back, and something swelled from deep in his sealed mouth.
Dantalion's Base PL: 144, 549 / Destruction King both Unlocked and Activated New PL: 2,601,882 |
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722 
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 19, 2017 12:00:31 GMT
Bing clicked his tongue in disappointment. He hadn't taken the Majin for a team player, not to that extent. Getting her lackeys off the table was going to be a lot harder if she actually cared about them. It meant he'd need to care for his own team just as much, if not doubly so. These three might be a team, but their vile ways would help them prey on the weakness any hero had-- to save those who needed saving. Sometimes though, that weakness could be a strength. Chai and Pieter had grouped up not far behind Bing, readying some sort of team attack. He'd have to keep their three enemies at bay for now, then. It was their best shot at knocking this fight out of the park before things got too serious. That beastly fellow, though temporarily stunned by Chai's incredibly cool robot, was already pooling his Ki again. To make matter worse, his master had apparently taken a liking to messing with a citizen who'd jumped into the fray! Things were already getting ugly, it seemed. The Majin roared insults further, and though her words surely meant little, it was the ignorance laced within them that actually upset the Serpent Master. She had been so corrupted by her own experiences that she couldn't accept that someone with a good heart could ever go through trying times. It was a shame for Mammon and Dantalion that Bing was the exact example needed to prove her wrong. Kaza's aura flared, but before she could get a grasp on her growing strength, the Earthling scowled. He raised a palm, and shot a ray of blinding light down toward her again. It packed just enough energy for her to lose hold of her growing Ki, but he doubted he'd be able to pull off that lightshow a third time. "You make me sick, Majin... You think you're the only one who's known pain? Who's known loss? Who's been used before?! I know it all too well, and that's why I'm here!"The Former Kami was winded now. He'd used the last of his energy in that blast of sunlight. Even still, his aura rose with his voice, bathing him in an almost holy glow of Ki. "The Solar Empire made me a tool too-- turned me against the ones I loved. It's because of that experience that I vowed to never let it happen to anyone else." He glanced down at the city. Things were getting hectic. "The pain you feel... That vengeance aching to burst your heart open? I felt it too. If you give in, the cycle will continue forever. One of these citizens will hunt you down, and they'll enact that same vengeance on you." He hesitated for a moment. She wasn't going to listen to it if he put it that way. The idea of inflicting pain was too ingrained in her mind-- or at least he assumed. There had to be some other way to plant the seed of doubt in her mind. "Besides... What good would hurting these warmongers do? Wouldn't it shatter their pride more to know that someone else had to save them from this madness? Someone who, despite the hate they feel, looked past it, and protected the ones who hurt her the most?"With that, he fell silent. He was letting a lot ride on those words. If they fell on deaf ears, he might be in a bit of a bind. Surely he'd think of something though... Right?
Thread PL: 364,829 | Spiritual Ascension (x23) Active. Current PL: 8,391,067
Used [SU1] Sunlight Overdrive on Majin Kaza !
100% Stunning Power for a stun potential of: 8,391,067!
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Post by Chai on Oct 20, 2017 2:33:19 GMT
| ILLEGAL, IMMORAL, AND FATTENING |
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| == CHAI'S PL == 142,266 Base 2,276,256 PL Active | == H.O.O.K'S PL ==
106,699 Base
1,066,995 PL Active
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | TRANSFORMATIONS: x16 - Convalescence / x10 - Battle Mode MKII |
Chai's eyes took a moment to focus as the blinding light from his charging attack glistened like a star. His eyes briefly trailed up to Mammon, whom sported a lack of understanding when it came to Chai himself. "...Huh." Chai put a hand to his chin while the other was extended forwards to continue charging the Unity Burst. "Well, I'll tell you one thing." The goat's smile faded, his eyes closing. "...You, Dan, and your majin friend aren't the only ones who have suffered through the fires of a frozen hell and back."
Chai's eyes glistened with a rainbow aura, both narrowing at his opponent. He didn't want to hurt Mammon, but the lives of the many weak saiyans below came first when put next to these genociders. In this world, it was not kill or be killed. "..." Chai paused, a solemn frown crossing his face. "No." He clenched a fist, the blazing lights from his attack spreading out further. "This world-- it's not mine. I know a world where things are like that. I know a world of nothing but torment." Chai briefly hinted at his own world. A smile crept across his face once more, this one of genuine happiness, somehow. "...I can't word how happy I am to know at least one of the many realms of this cruel reality has people who care--"
But, alas, a sudden strike blazed past Chai, interrupting him and hitting Mammon head on. "Who in the what now?!" Chai questioned, a familiar energy festering behind him. "...Oh. Oh no." He muttered, turning around to face his student, Pracross. Eyes were wide with shock and fear, his own charge nearly fading in that moment. Chai shook his head, a pang of energy in his palm reminding him of his duties.
Chai glared at Pracross- if looks could kill, his student would be dead on the floor in that moment. What was he thinking, throwing himself into a battle of powerhouses that could swat him away and splatter him across the floor like a fly? While Chai was pondering about what to do now, Kaza's energy soon reared with hate, torment, and malice on Bing's side of the field. The majin blocked the Serpent Master's attack, and now she was preparing a special technique of her own, alongside her demon lackey. Chai grit his teeth. 'Shit.' He briefly cursed internally. If they fired all at once, this battle would be over in a second... It was all a horrible case of deja vu to Chai.
Mammon wasn't happy, either. He seemed to be focused on Pracross, causing the now anxious goat's heart to beat even faster. Chai swore he wouldn't be responsible for any more innocent death. Not this time, and not the next.
Pieter soon acknowledged Chai's proclaims for a team attack, though his energy still wasn't sufficient enough to properly charge a matching technique to Chai's own. "...Okay, change of plans." Chai whispered to his friend. "I handle Mammon. You handle Dantallion. Regroup with me after-- We just need to live through these attacks, and we'll be in the clear." Chai wearily eyed Kaza, pausing his whispering. She was still charging her attack in the face of the "ignorant" heroes... Honestly, the fact she thought she was the only one who suffered and had ever suffered was... kinda stupid. Nonetheless, Chai turned to Pieter, forcing a confident smile. Whether it was genuine or a mere bravado was up to Pieter's interpretation. "Don't worry about me, Piet. I will be fine."
"Anywho, that demon over there is Dantallion. He was... much more human when I met him last." Chai bit his lip, voice still a hushed whisper so that only his saiyan friend could hear. Chai closed his eyes, recalling their brief meeting. "...And he was kinda nice also. Maybe it's the Makyo Star or Mammon over there doing something to him- I don't know." Chai finally turned to the devil himself, whom surged with a black aura and yet another power up! Seriously, what was with demons and getting super good transformations really early on? "But hey, what's the worst that can happ--"
Oh. Dantallion was absorbing and mauling corpses demonically through his back.
...Therapy later. Therapy later for sure.
"Well, at least he's not charging that attack again, right?" Chai forced another smile, which faded within seconds. "...He's charging that attack again." Chai sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He briefly gauged Mammon's energy- if he could pull off this Unity Burst, even on his own, then... Perhaps pesky Pracross here wasn't dead right away.
Flashing a quick thumbs-up to Pieter, Chai would quickly dash forwards, seemingly phasing between Pracross and Mammon. Before he could speak to the demon, though, he had to have a word with his pupil. "What. Are you DOING here?!" Chai hissed, eyes narrowing. "I appreciate your concern, but this isn't your battle. Not yet." A pause- though brief, rippled through the battlefield. "It is important to FIGHT for what you love, yes. But..." Chai sighed, calming down and glancing to the side. "...Don't kill, and don't be killed. That's our motto." The otherworldly zoan's didn't last long, though. A burning temper soon coursed across his face once more- yet his scolding was matched with his usual trusting perverseness. "Trust us! We'll win this, and just RUN and help with the evacuation while there's still time!" Chai commanded. Regardless of his friend's rebuttals, he would remain silent, turning to the man Mammon himself.
...Even now, a little voice of doubt in the goat whispered in his ear. Would he be wasting his time, trying to help Mammon? Would his love and acceptance of others be a weakness they would exploit-- would he be at fault for the deaths of his friends, and now an entire planet, once more?
Chai briefly glared at Mammon with daggers, only for an ear to lift when he caught ear of Bing. The Serpent Master was also quite miffed by Kaza and Crew, to say the least. Chai's mentor used the last of his energy to daze Kaza once more- to buy himself and Pieter a little more time. Chai's eyes widened, trailing away from the charging Mammon. Despite his anger, Bing looked past it, even... relating to the majin? He raised a brow in concern. Woah. What... What exactly happened to him to turn him on his loved ones, anyways? Chai shook it off for now. He'd hate to bring up bad memories in his friend- that question was best left unanswered today.
Chai could relate to Kaza too, in a way. He never sought for THIS much vengeance, but the pain was familiar. If Bing could calm or subdue the blueberry majin, then... Maybe he could reach out to her poor soul. First things first though. Mammon and Dantallion had to be dealt with- Bing had Kaza under control for now.
Meanwhile, HOOK's flaxen eyes locked onto Pieter, then Dantallion. His energy was still low on reserve. Could he really survive this oncoming attack in one piece...? Roaring again, the robot dove down, internal energy reserves quickly releasing, refilling his stamina and energy, much like the average affect of a senzu bean. Lowering his head beside the tribal saiyan, the robot slowly began to charge yet another powerful attack to protect his caretaker's friend...
Chai, on the other hand, just smiled. It was time to do what he did best with Mammon here.
"...Hey. Dude." Chai turned back to Mammon, calmer now. "...I get you're angry at these saiyans-- and us also probably. And that stick. ESPECIALLY the stick." The goat gestured to himself with his free hand, then the group behind him, forcing a smile at his brief jab at Pracross' sticky friend. "Like your friend there, I assume you want them to know the pain they caused to you, at the very least. Correct me if I'm wrong, though."
"..." Chai inhaled again. For a moment, the energy gathering in his palm flickered with uncertainty. "You scared me-- us. That's what started this mess." The zoan looked down in dejection. "I... will not understand this killing easily. Sorry." A few images of Bing's corrupted self, coupled with his own evil persona flashed in Chai's mind. What torture did the two of them go through to give them that mentality, even..? "But because of a couple bad days, anyone can be like you- I know I did. Bing did."
"But, if you balance out all that bad with good, you can be... you know." Chai stammered. "Better" wasn't the term, neither was "like us." "That weight on your heart- all that pain and suffering is like a lead weight. And if you focus on it too much, it can crush your soul and cause things like this." The goatman's eyes closed again, a faint smile creeping across his face.
"...I sugarcoated it earlier, but I too have been through a rather hefty amount of unpleasant things. So... I feel like I can understand where you are coming from." Chai beamed again. "But, look at me now, eh? If I, a goddamned GOAT, can surmount those feelings, I think you can also! No, I know it!"
"And that's why I still believe in you. Even if you don't see the point, even if you don't think so." Chai reared his charging hand back, extending his open palm forward once more. "...So after this, you and me can go catch up over some sundaes back home. We'll help eachother, somehow, someway. Maybe not now, maybe not the next day. But someday-- I promise.""You are my friend. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of empathy." "...You deserve to be happy, Mammon."
OOC NOTES: JUST AS PLANNED
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3/3 KP | [SP] Unity Burst charging.
200% (4,267,980) charge this post
300% (6,828,768) charge next post | FLAVORED SENZU BEAN USED!
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 20, 2017 5:27:07 GMT
A flare of the dramatic was given by the two demons before them! Spouting curses, lamenting those that appeared to oppose them was nothing to be really concerned with. Pieter rolled his teal eyes before he brought his left hand forward and his right hand over his head, both assuming a 'clawing' form as he called out to the demon, "If I had a zeni for the amount of times I heard you'd suffer over the course of my lifetime, I'd have a about 100 zeni! Save your breath, jackass..."Pieter listened, while looking at Dantallion's head as he charged his energy up. The guy ended up feeding on some of the dead carcasses left behind by the two that got here first, and with it, his energy reached to Pieter's level! The hunter cursed, and Chai freaked out for a bit, before elaborating about the mark on Dan and the guy before them being related. He figured that Chai might've been right, but they had to stave him off while they took down the guy! However, Chai wanted to handle him on his own! Pieter growled, "Take down that one if you wanna give everyone a chance together with me, Chai. This isn't Eastern Ca-"Chai rushed forward, heading towards that new arrival via some speedy manner! His energy had still been building, but the current moment, they were split. Chai was taking a bit risk to rant at Pracross. Pieter shouted, "Not the damn time, Chai!"Pieter flickered over to Chai, who had started a speech directed at Mammon. He was so optimistic and believed Mammon could be a good individual! The hunter knew he didn't have the heart to do what needed to be done. The Hunter patted him on the back, and if looked at Pieter, he'd see Pieter smiling. He told Chai, "Put some faith in my ability to handle that guy while you keep Dan in check... Toss me at him. I got this!"(My apologies on how short and disjointed this may feel. There was quite a lot that I couldn't fully incorporate!  ) ( Pracross Yendatta) (KP: 2/3) (Pieter is now charging Wolf Pack's Tooth and Claw (V2, Style, Merging)! PL is currently: 886,783 (rounded down). Next post, it'll be 1,773,567 (rounded up)!) (Current PL: 2,660,350) |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 20, 2017 12:15:44 GMT
Pracross' heart was racing. No, worse, it was shaking in fear. The demon he had thrown the staff at looked very angered with the results of the strike, made evident by his soul scraping speech and especially through the way he bent the weapon into a very deformed shape. Though, even in his fear, he was surprised that the thing had made a mark, right across the chest. "Wow, some real damage!" he couldn't help but smile, which disappeared quickly. Mammon had started to power up again, his rage forming flames around him. Reason one to leave. As the Saiyan in Spiral looked at his mentor, he felt pain worse than death his stare, offering him a worse torment than the demons ever could. "Ah! Sensei! Nice to see you here on Vegeta" He gulped, smiling with dead eyes. "So uhm... Yeah-" Pracross was called over to the fight. Bing tossed some kind concentrated ki blast in his hand at threw it to the newest arrival, but was blocked by the Majin. Strange seeing someone so angry playing with a team. Pracross looked back again, his mentor and Pieter seemed to be conversing over something, which the boy could only hope was a plan. With rage in heart, the Majin grew into beyond that of simple anger. Her rage was ruthless, making an insane claim. The only one who's suffered? Who was this lady?! The Saiyan grew angered himself now, feeling something inside him that made him forget how sad he felt for the Majin. His fists clenched as he spoke up, looking at the Majin, though she doubted she'd hear him. "You think you're the only one who's lost something? You think you're the only one who's felt pain?! Everything was taken from me!" There were tears forming in his eyes, but he wouldn't allow them to flow. "I've lost my home, my dignity, my pride, my family... all because of sick people who never learned to forgive! My father is dead because of the Arcosians! My home was forced away from me by the Saiyans!" The Saiyan took a shaky breath as he looked at the ground. "And now everyone I've every known is dead. My mother, my mentor, my best friend..." His nails digged into his palms, looking up at the Majin. "How dare you say you're the only one to feel pain, because here you are, taking everything away from me!" The Saiyan's rage was condensed into a punch, throwing it into the solid concrete, creating a crater as he wasted the energy he built up from his anger. When he recovered, his Sensei appeared before him, questioning him in a stern tone, but only answering himself. He sighed and looked at his mentor, who offered the idea of helping with the evacuation. The teary-eyed Saiyan looked back at the battle and grit his teeth. It's the only thing I can do, isn't it? Pracross sighed, his rage not quite subsided yet, but he wasn't going to let Chai down. When everyone split back up, the Saiyan looked at his pretzel of a weapon and let out a small noise as he developed an idea. "Return and retract..." He whispered, the weapon flying back towards him as it entered a smaller state, perfect for travel, all while fixing it's shape. "Oh thank Kais!" he muttered, his companion glowing with vigor. "That felt incredible! Do it again!" The Scythe grew overjoyed in his hand, yet the Saiyan shook his head. "Actually, we need to get out of here, at least for now." The Saiyan focused his ki into his flight as he took off, and if he weren't to be stopped, he would leave the combat area to help assist the Saiyans.
(Pracross is attempting to escape combat, not the DE!)OOC: Pracross just realized some shit... Up next: Mammon |
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Post by Mammon on Oct 20, 2017 12:49:16 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |
Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696
GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18)
Laughter like the crackling of fire, the mirth of thunder, all the mercy of a storm, it didn’t so much leave the mouth and enter the ears and travel up to the brain, it just skipped the process altogether and burst in on the mind’s most private places. Like that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘jump’. “No, will you be there in the end, when the clock strikes thirteen when the final tolling of the bell,” his voice was like tainted honey, sweet and sickening, but leaving you wanting more. “when the final grain of sand leaves the hourglass. Will you be there when you must confront all the lives they’ve taken and will take, what will you tell them?”
‘That you did your best.’ and there was amusement in the dark like cat’s watching a mouse it had corner struggle to find an escape, but there’d be only one escape. The final, the one you didn’t come back from. ‘What will they say to that I wonder.’
“Hell, hell? What do you know of hell, I have walked in its valley and found it wanting, death could not keep me, and you think your words will. Arrogance!” and with that, there was a sound like the ringing of a hundred anvils, sparks flew up from him glimmering darkly and promising sweet pain. “You mortals find it so hard, cause you believe there is a right and wrong.” And soon the fire died, but the darkness grew to great heights, his wings casting shadows that spread from building to building. “I have stood on the edge of eternity, there is only power.”
There it was again like a mother’s open arms, entirely forgiving, entirely unjudging, no matter what he did or said they just wouldn’t close, hope. Even in the darkest hour, for it is then that it shines brightest. “No, I can’t, I do not do this for petty revenge. I do this cause I must.” must he, did he really have to, he could turn his back on all this and be embraced. But then what, could you look them in the eye’s and tell them he was sorry, all those dead, could he look into their cold dead eyes. “No. For I am Mammon, born of hell - and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight.” could you live with yourself if you knew everything you ever did was wrong?
“Thank you, Chai for what little it is worth.” his voice was soft, easily missed in all the sound and fighting, but there nonetheless.
“But I am who I am.”
And instead of word’s what came from his mouth blew and tore the cool from the air, leaving it hot and boiling like someone had opened the door to the furnace of creation, fire flickered at the edges and the laughter of flames could be heard, it was the kind that would consume the world before turning on itself. Fitting no?
It came out like a river of molten magma, sizzling and popping, it didn’t aim for Pracross, it treated him like an afterthought, it went for the throat, the kill. The planet.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Oct 20, 2017 18:28:26 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |Kaza's PL: 280,680
Kaza's current PL: 4,771,560 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin w/ Bulking (x17)
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If only her vengeance would be that easily achieved. A surge of power, a wave of destructive Ki, and then nothing. A plan as easy as one-two-three, yet impatience lead her to be blinded by the math problems. The same flash of bright light that burned into her sight once before, and now again. Were they stuck in an endless loop? Perhaps. She knew the universe was, maybe the same applied to this battle.
Further frustration clawed at her soul, whatever little remained of it. Being denied her pleasure over and over again, all she got was a tease of the excstasy she craved oh so much. The white-haired wonder poured his heart out onto Kaza. Tales of abuse and sadness, ones similiar to her own. ''Maybe we're not so different after all...'' Her voice croaked. The horrors of the Saiyan Empire weren't foreign. Not to her, not to anyone. ''So why allow them to function? The Empire?'' Licks of blackened Ki stroked her skin, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
''Will you talk to the Queen? Force her to change her ways? To treat her people better?'' Maybe. She wouldn't put it against this Peace Brigade, but they lacked the spine. The Saiyans had a will of iron, one not easily broken. Perhaps a better question was, ''Will she listen?'' But the anwser was obvious. ''They made me who I am...''
''More like me will rise to power eventually. The only way to stop me, is to stop them.''
Tired eyes shifted toward the Zoan. It was hard to ignore him, as he too decided to pour his life story out. Kaza regretted mentioning her motives, as she was now forced to listen to their sob-stories as well. They might have suffered, yes, but she lacked empathy. Her soul was cold, and her mind a tundra. Bitter and cold, unrelenting.
Blackened eyes shifted towards Bing. ''Do you think I will listen to your promise of hope? That I can be redeemed? Who are you to force me to change my ways?'' Her gloomy voice echoed, truly hopeless. Sadness might've torn her apart, yet the path she walked was her own. Kaza finally controlled her own destiny. Her destiny was her own. ''The light abandoned me long ago...I cannot, I will not return to it.''
''All existence is, is suffering...Yet we trudge along, force a smile. ''The future will be better'', you tell yourself. Just give up- give in to your hatred...Lose hope for the future, it isn't there. Nothing will change.''
She briefly glanced to the other defenders. So full of hope, so eager to protect, so foolish. Willing to throw your life away for a planet not your own, a people not your own. They would realize their mistakes soon enough. A hand slowly raised itself, black static crackled, yet her eyes were locked on the retired God. ''Hope is ignorance, mercy is weakness, kindness is a lie. How long will your weakness keep you alive?''
''KILL ME. Confirm my doubts, scum. Kindness is a lie. And deep down, everyone is a liar.''
A blast hissed from her palm. Not one of destruction, but one of sheer annoyance. ''Shatter-sound!'' A pulsating wave echoed throughout the skyline, intense vibrations that cracked glass and crumbled stone. It carried with it the noise of a million wailing souls; Screams of agony, her screams. They were directed at the Zoan, enough to make him drop that precious energy he had built up.
Her attention then moved to the newest addition, nothing more than an annoyance to her. If only he chose to stay silent, he might have been spared, yet now the eyes of a murderer were locked onto his. ''Oh my, you seem upset...'' She scoffed loudly. In the Saiyan's eyes, it would seem the Majin had the ability to teleport, as in that moment, Kaza had moved directly infront of him.
Hopeless eyes stared deeply into his, and for a moment, she was silent. One step forward, then two, then a stop. ''Be grateful of those that cared for you...If only I could say the same.'' Kaza's voice was soft. This fight didn't concern him, yet he had a family waiting for him on the other side. Why let them wait? Why continue feeling sadness?
''Go be with your family.'' A tear dropped from her cheek as a hand raised. It was coated in darkened Ki, and swiped out at the Saiyan's neck. It would be over in an instant, he wouldn't feel a thing. He would find peace in the Afterlife, away from the cold reality of this world.
His suffering was at an end.
Kaza's charge was dropped due to Bing's stun!
Using [SU1]Shatter-Sound to stun Chai, Chai's charge is now gone-zo.
Kaza - Chai
4,771,560 VS 4,267,980
Using [N1]Majin's Anger (1,574,615) at Pracross, intent to decapitate him quickly and painlessly.
KP: 1/3
TAGS: Dantalion Bing Gan Chai Pieter Wolfbane Pracross Yendatta Mammon
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Post by Dantalion on Oct 21, 2017 5:26:33 GMT
Yeah, don't have anything good for music so you have to deal with this.
Speeches. Dear lord the speeches, if he had the chance their tongues would be the first to come out. Not just the heroes, Mammon's and Kaza's as well. Had they never seen an action film? Ya talk about ya backstory and the hero prattle on about how they overcame adversity and that they weren't so different. But there was a more pressing matter for Dantalion. One that both benefited him and riled him to livid degrees with Abyzou to be the first to speak up on the whole debacle. "Oi, Dantalion, I think these fuckers are ignoring us." He stated quite plainly, Dantalion nodding in response with a wry smile, skin flaking and shredding as the first of life formed in his mouth, it wasn't his own Ki, it was the deads. The risen souls of those he consumed, their wailing souls, their spirits twisting in a cacophony of colour in his maw as he decided that if none of them wished to deal with him, then a rampage of destruction was to follow.
He turned around, uninterested in the mild bickerings of children. They didn't want to deal with him, hell they seemed to be too busy fighting over who got to fight Mammon than to even worry about him so with a high pitched wail that only caused the dogs to cry out in pain and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces, rolling down in a cascade of a sharp waterfall that plunged deep into the bowels of whatever Saiyan Survivors still walked this hellscaped warzone. He wondered if after all this they would still claim to be fueled by War? Or if they had realized that they were simply the sorta race that enjoyed winning.
But did he care? Was he going to justify his actions like Kaza or Mammon? No, he was here for wanton destruction, to release al the pent-up frustrations the Mazoku brought with it, to unwind and relax the only way a Demon knew how through sheer. Unadulterated. Slaughter. He found buildings, were light show danced through the sky, where people moaned and wailed horrified tunes. They didn't enjoy it, the pride was gone, the fear had set in. There was no Empire to guard them, the realization of futility set in proper as Dantalion swiped a hand at the ground, rupturing spikes impaling the building and toppling it over as people were crushed underneath a combination of their family and friends corpses and rubble and rock.
Only for him to follow up with their consumption, hand running through the rubble as he pulled out swathes of corpses, consuming them more before hearing the perpetual bang. His mouth and maw unleashed and cracked, like stitches peeling from a freshly stitched wound, but was it blood, ichor, water even? No, this were souls, the souls he had consumed, the souls of the damned relished in the bowels of his body and would finally be used for something great, they would finally get the chance to do what their Saiyan dreams always were and destroy a planet. Shame it had to be the one where their parents, their friends, their pet dogs and everyone else they ever knew lived. With a great retching sound, the sort that would make that little kid at the swimming pool cry he braced his face downward, body arched as a violent explosion ruptured his face, skin peeling back as his skeletal features were once more shown. BUt there was something far worse than that explosion, the sound of life being drained, the utter terror and screams of everyone that he had consumed being sent to a second death, first consumed now blown up, maybe if he died here he would go to hell and make them suffer another death.
Dantalion's Base PL: 144, 549 / Destruction King both Unlocked and Activated New PL: 2,601,882 Abyzou PL: 5000 |
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 21, 2017 9:02:26 GMT
"We're all trying to make the galaxy a better place, Majin. While I'm here protecting people, the queen is out there trying to break this cycle of war and vengeance, and when she's done? Who knows! Maybe their whole empire will turn on its head. The warmongers will become peacekeepers. But we won't know unless we give them a chance to change. Killing them off does nothing but fester fear and hate."The Majin was close to something clicking, Bing could tell, but something was keeping her from making the change. A deep resentment, a stubbornness? Who knew. Whatever the case, it was obvious by her words that she was sticking to her guns. She spoke somberly as her energy grew again, though this time her intent was something different. Before he could figure out what her plan was, she shot a blast of sound towards Chai! In annoyance, Bing turned back to the goat, but he had no time to save his friend. He grit his teeth as he turned, sensing a massive explosion of dark magic and sinister Ki from Kaza's associates. The two of them fired despicable blasts of hateful energy toward Vegeta itself. There was no way to counter those without some risk. "Dammit! I knew I should have given them more attention!"Without thinking, the Ex-Kami charged through the air. He ignored his allies, and his enemies; the only things in his sights were that fount of lava and the screaming souls accompanying it. The mere sight of those attacks was enough to make him furious. They were visual representations of the horrible malice that poured through the villains he faced this day. What little remained of his Ki engulfed him, and he picked up speed, racing ever faster towards these massive waves of death and destruction that were aimed straight down at the city below. The window was tight, but with his speed and determination, he was able to reach the offending blasts just in time. It was a real shame he was out of stamina, though. He stared up at the attacks, and simply splayed his limbs outward. Like a shining star, he was the beacon of hope in this dark time. The dual attacks rammed into his body harshly, pushing against him with immense force. The lava seared his skin like no regular Ki had done before, and the ray of dead souls stripped away the burnt flesh like it was little more than paper. It took every last shred of his willpower to not become pure ash in that moment, but as he floated there, a few thoughts kept him alive. The thought of Maeve's heart-broken, grieving face.
The thought of Etoru's vengeful quest.
The thought of Vi-Poi's shock and sadness. They'd all seen him die before-- Felt his Ki peter out before. He wouldn't dare let them feel it again. He had to survive. Not for him. Not for this planet. He had to survive for the ones he loved. In that moment of determination, the blasts had finally hit their breaking point. Rather than try to push past this hero, they simply exploded. Screaming souls and flecks of magma flew in every which direction, leaving a massive cloud of black smog to hang in the middle of the city. Bing's Ki was barely a blip on the radar now, and under all that smoke, nobody could know what his fate was. The chaos that had littered the city before fell silent. For the briefest of moments, it felt peaceful. It was almost as if no war had ever touched this place. In that moment, Bing's energy began to climb. It was obvious to most, surely. Even with their vision obscured by the clouds, what could the answer have been otherwise? He'd swallowed a senzu bean to replenish himself. To those who didn't know, however, this was surely a terrifying moment; a harrowing shattering of the ego in the hearts of villains who thought they could beat the beacon of justice. An immense ray of light broke through the clouds, and in short order, they were blasted away. In their place was a massive crater, and in its center was Bing Gan. His right arm had been vaporized from the shoulder down, though the wound had been cauterized pre-bean, so all that was left now was a stump. Intense burns covered most of his face and chest; something the senzu was unable to fix for now. What little remained of his Gi preserved his decency, but did little else. As he stared out at the foes surrounding him, he arose into the air, and was suddenly coated in electricity. He clenched his remaining hand into a fist, before relaxing it slightly. He brought his hand up, keeping it in a finger-gun shape, aiming it first at Dantalion, then to Mammon. Slowly, a bright-red orb of Ki formed at the tip of his finger, and he smirked. It was the kind of smile a cocky winner would give. As morbid as it was to use it again, the Crane's End was a technique he designed specifically to fight off the Kikoho and its rapid-fire barrage. It had never failed him when he was a cyborg, so surely it could be put to good use for heroism instead. "Chai. Pieter. Get close to me. I don't want them pulling any last-minute tricks that make it hard for me to protect either of you. We need to finish this before any of them regain their stamina."With his finger still pointed at the two devils, he glanced towards Kaza, and spoke again. "You don't realize how wrong you are, Majin. As long as there's someone out there who will fight against the darkness, hope can never die. Kindness and honesty will shine through no matter the adversity it faces!" He turned back to the wonder twins, and his smile turned into a serious scowl. There were no words for them. In his mind, they were beyond saving. It was harsh thinking, in all honesty, but when one of them is sucking in dead souls and the other is spewing lava from hell out of him, it's hard to make an argument for either one being redeemable. "I refuse to lose to someone who's given up on themselves. Even a villain needs hope, and you clearly ran out a long time ago."
Thread PL: 364,829 | Spiritual Ascension (x23) Active. Current PL: 8,391,067 KP: 3/3 Took critical damage to absorb the incoming demonic specials. Used a Senzu Bean! Charging [MP3] Crane's End! 100% Charged this turn, will become 200% charged next round. Used [UT1] Telepathy to contact Chai and Pieter Wolfbane
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Post by Chai on Oct 22, 2017 23:22:10 GMT
| ILLEGAL, IMMORAL, AND FATTENING |
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| == CHAI'S PL == 142,266 Base 2,276,256 PL Active | == H.O.O.K'S PL ==
106,699 Base
1,066,995 PL Active
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | TRANSFORMATIONS: x16 - Convalescence / x10 - Battle Mode MKII |
Chai gazed with longing concern back into Mammon's cold eyes. Shot down again, it seemed. But, the goatman could sense something else in his voice- the seed of doubt, perhaps? Chai knew there was no true right or wrong- there was no right choice back home. Escaping here alone and leaving his life behind in his universe wasn't the right choice- and neither was staying behind to die or let his world's villains escape to this realm. Yet, Mammon's last few words, while nearly lost in the wind, caught Chai by surprise. Nonetheless, he smiled. "You're welcome."
Mammon's attack began to flicker to it's breaking point-- Chai could barely hear Bing and Kaza over the sound of his heart pounding. He briefly turned to Pieter, who called dibs on Mammon while Chai was to handle Dantallion. He bit his lip, remaining silent with doubt for a moment. Uncertainty faded fast, however. "Right. T-Thanks, Piete--" Chai began to speak, only for shrill screams to echo in his ears soon after- those of Kaza. With another yell of his own to match the resounding echoes inside his mind, Chai fell to the ground, loosing concentration on his attack.
The goat was hunched over, his hands dug deep into his fuzzy cranium. He grit his teeth, form shaking briefly while his eyes blazed with a white aura... Despite his scattered attention, Chai could just manage to spot Pracross and Kaza in his blurring vision... And the Majin was pointing an attack right at his frail student. "N-NO!" Jolting back up without thinking, Chai'd rush inbetween the two, crossing his arms as Kaza's slashing attack ripped across his forearms. His ears still rung while the echoes of Kaza's stunning screams only now began to fade. Breathing heavily, Chai let his arms droop down to his sides.
White fur was stained with scarlet. Chai raised one of his injured arms to clasp the other in an attempt to nullify the pain, only to be met with more. His narrowed, drooping eyes darted to Kaza. "...I don't know what you're thinking trying to end MY student, and friend's, short life." He hissed. "But if you want to take the rest of Pracross' opportunity and happiness away from him-- then you're going to have to tear mine away first! There's not JUST bad in life, you know." Chai retorted, slumping over again. He turned back to his saiyan pupil with a smile. "Heh... Guess I owe you an apology, huh?" Chai spoke, recalling how he earlier snapped.
"...You're going to live. And we're gonna go home after this and celebrate our victory, right?" Chai briefly commented in an attempt to rise his student's hopes again- he sure wasn't in a good mood after hearing Kaza's rant, after all. "There is still light in our future. So hang on tight."
"Now, let's go kick some--?" Chai began, only for his expression to drop and freeze with fear. The demonic duo's attacks were festering with incredible energy, wild and unkempt to the point of almost being released upon the planet below. Chai's eyes followed theirs, down, down, and down to the ground below them. "...Oh no." He spoke in a whisper, eyes wide with disbelief.
Too much happened in that moment for Chai to fully process. Dantallion and Mammon fired their attacks at Vegeta's core. Bing, as stupidly heroic as he ever was in this world, dashed forwards to stop them. As soon as he saw his friend dash by, Chai quickly took off as well, reaching a hand out after his mentor. "B-BING, NO!" He cried out, only to be pushed back when the two attacks collided with the Serpent Master. Chai's form landed against the ground, rolling up to a destroyed building.
Everything was quiet when Chai's eyes opened again. For a moment, he thought he had died. A few flecks of green fabric floated in the air, causing Chai to quickly get to his feet and stare through the smoke. "No... No!" He cried, unable to sense the energy of his friend in that moment. He checked, and double checked. Even triple checked for his friend in a span of several seconds. Yet nothing. "I-I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry! I could have--" Chai began to mourn. Bing couldn't really be gone and dead... Could he?
Nope.
A burst of bright light cut the stars above, causing Chai's eyes to widen. He couldn't help but to chuckle morbidly, wiping away a few stray tears trickling down his cheeks. Boy, was he an idiot for thinking his friend would die that easily. Yet, his smile faded to a grimace when he caught eye of Bing's missing limb, and the burns coating his form. A sudden burst of brain-mail from his friend caught Chai's attention. Chai nodded, briefly responding back telepathically. 'R-Right. I'm just... Glad you're okay.' His tone shifted from relief to a quick, playful jab. 'And don't do that again! You worried me sick!' The zoan smiled again, darting towards the charred Serpent Master. But before he could accompany his friend, he'd come to a stop near Pracross once more.
"Hey." Chai chimed. "I, uh... Apologize for snapping. I was just worried about you." He forced a meek smile, scratching the back of his neck. "...But, if you're still willing to lend an idiot like me a hand, come with me... I want to help these three villains, but... Now's not the time and place. Today you, Bing, me, and Pieter are all finishing this stupid scuffle now. Together."
"Afterwards, we're all getting some McBaos and playing Serpent Master EX: Two all the way back home- on me." Chai pointed a finger to himself with a winning smile. "...I trust you. This cruel world may not care for us, but people do." He concluded, putting a hand on Pracross' shoulder. Chai was just glad he could save him- that he was going to be okay in the end, and that all his worrying was for nothing. Hopefully with his friend in tow, Chai would hover beside Bing and Pieter, fiercely glaring at the three demonic warriors.
Deep, deep down, Chai knew there was still hope for them. But... trying, trying again in this tense moment would only make things worse. He already offered an olive branch three times, and each time they burned a little more away at it until there was barely a stub left to offer. In this moment, he'd have to trust in his friends more than his enemies. Chai's eyes darted to his allies, and he smiled once more as his ki began to build with another attack in the works. "Oh, uh, guys?"
A joyful tear trickled down the goat's cheek. "...Thank you. Really."
OOC NOTES: JUST AS PLANNED AGAIN AND SORRY FOR THE DELAY
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3/3 KP | Tanked Kaza's attack for Pracross.
[MP3] Chromatic Chakram charging.
100% (2,133,990) this post
200% (4,267,980) next post | Idle.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 23, 2017 0:58:33 GMT
The blasts from the Demons were shot... Directed at the planet! On top of this, a debilitating shout was from the Majin to Chai, who was quaking in his boots for but a moment, after having thanked Pieter. Pieter also saw a blast rocketing out from the Majin at Pracross, who'd been trying to evacuate the area upon realizing he was outclassed. Two massive explosions happened around them, and it was so disorienting to figure out what was happening, Pieter losing focus on his energy as he tried to acknowledge and react to what had happened! Bing had instinctively gone around and blocked both shots of energy with his hands, one of the blasts having evaporated Bing's right arm! He had also said something to Pieter telepathically, but the hunter could only blink and feel the anger searing out of him. Pieter wasn't going to be able to hold the anger back. He rushed out at Mammon in his wanton anger, Pieter looking to get the Demon into a stranglehold and to slam him through the buildings of Cacumber! "You're going to pay for that," Pieter bellowed at the Demon, his left hand reaching out at Mammon's neck, as he got in front of Mammon! He didn't care. After he was done with Mammon, the other demon, this Dan that Chai knew, was going to get a beating as well. ( Pracross Yendatta or Mammon, one of you guys is up. I know Pracross is leaving the thread, but I'm not too sure if he's going to be making an official exit post!) (Dropping Wolf Pack's Tooth and Claw (V2)!) (KP: 3/3 from 2/3) (Current PL: 2,660,350) ( Song choice for the day) |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 23, 2017 4:07:53 GMT
His anger took over his head for a brief moment. Only a moment...The moment was short, only a few seconds, but it lasted an eternity...The Majin appearing before his eyes, the tear that ran down her face as she spoke...His mentor zooming over to take his death hit for him...At that moment, Pracross felt more pain in his life that any blow from any warrior could give...His heart was broken..."Go be with your family" rang through Pracross' ears as he fell back from his mentors push. The eyes of the Saiyan were wide, motionless... Full of forming tears. The Majin was not seeking to kill him as an enemy, she was seeking to give him mercy. She was not seeking revenge, she was seeking a purge of evil, yet she did not know the cruelty on both corners. She needed help, but what could someone as weak as him do? She wouldn't listen to a shrimp of power like he. But she will Thought the Saiyan in trench, a quivering lip as his impact to the concrete was slowed by time. She noticed my anger, she'll notice my concern... right? As time returned to normal, Pracross forced himself up, looking at his hero in the distance as he disappeared in a field of lava and the souls of the damned. Bing took two hits of unbelievable damage, a death to millions if he hadn't. Was he okay? Chai wasn't, for he had forced himself to tears at the sight of his dear friend's iron will. No... he can't be dead, can he? That can't be possible! He's-His mind grew silent as his throat went dry, possible from his lack of water for many hours and because he, too, was starting to cry. But it wasn't the end of the human's tale.A beam, no, a beacon, no, even better, a pillar of light shined through the dust, breaking even the clouds above as a figure rose from the ashes to the sky. Bing has risen and was down an arm, yet his spirits seemed higher than before. "Bing!" The Saiyan choked out as he smiled, his tears rolling down. Maybe the fate of Vegeta wasn't to be changed on this day. Once again, in a flash on speed, making Pracross jealous, was his mentor, still smiling big and with eyes filed with hope. He gave him a speech about how when this was all over, there would a party, a reunion, but for now, Pracross would have to work with the three to make this place free of the villains, these... mistaken souls... Pracross knew his purpose."Alright... Leave me to the Majin. I-I want to talk to her." There was that damned dryness again. "You can come with me if you want but... I know what I must do!" He walked past the goat and looked back at him. "Just believe in me, okay?"Pracross took three steps, and only three before he found himself close to the Majin again. "Wait! I want to talk with you, if you're willing to listen, so please, hear me out!" A breeze caught up in his hair, his scarf flowing with it. "You-" he cleared his throat as his words were growing raspy. "You've been through so much stuff, only you know what you've been through, so that's why I've come to you. You've lost so much hope, trust me, I have, too, but I still fight to live."
The Saiyan Teen held up an arm as if he was giving a 'wait' symbol. Pieter had charged at Mammon, Chai was looking at his with eyes of hope over his apology to Pracross. This was his only chance to fix the wrong with the majin, so the ant of power level looked at his hoped to be friend. "There's so much cruelty and wrongs in the world and we've seen every ounce of it. We all have. That doesn't mean there's any bad. You must have had hope once. A day when you were young and could be carefree, playing with friends. Maybe you've had a friendly spar where you couldn't help yourself but laugh at their joke!" The imagery of Pieter fighting King Kai filled his mind, as well as another image of Pracross fighting Arc, or at another point, fighting with Chai against Guardia and Jican. Were these memories familiar to Kaza? He continued to talk."Those memories you hold against the Saiyans are only going to drive you to become the reason you're so loathed. You had to have had a moment where everything was well in life. A meal, a chat, game, a fight, maybe even sad time where someone comforted you." Pracross was shaking all over as he extended his hand to the Majin. "And if not, why not start now? You can make memories, you can BE HAPPY!" If this didn't work, he was most certainly doomed, but he didn't care. He had to make her feel something... his arm reached its full length, a smile with tears on the Saiyan's face. "So why not be happy?"
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Post by Mammon on Oct 23, 2017 5:31:08 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening | Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696 GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18) The world rocked, the world shook, a sausage roll vendor dropped his sausage ten miles away, all sales would be final. He watched his attack parted like the red sea, the noble hero and his noble sacrifice. Looks like this had cost him an arm this time, this man was scary, an angel sent on from high and ready to smite evil, it scared him to his core, but this had never been about winning.
“To abuse a cliche, you and I, we’re not so different. That same hate, that same look in your eye’s, all it is, is a matter of aim and vision.” After all, the world’s a stage and the men and women merely players; they exist and then they exit, and if they’re really lucky they’re asked to take a bow, no time to cry over what could’ve been. “Deep down you want to rip me apart, feel my limbs in their sockets break, feel the tendons give way, and to shove your hand deep inside me.” he raised his arm vertically his hand balling it into a fist. “You want to feel my fading heartbeat.” and he opened his hand and closed it repeating the motion three times before stilling, ‘bomp’ bomp’ bomp’ ‘silence’.
“But don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of chances. Kill me here and I’ll return, kill us here or there it doesn’t matter.” he decided it would be pushing it a bit too hard down cliche avenue if he said ‘If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine’, he settled for “It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when. Cause we only need to win once, you need to keep winning.”
“Look into the face of eternity, like what you see?” apparently Pieter liked what he saw because he came on him like an eager lover, not one to be refused or rebuffed. Vice-like, he felt the hand enclose around his throat and constrict; mission report shields down to fifty percent, life support critical, power to main thrusters! He hit the buildings and ground bouncing off walls and skidding across the earth drawing up great lines in the stonework.
“Look-” his voice was raw and scratchy from his quick dash strangulation fixation. “-I don’t want to be rude, but the adults were talking. Why don’t you run off and play.”
He slowly staggered to his feet leaning heavily on a pillar of rock, it broke and he fell again, wouldn’t it be nice to stay down here and sleep it off? No, well it was worth a try. “You done, you worked out your issues.” he made a quick complex gesture with one finger drawing a line in the air and crossing it, following it up with three circles. “Did it feel good?” and the bruises and cuts began to crust over and flake off, revealing pink new skin free of any mark or marring. “Good.”
He slowly stood, brushed himself down, and made himself presentable before looking back up at Bing-a-ling. “I’m. Going. To. Break. You.”
It started off with the light soft humming of honey bee’s on a cool summer's day, it stayed there a moment before transitioning to flies on road kill on a hot summer’s day, and finally the beating and intensity of a locust swarm, it wasn’t summer fun for the whole family. Strange and vaguely familiar insects began to crawl in and out of his open mouth, some poking their bulbous heads out of his nostrils, some winding there way between his teeth and gums and another lounging on his molar’s, their many fragmented eyes staring up at the heroes, lunch.
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Post by Majin Kaza on Oct 25, 2017 23:47:44 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |Kaza's PL: 280,680
Kaza's current PL: 4,771,560 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Hateful Majin w/ Bulking (x17)
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Why was it so impossible for her to accomplish anything? No matter what she did, a wall would always find itself right infront of herself and her goal. It could've been something as easy as taking a shit, and something would probably stop her from doing so. And now, again, she couldn't even kill one weak Saiyan.
This wall, this damned goat...This person that represented everything that Kaza wasn't. He was so adamant on stopping her- so persistent. He didn't even bother to counterattack after the swipe- all he did was...Stand there, and take it. How could anyone be that selfless?
His anger didn't ring well with the Majin, she simply didn't understand it. Selfless, yet at the same time as selfish as can be. ''You're angry because I'm trying to take him from you...!? He can meet his family- and yet you...You...-!'' Kaza clamped her jaw tightly, fists trembling near her sides as she readied to lash out again. Something happened, though- something that easily grabbed the attention of the Zoan, and soon also herself.
Frankly, Kaza nearly forgot about Mammon and Dantalion. To call them allies would be a stretch- they simply had...Similiar goals, in all of this. If they were truly allies, if Kaza could truly consider them friends...She wouldn't have even resorted to this much hate. If only she was aware of what she truly needed, if only...
Instead, she believed destruction was her only choice.
This seemed to be the same mindset the two Demons had. Two terrifying blasts were sent careening toward the planet itself, threatening to blow it up into miniscule specks of space dust. Yet good would always get in the way of evil, and do whatever they could to stop it, no matter how foolish it was.
The planet was saved; but at the cost of one of their heroic defenders. Kaza could've sworn she felt that annoying Earthling's Ki drop, and that feeling sent a shiver of spiteful glee across her entire body. For just a brief moment, her anger subsided, and all she could do was snicker loudly. ''Ppffhng!- Serves him right...'Hope' my ass...!'' Her head snapped toward the remaining three fighters. ''Do you see now?! Do you realize how dumb you heroes are?!? YOUR FRIEND JUST DI-...He...'' No....No- that couldn't be him, right? That silhouette inching to life through the dust...It wasn't, it couldn't be...!
''ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!'' The scream echoed through the skylines; surprised at the grandiose survival of that heroic, brave savior. The others were just as surprised...Yet they were happy. They were happy, and Kaza was not. She was never, EVER, happy. Not now, not after this place was destroyed, not after these people lied dead at her feet...She couldn't...
She breathed in deeply, trying to drown out the cries of relief of these Earthlings, trying so hard to not just...Give in. Yet someone distracted her, a voice. Her head turned, only to find the Saiyan from before approach her once more.
He spoke as if he understood Kaza's feelings, as if he had a semblance of the agony she had to deal with every day. Was this empathy, or simply stupidity? Did he actually feel bad for her...? No; no, ofcourse not. No one did. No one has ever felt a shred of sympathy for her, why would they start now? ''Don't pretend like you give a single fuck about me...!'' Kaza hissed through her teeth as she fully turned to face him.
Kaza could easily slaughter him now, all the others were busy crying tears of joy. All she had to do was lash out at him, and it'd be over....So...So why was she feeling hesitant? Why did she feel as if something held her back?
When was the last time she laughed with a friend?
... ... ... She did not remember.
The Majin bit down on her lip tightly, the realization bringing her one step closer to the edge. ''Shut up...'' She whimpered weakly, head sagging down defeatedly. ''Stop it...'' Kaza begged, but...He didn't- instead, she was confronted further and further.
When was the last time someone comforted her when she needed it most? ... ... ... Her mind blanked again.
The warm embrace of a friend or mother, that voice telling you that 'It's okay...'- these things were foreign to her, and she was convinced they forever would be. Her time in the SSE was grueling- the army required you to be strong, to never give in to sadness or fear...Yet Kaza was but a child, thrown into a grown man's world.
''...Leave me alone-'' She'd tell him, nearly silently. Her voice was drowned out by the chaotic noise all around them. All the screaming, the hissing of auras, the crumbling of buildings...And there she stood, the one who wanted to destroy it all in the first place. Motionless, like a statue.
''So why not be happy?''
And there it was, the final nails in the coffin that would mark her limit. All noise faded from her, even the wordless whimpers ceased as the question echoed. Why not be happy?
A question so simple...Yet so difficult to anwser. Why not? What was truly stopping her? Why couldn't she bring herself to give up and accept a happy future? Why did she feel so inclined to destroy, knowing that in the end, it wouldn't make her feel any better?
Slowly her head gazed up, those black, soulless eyes of her staring up at Pracross'. They were wide with fear, wide with uncertainty. 'HELP ME', her expression screamed, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it- to admit it.
'̧̻'̠̤̫̠̤́I̞̥̝̳͎ ̧̬C̞̥A͈̖̻͇̪̳͜Ń̮̹̯̙͚͙͔'͇͈͍͍̦T̺͓̮̝͕̣'̘͠'̻̳
She croaked the words in utter agony. Kaza felt her own evil expand once again, her own corruption that haunted and scarred her soul feasting on the agony she felt. The corruption she herself allowed to fester, to take control of her actions, her destiny, her life. As if the darkness itself was aware that Kaza was close to changing, it poured out from her body, scorching her skin in the blackness.
The darkest side of her whispered to her.
''Your rage gives you strength! Let it flow through you!''
It took hold- she couldn't fight it any longer. Her hands twitched and quivered in protest, quickly moving to clutch the hood that covered her face. Shaky breaths forced through her teeth as she felt her energy being replenished at a rapid pace. Kaza truly didn't wish to fight any longer, yet her inner darkness took hold of her actions, gave her one last burst of energy in desperation.
''You should kill them all, you MUST kill them all!''
̢'̫̩'͙͓̗̫̺ͅI̪͖͕̳̪̠'M͚̣̟͔͍ ̰͕̲̥SO̷̯̫̺̝R͏͖̮R͏̞̞̠̠Y͘.̟.̰̼͔.̗͕̝̘'̫͢'̶̝͓̭̞͈̜̙
Her evil lashed out from deep within, howling wildly as an expansive bubble of destructive chaos raged through the city.
A final assault in desperation, hoping to swallow everything in its path.
Flavored Senzu Bean used, flavored as Kaza's inner evil giving her one last burst of strength.
[MP3]Universal Terror Inferno, empowered by [RACIAL]Magic Tricks used!
Full attack PL: 5,332,920
Split towards:
- Chai (1,333,230)
- Pracross (1,333,230)
- Bing (1,333,230)
- Pieter (1,333,230)
KP: 0/3
TAGS: Dantalion Bing Gan Chai Pracross Yendatta Pieter Wolfbane Mammon
OOC NOTES: Kaza is sad 
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Post by Dantalion on Oct 26, 2017 9:16:58 GMT
"Oi, ya think these dafters are ignorin' us?" Abyzou inquired, it hadn't been a moment, his wanton destruction and rampaged continued while heroes bickered for the limelight. Hell if he cared, just meant more time to vent in the long run. Quite frankly. They can ignore us. You wanted destruction, and I bought it. Not my problem that these heroes don't wanna stop it. He replied, his unpartable lips unquenched from bloodlust, but his words rolled through Abyzou's mind like torrential rain, dark and hollow, as if his words were separated by the strike of a blade through butter. Abyzou looked around, his body at this point was encompassed, a seething mass of flesh taken over as his head twisted, feeling the chain and foreign flesh swim through his own with a jittering quiver as something rolled underneath his breath, a cataclysmic event stopped by a handgun, or so at a distance one might think, a mere laser show stopped by a laser light was what it boiled down too really, though those souls lost, those wretched demons and Saiyans lives wasted in a single red beam that was shrugged off as a nothing to the mighty silver-haired bastard child. But did he care? No. Sure he wouldn't be firing another one anytime soon, but who was he to care. He was simply having.... Fun? No, fun was the sort of thing you had with friends. Mayhaps.... Yes, Sonderance in its own twisted Demonic Way. It was irony, something that never clicked in his mind before all this, each Saiyan, each life was not just another hollow shell. But a family member reaped. Someone's brother who would never hold his niece in his arms again. That child that just the day before was playing with a ball in the park and was now watching as his maybe sister was crushed under fifty tonnes of concrete. Or that drug addict that kept the homeless man company as they took one last hit before blowing their brains out. Hey not everything is sunshine and rainbows, but that didn't mean there wasn't a life behind them well lived, poorly lived or hell just unenthusiastically lived.
Was it a tear that developed maybe? Or a bead of sweat that rolled from his brow and reached his eye, dropping down with a terrifying crack as concrete shattered like glass underneath its own force, but why a tear. Surely he didn't care, even with this epiphany maybe he simply shed a tear because these heroes hadn't yet realized. Sure they preached it. But there they stood, static as ever far more content to look like the heroes who stopped the villains, got the girl and maybe made friends with a dragon than the people who saved lives. But hell he was going to make them see it. Or not, this lot didn't seem like the bright type, maybe they weren't the sort to learn, after all, in this entire fight what had the really done? Sure they proselytized to some citizens, but they weren't going out of their way to save them. Well, there was stick McGee over there, but that seemed like a special case ya know, someone they actually cared for, unlike the mundane rabble that seemed to pepper the streets. That was the problem. They didn't see lives. They saw numbers. And sure numbers looked great and all, but a personal kill is that much sweeter.
A morbid twist formed on his face, and where his lips weren't, skin parted into a hallowed grin.He ran a hand through the rubble, fingers snatched and clawed like tiny machinery running on clockwork, the massive fingers made even his dulled nails look like the serrated edge as bodies were drawn forth, picked up by the worthless tails and tossed aside like the refuse of the tip. For minutes he dug, ignoring the plight of them as he sent spoke with that hollowed charade to Abyzou, Pop a Senzie. He requested, Abyzou nodding his head with abject joy, an overabundance of the stuff as arms riggled through synapse a finger prodding at it, One, two, three Puncture wounds with all the precision of a drunk Mosquito as the healing juices flowed through, his Power back to full and what appeared to be twisted planes formed and rolled around his head, the sound of a thousand jets rocketing around him as yet another opportunity arose, a shrivelled up body, coughing refuse and burnt tar-like dust as his clockwork made due with his tail, shifting him up from his certain death and raising him up to the heavens, mocking those who would dare sit on a pedestal of righteous morality and ignore the plight of the everyman. They would suffer for their heroes sins of ignorance, and he was the first true sacrifice.
"What.... Is your sin...." For the first time, he spoke. He truly spoke. Not to himself or Abyzou. But he spoke to the heavens he asked why this man was forlorn by their gods, why the heroes bathed in the sunlight of their chivalry and the man spoke with a broken voice, shattered mind as his voice shifted between misery to regret, maybe he saw what he had done with his life and regretted it, but he didn't show, either broken bones brought pain unrelenting or he would rather meet the canals of hell than suffer much longer. "W.... Wrath and Pride." He spoke with earnest to let his death no longer be forlorn but only his body was squeezed tighter as Dantalion grew closer, a finger to his head as the nail drew unnoticed blood. "No. Hope." He spoke with vacuous hatred before crushing in his skull and tossing it aside, his body made ragdolled but hell. At least he got peace. That's all heroes ever wanted, maybe in the End. Dantalion was the true hero, bringing peace to all these hurt souls. Sure he caused it, but hey. The ends justify the means, right?
Dantalion's Base PL: 144, 549 / Destruction King New PL: 2,601,882 Abyzou PL: 5000 Mammon / Majin Kaza \ Bing Gan / Chai \ Pieter Wolfbane / Pracross Yendatta Charging MP3 Paper Squadron Current PL: 2,601,882 |
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