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Post by Edoma on Dec 1, 2017 13:34:50 GMT
[PL: 83,230 HW ON: 20,807 (rounded down) Full Moon active! (Form: Base don't worry)] It was truly amazing to think. After all of his short visits, the teen had managed to stay on this planet for almost an entire year. More impressive, he managed to stay on earth and not going crazy from all the oddities he'd found during his stay. Not to mention for the first time in his life since he was six, he felt like he was finally getting somewhere like he could return to Vegeta with his head held high. Couldn't he? Edoma always saw Earth as a lesser planet, however with everything he went through, he knew for a fact this was not the case. He'd even go as far as to say he was a little attached to the blue marble, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, not even his peers in the Star School. That being said, with this more human mindset, could Edo really go home and with pride? Or would he feel like his time away from Vegeta somehow tainted him. The young saiyan shook his head, deciding it better if he cast the thoughts out completely, and instead focus on his original goal of being here in the first place. Edoma had three main reasons for coming here, each one tying into the next. For starters, he wanted to get over his long running aversion to the north side of the planet. To do so he would come and just sit and meditate in the cold, bringing the teen to the second goal in mind, to focus on something else that had been bothering him lately. This led to the third task Edo had set for himself. A general reflection. After a year on this planet, the hybrid wanted to sort of evaluate the past three hundred and sixty-five days, and where better to do it than his original landing place. Edoma closed his eyes, putting himself in a meditative deep thought. Only a few miles away did his rival life. Or more accurately, his more long-term goal. It was odd to think he hadn't talked to Dura in quite a while, as he was very busy with his guard duty. It didn't help that a few hundred miles north was the site of the teen's capture and torture, the very thing that gave him his aversion to this frozen hemisphere. Just thinking about it made Edo tense. He stood up, his fists pumped to the side. He figured that now was the best time to focus on the other thing eating at him. This unending sense of something clawing inside him. It was small, weak, but just a little above unnoticeable. Anytime this happened, the young saiyan would power himself up, pushing himself as high as he could go, then once he couldn't he'd let himself fall, then have a nice meal which he conveniently had packed over to the side. So that's what he did. Edoma pushed his power as high as it would allow, his cherry red aura engulfing him as he did so. He grunted and groaned as he tried to rise his energy, kicking up dust and wind with his rise in power. His hair even seemed to be pushed up by the sheer force of the power he was putting out. Then finally, the aura dissipated, leaving the teen on his rear, panting. "Damn! Still can't get that feeling out of my head," he swore to himself. Despite his failed attempt to calm his nerves, he knew the next part always helped. As the teen set up his large but simple picnic, he couldn't help but realize he wasn't as hungry as usual, despite how much better his sandwiches looked than usual. In all honesty, Edoma would have loved some company to help him eat the food.
OOC: In an over the top announcer voice. "Will Edoma have to enjoy his picnic alone? Or will someone help him eat all this food?? Will there be a fight??? Find out next now!" Nabel Jerry my man whenever you're ready!
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Post by Nabel on Dec 2, 2017 2:39:12 GMT
Sneaking up north into the wastes definitely wasn't something that the little demon boy should've been up to, but there he was anyway, flying about like nobody's business. As long as he didn't get caught, he wouldn't have to deal with Amy tugging him by the ears (ones that he feared would fall off at any instant), and scolding him over his disobedience. After all, the plan was to fully intergrate into human society, and rushing around the wilderness while flashing his power level did not fit into that plan.
While he had been adjusting quite well, delving into his studies with utmost care and attention, at the end of the day the boy was still just a child. Sure, he may have been older once before, but whatever spell was cast over him had not faded away with time. It seemed that his already rather lengthy lifespan would be extended by a millenia or two. So with a little pump of his fists, the former King was beyond ecstatic to find another high power level lurking around the area.
He flew towards it with all the enthusiasm of a raging goat, interrupting the Saiyan's would-be picnic by landing a fair few meters away from Edoma. A small crater formed beneath the monster's feet, as he waved along cheerfully. "Hi!" He called out, blissfully unaware that this was someone he knew. Full Moon Active | PL: 68,513
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Post by Edoma on Dec 2, 2017 3:59:04 GMT
What perfect timing, Edoma was already chomping down on his first sandwich when an over-excited voice came bursting from nowhere, causing the teen to cough slightly as to avoid choking on his meal. He must have missed the feeling after his own fluctautiing energy from earlier. Still after a brief recovery, the saiyan was able to greet his possible company.
"Hi, there little... guy?" Edoma found himself hesitating slightly. This energy, it felt familiar somehow, but the boy it belonged to didn't look like anyone he met any time recently. He took a moment to think, wondering just where he could have seen this child before. Which certainly shouldn't have been hard, as the teen had never seen anyone like this. At least, not anyone else. Given how long it had been, and how much both he and Jerry had changed, it was no surprise that either one could forget the other. Needing yet another quick recovery, Edo would fully turn himself to face the unexpected guest.
"Sorry about that, you just startled me is all." He'd apologize, recomposing himself. "Are you hungry? I somehow managed to overpack for my little outing and could use a little help eating all this." He would then motion to the pack sitting a couple feet across from the hybrid. All the while he still couldn't shake the nagging feeling he knew this kid from somewhere, but for the life of him, he could not recall where that was.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 2, 2017 4:56:37 GMT
"It's alright, mister!" The boy replied cheerily, not wanting to abuse the powerful stranger's hospitality. "I only require the sins of the damned for sustenance!" After all, he was a demon spawned from deepest, darkest pits in hell. While he did indeed grow weak and wearied from a lack of normal person food, it wouldn't kill him in the long run. And given how his last meal had been brunch with Amy a mere three or four hours earlier, the childlike fiend wasn't exactlty starving at the moment either.
So why did Nabel's mouth water, as his eyes trailed towards the Hybrid's sandwiches? The answer was rather simple, even if it did elude the boy himself. His appetite was just really, really hard to quench. It was why in his past life, the one he lived before succumbing to the forced transformation, he had busied himself with trips to the Pancake Planet™ and the local pubs.
And it was also why his stomach rumbled audibly, even as he tried to deny his urges. A faint, purple blush lit up on his cheeks, as he chuckled sheepishly. He had landed to maybe ask for a sparring session, but his biological drive for gluttony was quickly steering him away. "Sandwiches are neat too though." He nodded greedily, as he plopped into a seat a few feet away from Edoma. "Thanks! What's your name?"
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Post by Edoma on Dec 2, 2017 6:03:34 GMT
The teen smiled at the young boy, giving him a nice chicken and cheese sandwich. He himself was finishing a moderately sized roast beef. "No problem little man. The name's Edoma, though most people just call me Edo." This sparked a small bit of pride for the saiyan. His time on earth certainly has rubbed off on him, however, his pride was nearly as intact as ever. Deciding to take the conversation a little bit further, the teen disclosed the reason for this particular picnic.
"I'm here for a nice place to train, I've been feeling a little off lately, even training with my school's felt a bit strange." He wouldn't exactly go into detail as per why he was having this feeling, for a couple reasons. For one, he didn't really know this new person well enough to go into to much detail, or rather didn't remember meeting him before despite being sure he had. Of course, the biggest reason was he didn't know why he felt like this to begin with. Shaking his head in an attempt to dismiss the thought, like shaking off a pesky fly from his nose. "As for the food," Edo began, resuming his original train of thought. "That's just foresight, I always get hungry after a good training session. Though if I could be perfectly honest, the one I just had left me very unsatisfied." This was certainly true, and in fact the likely reason the hybrid thought he over packed because he undertrained. This younger one felt pretty strong, stronger than a weighed down Edo, and fairly close to an unweighted one too. The teen then looked back at the newcomer, completely forgetting to ask for his own name, instead getting lost in his own thoughts. "What about you? What's your name?"
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Post by Nabel on Dec 2, 2017 10:50:23 GMT
Nabel held the sandwich in his hands and smiled, letting the smell of chicken n' cheese waft gently into his nostrils, before giving a pleased hum. He then held it in front of his open mouth, allowing it to slowly disintegrate into the void. No loud and satisfied chewing as one would expect, just it entering one side of an orifice, and apparently disappearing from the rest of reality. "Well, maybe you need to eat more before you train so you feel all warm afterwards?" The lad tilted his head, as he gave out the suggestion.
With that being said, the boy paused for several moments. Edoma was a name that gave him reason to take a second and ponder things. A look of confusion, followed by longing, popped up on his young, deformed face. It was as though he'd unearthed one of the memory that he had once so dearly missed. "Your name sounds like a type of juice, I like it!" Or, maybe he was just thirsty after eating a sandwich, it was pretty hard to tell with children his biological age. "It's good to meet you Edo!"
"Oh, I can help you train!" An excited voice pops up from the teensy, tiny lad, as he hops into the air. Nabel stays afloat, as he crosses his legs and arms, grinning cheekily all the while. The stitches at the sides of his mouth strained, but it was otherwise a pleasant enough expression. "My name's Nabel, I can punch things real goodlike!" He nodded proudly, as he looked back at Edoma. Unlike 'Jerry' before him, the demon didn't seem to have any qualms with divulging his name. "Maybe I can help out?"
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Post by Edoma on Dec 2, 2017 19:19:04 GMT
"Nice to meet you as well Nabel," Edo replied. Nabel huh? That wasn't a name the teen had heard before. Never the less, he couldn't help but feel like he had met this demon child somewhere before. Speaking of unshakeable feelings, that small clawing at the back of his mind started to resurface. Perhaps a sparring partner would do him some major good. Luckily it seems Nabel had the same idea, jumping to his feet ready to pitch in. "Sure! I don't see why not, I could always use another pair of fists," the young saiyan commented, as he followed suit. Before anything though, Edo didn't want his hard work to go to waste. He quickly finished his current sandwich, then tucked his pack somewhere that the teen hoped would be safe from any flying bodies or stray blasts.
After making sure his picnic was as safe as possible, Edoma decided to take a minute to stretch first. Fighting on an empty stomach sucks, but then again, so do cramps. After his small warm, he quickly put himself into a ready position. "Alright then!" he announced playfully, a smirk planted on his face. "Let's see just how 'goodlike' you can punch." The young saiyan had to be careful. While weighed down, this child was more than triple his power. Of course, this was a friendly bout rather than a life or death struggle. So letting this excited boy go first could end up not being as disastrous as he thought it could.
"Whenever you're ready little man."
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Post by Nabel on Dec 5, 2017 5:39:33 GMT
"Oh, real goodlike mister!" Nabel replied, gaze turning away from the picnic and back towards the man. Truth be told, he was still hungry, but the lad knew that if he ate anymore then cramps (or worse, vomitting) would get the better of him in the upcoming spar. With how long it had been since he last fought, the tiny demon did not want to jeapordize his chances of staying in the game. The sandwiches could wait, that much was sure, as his single eye greedily watched the taller teen fix up and properly pack the picnic.
While this was just a spar, the fiend did not plan on playing around, as he allowed himself to descend to the ground. All four feet of him quaked and quivered, as the grass below shivered from the presence of his quickly rising aura. The lad's ki was marked by a cold, vindictive taint. Despite his life signatures flaring up, it all felt wrong, being more akin to the energy of someone who was quickly on their way to becoming a corpse. To anyone who dare deemed themselves holy, they would find the boy an aberration that needed to be erased. But to everyone else, it would just feel wrong in a non-specific sort of way.
The lad seemed to revel in these feelings, as his smile turned sinister. And it was pointed directly at Edoma. "I'm good to go!" He said, voice deceptively innocent, as his expression softened significantly. In spite all of that, the dark aura that once belonged to Jerry of the Ducks remained on full display.
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Post by Edoma on Dec 5, 2017 15:20:09 GMT
Edoma was both impressed and a little put off. The aura put out by the child was fierce and fiery as one would expect from someone that age. That being said it also had a looming sense of dread and decay. Not to mention, the teen had no intentions of taking his weights off, putting him at quite the disadvantage. He knew that this fight would not be won easily.
Still, the saiyan was not about to let himself be intimidated, especially for a friendly spar. As such he decided to begin hard and fast. The teen would charge his opponent, starting with an uppercut, followed by a swift kick. If the attack was successful, he'd give the child a small recovery period, then fire a regular ki blast. Should his attempt fail, he'd simply brace himself for whatever the demon would retaliate with, rather than follow up with another attack.
While it might have contrasted with his strong opening, Edo wanted to see just what Nabel would do, starting off a little light at first, giving him plenty of time to show off anything he may have up his sleeve. Of course, the saiyan had no intention of keeping the match this light, hoping that either of the fighters would coax the other to release some of their heavier attacks. OOC: Round 1, FIGHT (little short than i hoped, my compy crapped out the first time I wrote this)
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Post by Nabel on Dec 7, 2017 15:32:08 GMT
ooc: It's cool, I don't mind much if a post is short or not. And sorry for the delay! I've already written a reply to this twice, but apparently it didn't send. My other browser is having issues at the moment. Edoma's weights made all the difference in the exchange, as Nabel was noticeably speedier than he had any right to be. On top of the fiend's already quite sharp reflexes, he had seen the attacks coming from a mile away, which explained how he'd shifted and maneuvered from both hits without breaking much of a sweat. Being thrice the Saiyan's current power level was certainly doing the boy a lot of good, even as his mouth twisted into a soft pout. In spite of his early success, the lad's stomach seemed to curl into itself, as his mind raced in a vain attempt to pinpoint what was wrong.
"You should be stronger than this..." The lad sighed, though he was unsure of why he had reached such a conclusion. While a cursory glance at their shared past would reveal the answer, that information was currently not available to the tiny toddler of a teenager. "I think?" Instead, he merely clung onto his gut feeling, before shaking it all off with a sudden dash forwards. An attempt at a quick, running dropkick to the Saiyan's knee would be made, as Nabel would try to utilize his tiny size and (temporary) speed advantage.
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Post by Edoma on Dec 7, 2017 18:05:26 GMT
The current gap in power more than aided the small demon in evading the teen's attack. In fact, the child avoided it so easily, it made Edo look like he was barely trying to hit him at all. This was, of course, not the case at all, the saiyans weights simply slowed him down that much. With his reduced speed, Nabel even had time to think aloud without worry.
The demon actually brought up a very good point. "You're not wrong little man, I'm actually a lot stronger than this." The question was, how did the kid know? This once again cemented the idea that the two had met SOMEWHERE before now. Still, now was not the time, at least not yet, instead, he'd explain why he wasn't going at his full power. Edoma than pointed to one of the black gloves on his hands. "See this? It's actually weighted, divides my power by about, I'd say, probably by four. I keep them on so I can get a more, I guess a more beneficial training session. I only take them off when I really have to." A mischievous smirk then flashed across the hybrids face. "Who knows," he began, "Maybe you can convince me to take them off. IF you're good enough." he jibbed. He then held his open palm. It was time to take this up a notch. A ball of cherry red ki formed in the teen's hand as he fired off his oldest technique.
[N1] - Cherry Bomb Fired!
He knew this would be more or less ineffective at actually doing any major damage, but hopefully, it would convey Edo's message that he wanted to step it up a bit.
[N1] - Cherry Bomb (33% = 6,935 PL) fired at Nabel KP: 2/3 OOC: No worries, I just figured you were doing Multiverse stuff
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Post by Nabel on Dec 8, 2017 16:27:39 GMT
"Oh!" A few memories began rolling back at the mention of weight, as Nabel tilted his head. It wasn't anything definitive, nor was it even something that revealed how he felt like he knew so much more about the man. Instead, the boy merely recalled his set of weighted clothing. "I had somethin' like that when I was older!" The demon grinned, growing a bit too relaxed, as he gave a proud, little bop of the head. The gesture was worthy of an actual toddler, with how excitably ditzy it was. "They're too big for me now though, so I can't wear 'em anymore."
With how excited the man was getting over the heavy weights, he had failed to pay attention to the immediate danger in front of him. At least, not until the last possible moment. Seeing the berry bright ball of ki form in the man's hand, the demon only watched with a glitteringe eye. "Ooooh-" Nabel's mouth was slacked, a joyous, sing-song sound escaping it.
He was promptly knocked over by the blast, more surprised than hurt, as he lay a hand on his horned head. "Ow."
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Post by Edoma on Dec 8, 2017 16:55:58 GMT
Edo peered at the child rubbing his head. Had the teen gone too hard too fast? No, he couldn't have, that blast was child's play, literally in this case. Still, he decided to make sure. "You ok there?" he called, keeping himself on guard in case this was some elaborate ruse to get the hybrid to let down his guard. Though he was thrown a little off balance by what the child said before he was knocked down.
"Did... Did you say, 'when you were older'?" he asked the demon boy. Sure, Edoma didn't know much about demons, but he never met one that aged backward. Now that he had time to think about it, it was a demon just like this one who first told him about weighted training gear. Though the two of them didn't fight, he fought a summoned, thing... clown. This time the teen did let his guard down, now absolutely positive, that it was at least possible he knew this child from somewhere, especially if he could have been older a year ago.
Assuming the boy didn't take advantage of the teen's deep thought, he would ask if the two had ever met before. Otherwise, he would be caught unawares by any attack Nabel had in mind, and have to ask his query afterward.
KP: +1 = 3/3
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