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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 2, 2017 1:58:51 GMT
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UNIVERSE 1 CAPPER'S PL: 40 | GAIN BONUSES: None | | MULTIPLIERS: None |
"Me, a clod? You're the traitorous clod-- CLOD!" "YOU'RE THE CLODDIEST CLOD I'VE EVER SEEN CLODDING AROUND, CLOOOOD!"
"...Was I always like that?"
Capper stared on at Capper and Capper, slumped over. This whole multiverse thing wasn't new to the saiyan of Universe One's Time Patrol, but seeing these twisted mirrors of himself was something he could never get used to. The Capper from Universe Three, complete with a gruffer form and a moderate power, faced off against the wee, content and happy Capper from Universe Four's calmer world. The two butted heads while the patroller turned away, before feeling a tap on his back. "Ey, Capper--"
"Yeah?"
A Varga with swirled, clouded glasses rubbed his head. "The tall one- Universe One." The birdman spoke, causing the latter of the three to trot forwards. The yellow feathered being pulled out a clipboard, passing it to the saiyan. "We got some new folks from the other universes coming now- a lot from the Fifteenth Universe as well. Some other folks from the other universes are stopping by also now." The bird poked at the saiyan's chest, causing the grown Capper to lean down, head tilted with narrowed eyes. "Now, everyone else is busy prepping for the games Monday, so we need you to show them around." The Varga narrowed his eyes, folding his arms. "So you make them feel comfortable- and don't try anything funny. Got it?"
"Fine, fine. Whatever, put me on the meet and greet." Capper grumbled, just as antisocial as the rest of his counterparts were. Picking up the clipboard, the saiyan began to make his way to the docking hangar, where the Vargas were scheduled to return with the rest of the fighters. The main hangar was huge. The roof was a great curve of corrugated iron with glass panes to open to the starred void above. People were lined up at the check in desk with suitcases and baggage. There was a sculpture of a saiyan and human fighting, with water splashing out of the fountain to emulate their ki. In the background electrical, pumped-up music played. In the arrivals lounge there was a curious mixture of bored and excited people. Some looked like they were waiting for a bus, others like they were children waiting for Santa himself. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced on their toes. One wall slid back to allow access to the site. There were various pieces of machinery, brochure stands, and tourist attractions scattered about, but the whole place was filled with life that only this meeting of the multiverse could have.
Capper glanced down to his watch. Craft Fifteen was supposed to arrive soon... He sighed, leaning against a small sign next to him with a big Fifteen on it, signaling for the eventual passengers, when they finally came, to come to him as their guide, as the Vargas would instruct when they landed. For now, Capper could only tap his foot impatiently. Maybe these people would be okay compared to all these other cruddy universes and timelines.
TAGS: Capper the Patroller
OOC NOTES: The beginning of the END
[!!!] ALL MULTIVERSE AND MAINVERSE CHARACTERS CAN NOW RP IN THE TOURNAMENT BOARDS [!!!] |
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Post by Collan Vixen on Dec 2, 2017 2:22:05 GMT
Mirror Image Collan's PL: 66,210 | Rinsuji: 100,000 Bonuses: N/A
With all these new people arriving, Collan and his younger looking yet older buddy Rinsuji would look on through the crowd as a loud squeal came from the now pink haired wonder. "Agh! My ears!" Rin shouted, looking at Collan with a bit of annoyance. "I'm sorry! This is all just too wonderful! We get to fight both our buddies, AND other versions of them!" Rinsuji just sighed, as he'd been in a grumpy mood all the time recently, before asking, "Wait...aren't you the one who said you wanted to calm down? Fight less often now like Jor?" The man turned to his best friend, still with an utter look of joy on his face. "Yeah but...who would pass this up? It's a fight between people from different universes! Hell, even Jormungandr is joining in!" His friend thought about it before simply shrugging. "True...true."
As the two looked on, they stared at their apparent guide, some strange bird person. "Wow...what a weird looking guy." Rinsuji whispered, and would move up in the crowd to get a better listen in to what they had to say. Meanwhile though, Collan could help but just continue to let his eyes wander. All these people looked so interesting, their faces and postures all had stories to tell, and it captivated him. But as he continued to look, he met what would be his first and probably not last familiar yet not so familiar face. His eyes met on what actually looked to be Capper, but he was...tall? That was weird, but that wasn't the last thing, his Collmunicator even told him that this Capper had a power level of 40 rather than 20. People could change more than Collan thought, so walking to the edge of this crowd he was in, he would call out as subtly as possible...
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"AY YO CAP-MASTER IS THAT YOU!?"
- Attack used: N/A
- KP: 3/3
- OOC: Wowza, time to watch the world burn...but not before a couple of fights and chats.
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Post by Cerlu Hofferson of U16 on Dec 2, 2017 3:43:49 GMT
[Mirror Image] U16 Cerbris PL - 120,000 U16 Culu PL - 150,000 Cerlu Hofferson PL - 250,000 Current Forms: Base (x1) Gain Bonuses: None
A figure walked into view, towering a massive nine feet as she entered. She had the four arms and a face below a lower pair of legs. This creature… this beast… was a brother carrying his sister to the meet and greet she insisted so highly upon. “C’mon, c’mon! We’re gunna be late!” cried the child, tugging at the boy’s ears. The adult of the two reached up and smack the hands, telling her silently to stop, which as you could expect, she didn’t. This was a hyper child at a birthday party… who just slammed her head into the birthday cake and was rubbing around, flinging the frosting at other kids. Hell, that description probably wasn’t enough to explain the purple skinned boy’s excitement.
Cerbris set the girl down, his eyes raising to the people around him. Seemed like a lot of people were piling in. Fighters, most of them, hopefully, but either way, the two siblings were ready to explore. Culu took off to go find a fighter to play with while Cerbris found himself at a booth, staring at familiar people who wouldn’t recognize him as HIMSELF. Some lady had asked him if he was the Universe 3 Cerbris, which he kindly replied no to. When that lady left, her eyes were huge… Was Cerbris a cruel person in that universe?
The Demon Halfling walked over to a small gathering group of somewhat familiar faces. A human with a hyper attitude,a hybrid with pink hair, and a nerd who was nowhere near as strong as he remembered. “Capper?” eyed the Demon, his pupils scanning the alternate version of his cousin. “You got taller… and… weaker… What Universe are you?” Then he turned to Collan. “Ah, Collan, good to see you! … You… are my Collan, right?” The Halfling looked around once more, realizing his sister was nowhere to be found. Great… another lost day...
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Major Berry
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Post by Major Berry on Dec 2, 2017 4:08:02 GMT
Major Berry was slightly annoyed at the lack of action. He came for a fight, but all he was getting was a bunch of people he had never met before chatting and not fighting. It was incredibly boring. He needed action.
Positioned in a sitting position in a dark area of the ship, he sat in a chair and just looked at all the people. He didn't need a scouter to know their power levels, since he knew the rules. It was just a matter of finding their league. He gave as little as three second glances as he looked over the crowd. He then got up and departed when the ship landed. He needed to punch something so he was eager to find any training facilities.
But he quickly found a bird guy and a man standing next to him. The man next to the bird looked familiar, but nothing too familiar. Considering how all the universes were alternates, he assumed that the person there was a carbon copy of a dead person. The rest he had mostly moved to that notion. There was very few Acrosian Imperials so he figured as much. He wondered if it would be possible to invade their universes as well. That might be an interesting thing to wish for. This place didn't seem worth it, but one where Saiyans or Namekians ruled would be a great experience. He knew how to fight those kinds of aliens.
He approached the bird person, assuming they were Vargas. He was a little racist so he had a hard time telling the difference.
"You must be Vargas. I need to know if there are any training facilities here at all. It is incredibly taxing on my person to go so long without blasting something so if you will be so kind to show me the way, I will head out for it."
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Post by large consume on Dec 2, 2017 4:51:29 GMT
Mirror Image ((PL: 52,467 | M. Weights: ON))
The sound of a taxi screeching to a halt could be heard halfway across the Multiverse Grounds. Except of course, the taxi wasn't an average one with wheels. Instead, it was a universal taxi, one that was operating for the sole purpose of transporting people to this "Multiversal Tournament". The one chance Jican had to get his best friend back. The driver looked in the mirror, looking Jican indirectly in the eyes with it. "You sure this is your stop kid?", the old alien asked Jican. "There's gonna be some pretty big fights down in these parts. Not sure if it's safe for kids like you.". "Don't worry sir! I can handle myself!", Jican said with a burst of determination. "Welp. Suit yourself. But uh, kinda need you to get outta the tax'. Damn 'verse 1 hippies might know how to save people but sure as hell don't know how to drive.", the driver chuckled. Jican grabbed his bag and closed the taxi door. "Have a great day, sir!", the Saiyan said before waving his taxi driver goodbye. Jican could barely suppress his excitement. It was just him against the world. No, the universe. No, even better. In fact, it was so much better that the Saiyan felt the need to scream:
"HELLOOOOOO MULTIVERSE!"((BGM: Stardust Speedway (Present) - Sonic CD)) He began to look around the bustling hangar he arrived at. People were moving left and right while some epic electronic was playing in the background. He looked up and gazed in awe at the starry sky that surrounded him. "Man, Chai would love to see this...", Jican thought to himself. It reminded him of the night of the Star School's first meeting. Little did he know that almost the entire Star School would make an appearance at this clash of the cosmos. The first of many that he saw was his fellow Star student Collan, who now had a strange shade of pink hair instead of white. "Yo! Collan!", Jican yelled as he began running towards his friend. "Didn't expect to see you here! This place is AWESOME, right?", the Saiyan said. Jican noticed that there was a strange lack of snake near Collan. "Where's Jormurga...Jorurgna...Jor?", the Saiyan asked completely forgetting how to prounounce Jormungandr's name. Next to Collan had to have been Cerbris. Or was it... Culu? He couldn't actually tell. "And hi to you uh... Cerbris!", Jican said. "You certainly look different but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's your hair? I dunno.".
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Post by Plato on Dec 2, 2017 5:56:01 GMT
He had one Chance. Plato, when he returned to konats, had learned of this tournament. Many universes would be apart of this. The prospect of fighting to see who was the most skilled while intriguing was not something he really gave a damn about. It may have been cool to see or a good learning experience but that was not why he came. If that was all there was to offer he be on konats with his people. He, however, understood they did have something to offer. The Dragonballs was what they had to offer. The Mystic orbs used to revive the people of Arosce and Kannasna were rewards for completing this tournament. He was unsure if he could win, but he didn't have the time to doubt. This may have been the only chance to bring the people of konats back. Those who died to Doctor Breech only a short few months ago. He knew of all the strong and skilled fighters from his universe he had to face. Frankly, he could not let that get him down. He had a people to help. A people to bring back from the dead. He stepped out looking at the yellow bird men would be directed to him were some of the people were at. He could sense powerlevel like his own in the area. He saw one Plato strode up out of the universe 5 section and another in universe 17. He had no idea what was in each universe so he'd choose to ignore it. He picked up pace hearing the chatter no far away from his ear twitching. Some people were quite loud. One of the terrible perks of being a ghost.
When he arrived he saw someone he sorta had met before. The man in a coat looked like a taller version of that small saiyan kid. He could not remember the name but he was with his super saiyan father. He remembers that day cause of Contagion the slimy monstrosity. He was curious what had happened to him but at the same time, it didn't matter. The past was better left buried in the dirt. He slowly turned his head recognizing another face a small forming on his face. He floated off the ground a trail of blue mist following his suit as he'd look at Jican, "So you finally escaped hell huh. Welcome back to the living friend." Plato said turning his head slightly to look at the other Six gathered. One seemed to be a pink-haired man and another man he couldn't tell much from where he stood. Next a group of three saiyans with high power levels. He wondered if all three would be in this tournament. Perhaps they had something to gain from this tournament. Finally, a man in the distance that seemed to be talking to one of the Vargus though he could not make out the words. The man turned, "I am King Plato I am honored to meet you all." He bowed his head before straightening back up looking at the others. None of them seemed to be those he'd be up against so he held his tongue on his bold claims that wandered in his ghostly mind.
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Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Dec 2, 2017 7:31:35 GMT
PL: Suppressed to 5 OOC: CRONUTS!
Kira stretced and yawned. Absurd power levels were everywhere and doing nothing to hide it. Kira shook his head at this reckless behavior. This was how you ended up dead before a match. It was never a good idea to reveal true strength before the midst of the battle, and even then doing so was a risk if you were close to losing. Still… this was an amazing opportunity. Not only was Kira fighting for Earth, but for the first time in his life he would be able to represent a group he was proud to belong to. Two in fact now that he thought about it. He’d only been considering the Star School but the BBA was aslo being represented. He was sure Mr. Premier didn’t need any help. Afterall, Vi-Poi would be off fighting in the Major Leagues. Kira was sure he could handle it if any of them could. Someone had told him he’d be facing Collan first. Truthfully he’d never seen his compatriot fight but this was exciting. He clutched his chest where his heart was beating as if trying to escape his chest. He felt proud to be alive even without his eyes for the first time. Kira felt the sun's warmth for the first time in a while and felt the door of the transport he’d been riding open. He felt around for his staff for a moment before getting up and leaving down the transport ramp. It felt like pure excitement was running through his veins. He stopped for a moment, the massive crowd exiting the transport behind him simply moved around him like water around him like he were a rock in a stream. He was used to this by now. People usually tried to ignore him do to his disability. He simply kept moving for nothing was going to stand in his way today. A wonderful smell suddenly wafted past his nose. He turned instinctively towards it and heard a familiar voice. The cronut man he’d run into so long ago was spouting more nonsense about the magical wonders that were cronuts. Kira thought about torching the stands and the wonderful smells this would produce. That wasn’t something that would go down well here among such valiant fighters. It would be merciless to remove the one source of baked decadence. He simply went up to the man and bought a few boxes that came with a variety of sweet dipping sauces. He had to make sure collan got one. Kira had to admit that sweets made himself feel much better before battle. Kira, with a great many sweets in hand walked back to where he was sure he felt a few familiar presences. large consume and Collan Vixen were gathered next to what he presumed to be a regular individual. There were several, and Kira only just managed to walk up with his hello gift as Plato was introducing himself. Kira fought his way to through large bodies of individuals and next to Collan, his first match. Setting the boxes of cronuts down Kira opened the top one up and pulled out one that smelled like chocolate. It was delicious! He held up the top box to his friend Collan and speaking with a full mouth ‘said’ “Hey friend, want one? We’ll be fighting each other apparently… no hard feelings if you beat me.” He turned to Jican then the rest of the great fighers there. “I got them for everyone… I recognize a few of you but… Well, It’s nice to meet the new ones.” Kira felt the presences coming from Cerlu Hofferson of U16, Major Berry, and @shamankigarusu. “I bought a few boxes. Represent Earth well!” Hoping to represent star School Well Chai!
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[U17] Gira
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Post by [U17] Gira on Dec 2, 2017 10:32:01 GMT
"Well, isn't this just nice."A feminine voice dripping with sarcasm said at the back of the group. Those who turned to look would see a young woman dressed in a grey gi with black wristbands. Over the gi was a long, open black coat tied at the waist with a red belt. She wore black boots with red laces and a hard sole that clacked on the floor with a steady rhythm as she walked through the group. Those familiar with Gira would recognize the girl's face, but she was altogether different. This version exuded an air of malevolence. Though she wore a smile, her overall demeanor was more than a little unsettling. Universe 17's Gira examined the group, feeling each of their powers. She was hungry for a strong opponent, but it seemed there was very little of that. Only three of the powers caught her eye thus far. Cerlu and Berry were two of them, though the girl didn't know their names yet... and then there was the strongest of all of them, the one who introduced himself as "King Plato."
He appeared Konatsian, but he was different somehow. Otherworldly. Gira found herself with a sinister grin. They wouldn't be fighting in the tournament, which was a shame. He seemed a little too strong for her bracket. If she had her way, though, they would fight someday. The teen looked out at the rest of the group after she singled those three out. The rest were inconsequential. Just as she suspected. Unfortunately, it appeared that no other version of herself was here at the moment. That was REALLY a shame. She would have liked to see an inferior version of herself marvel at her dark splendor... but it seemed that would have to wait for another time. 'I suppose I should mingle...' The girl thought with slight disgust. Toning down her grin to more of a smirk, she addressed those gathered as a whole. "I am Gira, of Universe 17. I have come to test my mettle in combat against worthy foes."
She smiled warmly. "If anyone believes they are worthy, we can have a quick spar later, okay?" That last line definitely made her seem a lot more like Universe 15's Gira. It seemed there was still a little bit of her kind counterpart in there. With the dark Gira's greeting to the group, she walked over to Plato. He was the strongest, and therefore the most worthy to speak with her directly in her view. She looked the apparition up and down. "You have a strong power. Tell me, King Plato, from where do you come?" She seemed to state Plato's title with more than just a hint of amusement in her voice. Titles were always funny to her. Most of the time, they were hereditary or self-given and often went unearned. Did Plato earn his title, she wondered.
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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 2, 2017 16:19:34 GMT
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UNIVERSE 1 CAPPER'S PL: 40 | GAIN BONUSES: None | | MULTIPLIERS: None |
Capper flinched as a loud, yet familiar voice echoed and called his name in a playful manner. "YEAH WHADDYA WANT YOU CLOD--" He called back, still not yet pinpointing why that voice was familiar. That was, until he laid eyes on the man in question. Despite recognizing Collan and Rinsuji, Capper's expression showed little joy- or any emotion in particular. This wasn't his Collan, after all. "Oh, Hello." The boy greeted in his usual dutiful tone, switching right back into work mode. He gestured for the two to come closer and get out of the crowd, flicking open his holographic touchscreen that projected from his Scouter.
The saiyan flipped through a few of the virtual applications that were sent, as he had to go through every single one earlier to decide who was accepted into combat and who got the boot. Knowing what profile was where by heart now, he flipped through a few dozen pages before coming to a stop at Collan and Rinsuji's. "Universe fifteen, I see. Not the worst place, but not the best either." He commented, tapping his foot. "Regardless, you already seem to know another me. Whatever. I'm here to show you around before the tournament begins. I am a Capper, yes. I'm from Universe One's Time Patrol, we're here running this show for the most part."
"Have you seen Universe Five, though? Freakin' BING of all people is an evil clod there." Capper rolled his eyes. That universe was interesting, in some sickeningly morbid way. He did some research, and apparently the Capper there died working on blueprints for a machine that could travel the universes in hopes of escape and freedom. A sad fate, but at least it wasn't this patroller Capper himself.
But alas, more company was to be had. One Cerbris came over, surprisingly lacking in Culu. He commented on Capper's weakness, causing him to sigh. "Most of us Cappers are weak, y'know. Be happy you got at least a respectable one." The blase boy huffed. "I am of Universe One. Time Patrol."
The Varga beside Capper raised a brow as a blaster trooper approached. How did one of these cannon fodders get approved for combat? Capper however, seemed to smile. Genuinely. A weakling like him could relate to the grown, powerful trooper, in some twisted way. "Sorry, bud, but I've gotta go prepare the Major Ring. Caps here can show you around." The Varga turned around, eyeing the saiyan. "Again, kiddo, don't try anything--"
"Oh my god you clod, just GO."
"Fine fine fine fine..."
Another kid, Jican of Universe Fifteen, whose profile Capper had approved just the other day, strolled in to greet the group. When he questioned Cerbris' appearance, the weakling was quick to butt in. "He's from Universe Sixteen. You are from Universe Fifteen. There are bound to be differences." The saiyan sighed, approaching the blue-haired boy. "I'm Capper- I'm from Universe One, and I'll, uh, be your guide for now I suppose."
"You're up against a Pracross fellow first round- Universe Fifteen as well." The saiyan spoke, the current bracket projected from his scouter and floating in the air. Lo and behold, Jican was up against his fellow Star Student... Some Chai was also in the Minor League as well, in the match right beside Jican against some sort of android. "If you wish to know anything about your opponent, or eventual opponent, I can show you their profile. All their techniques, their species, their background- it's allllll here." The saiyan spoke, tail waving slowly behind him.
Plato strolled in and greeted the group, earning a wave from the weakling saiyan. "Heyo." Capper began, eyeing the Konatsian King. He seemed oddly transparent as well. Weird. "Major League, eh? It's about time I met one of you big shots. Well, whatever, I'm here to show you all around." He pointed a quick finger gun at the man.
Another human approached the group, greeting Collan, Jican, and the rest of the gathered gang. Capper, not feeling like repeating himself, cleared his throat and eyed Collan, hoping to get an explanation about his current duty as a tour guide cued from him... But, alas, one more was to come to join the group.
"And here comes the obligatory edge, folks."
Capper clasped his hands together with a smug smile as the corrupted Gira approached. Capper read a little about her, some thing about a worm taking her over or something. It was sad, really. "As you can see, some of your... friends from your world can vary and move up on the Edgeometer, patented by me." Capper remarked with his usual snarky sarcasm when Gira approached, paying no mind to the weaklings. When the Seventeenth Gira asked where Plato came from, Capper answered the question for her. "Fifteen, like most of these guys, I assume. It's an okay place."
Capper took a moment to stare at his squad. King Plato, now a ghost apparently, Collan and Rinsuji, with the former having pink hair, a blind Kiraburu, this edgelord Gira, a blaster trooper, the ever so excitable Jican, and the fusable Cerbris. What a team. "Well, time to get this show on the road." The saiyan huffed. "I'm your guide, as stated before. So, uh..." A holographic map of the tournament grounds and the sideline attractions was now projected from his Scouter. The saiyan's eyes turned to Major Berry quick. "You said you wanted to go to the training grounds, yes? The sparring arenas and training facilities are down furthest south- it'll be our first big stop. There's some other attractions and vendors on the way there, so if you guys wanna stop and buy something, let me know so we don't get separated."
The grounds right outside the entryway were feathers and sparkles, smiles and laughter. It was the grand party of the century, the one everyone was invited to. The girls and boys that came to spectate wore whatever garish costumes they could dream up: supeheroes or villains from across the multiverse. Capper even spotted a little Konatsian dressed as Plato. Almost no-one walked anywhere, they danced, skipped, jogged, jumped, hopped and wiggled. This opening day was the day when extraordinary was the norm and just being alive was a riot.
Whistling and gesturing for the group to follow, the saiyan seemed to part aside the growing crowds with a wave of his hand. As a Time Patroller, it seemed he had some semblance of authority over the people, even with his low power. Turning back as they walked, hopefully with everyone in tow, Capper was quick to make conversation. "So, the Multiverse. It's something, huh?" He commented. "If any of you wish to know anything of the nineteen universes we invited, I can tell you what I have here." Some obligatory Q&A was always good for the newcomers.
TAGS: Collan Vixen -> Cerlu Hofferson of U16 -> Major Berry -> large consume -> Plato -> Kiraburu Sarutobi -> [U17] Gira
OOC NOTES: It continues
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Girttza
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Post by Girttza on Dec 2, 2017 18:40:51 GMT
"WHOOOO!" a loud voice yelled, excited to be in the tournament and startled a few people them. Girttza walked over to the group of people standing in the group, grinning like an idiot. They saw many people, even some fused people like them, which greatly excited them, wanting to try and fight these people. They quickly headed over to a group of people, with an assortment of people. "Yo, what's up? How's it going?" Girttza said, grinning widely. There smile damped when feeling the energies in the area, and all the evil was not something that they enjoyed. Especially the person that looked like... An old one of them. She looked like Gira, the being who they once were but there energy... Wasn't pleasant. "Hey there everyone... Gira." Girttza said, there eyes looking her over, a frown on there face. "Mr. Capper. Out of the 19 Universes, which is the worst...? I have a feeling this Gira is from that one." they said, powering up. They couldn't let this much evil roam free, even if they couldn't fight against all of it. They could at least they could stop some.
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Turys Copper
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Post by Turys Copper on Dec 2, 2017 19:44:18 GMT
Two girls stood in the shade, staring at one another. After a short pause, both girls stepped away, turning in sync to an unheard tune. Thrusting their fingertips together in a unique stance, there was a flash of light, followed by a new figure standing there. Adjusting the trim of her jacket, the new young woman grinned and pulled her flowing brown hair over one shoulder. Looking out of the ship she stood in, the woman finally spoke, soft voice echoing into the open.
“Let's go see what kind of hot contestants this tournament thing'll have.”
The young woman hung to the back of the crowd, doing her best to blend in. It was difficult finding anything resembling hot, or even cute, amid this crowd of sweaty muscle and killing aura. Turys could already tell that this was definitely the last place she should have picked for looking for potential boyfriends. She was about to give up all hope, when a firm, manly voice spoke over the crowd. She glanced towards the voice, identifying the speaker. He's not the strongest guy I've seen...in fact, probably the weakest today. But I think that's cute in an adorable way! Look at those glasses and the suit...he's definitely the catch of the day. Time to turn on the charm and figure out the competition! Sticking herself onto the back of the group surrounding the young man, she listened to his voice as he briefed the arriving warriors on the locations and various other things. Then he asked for questions. A loud voice spoke from nearby; one of the people who'd come from her 'universe'. Some Saiyan or another, but female, which didn't intrigue the woman at all. After the accusation of something or another, the woman skipped through the crowd, darting between fighters and aliens to grab the leader's elbow. Grinning at the tall Saiyan, the girl spoke in her most charming tone. “ Ignoring the justice idiot, what's your favorite type of girl? And do you have a girlfriend? My name's Turys Copper, and I'm looking for someone cute to date!”
Here comes the ditzy girl looking for her soulmate!
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Majin Pota
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Post by Majin Pota on Dec 3, 2017 19:12:12 GMT
A small space ship approached the Multiverse tournament area alongside many others from various universes also participating in the tournament. One stuck out though bearing a large ¨M¨mark on it as well as dwarfing many of the smaller vessels flying alongside it. Inside the owner of this ship smiled ambitiously with glee. Though this wizard would not be fighting himself in this colossal tournament the one standing beside him would be. Kadabre as his name was had exceptional magical abilities, However his enforcer was the one with the punching arm. Some from Universe 15 would recognize this figure although with a few...distinct differences. One which would be the large ¨M¨,matching the one decorating the ship, seemingly burned into his forehead. The other would be he was nearly twice as strong as his Universe 15 counter part and not nearly as kind as Pota was.
As the ship came in for a landing the impatient Saiyan would march to the ships ramp as it lowered itself to the ground in order for it´s passengers to exit. At the sight of the contestants Majin Pota would simply glare in disgust at the other weaker opponents. He despised weakness it made his insides churn to the point of nausea. As he scanned the crowd a chuckle came from his feet. Kadabre standing next to him not nearly reaching his knee could not be happier at the sight of the weaker opponents signing up in the same tier that Majin Pota would be participating in.
¨He he he! Look at all these pathetic fools you´re gonna wipe the floor with this rabble Pota.¨ At the mentioning of his old name he gave the wizard a deadly glare. ¨GAH! I..I..I Mean Majin Pota. Majin Pota is what I meant.¨ The Saiyan merely growled in frustration and continued to scan the crowd until his gaze fell upon a group standing near a sort of bird man and an extremely weak Saiyan who the sight of him made Majin Pota want to kill something. But his attention was drawn to someone else a young Saiyan hybrid with black hair and very dark clothing. He had heard reports of this. ¨Gira Black¨ but he wasn´t expecting to see her here. Though he was happy at her appearance.
¨Come along Kadabre we´ve wasted enough time with your nonsense I have business with this one over here.¨Before the tiny green wizard could respond Majin Pota floated up to Gira Black and called out. ¨You there Gira Black. I want to have a word. Rumor has it you´re one of the few people in our universe that could hold a candle to my power. That intrigues me. I wanted to know how an Earthling got so strong so fast and I want you to teach me how to gain that sort of power.¨
Majin Pota and Kadabre are on the scene!! |
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![[U17] Gira Avatar](https://pm1.narvii.com/6315/ca14b63fa107184fdeb689ad6c829fa22ef819b5_hq.jpg)
