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Post by Jala [U10] on Dec 2, 2017 7:03:37 GMT
THE RETURN...
The cloaked figure walked away from the sign-in booth, groaning at the long wait of the line, hating the monotone mood of the area. "Come onnnnnn! Why doesn't anyone want to have fun? Like, this dreaded day in and day out stuff is annoying enough! Since Pieter, Kallabash, or even Gira didn't want to come, I was disappointed! I woulda expected atleast one of those fucks to join me but, they're lazy bastards, tch. Kallabash probably wouldn't join me due my messing, but it's not MY fault he can't handle me messing with him." the female yelled in a loud, voice that seemed to attract people.
"Grahhhh... Well, those bird people did say there different people here; some universes more similar to others... Maybe I can find a universe with my pals. That'd be great!... I just hope the same drunk time with Gira didn't duplicate in another universe...." she grabs her hood, pulling it down and covering her blush in embarrassment as she remembered her and Gira meeting up while Jala was drunk... It was a suppressed memory.
"Hey! Your not allowed in the fighting arena's!" a Vargas runs up to the cloaked woman as she turns. "Ehhhhh? What do you mean, brat!? I'll go where I want! I'm a contestant!" she yelled at the little Vargas, looming over him with an annoyed look on her face. "Who are you then? And besides, even if you are a contestant, you still aren't allowed just yet. The tournament starts in 3 days time." the Vargas said, seeing the woman grab the cloak and take it off, her long black hair that reached her knee's now being able to flow; her curvaceous body shown with her black jumpsuit. Her tail springs free and whips through the air, dancing back and forth as she grins, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask her for an introduction.
"Hahaha! You have no idea who your talking to, do you!? I am the Saiya-jin assassin from Universe 10! I am, JALA! The winner of this tournament! You'll see!" Jala said, giving a mini speech, as if she enjoy's this. "Whatever. I remember the name though. But, rules are rules. Sorry." the bird man said to Jala as he walks off, leaving her and a couple other people there as she huffs. "Little stupid idiot bird... I'll show HIM!"
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Captoru
Newcomer
PL: 500,000
Zeni: N/A
Tag: @clodhopper
OOC Name: Sketch / Etoru
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Post by Captoru on Dec 2, 2017 16:46:01 GMT
| THE RETURN |
UNIVERSE 16 CAPTORU'S PL: 500,000 | GAIN BONUSES: None | | MULTIPLIERS: None |
As Jala stormed off, a pair of eyes glared from the darkness above. This spectator couldn't help but to cackle to himself when Jala acted like a big shot. Judging by her power, she was only a wee little Minor Leaguer compared to he, Captoru, the one to wreck at least most of the Major League. The sensible part of the fusion doubted they could win, but a kid could dream on, right? This lady though, she had noooo idea what was going to hit her in the tournament.
"Heheheheheh..." A quiet chuckle echoed as Captoru landed on the ground, rolling his shoulders. The newly fused fusion had only debuted about five minutes ago, so he was still fresh on his timer. It was best to make a good first impression with their combined power, right? Still, the boy couldn't help but to be at least slightly intrigued by this cocky lady that thought she could win. Surely, there had to be a reason why she thought that, whether it was supported by reason or naive stupidity.
Captoru sighed. He just wanted to get this fight over with. They were up against that evil Bing first round, which was worrying... Training would be needed soon. "Hey. Hey. Hey lady. Hey." A voice pestered from behind Jala. Captoru seemed to blink into existance in front of her soon after, should she turn to see who was behind her, only to find the source of the voice in front. "You think you're the bees knees, eh? What league are you even in?"
The little fusion did a sarcastic flip in the air. "Even I, little Captoru, know winning isn't gonna be a slice of cake." He put a hand to his chest, a smile creeping over. He'd float forwards, booping the girl on the nose with his sly grin still prominent. "Seriously, you're just a speck compared to us Majors. My fight with that President Bing is going to be SUPER COOL while you slap fight away against wee nobodies."
TAGS: Captoru -> Jala [U10]
OOC NOTES: NYEHHHHH
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Post by Gekido on Dec 2, 2017 17:11:28 GMT
Gekido was headed towards the Arena as well. He had to find somewhere to train. He knew that everyone powers would be the same but he wanted to make sure his moves were sharp. Crisp like bolts of lightning crashing on an uninspected fool. To show he was the most skilled warriors to ever live. To get the recognition that he deserved. He could hear the loud words of some people ahead the Heran striding inside. He saw a woman in a jumpsuit and a young boy. He burst into laughter as he walked in, "So they had to scrap the bottom of the barrel for fighters. They couldn't even find true warriors." He slapped his knee as he keeps laughing one finger point at Captoru, "We got the kid with the hair that looks like a dirty old mop and the size of a golfball. This was the best they could get. Some Brat, this is priceless. This tournament was already worth the god damn time." He wiped the tears out of his eyes and still chuckling, "And you, all ready to go training and fighting. As if you stand a chance of winning. The only thing you stand a chance of is most likely to be swept off her feet reward. Now I don't know what league either of you is in my league, go home. Your chances of winning went down the drain the moment I signed up. I Gekido, the Butcher is the most skilled fighter in all the universes. This Tournament is my environment. A Battle of Will and Skill. Fights that could last hours if those damned birds made it last longer. How Lovely will it be to see the blood wash out of my poor foes body." Gekidon could not help but contain a gitty laugh his eyes filled with bloodlust. His Eagerness for Battle and the Bloodlust that came with it seemed to almost bouncing off his body like his aura.
He looked at the others there he just looking at them smirking, "Go home will yah. Most of you ain't worth my god damn fists. Only one Woman has earned that right. To kill me. If we meet in the Toury oh man...it gonna be a slaughter." Gekido seemed to be talking to himself now thinking of Tulip. That damned woman. She better of made it to the finals like him. He had seen the brackets they were on the other side. He didn't care how hard it was she had to beat her foes but so did he. He needed to kill her. They needed a true battle of skill. Like the one in hell. That fight got his blood boiling so fast the thought of defeating her. He felt slighted the day he beat her because of those damned weights but in terms of skill he won. He would win again today. He would kill her, butcher her. "So any of you realizing that you don't stand a chance." Gekido said with a wide smirk. This was going to be so much fun.
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The Jester
Newcomer
PL: 250,000
Zeni: N/A
Tag: @jester
OOC Name: retseJ ehT
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Post by The Jester on Dec 2, 2017 17:32:25 GMT
The Return... ((PL: INFINITY AND A HALF!! ...250,000.))
"Woah there, little guy!"((BGM: Saviour of Sunnedout!! - Grassinio)) The Jester himself had been walking down the hallway on his way to get a good ol' can of Bao Cola, when he heard some young brat talking trash to a woman older than himself. Being the hero that he was, he got ready to give the delinquent a long speech about how he shouldn't talk nastily about people like that. Completely ignoring the fact that he himself talked trash on an hourly basis, the Jester put his hand on the brat's shoulder. "Now now buddy. That ain't no way to talk to ladies, right? Or adults.", Jester said to the kid. He still hadn't gotten a good look of the brat's face, so he attempted to spin him around using his hand. What he saw terrified him. The one person Jester was afraid of, the one person who struck fear into his heart was less than a foot away from him. Jican and Shibo's murderer. His murderer. To make matters even worse, he had learned the technique of fusion just like he had. It was like all of his training in hell was for nothing. Jester began to laugh. "HEY Little Buddy! Didn't expect to see you of all places here!", the fusion said as if Etoru was his best friend that he hadn't seen in years. Without giving Captoru a chance to respond, Jester would immediately say: "What's the matter Little Buddy?"
"Don't you know a friend when you see one?"
Jester would laugh some more, trying wrapping his arm around Captoru and put him in a playful chokehold. "It's been SO LONG since I've seen you! Where'd you go? Come on, let's walk and talk. We gotta talk about a couple of things.". As he was about to go (taking Captoru with him), some blue person had walked up and started talking all sorts of trash about Captoru. "Hey now. No need to be so hostile to Little Buddy just because he said a couple not-so-nice words, got it?". Things escalated when he started trashing not only Captoru, but everyone in the entire Middle League. Jester stood there blankly, as if the words just didn't affect him. "Hey, just so you know blue buddy. Talking to yourself is kinda weird. Might wanna get that checked out." ,the fusion said, bumping his arm with his elbow.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 2, 2017 20:23:45 GMT
Strolling down the streets around the large arena, the woman's gaze never left the air in front of her. She was lost in her own thoughts, dwelling over what had transpired before this sudden turn of events. The universe was headed towards peace, though she had torn her own life apart in order to achieve that. She had killed her own flesh and blood, to ensure that her planet had peace. She had killed others, far weaker than herself, to save the lives of those she loved. All in the name of a war and cause she could never understand. A yelling voice made the woman pause in her step. She listened as the woman yelled at the Vargas, one of the sponsors of this mysterious tourney, about some matter the woman could scarcely comprehend. Why try fighting now? Holding onto one's strongest techniques until the last moment was the best policy currently, considering the amount of mystery surrounding each Universe and their contestants. When the woman yanked off her cloak, Tulip sighed in disappointment as the loudness was given an origin: the yelling contestant was a Saiyan, apparently an assassin from Universe 10. Whatever had happened in that timeline, the woman could hardly comprehend. When the woman brazenly declared herself the winner of the tournament, the hybrid from U5 just shook her head in disdain. It's easy to make those claims; but there are forces at work here that far outstrip the puny potential an assassin could hold. After all...this isn't a simple knife in the back, its a fierce battle of fist versus ki in a battle to the inevitable finish. Her thought was hardly finished when a new figure made his presence known. His power was nothing to scoff at; he was doubtless in the Major Leagues, fighting against the others capable of ending the strange planet they now mingled in with naught more than a simple punch. The woman didn't let it worry her, though; if the sponsors of this mysterious tournament were to be believed, they could instantly disqualify and remove any threats to the momentous tournament with a few simple steps. His pride was not misplaced, as the boy spoke pompously of his own strength and potential. The young woman shook her own head, as the midget bopped the loud Saiyan on her nose. That was sure to get some attention, defintely of the negative type. Her gaze shot back, as a loud voice echoed through the area. She almost threw a sword instinctively, the voice igniting her repressed anger on a reflexive level. Of course he's a representative...dammit. She listened to his speech, as Gekido stuck his foot in his mouth. When he mentioned a single woman worthy of killing him, she almost choked on an invisible mouth of water. She knew exactly who he was talking about, and just how dumb he was for bringing that stuff up. When a new figure grabbed the one called Captoru, the woman strode forward, past Gekido and straight up to Jala. “Hi, the name is Tulip. Let's leave the Major to his 'buddy', and ditch the blue loser. He's lost twice now, not including one mishap in Hell where I gave him the handicap of the century. The only reason he could possibly win now is because of the rules the bird-guys put on this tournament.” Glancing over her shoulder at the Heran, there was a look of disgust reserved for trash. Pulling down one eyelid, the woman stuck her tongue out at Gekido the 'Loser', before waiting for Jala's response.
PL - 255,460
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Post by Jala [U10] on Dec 3, 2017 3:33:56 GMT
Jala sighs in annoyance at not being able to fight, so she decides to just head out and try and spar with people. Before she even moves, she hears someone behind her talk. She ignores and a kid moves in front of her, who is double her max. “Tch, stop you brat. Your bothering me.” she said, with an annoyed look.
“League? I’m in the mid tier league. I’m facing off against Collen… That name is familiar… Well anyway, your in the Major Tier i can assume due to your power… What are you? You look weird, as if someone took two toys and mix and mashed them into one.” Jala said, commenting on his appearance.
When the brat tried to boop Jala’s nose, she swats it away, flaring her ki. “Stop you brat. You may have power, but that doesn’t mean your a big shot… But go kick the shit outa Bing’s ass for me. Either way, if you win or lose, I win.” she says with a deadpanned look.
She then turns her attention to Gekido, wincing at his annoying voice. “Dude, shut the fuck up. Can you sense power? Even if he’s a brat, he’s still has a power level of 500,000. And besides, your the weak one here. Him and I both surpass you. I’d rather not be shooting off my power. It’s just annoying. But, here, I’ll show you my power and show your pure worthlessness.” she said, sneering as she powers to max, her power having no restraints. “If I wanted to, I could dwarf you but I’d rather my power not be shown this early.” she says, scoffing at him.
Another person showed up, but he was no concern to Jala, who just nodded whenever he talked about her. Then, interestingly enough, a familiar face did show up. Jala watched Tulip introduce herself. Jala laughs, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it, taking a small whiff.
“I’d love to Tulip. The powerhouse has something to discuss and the pitiful excuse for a warrior… I’d rather not waste my time. But, you already know me… At the very least I remember you. You and Vivian arrested me for trying to take over the Eastern Lands. Pieter, Celmaru, and Gira were there as well. You also saw me when Chai, you, I think… Ryder?, and I were training. Though, weird. No one from Universe 10 came besides me… So did you sneak on somehow? Well, anyway, I’d love to join you my… Friend.” she says, smiling and taking another whiff of her cigarette.
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Captoru
Newcomer
PL: 500,000
Zeni: N/A
Tag: @clodhopper
OOC Name: Sketch / Etoru
Posts: 32
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Post by Captoru on Dec 4, 2017 3:24:43 GMT
| THE RETURN |
UNIVERSE 16 CAPTORU'S PL: 500,000
| GAIN BONUSES: None | | MULTIPLIERS: None |
Captoru frowned as his attempted nose boop missed it's mark. But alas, that was the least of his concerns when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a sudden force turn him around. A strange, uh... Majin? Demon, maybe? Approached, eyeing the little saiyan from top to bottom. Still, the man greeted Captoru with a seemingly harmless laugh and a smile. Captoru grinned back, pointing a finger gun at Jester. "'Sup--" He greeted back, only to be cut off.
Okay, this guy did seem to know Captoru. Maybe he was an online stalker on his Serpent Master EX profile? He had one of those once. It was weird. Thankfully Ving came along and punted the guy away, though it was a curious situation. Still, the man insisted on walking and talking for a bit. "But, uh, Master Ving told me not to trust strangers, mister." Captoru put a finger to his chin, deep in thought for a good five seconds. He shrugged, pursing his lips. "Though, eh, I don't think he's around. I'll be fine."
"Can we go get some snacks also? Pizza sounds good." Captoru closed his eyes, nodding along to his inner thoughts. "No such thing as a bad pizza. Only good and great. That's the Pizza Meter." Opening an eye as another cackle chimed in, the saiyan fusion would glare daggers at Gekido soon after. "Buddy chum pally pal, your hair isn't a prize either. I can smell the grease from here." Captoru snapped back, nodding along as Jala elaborated upon their own strength. A smile crept across the boy's face. "Hey, miss, seems I underestimated how fun you are." He pointed another finger gun at the lady. "Wanna beat this dweeb up later and play some Serpent Master maybe? I'm a Bing main!" He offered, rocking in the air playfully with his usual childish grin.
Out of the corner of his eye, Captoru soon was reminded of Jester. Right- he was gonna have a fun chat with this guy! "...We can do that later though. Here's my card." The saiyan reached into a poorly stitched pocked on his fusion vest, pulling out a paper card with some glitter and glue on it, and some contact information. Most of the contacts were his gaming accounts, though, complete with win streaks.
Tulip soon approached after, snatching Jala away. Captoru waved at the two of them before trotting back up to the weird tentacle-haired man with his usual innocent smile. "So, uh, snacks and talk, right? Snacks are gooder, though." The fusion turned his attention to Gekido for a moment, just to see if he was giving pursuit to that Jala lady and her friend. Shrugging, he'd walk off in tow with his little-known enemy, whistling the tune to Zoan Junction as they headed off.
Though, before they were out of sight, a tiny bone would slap away Jala's cigarette, with a high-pitched voice chiming from afar moments later. "HEY! DON'T GET YOUR LUNGS ALL SMOKEY AND SICK YOU CLOD!"
SPLITTING OFF WITH JESTER TO A 1-ON-1 THREAD
TAGS: Captoru -> Gekido -> The Jester -> Tulip Waterfield -> Jala [U10]
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Post by Gekido on Dec 4, 2017 5:19:05 GMT
He ignored the first newcomer as he focused on the two before him as Jala began wine saying he had a high powerlevel. He just blinked, "Man the fighters really fell through the roof. I don't care if he was King yemma come to punish me. I'll say what I want to say. As I said I am not the strongest but in terms of pure skill and combat prowess. I stake my claim. I am the strongest. She would power up but he'd not see anything but the dust forming as he picked his ear. "mhm, mhm. Wow, that such a high powerlevel mhm yah. Man, I'm so scared." He sarcastically raised his hands in the air. He'd move his hands slightly putting his left finger to his nose flipping the woman off, "Your not jack shit. When we meet in the ring you'll see that. And if we don't meet in the ring it would just mean your worth the time either. I came here for one thing to find that fight. That Fight that everyone will remember. That why we fight don't we. We don't train for anything else but that thrill. The thrill that gets the body pumping at maximum horsepower. Those times where you can barely contain your excitement for battle. Or maybe you just train for something stupid. True fighters train to fight." He flexed his fist gripping his fist tight a grin forming on his face. Then he heard her voice.
Gekido turned as she walked past him as she began to speak about how he lost both there fights Gekido just blinking. "Last time I remember I had your face in a pile of rocks in hell. Our second battle yes you defeated me with pure brute force. out When we fought on about even power I defeated you. So it was clear who was the better fighter. However, I think we both know our skill has increased 100 times over. I want to have that thrill I had fighting you. So I expect you beat all other fighters and I'll do the same. If you're not there when I win then I'll make sure to use my wish to get what I want. That fight perhaps makes myself the second strongest being in the multiverse. That would be a laugh. Then we could see a real fight. Between the strongest and second strongest being in the multiverse. A fight all would remember. So cut the bull Tulip, I know the real you. The Desire to brawl and fight. So be there. Cause if your not and when I win and get my wish. You're the first I'll kill. So don't disappoint." Gekido had a narrowed serious look in his eyes. Perhaps he was brainless, perhaps he was arrogant. However, in his eyes, there was no indication that he didn't believe everything he said.
He focused on the small little saiyan. He counted that his hair smelled like grease. The Kid even threanted to beat him down. Gekido grinned as he moved stepping toward Captoru, "Do it. Beat me to a pulp. I want to feel your fists. The weight. A fist can have the strength to destroy a thousand worlds but have no weight. Have the weight of a boneless warrior. Someone with no convection. Those are the punches that hurt. The ones that I can feel the emotion of. Those can only happen in a desperate battle. Perhaps it will happen if you fight me. Perhaps I will surpass my own limits. Or maybe I'll die. Does it really matter as long as my soul hums to that tune of battle I could care less?" Gekido felt so in his element as his aura bounced around him. He never felt stronger. All these fools bragging about their power. That was the wrong thing to brag about. So what if they had "strength." It was a contest of will. They all got through fights on their strength. They never were tested in battles of will. He pushed against foes far stronger than him and survived. Because he had the will and drive. He would not lose any of these chumps. If this was all those birds had to offer, he'd be very disappointed.
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The Jester
Newcomer
PL: 250,000
Zeni: N/A
Tag: @jester
OOC Name: retseJ ehT
Posts: 16
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Post by The Jester on Dec 7, 2017 16:53:57 GMT
((ooc: yess helo am bak)) "Me? A stranger? Hardly!", the fusion said to Captoru. It seemed like Captoru had somehow actually forgotten about him. A shame too, since he was about to die with no explanation as to who or why. Sounds, familiar, huh? Fourth wall breaks aside, Jester's anger was insane. He was a master at hiding though. The Saiyan lady and the weird looking blue person basically ignored the Jester, so he returned the favor by ignoring them. Even though the blue one was saying some hella creepy stuff. "You want snacks, huh?", the Jester asked. The fusion child stated that there as no such thing as bad pizza. 'Twas a surprisingly accurate description of pizza from a murderer. "I might get you some later, but trust me. You won't need any snacks.""This will be quick."
The fusions walked towards the training rooms.
Splitting off with Captoru.
((OOC: the non-bold purple talk is simply Jester "editing the script" it's not an actual IC fourth wall break))
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