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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 18:26:59 GMT
Capper pauses, eyeing the names of this next matchup. Xylo. A Vargas had to shake the saiyan to get him out of his trance. Reluctantly, he'd begin the fight. "Major Leagues, we got, uh... Xylo against Plato! N-Neat."
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Player Versus Player Matches have a set 48 hour timer for posts. Failing to post in time will result in disqualification. After ten days pass (*10 minutes IC), if a knockout, ring out, and so on is not accomplished, judges will decide a winner. Without further adieu, get to punching each other.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 4, 2017 21:50:42 GMT
"This is ridiculous." Xylo murmured to himself in his seat. "I know, right?" replied Cassia. "They don't even have cherry soda on the menu! And they call this place high-class? Sheesh!"Xylo elbowed the girl firmly, causing her to yelp. "You know that's not what I mean. I meant this entire tournament. It's ridiculous." He turned his attention back upward, watching as a match between two fighters he'd never met before ended. One of them had finely clobbered the other. It was a decent match, all things considered. Cassia wiped a layer of cheese dust from her lips, and dusted off her hands. "So then why did we accept their invitation? We could have just stayed home or something. Not like we don't have out own set of Dee-balls back home, right?""That's not the point. We're here to make sure nobody from our universe makes a spiteful wish. I'm not in the mood to wake up tomorrow and find myself transformed into an eggplant because Etoru's sixth cousin lucked out in this damn thing." The Namekian Lord paused, turning away from his travelling companion, and muttering, "besides, I never got a chance to fight Habana..."A voice cut off their conversation. Loud and booming, the announcer decreed Xylo would face off against someone from his own universe. Seemed kind of redundant, in his mind. If he wanted to fight Plato he could have done it at home with a lot fewer rules getting in the way. He sighed, and stood up, floating towards the arena lazily. He landed with a flat tap on the stone arena, and waited for his opponent to show. Hopefully this didn't take too long.
Xylo PL: 500,000 KP: 3/3
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Post by Plato on Dec 4, 2017 22:44:42 GMT
Plato had his eyes closed as he focused. He was thinking of how he would combat his first foe. He was not sure who it was yet but everyone he'd be fighting would be great fighters. His Ki fluctuated off his body before his eyes opened up as he heard the name of his foe. Lord Xylo. These guys really didn't throw easy fights to start. He tightened his fist , "My first fight against Xylo, just my luck." Plato planted himself to the ground. He looked forward his eyes narrowing. Perhaps he'd have a little apprehension out of fear, what could happen. How Xylo would defeat him perhaps. He didn't have time to feel that. His people they needed to be returned to life. He was the only one who could do it. He didn't trust anyone else in the whole universe. They so easily rallied behind evils of the universe. He slowly began to walk out looking straight up. The Lord of the Mazoku was his first foe. He would have to blow him by to prove to himself, that he could protect his people. He failed many times before, this had to be the one. He could not fail today. He had to bring them back, all of those he failed to protect. Even if meant tangling with the strongest of foes and defeating them. By any means nessicairy. He stepped out of the tunnel stepping into the ring glaring at Xylo. He usually would talk it up but his glare told it all. A serious look as if he was out to kill Xylo. The Eyes telling everything he wanted to say to the Lord. To tell him, to get out of his way. He moved his right arm as if he pulling at the heavens as he would still be looking right into Xylo's eyes. The Weather itself was being shifted by his magic. Clouds seemed to form above them as massive winds began to blow across the ring perhaps blowing the hats off anyone wearing one who did not put a firm grip on the hat. Then A blue bolt of lightning flew towards Plato. He'd look up shifting his other hand as he caught the bolt shifting his weight as the bolt fired off his hand right at Xylo! He moved his hand as it took the form of a massive dragon made of lighting. He'd thrust his hand out as the bolt of lighting attempted to smash into Xylo and shock him with the force hopefully knock him out of the ring. He would start out on the offensive and overwhelm Xylo. With such a skilled fighter at hand, he had to be on the offensive the whole time or be in trouble. Powerlevel:500,000 Kp:3/3 Techquines used: Control: Weather (Ut) Plato can manipulate the weather of an area though he cannot change it. for example it if is very sunny out he can make it more or less sunny but he cannot make it start raining Bend: Weather (Ut) Plato can Bend the weather in an area to his will using his magic causing it to be sunny or causing a powerful storm. He can use this to cause damage or give him a tactical advantage. Ut: Elemental Shaping Through the highest level of his people, magic Plato changes the form of an elemental based attack into something else. Cannot be used on foes attack of course only attack that his ki or magic has manipulated.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 5, 2017 0:03:48 GMT
The crowd cheered wildly as Plato arrived on the scene. His ghostly visage didn't appear in many of the universes, but those he did show up in, he was decidedly less ecto-plasmic. Xylo was perhaps just as curious as his spectators. He'd never once seen Plato do combat in this form. Surely he'd employ some unique tactics. "He wasn't much of a fighter when he had a body. Usually he'd rely on his beast to deal damage. Surely he'll rely on something else now that he's without it."Sure enough, Plato did need to rely on something. Storm clouds suddenly erupted above the orb-shaped arena, and before Xylo could quip, the magic-wielding Konatsian harnessed a bolt of lightning. Tensing up on instinct, Xylo waited with baited breath for Plato's ensuing attack. It didn't take long, though his bolt of lightning came in a different shape than the Mazoku Lord expected. Shifting and morphing as it flew, the bolt of lightning turned itself into a massive blue dragon! It roared raw energy, and shot through the air with all the force its element could produce. It'd been a long time since the speed of a lightning bolt was an issue. It was funny to think about, in all honesty. His battles with Super Saiyans had ramped up to speeds far higher than light could ever reach a long time ago. When the dragon-shaped energy bore down on him, he shot into the air above it, and conjured something magical. He clapped his hands together, and a rod of pure metal formed between his hands. The Namekian gripped his creation tight, before flinging it like a javelin down toward Plato. It might not do much, but metal did conduct electricity. With any luck, the dragon might get drawn back to its owner in a deadly way.
Xylo PL: 500,000 KP 3/3 Used [UT] Magic Materialization!
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Post by Plato on Dec 5, 2017 0:35:13 GMT
Plato looked up as the bolt of lighting seemed to have missed Lord Xylo who jumped high into the air as he began to form something of his own. A metal rod. He didn't understand why Xylo would form. As he shifted his hand the lighting dragon began to fly towards to the rod instead. He would have batted an eye but he shifted his hand again the bolt being pulled away. Using his own strength he pulled the bolt of lighting away from the rod it heading once more at Lord Xylo as the metal rod flew down at Plato. using a free hand Plato drew his sword from his belt as the rod came flying at him. He'd swing sparks flying everywhere as he used the sword to deflect the rod it landing next to him as he looked up at Xylo. Xylo cernetly could think on his toes. However, He was going to win. He had to defeat Xylo, there was no way around it. It was good at least Xylo would not be holding back. As the Lighting Dragon flew at Xylo he moved his hand back and forth as the Lighting bolt split into 4 smaller dragons which split heading in a different direction one from below, one from his right, another from his left and another from above. Of course the splitting motion he could not control them all at once. He had only one free hand after all. He had a workaround for that. "Six Witch Techquine!" Plato grew four arms out of his back. The Ghastly arms thrust out as they began to control the beams. He let his left hand go down as the arms began to all move like they were running a concert. Making sure everything was on point as each hand now controlled the bolts of lighting that headed at Xylo from all 4 sides. He now had his two free hands which was quite good. If Xylo got close he'd be in for a surprise. Not that it mattered. He caught Xylo. With the bolts of lighting all heading at him. However, this forced some concessions. The Weather slowly cleared up. The clouds rolled up. The powerful winds disappeared and the sound of thunder faded. Focusing on all this it'd be too much and he didn't want to waste too much ki. These bolts should work just fine. With him controlling them he'd have to hit Xylo sometime. Even if Xylo was faster then them if they headed at him from many directions he'd eventually get caught. He glared back at Xylo from the ground waiting to see his counter. *Both of These Fade as Plato puts his focus elsewhere Control: Weather (Ut) Bend: Weather (Ut) *Continued using* Elemental Shaping *Used* Six-Witches Technique [UT2] Through some method you are capable of producing four additional arms(or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from your back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide you with extra fists to punch your opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle Kp:3/3 Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 5, 2017 3:59:08 GMT
The Namekian clicked his tongue in annoyance. He expected Plato to have good control over his magic, but he was hoping the introduction of a lightning rod would have thrown him off just a bit more. He'd have to be a little more creative, it seemed. Either that, or just pummel him faster. Suddenly, the situation got much worse. The dragon in front of him fizzled, being replaced by four much smaller, but just as deadly clones! The Mazoku Lords brow-ridge raised in confusion, but he didn't have time to dwell on the strange technique. The quadruplets circled him from above, below and right in front, ensnaring him in a pincer attack that would be hard to escape from. Maybe he didn't have to escape, though. With a smirk, Xylo's energy began pooling in his gut, travelling through his system at a rapid pace. Within seconds, his entire body was supercharged, and, with a mighty battlecry, the energy erupted from all parts of his body like a wave of fire. His Ki tore through Plato's electric minions, and the remaining energy traveled straight for Plato! If he wasn't careful, he'd be turned into a crispy ghost very soon.
Xylo PL: 500,000 KP: 2/3 Used [N1] Explosive Wave! 33% Charged for a damage potential of: 165,000!
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Post by Plato on Dec 5, 2017 4:22:49 GMT
Plato smirked as the bolts flew at Xylo before he felt the surge of power within Xylo. A wave of energy destroyed the lighting. He pulled his hand back, he had a plan now. A Blue bolt of lightning formed in his six arms as he fired it forward as the slammed in front of him causing a massive eruption of smoke to form. He'd need to throw something Xylo would not expect. Xylo he was smart, he needed something over the top. The Idea clicked in his head. "Alright that is crazy but it just might work." Plato six arms disappeared in the smoke as he could see the sparks from the deflecting bolt of lighting. He shifted his hand as the smoke cleared more. Lighting sparks flew at Xylo but they'd seem to miss with ease. It'd seem to just be from the resulting clash of attacks. He wanted the smoke and the new bolts to throw him off slightly for the incoming attack. It was meant to be a surprise after all. The smallest bolt of lighting traveled right at him but Xylo could probably feel a strange feeling as it carried all of Plato might because it did. Plato had shapeshifted into the bolt of lighting reforming as sparks flew off the Konstian king as he pulled his fist back. All the Training, all the Fighting. All the Pain came down to this shot. He swung his fist down aiming to slam it right into the face of the Mazoku emperor before pushing his fist forward in the attempt to throw him all the way into the arena floor with power. "This is for my people!"
Kp:2/3 *Used N1-Chain lighting-Plato has learned more about the magic of his people he can now create blue bolts of lighting which he fires at his foes. 33 percent attack Used to Block the N:1 Explosive Wave
Then Used Shapeshift (Ut) Plato can change his appearance at will allowing him to appear as someone he is not or hide his true appearance from those he wishes to not see him. If he hit with a powerful attack Shapeshifting ends. *Transformed into a Bolt of Lighting before transforming back to shock Xylo and nail him in his confusion.*
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 5, 2017 7:43:13 GMT
As expected, Xylo's attack was enough to force Plato to act. The Konatsian Revenant shot an especially powerful bolt of lightning towards the incoming wave of Ki, causing a massive explosion between the two fighters. Smoke plumed from the point of impact, shrouding the sky in a thick smog. It was hard to see, but Xylo had been in this situation countless times. He'd need to rely almost solely on his ability to sense energy, and keep a bead on his foe as best he could. The Mazoku Lord floated patiently in the air, senses on high alert as the smoke shifted and settled. There was silence, and then a rapid release of power. From the smoke, Plato fired off a barrage of sparks, but their aim was wild. Xylo dodged the ones that came his way, but kept his movement to a minimum. The barrage ended off with a miniature sliver of lightning snaking his way. Despite its size, it packed incredible power. Very strange indeed. With a quick movement, Xylo was out of the way, but Plato's trap had sprung! He revealed himself to be the lightning bolt, and with a furious warcry, sent his fist tearing through the air to strike the Namekian! Lacking enough time to dodge, Xylo brought his arms up to defend, just barely blocking the full-force punch as it came through. Though the damage was mitigated, it still stung like hell. The power behind the fist sent Xylo backwards through the air, but he was able to stop himself just before he hit the ground. As the Namekian recovered, he smirked. Plato certainly wasn't messing around. It was good of Xylo to not underestimate him, it seemed. "You've improved," Xylo remarked as he cracked his knuckles, "Maybe we should have kept on the offensive instead of going for a peace treaty. We could have won if you can punch like that."The smoke finally settled, relieving the tension of the battle slightly. "Plato isn't holding back in the slightest. It almost seems like he wants to end this fight as soon as he can. Maybe I'll let him stay on the offensive. Tiring himself out just makes things easier on me."Xylo floated back into the air, making a taunting motion with his hand. It might not award him too many points if this went to a judge vote, but he wasn't going to let himself slip into a mistake by going on an all-out assault this early in the battle.
Xylo PL: 500,000 KP: 3/3
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Post by Plato on Dec 5, 2017 16:13:26 GMT
He looked down an annoyed look on his face. At the last Second Xylo had been able to block it at the last second. What did he need to hit him dead on? Still, it was a start. Xylo spoke noting that he had improved and if he knew he had this much power they should of keep going with the war. "No, we could never win. With a universe so drowned in the vice, to ignore the evils of the saiyan race. You could have crushed the empire it was would simply rose again because of the ignorance of some mortals. It really was an impossible war. To win it, you'd need to change the very fabric of our universe. That won't occur though. There are just some things you cannot wish for. You and I both know this." Plato touched the ground in front of Xylo. It has only been a minute. These fights were going to be crazy this he didn't expect. He expected it to go much faster. From his sheath, he redrew his sword the marking of konats easy to see on the blade. "When I get the dragonballs all those who fell, my people will be reborn. So out of my way Xylo." He muttered to himself as he charged right at Xylo for close range combat! He did not fancy it all that much but someone did. Well, formally.
He'd leap forward bringing his sword to the left side of Xylo attempting to cut him across his chest. His Eyes glared like daggers as flames gushed off his body as he swung as if to force pick his poison back away or be burned. He'd spin back around swinging back and forth at Xylo. The blows may have been easy to dodge but his main focus was pushing Xylo on his back foot and towards the edge of the arena. It would be easier to guarantee a victory if he ringed Xylo out. Which he could see as very possible if he just keeps Xylo focused on his attacks. He'd hopefully not be focused on where he was going but more avoiding the incoming swords slashes aimed at his body over and over again.
Kp:3/3
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 7, 2017 3:36:18 GMT
Xylo scowled deeply at Plato's words. He'd taken the Namekian's jest a bit too seriously, it seemed. Maybe when the Konatsian died he lost his sense of humor as well. As Plato drew his blade, Xylo formed his own. The magical steel sword's plain looks paled in comparison to the Konatisan King's elegant weapon, but it'd get the job done all the same. Xylo gripped his weapon tight, listening to Plato's wishes to take the Dragon Balls for himself. "What would a ghost wish for," mused the Namekian, "A bottle of spray-tan, perhaps?"Without a moment of pause, Plato darted ahead, blade held high as flames engulfed his form. His blade slashed this way and that, but Xylo was no stranger to swordplay. His simple blade kept up with Plato fine enough, matching blow for blow, causing sparks to fly with each impact. They danced around the asteroid, though the dance was lead by Plato's offense more than Xylo's defense. After a while, they found themselves standing upside-down on the underbelly of the floating arena. Another swing came from Plato, but rather than parrying, Xylo decided to disengage. He hopped backwards, floating downward into the air below them. Hoping to surprise the king, Xylo pushed forward through the air, attempting to shoulder-check the Konatsian and send him careening away.
Xylo PL: 500,000 KP: 3/3
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Post by Plato on Dec 7, 2017 4:38:20 GMT
He saw Xylo Form his own he never knew Xylo to be a Swordsman. Must have been something he picked up on his travels. Not like Plato was some Expert his sword fighting skills were not bad by any stretch but he was no master. He just thought using a melee weapon may have caught Xylo off guard slightly. He wanted to keep Xylo on his toes. The man was a worthy fighter and foe. He was a good man as well, he had no interest in fighting him for a malice reason but he had to win. So he'd have to beat him without any regard for any allegiance he had. The Sword Clash's sent sparks everywhere as Xyo Defensive prowess combined with Plato less then masterful swordplay left it at a draw it seemed. While Xylo could not counterattack not a single strike of Plato's could land on the Lord. He let his foe wane slightly as Xylo backed up Plato stepping in slightly as he looked up being shoulder checked as he skidded back before falling off the ball. He looked down seeing the arena floor. "Fuck I really need to stay focused." Plato threw his sword using his magic materlzation to create a chain which wrapped around the sword which he threw at the arena but it bounced off. He didn't realize the arena could not be broken. He looked down as he was heading towards the ground. He opened his eyes in rage Flames gushed everywhere as a massive hand on fire grasp the arena pulling himself back on. Flames began to form on the massive rock as he stood on the top of it being towering. Compared to even a great ape he was big. His Flaming Eyes wandered to Xylo on the rock as he took a thundering step flames launching from his foot. He was a Giant of Flame and Stone. Hardened by his hatred and battle. His Highest level form unlocked from the rage of Fighting Cipher. It was the Form that literally was the embodiment of that. All the feelings of his foes left unresolved. Now turned on Xylo. While he was unsure how big the ring was as he long as he keeps his balance this should work to his advantage. The Ground near him began to seer though it didn't melt as he looked down at Xylo. His hand stretched out towards Xylo knowing he now covered most of the ring. He'd attempt to reach out and Grab Xylo so he could crush him between his hands. "You may be fast but out space is limited. Whenever you fly or go my hands will reach you Xylo!" He Roared flames gushed from his hands. The Stone of his body slowly cracking with each movement with the instability of the arena he was thinking of perhaps shedding some of the massive Stone skin that while protecting his weakest area was not as useful in a battle where their powers were dead equal. It would take some time though, a time he would hopefully have before Xylo found a way to counter his form. He would not be surprised if he did. He was a smart and cunning warrior.
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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 11, 2017 3:55:46 GMT
After the fight continued on for several more minutes, a resounding buzzer echoed. Time was up. The judges again murmurred, passing their choice to the winner to Capper, who cleared his throat.
"A victor has been decided- Plato will be moving towards the next round against Captoru!"
Xylo has been disqualified as per his OOC request, and the missing of the 48 hour deadline.
Better prepare for your next match, Plato! It won't be as easy.
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