Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 18, 2017 2:05:38 GMT
While Collan was raging about his loss, Jala would move to the next round. Capper whistled, eyeing the match with a roll of his shoulders. Not particularly interesting, but something.
"In the Middle League we have Jala and Snakki battling in Round Two!"
ROUND TWO 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.
Jala tapped her old scouter, quietly listening to a person speak about a job he needed done. “Now of all times? Why?... He’s around this time? Hm… Different universe fighter? Got it… Who is it? Snakki? Well, alright. He’ll be dead by the end of the match. Cost ya a penny though; roughly 2000 Zeni. Yup, live killings in the open cost ya. Heh, sorry, but that’s my- oh? You accept?”
“It’s a pleasure doing buisness with you my friend. If he shows his mug, he’ll die.” she said, coming out of the shadows, black cloak on, masking her appearance completely as she walked out onto the stage. The crowd murmured to themselves, was this Jala? She seemed completely different from before.
“... My Opponent…? Where is the prick?” she muttered in a low, waiting for her for her for to arrive. She wanted the extra cash, so she wanted her opponent to actually arrive.
Snakki C'mon friend, let's have a grreeeaat match~! :3 PL: 250k KP 3/3
Snakki strides into the arena through his entrance, rolling his arms and cracking his neck. He stops, standing opposite his opponent and crossing his arms. He looks the cloaked figure up and down.
Well, aren't we ominous... he thought.
"You cold or something? Can't imagine that cloak does anything but restrict your movement." he says, before pausing for a moment. "Before we begin, I want to ask you something. There are a lot of fighters participating in this tournament, and it's prize isn't something that should be handed out lightly. Lots of bad people... and some good ones too, maybe. If you ask me, those bird people are idiots for stirring up our universes with the promise of a wish. So, considering all that, my question is this..." He points a finger at Jala. "What are your reasons for coming here?"
He stands there, an accusative finger levelled at his opponent, making no moves to attack or initiate the confrontation. He makes eye contact with where her eyes would probably be if he could see them, awaiting an answer, but still tensing himself in case of sudden attack. After all, he has no reason to believe he'll even get an answer.
Snakki awaits his opponent's first move, if not an answer to his question.
“... Why would it matter to you…? If it restricts my movement, then It’s harder for me to move around. That meaning good for you.” she’d calmly reply. Jala was then surprised by the Namek’s question. “My wish? Don’t have one. I’m here to fight, that’s it. I’ll give my wish away when i win, probably to a friend of mine.”
“But anyway… Let’s get on with it shall we. I have a job to complete, so in these 10 minutes, I’ll have some fun, but in the end, you will have to fall my friend.” she said to him ominously before taking off at him, the hood flying down as she looks at him with emotionless eyes.
She erupted the ki around her, her aura being charged, as she prepares herself. “What will you wish for?” she said amused. “I’m curious ‘bout it.”
Snakki Sorry for the post being later than it should. Been tired as hell. Charging [SU3] Ki Charge for 100/66% this turn!
"Don't get cocky." he says, uncrossing his arms. "If you don't take it off, I'll hang you with it. I'd hate to see you lose in such an embarrassing way." He began briefly doing a few warmup exercises as she explained what she'd do with her wish.
"Give it away? Hmph. As long as it doesn't go to waste..." he says, finishing off his warmup routine with some leg stretches before sharply lowering into a fighting stance. He raises a brow at her mention of her 'job'. "Is that what this is to you? Some of us are fighting for something important, and you're just here for work."
As she charges towards him, he begins dashing to her right, attempting to gain an opening on her back. With this angle of attack, he makes use of the Namekian ability of arm elongation, stretching out his arm and making a move to grab her cloak and pull her in.
"My wish? There's a hellishly evil man that's corrupting my people and killing my universe. I'll use my wish to make myself stronger, and destroy him! I'm fighting for my people's freedom, MERCENARY!"
“I won’t. I try not to become cocky in fights.” she answered, a little surprised the Namek didn’t move yet. She grins as the Namek talks about hanging her, enough proof that showed he wasn’t a stuck up bitch like most Nameks.
“Oh I like you~! And no, my job isn’t what brought me here; my job came to me little Namek.” she said, feeling his elongated arm grab her cloak, to which, she twisted her body out of it, letting him pull back an empty cloak
“Mercenary? Hue hue hue… Adorable.” she’d grin and then take off, darting all around him before stopping behind him, leaning into him to his ear and saying barely an audible whisper, “I’m an assassin and your my target. Now, fight for your life~.”
She was curious, how’d he react and she knew he’d hear it, and him alone due to his namekian hearing.
Snakki Now it's YOUR cloak! Charging [SU3] Ki Charging to 200/132% this turn!
"...an assassin? Figures." he says, deciding to hold onto her cloak. "What led you down that path, I wonder? Do you want money so badly that you're willing to kill for it, or is the payment just a nice bonus to all the killing? Are you driven by greed, sadism, or some combination of the two?" he continues, rising up from his combat stance and casually putting her cloak on his shoulders, smirking. "You said that if you won you would give your wish to one of your friends." He looks over his shoulder at her. "What sort of friends would someone like you have, if any? What you meant to say was that you'd sell it to the highest bidder, so they could ruin someone else's life with it."
"You remind me of how I used to be..." His face takes on an angry expression. "That guy... thinking about my former self really pisses me off!" With that, he swiftly whirls around to face her, raising his hands to his face and shouting,
After that, he dashes backwards away from her, getting some distance. He resumes his fighting pose.
"I won't fight for my life, assassin. I'll gladly sacrifice it, if it means killing that bastard Xylo. I fight for my people's lives. If you think I'll let someone whose only motivations are money and killing stop me from saving my world, you're more deranged than I thought."
Snakki stands at the ready, waiting to react to Jala's next move.
KP: 1/3 (Used [SU2] Solar Flare: Stuns for 1 round at 200% PL. Can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's attack's power level.)
Solar Flare PL: 500,000 vs. Ki Charge PL:500,000/330,000 ; Ki Charge charge interrupted!
My cloak indeed. Snakki does the patented flash'n'dash!
“My path? Your asking my story or is that rhetorical?... Whatever, I’ll take it as the former. I was raised by an assassin so it’s all I know… I will say, Pieter and Gira are trying to help me after I asked them about actually getting a job. I don’t like to kill… I’ll admit. My Saiya-jin blood wants me to kill.”
She gives him a strange look a when he asked her about selling the wish. “What? No. I use the money from my job to get basic necessities and that’s it. I don’t do that. And… I can consider them my friends… There some of the nicest people out there. Gira for the most part, she’s just a bit naive.” she said, getting a bit distracted.
“Like you? What, were you two different people or completely different?” she asked, curiously. She never expected to have talk with the Namek, and it was actually quite interesting. Until he darted away and yelled the words she hated most.
The light hit her, and she dropped to her knee’s clutching her face as she screams. “YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!” Jala was completely livid as she dropped her charge out of surprise. “That’s t-the SECOND FUCKING TIME THIS HAPPENED!” she’d roar, the light finally clearing as she blinked, her sight coming back.
“X-Xylo? Big green Namekian bastard with the ball? Gah, fuck him. Hell, I’d probably give you my wish, but that just REALLY pissed me off!” she muttered, getting back up. “I meant as in a good wish dickwad. I’m not a greedy bastard, I have a consciousness as well.”
Snakki Yay, you did most of the math for me. Charge on [SU3] Ki Charge dropped due to a (asshole. jk)[SU2] Solar Flare! 500k vs 500k!
"Well, if all that's true... I guess I misjudged you. You haven't let your upbringing totally decide what sort of person you are. I can't say the same..." He looks down thoughtfully for a second, before looking back up. "But I am trying to change too. To answer your previous question, I WAS two different people in the past, but I..." He stops.
What am I doing? I came here to fight for Namek, and now I'm talking my opponent's head off? I never would have done this before. It would have been finished by now, regardless of who came out on top.
He looks across the arena again and makes eye contact with Jala. "I will admit, Saiyan... maybe my fusion has made me go soft after all this time, but..." He stands straight up once more. He seems to be going in and out of his fighting stance a lot, as if he's hesitant to remain in it. "I'm tired of fighting. I used to love it, but... I've fought so much since I joined up with Xylo's forces, and it's starting to wear me out. I try to put on a tough face, but it's getting old. If you mean what you say, you're a decent person. In that case, I will apologize for my harsh words, and for blinding you, and ask you this..." He extends a hand, not as an attack or to charge an attack, but rather in a non-threatening manner.
"Please, for the sake of my universe, would you consider forfeiting our match?" PL: 250,000
Weary from years of conflict, Snakki extends an olive branch... even though olive trees don't exist on Namek.
Jala was really confused. Did the guy fuse due to the earrings she seen people wearing like the weird fusion of Girttza… He wasn’t wearing earings though. “Nameks are weird.” she muttered, concluding the answer. “Hm. I try not to. Master Ax was never a person to ‘inspire’ to be; he was a bad parent.” she joked, thinking about her old sensei. She kinda missed the old man.
Sure, she was on a job, but the man was interesting… She could have a little fun. “Oh hey, could I have my cloak back…? It’s made from some reaaaal expensive stuff.” she asked quickly, wanting the cloak back. If he damaged it, then that’d be bad… And she’d be pissed.
“Man, your putting me on the spot…” she muttered, chuckling to the Namek. She’d look at him with a cold look, that showed no sign of discussion or conversation. “I don’t give a damn if it’s that dictator Virtual Poi; the Empress Zucceta; some freaky Majin; or whatever. I will NEVER give up a fight for something. I’d beat the shit out them if I have too.” she said spatting this out.
“Now if wanna give up, go ahead… or actually not. I’m pretty hungry and I need money, so just let me kill ya instead. But know this. That wish of yours, you can make it when I win the tournament. ” she continue, now making a knife hand, now charging her signature attack. "... I'm sorry this had to happen... We could've probably been friends..." she says this quietly, just so he could hear.
Snakki ... Why would I give up? Charging [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer for 100% for this turn!
"Still hell bent on killing me, eh?" He grabs the edge of the cloak between two fingers, looking at it and smirking subtly. "If you're that concerned about this cloak, you should be careful. You might end up damaging it yourself." He lets it go, making no obvious move to ready himself against her. "In any case, I have no intention of fighting you for real. However, that doesn't mean I'll roll over and die either." He crosses his arms, taking on a serious face and speaking matter-of-factly. "Win or lose, this fight isn't ending with my death."
He's surprised by the words she says under her breath. In the past, before Snakki's fusion, Snare's personality meant that no one would likely WANT to be his friend, and he wouldn't let Makki have any other friends either. He says nothing, continuing to stand and wait for her next move, only thinking to himself,
Friends don't kill friends, Saiyan...
He then thinks back to the moments leading up to his fusion. A battle between friends turned foes. A decisive victory... and a tragic mistake. He thinks about his hatred for the Dominion, and his hatred towards himself for joining them, even if it was for the sake of his universe. Even though he is two-become-one, he thinks of how lonely he's been, working to become stronger for so long.
...so, I'll just have to make sure we canbe friends.
Snare takes a moment to angst and let his KP recharge.
“Well yeah, kinda. I need the money.” she said, watching him with her cloak. As she soon as he let’s go, she disappears, grabs it, and returns back to her position with the cloak wrapped her again as she grunts as thanks.
Her eye twitches in response to what he said. “Nononono! You go all out!” she said, glaring in anger, her Saiya-jin’s instincts acting up as she bursts into Super Saiya-jin, continuing to charge her attack her attack. “I have to… You will die. My condolences.”
She says this, taking off at him and her right hand glowing as she fired some ki blasts at him, darting around.
Snakki Well, time to tango! Thanks for the cloak! Charging [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer for 200% for this turn! KP 3/3
He darts in between the ki blasts, narrowly avoiding them and closing the distance between the two of them.
"Is this what you want?" he says, dashing towards her. At the last moment, just before he would've come into melee range, he leaps over her, rolling in the air and landing behind her. He turns around to face her once more.
"You say you don't like killing, that you only do it to eat, and that your Saiyan blood won't let you stop. If you don't want to kill... why haven't you found something else? If you don't want to kill, why do you allow your Saiyan blood to make you kill? If it were me, I'd do everything I could to fight against that evil blood inside me."
"Or..." he begins, "Have you given up that fight before it's even begun?" He crosses his arms, just standing there. "In any case, I'll just do you a favor and stay alive. You've allowed yourself to kill all your life. You won't get better until someone stops you. Thank me later."
An odd tactic for a story based on a fighting anime, Snare tries his hardest not to fight. And also bides time for his KP to recharge.
Jala attempted to create distance between the two, not liking him to get close and try and Solar Flare her, that’d be annoying. She prepared to punch him, watching him, and danced away from him, watching him closely. “I’m not a slave to my Saiya-jin blood, but it fuels me a little. And I’m trying too, but it’s a bit hard. I don’t want to become a soldier… It’s worse than me, at least to me.”
“I’m trying my damned hardest to fight against my instincts. It’s hard but I do. I don’t just kill for shits and giggles, I kill when I have too. And right now, I have too… I’ve seen many different me’s here… I ended up a lot worse. Mindlessly being a drone for the SSE, dead, being the person that does the dirty work for that main villain… I ended up good in mine, so I consider this a win.” Jala said, thinking of the SSE universe, Xylo’s universe, and being Bing’s assassin from universe 5.
“No! I haven’t given it up! Don’t act like you know me!” she’d yell, her energy crackling on her right hand, growing in power. She knew exactly what to do if he tried to stun him again. Jala was ready.
Snakki No...Nooo... Charging [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer for 300% for this turn!
"A 'good' assassin. Yeah, right." He sighs slightly dejectedly, taking up his fighting pose once more. "I guess you're going to make this difficult. If I don't defend myself, you really will kill me. I was really hoping to get through to you, but... I guess neither of my constituents were the most persuasive, regardless of how wise they were... or weren't, in that bastard Snare's case."
He raises his hands to his face, as if to do a Solar Flare, but he doesn't shout it out, and nothing actually happens. He just stands there, as if he's prepared to do it should she attack him.
"Before anything else happens... I know you need to eat, but I'd still rather starve than take one more innocent life, if I were you. Anyway, I'll shut up now. Bring it on."
He continues waiting, his hands raised to his face as if ready to give her another dose of Solar Flare, but otherwise he does nothing.
Snakki talks some more, instead of attacking. He's made of two very chatty Namekians.