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Post by Zucceta on Jan 4, 2018 9:45:15 GMT
Ornee scratched the back of his feathered head. The time patroller who had started to announce the matches had gone missing. It was now the vargas' job to do it, but he knew barely any of these fighters."Uh... In the Major League we have Plato and Empress Zucceta battling in the quarter finals!"
ROUND THREE of the Major 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 Plato on Jan 4, 2018 18:32:17 GMT
So Round 3? He didn't expect to get this far if he was honest with himself. Captoru had put him through the ringer. He was lucky to have beaten the boys. If they didn't unfuse what would have occurred? He didn't want to dwell on it he was moving on and that was what mattered. He was going to have a self-reflection in this fight. Empress Zucceta. In her Universe, the saiyans won. They had defeated everyone and ruled the universe. Reminded him of his own universe. They might as well won selling everyone on their new holy heart despite there evils that clouded the sky. This Empress didn't need to hide her true hide because anyone worth hiding it from was dead in her universe. How Typical of a snake to shed its skin only when it suits itself. Letting this vile woman get a wish out of this was not going to happen. She had defeated her first two foes but this is where her run ended. It had to end here. He tightened his fist as he got to his feet looking towards the ring. Those Floating Balls were not the best arena to fight on. Yet that was what he was going to have to fight on. Plato straightened his back as he let in a deep breath. He would not fight in his rage. He needed a clear focus to defeat his foe. Not focused on the outcome only the fight. Like he was fighting the river while these feet were planted in the water itself. He would need to grip the ground and weather the coming storm and strike back. His was not amateur, she was Empress Zucceta.
He did have one advantage though. At least in his head, he had seen at least a little bit of his Zucceta fighting. It was not much but this Zucceta had not seen him fight as much. Even if they were only slightly the same it was something on his side. He'd need it for Empress Zucceta. He'd step onto the ring Platform his arms crossed over his chest. His wounds were all healed thanks to Vargus Technology but also his own magic healing. Despite the downsides of being a ghost, it did have some perks. Mainly for combat of course. He'd crack his neck as he waited for the Empress to get herself in the ring, "You better hurry up Empress. You don't want to keep the King Waiting." He said with an annoyed attitude. Her Title meant jack shit compared to his. Compared to her he cared for his people. She was nothing but a fraud who got power through sheer force and not the love of her people for doing some truly great. Guess it didn't matter anymore, her people had no choice other then her now. Her and her array of solider that followed her like a baby to there mothers. How ironic a warrior race had been in a way they could not be seen turned into slaves. She just happened to hold the chain.
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 5, 2018 14:42:17 GMT
"You know me. I can tell from the look in your eyes. Am I supposed to know you?"
Empress Zucceta descended into the arena, arms folded, an eyebrow arched quizzically to the star-plagued sky.
The Empress would have laughed at his internal monologue. The saiyan race absolutely loved her. She was the first blistering Super Saiyan (the one before her, that 'Athren', didn't matter a damn), and she had lead them to ultimate, unconditional victory. Sure, there were dissidents, at one point, in the past. A group of saiyans who didn't believe in the Violent Way. They were gone now. Ash, like the Earth they stood on.
"Lose quickly. I'm already bored." Her Furiosa: Model T groaned loudly, as if some hidden engine deep within the bulky arm were whirring away. |
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Post by Plato on Jan 5, 2018 17:49:44 GMT
"I doubt it. In most universe, i'm most likely dead. I always was the dying type." He'd put his arms behind his head, "But yes I know you. In your Universe, you're still just as evil. I can see through the act. The only difference is one of you lost and one of you won. One of you went on to take over her universe and the other waits. Quite simple really." He'd click his teeth looking at the Empress with angered eyes. He had a lot of pent-up anger with the Solar saiyan empire. Mainly at Mayze and Shemha. Zucceta was number 3 by far. So it would be fun to trash the copy he supposed. "The concept of the saiyan empire. Built on slaves and infighting. Your empire will collapse the second you die. Infighting will tear it asunder. When that happens the universe will rise up and create new empires. The Cycle will repeat. Guess you never thought of that huh. That your empire nothing but a house on shanty legs. You live in the here and now. I live towards the future, so when I get my wish i'll know what to wish for." Plato flexed his arms as his aura exploded around him.
He counters back to her quip, "If your so bored ring yourself out. I don't intend to lose to you." The wind gushed around him as his ghostly fluctuated around as if deciding what shape to take before he blasted off the ground towards her. He could hear that odd metal arm. If he could get rid of that he'd be at a huge advantage. He'd draw one of his swords as he leaped towards her. He'd land in front of her trying to swing his blade into her arm while bringing her left leg up for a knee aimed right at her gut. He had to test how much power the arm could generate. Sure Pyshical she had been brought down to an even level but the arm was mechanical. Whatever powered up probably had not been changed. So it'd hurt like hell to be hit by it. So he'd rather play safe and find out early on then later in the fight.
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 6, 2018 14:35:13 GMT
The Empress glanced over to an adjacent arena, where her 'U15' counterpart was fighting a crimson android. "If you think I can pretend to be anything, you don't know me at all. Half of the trouble I got into in my childhood was because I couldn't even pretend to fall in line. It sickens me, but something has changed in her."
"Maybe I can change it back."
The rest of Plato's words were just noise to the Empress's ears. She had to blink a few times to remain awake. Is this just part of his tactics?
"You said something something something about my empire... as if I really care about any of that." She grinned. "You think you know me, any version of me, but you don't, at all."
Empress Zucceta caught the sword with her Furiosa: Model T, which was still running calculations, and blocked the knee with her own adjacent foot. After slowing the momentum of the knee, Zucceta raised her heel and stomped down, hard, on the knee joint. |
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Post by Plato on Jan 6, 2018 18:33:21 GMT
"Nah. Nothing changed. Everyone no matter how hard they try there hidden beast is still there. Some of us hide it, some embrace it and some of us try and discard it. Trust me I been in all three of those phases many times." He'd smirk as he charged, "But it makes me curious what brought you to this path. If you say something changed maybe that not it. Maybe it is that she changed from something else into what you are. So what was Empress? Did you lose something and decide to pay the universe back. Maybe a life you could have had. Taken away by others who have no regard for that life." Plato hummed to himself as he charged. He wanted to break her down and understand this person. A person in his universe who done such dark deeds but became good. It made no sense what changed. It changed in him but something sparks the evil as well. He had a vague idea what changed his Zucceta but what changed her into lady death. "I do know because to me your an open book. A book I've read a thousand times. Someone fueled by anger and who used their power to cast unholy wrath on her universe. Yet she didn't find what she was looking for." Plato countered back as his sword swung she catching the sword. Ki swirled through his sword as it snapped as her Arm grabbed the thing. She'd also block the knee which he kinda expected. It was the first assault.  The hardened monsterious skin formed up his leg as she slammed her heel into his joint. It went over his whole body. The Armor was blood red. Smoke bursted off his body as he doubled his size. The 5'4 Plato was now at least 10 feet. Not like the Power up mattered all that must but more skin between the blow the better. His body began to heat up not enough to make Zucceta let go but he hoped it'd not be a fun experience. A Crown of horns extended from his head before a tail sprung out of his back swishing around. "Good times. Used this form when I died on yardrat to your men. Trust me even if yourself went back to her "good" then the rest didn't. Still the same savages." He'd free arm swirled around as the shards of metal formed behind Zucceta forming all small metal shards all around Zucceta, expect one. He'd use his tail to try and wrap around her heel that stepped on his leg. If he was able to he'd throw Zucceta into the flying metal spear trying to Impale her and end this quickly. However, the spear was only one part of the plan. He knew she had Telekinesis but assuming she'd be focused on the spear of metal. She'd aim the free metal shard with other hands at her Model T arm away from the hand so if it operates like a normal hand she could not catch it. He powered it up with his magic so he could hopefully stab into the Furisoa T. UT: Telekinesis- Plato uses his mind and can lift an object as small as a cup and as large as large chunks of rocks. Can be in battle or just used to bring stuff to you.
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 7, 2018 15:58:50 GMT
"It does not matter how or why I am who I am; all that matters is that I am."
The Empress's eyes darted to the below her leg, where Plato's tail was inches away from wrapping around her shin. Grunting, she pushed off the thickened knee--and towards the metal-shard spear her foe had telekinetically formed.
And then she screamed.
Her roar caused the arena to shake with the intensity of the kiai release she was emanating. She aimed to break apart the metal shards behind her. |
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Post by Plato on Jan 7, 2018 18:16:00 GMT
She was fast. That was to be expected of the most powerful member of her empire. He'd watch as she let out a powerful scream as the arena began to shake. Plato watched as the spear he created broke apart the metal shards landing on the floor next to the Empress. The other shard aiming for her arm flew back landing on the ground as well. He'd let out a slow, mocking clap. "Seems i'm getting into your head." He'd smirk as the shards began to float up again and began to spin around the queen. Lighting began to spark up Plato arm as he looked towards the Empress. He'd move his arm forward as the shards keep spinning. He was going to take a trick he learned out of the book from Xylo. He'd move his other hand to thrust the shards in trying to slam them into Zucceta though he doubted it'd be effective. He just needed something to throw her off a bit. Every move in a fight was made to set up the main move. That what a fight was in this toury. A Fight of chess. Whoever made the mistake would lose.He was going to be the one who punished the mistakes. Lighting rushed off his hand aimed at Zucceta before flying past her. It would seem too obvious that it would miss but that was the point. Throw her focus off with the shards being controlled with one free hand. With her other free hand, the bolt of lighting was controlled. He'd look towards her metal arm as his hand controlling the bolt of lightning shot down, "Rain hell upon you!" The Bolt of lighting rebounded down aiming for her mechanical arm to shock her whole body and cause some pain. He wanted to see what this empress could take.
UT: Telekinesis- Plato uses his mind and can lift an object as small as a cup and as large as large chunks of rocks. Can be in battle or just used to bring stuff to you.
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 8, 2018 13:08:56 GMT
Lady Death rolled her eyes at his comment. "Sure you are. I'm quaking in my boots."
The realigned metal shards were deflected with a more localised kiai released from the palm of her right hand, but the lightning bolt struck dangerously close to Empress Zucceta's metal implant. Her eyes, dark and furious, stared at the lightning bolt and, in an instant, the air shimmered with her own, mighty telekinetic power. The lightning bolt crackled in place, static, before the saiyan queen twisted her head to face Plato--and redirected the bolt, which shivered with new, red energy, and aimed the energy blast at Plato's own throat. |
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Post by Plato on Jan 8, 2018 17:47:40 GMT
He'd look back at his foe as the bolt of lighting rushed towards her. It may have been one of the first strikes in this battle. The Empress, however, had different plans as the bolt of lighting stopped. He'd look confused before realizing what was going on. She had telekinetic powers just like him. He watched as the bolt of lighting stood in place like a statue. Plato looked back as she fires the beam right at his throat trying to end his life it seemed like a quick strike. She didn't understand who she was facing though did she? She thought she had the edge in their more supernatural powers? She did not in a million years. As the Bolt went towards him the armor fell off his body. The Flaming form disappeared in a flash the 5'4 Plato dashing under the bolt of lighting. It would slam into what remained of the head armor above him sending it flying out of the arena from the force as Plato dashed towards Zucceta. He was going to have to strike harder to cause her any discomfort. She was fighting on high legs and parole tricks would not make her bend. So the Gloves came off. Plato left arm moved to the shreds of armor flew off towards Zucceta to mainly annoy her while he got up close. His right burned with spectral energy. He needed to get close to his techquine to work. His aim for that mechanical arm. He wanted to get the illusion that was his target.
Plato dashed towards her making sure to speak as he ran, "So I can see that got you mad. Must have hit a nerve. You must not like your power being questioned. Not much to question though if this was all you had to muster you won't stop me. Your an Empress with a broken empire and a broken people. Trying to ignore my words won't change it. You still can change for the better. For those you once loved. For those, you have lost. We all lose someone or something that what brought on this path right? That what brought me. I lost my Humanity, my people, my childhood, and my life. I did bad things and I regret them. I also know you regret yours. We all do, we wonder about a life we could have had but instead of grasping for it you push it away. Don't push it away, I thought it would fix the problem. You won't fix a thing you only will dig yourself into another hole." Plato rushed past trying to get in punching range his right arm launching towards her mechanical arm. Unlike a normal punch if he made contact it would phase right through metal arm. He wanted the illusion he was aiming for the arm but he just phased it. He was not sure it would even matter to get rid of the thing. His arm would continue going her stomach. If he was able to phase the arm would squeeze down on her stomach and caused immense amounts of pain before pulling his arm back off if successful with no signs of any blood on his hand.
N1: Phase Punch- Plato as a ghost can now phase through objects. He phases through a target chest striking a vital organ by passing through the body before rephrasing his body to strike. Deal's 33 percent damage.
(Aimed to cause great internal damage to Empress Zucceta by grasping at her stomach and squeezing it with extreme force.
Kp:2/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 9, 2018 15:43:16 GMT
Plato seemed to be running at Empress Zucceta for far longer than was plausible; at points, it was almost as if he were running on the spot as he monologued. "I'm not angry, hun; just disappointed."
That was, of course, a lie. But it wasn't Plato who had made her angry.
She was never NOT angry.
"Your words are empty. You don't know me. Die quietly."
As Plato had planned, the Empress raised her Furiosa: Model T to block the fist. Her eyes widened as his fist phased through her metal arm, and into her stomach.
She felt him squeeze, and saw red. Her eye twitched.
And, as her body was wracked with white-hot pain, she began to laugh. It wasn't a happy laughter. There was something guttural to it.
She began to charge up her own ki, as her Furiosa: Model T began to bleep harder. "Phase skill emulator online," a computerised voice spat.
Just what exactly was in that Model T?
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Post by Plato on Jan 10, 2018 23:42:04 GMT
"Not Angry huh? Disappointed in a life you could not have. One you lost and refused to piece back together. Not that it matters it was your choice, after all, to leave your universe in ruin. Also, mine with our Zucceta. Guess she tried to glue it back up. Guess she made an effort unlike you." He'd state as his hand phased and grabbed her stomach and tried to crush it like a pea. She seemed to be in pain from that one. He had caused some damage and that was good. However, he could hear the humming of that Arm of her's. He didn't know what he did but he knew it was not good news as her ki was swelling up. He'd need to take care of it. He did want to regain some ki though. Use more time if she decided to charge of her attack. "Is that the best plan you have. Charge up some big final blast and try and kill me. If this is how you conquered your universe you must have had all the weaklings." Plato grinned as he landed in front of her just looking down at her like a pest. She seemed to be laughing in pain which made sense with what he just did. He did just try to crush her stomach though it did surprise him she had any breath at all. Guess next time he'll try to crush one of her lungs instead. Maybe that makes her speak a little more.
"Not really the talking type huh. I expected you to be explaining to me why I don't stand a chance of defeating you. How your power and your empire are the strongest in the universe. How you'll use your wish to try and destroy us or maybe the last of anyone who tries and fight your almighty power. Yet you don't speak at all or at least about that. You just want to end this fight. So how about I stoke the fire. And I expect you to answer. What happened to Konat in your Universe. It is where I come from. The Saiyan invaded it in my time. They were beaten but not without cost. I Lost my home, I lost my throne. I watched as a man of metal tore it apart. Maybe the Saiyan didn't kill a single person that dark day but the fear they inspire, that causes pain to this day. I can't take out of my rage on them. How about I do it against you instead!!!!!!!" Plato Brought his fist up aiming to slam it right into Empress Zucceta Gut where her stomach laid to cause extra pain. He'd spin around mid-air trying to spin kick Zucceta Right in the jaw to send her flying into the air. After that, he'd land pulling his arms behind his back as Ki sparked on the tips of his hands. He really did have some pent-up anger. He may have never got the chance to use the Solar Saiyan empire but here. He did in spades. "AHhahahahahhaha." He'd began to fire a barrage of ki blasts towards Empress Zucceta trying to launch her out of the ring. He had a feeling she'd not be ringed out but at least it'd do some damage while she charged up. Then when he got his ki he could enact the second stage of his plan.
Kp:3/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 11, 2018 11:04:13 GMT
"I talk enough. You talk way, way too much."
"Konats? I don't even remember. I probably drained the planet and ate its fruits. It was never a memorable place, your world."
The Empress blocked the blow to the gut, but the spinning kick caught her in the shoulder. She was sent flying backwards, but halted herself with a burst of ki from behind, like an astronaut using jets in space. At that new distance, the Empress had little difficulty dodging most of the ki blasts, though a couple she had to block or deflect with her hands. All the while, something big was churning deep within her.
[KP 3/3
KI charge 200%] |
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Post by Plato on Jan 12, 2018 0:30:27 GMT
He could hear the Queen words rip through his heart. She most likely destroyed as she said but it enraged it how she so casually threw it around it. All it was worth to her was some fucking fruit! As she was knocked back by the kick. His ki blast, however, was not as effective as she avoided most of them. Plato didn't move however nor did he say a word. He didn't need to speak to show his mind. His face was twisted into that of rage. An Emotion common to him though he knew it was the perfect time to express this. This woman didn't care that she may have killed his people. Not a Hint of regret because of some damn fruits. He knew who was dealing with now, someone who didn't care what they did. All that mattered was the great old power they held. She was Queen of a universe of discarded worlds, enslaved worlds, and fearful worlds. He had a duty to beat some sense into her. To make her pay even a little bit for what she just claimed she had perhaps done to his people. He formed a cross with his hands as his power began to rise. He pulled together much of his ki as powerful flames covered his ghostly arms. If she had watched his last fight which he doubted then she'd know what this was. A Powerful techquine meant to stop her charge in its tracks. This was going to the end of that pesky charging business. "Flaming Cross." The flames launched around the Empress to form a massive cross of Flame to stop her charge in its tracks. The Power of this ki disturbing techquine had been proven once before now he was going to prove it twice.
Knowing there may have been a short period to hit Zucceta while she would still be reeling from his attack or at the very worst distracted he'd teleport towards her the flames gushing around them from the cross. Sure it burned but as a ghost pain didn't matter all that much. Plus being his own flames and the cross short-term effects he'd not worry too much about it. Right now he was going to make Zucceta regret saying such words He'd bring his left fist back swinging for the fence trying to hit Zucceta square in the jaw and knock her into the arena floor with a powerful shot.
Flaming Cross (Su2)
Plato Thrust his hand out Binding his foe in a flaming cross traping them. A technique first used by the kashvarr to capture their power beasts now used by Plato himself. 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.
Kp:1/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Jan 12, 2018 10:41:19 GMT
The Empress's eyes widened as the fiery cross engulfed her. It was a pain, but not a physical one; still, she felt her ki charge slip away, her focus lost as her body was wracked with ethereal flame.
And then, with a great force of will, Empress Zucceta broke free of the flames, her face filled with abject fury. Snarling as Plato rushed towards her, she raised her right hand, which crackled with a venomous inky ki.
"SEEKER GRENADE!" She hissed, her face contorted into something dark.
With the noise of a sonic boom, a dark energy blast would scream from her palm, a thunderous attack aimed straight for Plato's head.
[KP 0/3
UV3 Seeker Grenade 66%: The Seeker Grenade, on release, follows the opponent's movements automatically.] |
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