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Post by Porunga on Feb 12, 2018 2:15:47 GMT
The crowds gathered and cheered wildly as the final event of the tournament began. Fireworks popped in the air, as cheerful, jubilant music blared from a band of musicians not far from the main stage. A Vargas dressed in a dazzling suit hopped up to the microphone situated center-stage, and addressed the crowd. "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the final event of our little tournament: The wishing ceremony!The crowd roared in appreciation, as a group of Namekians walked out onto the stage. Each of them were carrying one of Namek's immense Dragon Balls. "Our contestants fought valiantly and courageously to reach this point in the night. Whether they soared through the Minor Leagues, pushed their way through the Middle Leagues, or claimed their victory in the Major Leagues, these three fine warriors are all going to receive a prize of immense proportion: A wish from Porunga!"As the last of the seven balls was placed just in front of the microphone, they began giving off a pulsating glow. Sitting so closely together, their magic energies were ready to be released. All that was needed now was the command word, and the mighty dragon would spill forth. With a hint of dramatic flair, the Vargas smirked, and shot his hands out open-palmed, hovering them above the balls. "TAKKARAPUT POP PORUNGA PUPIRITT PAROOOOO!!!"
The Vargas coughed slightly. His pronunciation was slightly off, but it worked all the same. The dull glow of the Dragon Balls intensified, and the skies darkened...
Suddenly, the Dragon Balls let loose a massive ray of light. It shot into the air, twirling and twisting as it shaped itself into its true form. The dazzling display captured the crowds attention, though they were entirely silent in this moment. Even if they'd seen this ritual before, it never lost its wonder. The light began to solidify, its golden glow reaching its zenith, before slowly fading. In the light's place was a massive, muscular dragon, its tail originating from the Dragon Balls. The mighty beast peered downward with its crimson eyes, and they flashed a deeper red. Below him were the finalists of the Multiverse Tournament. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and a deep, booming voice escaped his lips. "I AM PORUNGA, THE GOD OF DREAMS. STATE YOUR THREE WISHES SO THAT I MAY GRANT THEM."Suddenly, the Vargas from before hurried over to the three finalists, and explained to them quickly and quietly. "Okay you three, just remember that we're doing this in order. First is Collan, then Pin, and then you, Zucceta. No talking over each other, and if you can help it, don't wish to invalidate the other finalist's wishes, okay? Okay, Go ahead and get started!"
Collan Vixen Pin and Zucceta get ready to make your wishes! |
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Post by Collan Vixen on Feb 12, 2018 2:39:45 GMT
The Wish Ceremony Collan's PL: 66,210 Bonuses: N/A
Collan was...filled with awe, seeing the summoning of Porunga, the fact he was even here. He honestly couldn't believe it, but it was all real, and he was excited. He nodded after Vargas came up to them to explain how things were going to go, he nodded, understanding and agreeing to the terms. So, walking up to Porunga, Collan looked up and stared at the large dragon. That's when he realized...he had no idea what he actually wanted to wish for. The man began to panic a bit, just standing there in silence for a few moments before he finally got an idea.
"P-Porunga, if it is of no trouble I wish for something simple! I wish for each members of the Star School to receive a trinket, one that represents them, just for them all to always know each other by!"
It wasn't the most exciting thing, but it just...felt right to him, all he could really hope for was to make those close to him happy. Well...he hoped it would make them happy, and not make them say he wasted the wish.
- Attack used: N/A
- KP: 3/3
- OOC: Welp, here we go. Collan making a nerd wish.
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Post by Porunga on Feb 12, 2018 2:48:42 GMT
"A SIMPLE MATTER."The Mighty Dragon's eyes flashed a deep, foreboding red, as an alien sound came from the Dragon Balls. In the distance, wherever the Star School students were, they all received something special to them... Suddenly, the glow of Porunga's eyes ceased, and his voice boomed again. "STATE YOUR NEXT WISH SO THAT I MAY GRANT IT."
Pin is up next! |
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Post by Pin on Feb 12, 2018 5:03:58 GMT
So this was it, the wishing ceremony. Pin had only ever heard about the Dragon Balls second-hand, through rumors or stories or urban legends. He only knew they were real because of the company he kept and his own extensive research. He’d always held on to a hope that one day he might find the Dragon Balls and with them, receive his heart’s desire.
Now that he was stood before the great dragon Porunga, being asked to state that desire, he found himself conflicted. He looked at Collan, whom had just wished for something so small and yet so significant - something for those he cared about. He looked at Zuccetta, whom would wish after him, and had to wonder what she could even want. She had power. She’d been a queen and given it up. What more could such a titan desire? It made Pin uneasy.
He looked up at the dragon and spoke frankly.
“I’ve given this a lot of thought. Years of thought. And I think, despite everything I’ve seen here in this tournament, despite all the ill I’ve done in the name of proving myself just as much a Saiyan as anyone else...I think I need to stay the course. Not for myself, or my petty satisfaction, but for my late father...my builder. He’d wanted to give his wife a son, strong and healthy, and he couldn’t. I was the closest he could do. A very well-armed doll.”
Pin removed his helmet, dropping it to the ground. He unclasped his armor and released it, revealing the mechanical frame and chassis beneath.
“Porunga, I want to be a true flesh-and-blood Saiyan. But I don’t wish to be an ordinary Saiyan. My father’s memory deserves a better honor. Dragon, if it is in your power, I wish that you’d make me the Legendary Super Saiyan!”
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Post by Porunga on Feb 12, 2018 7:20:46 GMT
"HO HO HO, YOU DESIRE TO BE A REAL BOY?" Porunga cracked a little smile-- or at least one that was comparatively little in terms of giants such as he, for everyone else it was obvious. "PERHAPS YOU WERE A REAL BOY ALL ALONG." Folding his arms, his powerful wish granting energy once again altered the world as he spoke. "LOOK AGAIN, CHILD OF VEGETAN BLOOD, YOU ARE SAIYAN, AND QUITE SUPER AS WELL." Either Porunga did not know what was meant by 'the Legendary Super Saiyan', or he had taken the wish somewhat literally, as the Super Saiyan transformation itself was once legend. "YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED, ONE REMAINS."
One thing was abundantly clear though; Pin, once a metallic kitchen's worth of deadly appliances was now flesh and blood. He could really feel the breeze in his hair, a true warmth in his cheeks and... Life in his new body. It would be up to him to train and discover this new gift. The gift of Ki.
His father would be proud.
"COME FORTH" Porunga bellowed, eyeing the last individual that had been brought to him. "STATE YOUR WISH SO THAT I MAY GRANT IT." Porunga asked once again, seemingly eager to grant one last wish.
Zucceta the time has come, love has won. Happiness reigns.
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 12, 2018 15:35:36 GMT
Zucceta cleared her throat. It'd been a couple of hours since the final fight, and it'd taken slightly longer for the saiyan to heal than had been expected. Of course, her heart HAD briefly stopped, and the fist of a robotic arm had been left embedded in her stomach. The Namekian healers had first had to quickly restart her heart before she truly shut down completely, before having to remove fist before flooding her body with healing energy and fixing the myriad things Empress had done to her.
I (or a me) almost killed myself, before I killed myself (or a me). Probably a metaphor in there somewhere.
Still, she'd been fixed up, and she'd made it here. With the help of her friends, and her defining trait (determination), she'd finally managed to get a wish from the Dragon Balls.
There was an obvious wish to make, but she had to see if she could, with specific phrasing, help a lot more people than just herself.
She cleared her throat again, and stared into Porunga's deep crimson eyes. "This is a big one, but you're a big guy, so I hope you can handle it.
Revive everyone in my universe with good hearts who died to violent ends in the last five years, and return them to their loved ones."
If Porunga couldn't fulfill this wish, she had a far smaller one as back up. But this would fix a lot of issues that Zucceta had, directly or otherwise, caused, and should even solve the root of the problem.
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Post by Porunga on Feb 13, 2018 9:07:36 GMT
Matching the Saiyan woman's stare with his own, Porunga's voice came across as an idle thrum of hmmm-ing as he listened to her wish. "HO HO HO~ I SEE." Porunga chuckled, overjoyed that the final wish to be granted would be one so grandiose, nevermind quite noble coming from someone with Zucceta's (old) track record. "VERY WELL..." Porunga outstretched his arms, closing his eyes for a moment. As soon as they snapped open again, everything seemingly ceased as silence fell upon the multiversal stadium. Reverberating with the holy magic that gave Porunga his body, being and power a glittering golden sparkling wind swirled in from nowhere, passing over all of the remaining members of Universe Fifteen and then into the ether as the magic reached their home...
Naught but a few seconds later; should anyone of Universe Fifteen-- be they at this tournament or not-- have family or friends that came under the criteria of Zucceta's wish, those very people would appear in a bright flash, either right next to them... Or in their very arms. For in Zucceta's; there was now a little Saiyan toddler, barely older than four, sound asleep all wrapped up in a blanket.
Porunga nodded sagely, proud of his work. "YOUR WISH, IS GRANTED. NOW, WITH YOUR CURRENT DESIRES FULFILLED, I MUST GO. FAREWELL." With that, Porunga began to fade away as he was pulled back towards the orbs that housed him, the orbs rose into the air as well. With the Vargas closely watching this; their technology guided these Namekian Dragon Balls back to where they were meant to be.
Happiness reigns. Hatred falls.Thank you, on behalf of the Staff team at WoDB: Souls, for sticking around and making this RP so full of life. Now, its Turbo Time.
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