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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2014 4:18:27 GMT
Welp. She was here. On Earth. Somehow.
It was a question she still hasn't answered, really. 'Why the bloody hell was she here?'. It was a question she often asked herself. It was a question she may never answer. Oh well. This planet, it's affect on her was quite odd. She's grown a sort of... attachment. It was quite strange. In fact, she think she may regret it when she inevitably Supernova's it to oblivion. Oh well. It's better to learn to lose with pain than... she forgot she rest of the saying.
Oh well. She sat there, in her Suppressed Form, in her Hover-chair, looking over a great expanse of forest. It was a pretty forest.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Dec 24, 2014 5:32:06 GMT
The tranquility of the bamboo forest was disrupted by the sound of an explosion. Four men, in purple robes were surrounding a figure draped in dark clothing that covered his entire body. At the back of the dark figure was a small mouth to a cave that seemed to tunnel deep into the ground. The blast had come from one of these four humans, who had shot a burst of energy at the mazoku. It had done very little but leave a small smoldering burn upon his thick clothing.
“You may have defeated Lord Gargyml, demon, but our master will have you as his servant,” one of the cultist yelled at him. “I serve nothing,” Pipa said as he drew his scimitar from his belt. This was an annoyance for the demon, these damned humans had been trying to attack him at this cave for weeks now. He had already stacked up about ten dead bodies outside of the cave. This was HIS cave now and he was going to do whatever the HFIL he wanted to.
Pipa rushed towards the first cultist as they began firing beams of purple energy at him. He dodged and ducked beneath these silly creatures, he could sense that none of them had the strength to even hurt him. As his senses tingled however, he could feel another presence nearby. It wasn’t anything to be worried about (or so he thinks because of suppressed form), but it was definitely stronger than these fools.
With very little effort at all, Pipa had dispatched of all of the wizards but one of them. He had moved quickly, and he had haphazardly cut and slashed through the flesh of the others. The final wizard stopped as he watched his comrade’s fall so easily.
“But… how…” the wizard begged. “You should have turned around when you saw the bodies piled up. Now you can join them! I find the smell of burnt carcass to be quite…. Delicious,” Pipa said to the cultist mockingly as his eyes began to glow. He looked at the cultist with anticipation as he prepared to melt his face. He was curious if the power he was sensing nearby was another one of these fools.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2014 8:35:37 GMT
In truth, it was a very boring forest. The trees weren't of any interest at all. The creatures here, of all of them, none of them had a Power Level beyond 2. Pitiful. Pathetic. Weak. Not even worthy of her notice... and she wasn't talking just about the animals. Oh, what was that smell? There's been a smell for a while, it sounded, wait, no, wrong word. Her English wasn't the best. It smelt like human flesh. And believe me when I say, Wyntre sure knew what that smelt like.
She pressed a button on her purple scouter as two numbers turned up on the screen, one of them with '21,584' and the other was a mere... never mind. Gone now. It was pathetic anyway, the other must have killed it. Oh well. She looked in that direction to see multiple figures, only one standing. With a Power Level beyond 20,000, it was certainly something to check out. And so, still in her hover-chair, she went towards the being at a speed of 40km/h.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Dec 24, 2014 9:06:00 GMT
Pipa completed his attack, a ray of green energy came pouring out of his eyes from between the slitted head wrap that concealed the Namekian appearance beneath it. As the beam made contact with the weak creatures head, it passed through it without stopping- snuffing out the final cry of the cultist. Pipa held the limp headless corpse in one hand, and with the other he went to remove the lower mask of his headdress that covered his mouth. His lips were cracked and had signs of tearing at the seams of his mouth, and he had unnatural looking grease black skin with just the faintest hint of green in it under the sunlight.
Pipa slammed the body onto the ground hard, and the bones inside could be heard cracking. He began bending down, about to begin feasting on the flesh of the remains... but then he could feel that power level again, moving closer. He stopped moving his mouth towards his meal and looked up, wiping a bit of blood off as he scanned the sky for the intruder. Pipa wondered how many scorched piggies it was going to take to keep the swine out of his hair.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2014 9:59:06 GMT
It seemed the figure had gained some detail in the close proximity they shared. It seemed to be a semi-armored, semi-mummified being. The power radiating it was quite impressive, too. Nothing compared to the wonders she's encountered, but still. She was now mere meters from the being, eyeing it curiously. She leaned in and her hover chair followed suit. It certainly wasn't anyone she recognized...
"You," she said, almost accusingly, "Who are you?"
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Dec 24, 2014 10:56:15 GMT
Some strange creature had descended and interrupted Pipa's meal. Already anger was washing over the demonic Namekian, but even he had to be curious as to what this creature was. It seemed reliant upon technology like a human, but it had horns like some of the mountain goats that he had eaten for dinner a few days ago. It didn't seem like a normal fleshling, most of it seemed tough and insectlike other than a soft lightblue face. He noticed that the things features appeared to be like that of the variant of human that he had met with the extended chest and thighs (a female).
"The fool called me Pipa..." Pipa said as he pointed towards a horrific sight of a man impaled in a stock of bamboo. Pipa's voiced seemed very shrill and almost whisper like. Pipa decided that this must just be some sort of special human, he hadn't had any encounters with other species that he could recall.
"Why do you dress that way fleshling? I know... another human trick!" His voice went from a shrill whisper to a blood curdling yell. He moved his hand towards the blade at his belt. Pipa had never had to deal with any sort of ki suppression before, he had assumed that this creature was as it seemed to be.
He purposely delayed a bit, still interested in what the creature had to say. He was sure he could take it down without a problem, so why not take his time with this peculiar one.
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Post by Zexama on Dec 24, 2014 12:19:46 GMT
Zexama was doing her casual made up dance, swaying her arms about like a lunatic, she approach two beings, one in a floating thingy and one eating something. She looked closely at the thing that was being eaten and was shocked, it was one of the cultists that locked her up, just this one had different clothes to the usual one. She crept from tree to tree silently getting a better view of the situation, the one that was eating had started shouting at the purple thing. She thought this was some kind of attack, and maybe if he was attacking Mr. Blue guy, then that must mean that potato is candy! Her jaw dropped from her advanced logic, she was so shocked. She grasped onto her little knife attached to her dress and screamed while running full pace at the Blue thing "CANDY POWER!" , on closer inspection it looked like a female, she continued to scream until she was roughly 4 meters away from her, then her foot got caught on a root and she face planted the ground.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2014 12:46:48 GMT
Oh, look, it seems he's brought a friend! Or perhaps not, it doesn't look like either of them recognize each other. Either way, it certainly was interesting. She rested her horned head on her left hand, which itself rested on a comfortable arm-rest in her Hover-Chair. In her right hand, however, was a glass of wine, the wine in which had aged for nearly two and a half thousand years, and definitely wasn't in her hand a few seconds ago. It wasn't really much of a surprise if you know her, the chair had many hidden compartments and the such. Prepared for any event, she used to say.
This child interested her. This... pink child. With weird hair. And a purple cape. Didn't look particularly human, but she was stupid enough to pass as one. "She must be your daughter, 'Pipa'. The stupidity must be genetic."
Wyntre giggled to herself, but it sounded a little like a wasp buzzing. She took a sip of her wine as the hydrating texture filled her mouth... A hint of nutmeg will make it better. Suburb job on the quality. "Do not call me a human, do not insult me that way. I am Empress- " she started, although some didn't recognize her as this, "Wyntre of Arcose."
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Dec 24, 2014 15:47:44 GMT
(heavy weights on)
Koramund sat by himself in the forest, animals wandering around him, as he meditated, trying to gain a new technique. His tranquility had to be perfect, so he could finally hide his ki. The stress of the weights was enough to give him that pseduo-effect of what he wanted, but it was never enough. It was no bloody use, he could finally feel his own ki inside, twitches of it, essences of it, but he could never lower it. Maybe it would be best to not have to hide it, but then, he felt that twitch again. The energy was growing stronger, and it felt like three beings were together. He flew around the forest, and then back into it, hunting for these power levels. It was not perfect, but he sensed the numbers as flickering. The thousands of PL were easy, but the lower numbers were more... erratic. They twitched and shifted into other numbers, but he had a almost perfect system worked out.
Koramund landed behind Wyntre, surprising himself when he noticed it was her, and she was not the strongest there. Koramund knew he was in the top three power levels of the entire organisation at the time, but new possible members? He landed in the middle of the crowd with the weakest power level out of all of them, 3,873.75. He lifted up his hands and said, "Pardon me? Mistress Wyntre here is the Queen of race called Acrosians, and they currently belong to a inter-galactic organisation that revolves around selling and buying planets. Humanity has constantly been a thorn in our side, and has constantly gotten in our way, especially since they acquired the help of the Saiyans to make sure we be stopped. Also looking at our situation here, none of us four are human, or looks like we even like the average human. Our organisation currently is offering currently membership, where we will help your goals and you help ours. Plus, we shall grant you armor and access to a space ship. We will also show you ways to make you even stronger, and finally gain something we all desire, being known, and power. What do you say Daemon, would you consider?" His words twisted to sound more pleasing, but it was all true.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Dec 24, 2014 22:07:17 GMT
Pipa’s eyes diverted to the strange pink creature that approached, his forehead raised in confusion. At first he assumed that this creature was associated with the feminine creature before him in the strange floating machine. He noticed a strange red and white thing in the little pink things hand, and it appeared to be charging towards the other being in the hovercraft. Pipa’s eyes widened a little as the creature fell flat on its face. He turned his attention back towards the first intruder, she had introduced herself as Empress Wyntre… and acrosian. The race sounded familiar, as if he had learned about it in the past… but he couldn’t recall from where he had learned anything. He glared at Wyntre, who must have been a fool to insult him… he was about to teach her a lesson.... but then he felt another presence, another intruder… this one’s power seemed to be a close match to Pipa’s.
Pipa’s first instinct was to begin attacking, he still believed that it was more cultist trickery. This time he felt threatened, the pink thing must have been some sort of rouse and now he was surrounded by three beings with respectable power who could easily gang up on him. He thought of making himself grow larger again, but then the new arrival spoke. It seemed like some sort of invitation to join a group, Pipa frowned as he eyed them, expecting an attack at any moment.
“What? Some sort of collaboration… I had noticed that the humans seem to work with one another to get what they want… They seem to be too fragile even in large groups though,” Pipa said as he took a quick glance at the pile of corpses strung outside of his cave. He also took the time to eye these interlopers. The newcomer seemed to be the strongest… followed by the acrosian (whose true power he is unaware of) and then the pink thing. He continued sizing them up, even as he spoke. His hand never left the handle of the sword, and he would swing if any of these beings made a move against him.
“And what goals do you think that I have? Could you stop these humans from harassing me? It was once a fun game, but it isn't much sport anymore.” Pipa said as he removed his upper headdress and dropped it onto the ground, revealing that he had features similar to that of a Namekian, though his skin was dark like coal. His lips and eyes seemed to have little scars and slits all around them, his face looked mutilated and dark.
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Dec 25, 2014 0:13:33 GMT
Koramund wanted the eyes of Pipa, notcing the twitches of his hands towards his weaponry and away from them. They were so close, hell they could consider each over maybe clones of the other power wise. Koramund saw the darkness in this daemon, and he felt some guilt, some sympathy. Then he felt rage, hatred, enough that he would be willing to murder him. He reminded him so much of his good side, that perfected Namekian. He held himself barely in check, and then spoke between bared teeth, "We offer a entire empire you could work under, like a mercenary or a general. You will be in the top 5 strongest of the entire corporation, and the only humans you have to hunt are those that have power levels over 10,000. So in summery, you work for me and my boss, the acrosian Mistress Wyntre, and we will get you away from these humans, give you home, food, and all sorts of supplies. Pardon my rage sir, I am not used to Namekians, but we do not intend to give you harm, we more want to let you become one of our empire. To show you my trust, I am Koramund the Bio-android, and your name...?" Koramund extended a hand for a hand shake, finishing, "Do you accept my offer, or would you like to ask some more questions?"
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Post by Zexama on Dec 26, 2014 1:14:26 GMT
Zexama was extremely confused with the situation turning her head back and fourth between the two that was talking, after a while she realised that the strange creature wasn't a threat to the robed thing, but the blue thing was. She got off the ground and brushed the dust and dirt of her dress, she didn't like being dusty and she also hated people ignoring her. "Umm.. Excuse me? I just fell and you didn't help me up! she stamped her feet and staring whining doing random annoying noises until she saw the dead cultist again.
From further up she could notice him, she was one that tried to hunt her down every week, she grew mad at the dead cultist. "Hey you! Wake up sleepy head, why army you listening to me?" she stomped her feet past Pipa and drew her candy cane knife and stabbed him in the face a couple of times. " Take that and that and that double that, bam boo daa!" She was even more confused at the sleeping man because she had just stabbed him in the face about 8 times.
She turned to Pipa, Koramund and Wyntre, looking impatient. She gulped to gather their attention then strolled towards the one with robes around it. " Well, now that I have saved you from certain death I think that you owe me an apology. then turned to the other two. " You to, and what were you talking about? About fulfilling dreams?" [/color] While she was waiting for an answer she rudely turned the dead wizard cultist thing into a gummy version of itself and starting eating the top of the head until she reached the feet then stuffed it down her throat. [/font]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 27, 2014 4:15:41 GMT
Uh... The situation only confused Wyntre. Koramund was here to do the recruiting work for her, which was odd, considering she didn't want to recruit them, but rather find out about them and later murder them, but she was all but flexible. Well, not really. At all. In any way. It's an aspiration! Just not hers...
The pink child, who may be more stupid than her brother (despite his negative IQ), began a rumbling of maddening speech (if it could be called such a thing) and stabbings with a candy-cane knife. Huh. And here she'd thought she'd seen everything there was to see... "Koramund, my deary, maybe they won't be valuable minions. This 'Pipa' one has a Power Level barely above 20,000, around yours, and that isn't saying much."
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Koramund
Archived
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Post by Koramund on Dec 27, 2014 17:19:41 GMT
Koramund snarled to Wyntre, and said, "The Ginyu force is only two members right now Wyntre, we need as many elites as you can. But no offense Lord Wyntre, Me and Pipa here are stronger then your suppressed form, and if that is the standard lead you give to us, and we overcome it, shouldn't you offer invitation? What do you lose if he enters, if he is even interested at all? Some Zeni? But what do you gain, a Namekian who's strength is within the top 4 of the entire Planet Trade Organisation? Plus the little girl there at least shows promise of growth. Give her a week and she could double her power level, if she trains at all. But fine, if you do not want to even offer them alliance, I do not need to stay."
Koramund snarled, growing barbed fangs, and his three bio-gems pulsed blood red. His eyes glowed a deep emerald green, with teal reptilian slits that shouted "RAMPAGE!" His tail extended, and then the smaller tails grew even longer. His claws grew longer, his bone armor thickened, and from his back grew two more mutant tails. The three strange tails lifted upwards, arching into the air and then extending to form a barrier around the area like a dome. He looked to Wyntre, and then spoke with a strangely more deep voice, "...Peace or Death?" His power level slowly started to equalize again, becoming just a few points short of 16 thousand. He then starred at the little pink girl and said, "Child I speak of the Planet Trade Organisation, a group that takes planets and sell them to the highest bidder, even entire species to. So its either be one of us, or be stomped into the ground. And no offense, but currently I am in my STOMP EVERY LIVING THING INTO DUST FORM RIGHT NOW!" His shout even had power behind it, and it was clear he was no longer playing around.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Dec 27, 2014 18:53:16 GMT
Pipa scowled as the weak acrosian belittled him, he could no longer hear the reason in the Bio-Android's voice. A fury was building up inside of him, his pride offended by Wyntre's words. He was seeing red, and he was tempted to attack her, but if he killed her he wouldn't be able to prove how powerful he was. No, she needed a demonstration. He watched the Bio-Android begging threatening the pink thing, but this wasn't his problem. Pipa's body began to pulse as he lifted up into the air, it appeared to be swelling as he flew, tearing at the seams of his clothing... he didn't seem to be focused upon the group anymore. His eyes were set upon something else.... "You want to see power?" Pipa yelled as he sped towards East Capital. He would show Wyntre his strength to shut her up. As he continued towards the city his body had grown to be nearly ten times its size, and his power level had increased by threefold. -Exit. PL. I will be continuing in a DE thread, though you don't have to follow me if you are scared . wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/1414/small-display-open-concurrent-emer-
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