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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 15, 2015 17:04:01 GMT
(Heavy Weights On) (Thread PL: 17,512 (With Weights: 4,378))
Vi-Poi floated above the city, folding his arms across his chest as he waited. So this was the famous Satan City. He’d only ever read about it in Lord Ocha’s reports. From this high up, it seemed like any other city, filled with orderly grids that allowed traffic to flow, entertainment hubs to keep the denizens enthralled, and the teeming millions of humanity, loud and vulgar in its mastery of the environment. The edges of the city extended in glowing rivulets through the low drifts of blue-hued mountains.
This high up, the wind pulled and pushed at his suit, making his tie flutter out to the side like a flapping banner. The long and heavy overcoat on his shoulders barely shifted in the gusts, being near as heavy as a main battle tank. He gave his surroundings another cursory scan with his built-in scouter, but came up with nothing so far.
He was a little early for the agreed upon meeting. Midnight was minutes away. If androids could experience anxiousness, he supposed he did now. This would be the first time he met one of the world powers. It was said she commanded an army, and was the bulwark against the growing political power of the Saiyans. His hands tightened slightly against his folded arms. Vi-Poi had created influence in the Western Capitol. He could, at any moment, dispose of Lord Ocha and through brute power assume a mantle that reached out into the entire shadow economy of the West… but was that sort of influence even sought by an alien such as this? She was an Empress, used to bargaining over power, used to people trying to please her with silvered tongues and promises lined with gold. Would she be upset with the surreptitious and perhaps presumptuous way he’d contacted her, or would she appreciate direct attitudes?
He made slow revolutions as he waited, like a pirouette in glacial motion. His scanners were thrown out and upward, and he cautiously began to power his internal systems. Though he came for peaceful dialogue, it was never a bad idea to be ready for everything.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 16, 2015 7:01:34 GMT
Her Beneficent Imperial Worship,
Before I begin with introductions, I feel the need to apologize for delivering this message in a clandestine fashion. I am wary of large powers, and I hear from friends and associates that you are an alien of great magnitude, one with an army at disposal and a strong hand in recent events with the world-consuming Saiyan species. So please accept this as an introduction, and a request for an in person meeting at a date and time that agrees with you.
I am Vi-Poi, a facsimile of a human. I possess several abilities that separate me from most modern machinery, including ki-channel circuitry and a ki-generating reactor that allows me to compete, in the loose sense of the word, with those who gain such advantages biologically, or naturally.
I am currently under the employ of Lord Ocha, the largest gang-boss in the Western Capitol. Perhaps you've heard of him, or perhaps not. A big fish in a small pond may be beneath the notice of leviathans who roam the World Sea such as yourself.
Lord Ocha has been less than expected in upholding our contract, and unless he changes his course drastically, I will soon remove him from power. I intend to build a steady base of support here in the West, and while you may hold such influence as trifling, it is said that a wise ruler neglects not the smallest boons of opportunity. In exchange for this forecast of alliance, I request use of your Gravity Chamber, for a period of your liking.
I am prepared to meet at your leisure, should you wish it.
Humbly and With Deep Respect,
Vi-Poi
"Automatically moved to Spam.
Moved from Spam to Inbox.
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Safe.Be careful where you step, Vi-Poi. I'm not one for Sycophants. Meet me above Satan City, midnight tonight. This better not be another assassination attempt, for your sake. Apologies, I can't speak much here. Be there, and you may get somewhere... I am quite busy. Make it worth it. Wyntre's scouter had been well aware of Vi-poi's earliness. In fact, she was twenty minutes early herself, in a way. She had been hiding behind a near-bye building, observing. It didn't look like any assassination attempt to her, perhaps he was serious. She had little need for what he claimed to have possessed, but it did always interest her. A good way to put this would be 'She doesn't care about the brick, she cares about the house; unless it's very pretty'. Oh well. Flying in her Suppressed Form over to the Android, she took a quick look at his Power Level. Half-decent. Nothing compared to her, of course, but still, not bad. "Vi-poi, I assume."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 16, 2015 17:57:08 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
Vi-Poi turned sharply at the words, startled. An intriguing alien approached him. So this was an Arcosian. She was a slender creature of rose colored complexion, under a hard white carapace that his diagnostic systems couldn’t determine was natural armor or crafted. A deep violet orb formed the top of her head, like the helm of a soldier’s, buttressed by more of that white carapace which appeared nearly like a crown, sweeping back around her head like wings. Her face possessed a certain delicate cervine quality to it, an otherworldliness lent by the deep blue lines on the side of her visage. Vi-Poi wasn’t fooled by beauty, however. Her eyes were hard as ice, and her posture was used to command.
His diagnostic systems finished their scan and lent presumptive reports of her biology, which Vi-Poi dismissed, pulling up his built-in scouter instead to trace over the Empress of Arcose. Lights and angular patterns flashed behind his large blue irises as the scouter quickly processed the energy readings emanating from her.
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He pulled back one lock of azure hair from his brow in an oddly human gesture, and bowed his head. “And you are Wyntre Cold, Empress of Arcose. Good evening.” He said, offering a smile.
“I intend to be direct, as I hope you will appreciate frankness above all. I seek to gain power, and I hear there is opportunity for power you lend to those who might serve your interests. I understand from contemporary world history that you are in competition with the Saiyan species. I have met one Saiyan, who goes by the name of Daiki. He seemed of a reasonable persuasion. However, I have also come to learn that the Saiyan species are great conquerors, who persist as the locust does, devouring a planet of all that can be useful to them before expanding elsewhere.” Vi-Poi paused in his speech as the wind began to howl, a sudden gust pushing the heavy weight of his super-densed overcoat slightly.
“I know less of your race, and so I wish to know your designs on this planet. I am no protector of Earth, but I have interests that need to be served here. There are magical artifacts which I seek, a process which would no doubt be hindered or made impossible by the collapse of global society under the brutal reign of the Saiya-jin. So I propose an alignment between us. My offer may not seem potent, but every great system is built upon smaller data points, each point acting as it should. Beyond that, should our goals truly align, I will support you in any struggles of global magnitude. You may be able to sense my power, I’ve tripled my fighting rating since my creation some weeks ago, and have no intent of slowing down.”
With his proposition delivered, Vi-Poi waited for a response from the Arcosian, floating in perfect suspension above the glow of the city lights.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 17, 2015 6:46:18 GMT
Let's see... he was a mousy fellow with bluey hair and similarly shaded eyes. He was short and slender and wore 'cheap expensive clothes'. His Power Level was at 17,512, too. She was here for a deal, she reminded herself. Not a fight. She listened in on what he had to say, but, actually, she wasn't all too impressed.
"Yes, yes, yes, top of the day to you. Yes, the Saiyans are like locusts, I agree. In truth, they're simply overly-aggressive, pathetic, idiotic monkeys. Insane toddlers with space technology. It is good to see that you know Daiki; he is under my employ, the only Saiyan I had ever met that didn't try to smear their excrement over me. Also, if you'd like artifacts, I have many in store. While I do not know why you might need these, but I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement. Yes, I am interested in some sort of 'partnership', but I see little value in it. You are, not trying to offend, not very powerful. But, as you said, you are improving. I don't exactly see what you could offer me, either. Offering the earth, which I know you wouldn't, isn't exactly worth it anyway. It is only a measly planet with a low Power Level average. You also say you know little about my race... I suppose you could read all about it in my book 'the Galaxy and it's Contents'. It's about the Galaxy and it's Contents."
Meanwhile, around their level, a news helicopter was filming the whole thing, but they where too far away to get any audio or a good image. Wyntre merely but on a fake smile and waved.
"Perhaps we should move."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 18, 2015 1:05:52 GMT
Vi-Poi followed the Empress of Arcose, flying close beside her away from the news helicopter. He folded his arms across his chest, moving his blue-eyed gaze sidelong at her, still wondering a great many things. He connected wirelessly to a nearby network node, and sought out the contents she spoke of. Text and images flashed in his large blue eyes. He processed information on a rejuvenated Arcose, as well as the galactic peace reaffirmations. It seems that their species had cooled off from whatever fiery beginnings it had, while the Saiyans had degenerated into vanity and pride.
Vi-Poi decided to broach the subject of his training. “I am not strong enough, not yet. But I hear you have a gravity chamber, which can help me increase my fighting ability at an increased rate. This would further my use for you as an ally.” He said over the wind, a small smile on his face as his systems continued to examine this interesting alien. “Perhaps you and I will come to some sort of arrangement.”
“I am willing to consider any arrangement that you may prefer instead.” He offered, his blue hair rippling in the strong wind. “I observe that we share an alignment of goals, or at least an alignment of interest – in seeing the Saiyans humbled in their ambition, and in this commonality I am certain we can find ways to assist one another, as all successful organisms on this planet do.”
He followed the sleek Arcosian through the black sky lit with the bright stars of the galaxy, wondering what might come next, where he might be going with this creature of power.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 19, 2015 6:49:15 GMT
((I wrote a massive post when my computer decided to die. Twice. Excuse the shortness. Holy hell I turned into the Hulk...)) Wyntre continued to fly as the wind blew against her face. Could this fellow be trusted? She didn't really think so, it was common for people to try to sell their secrets to the Saiyans. It never works, as normally the Saiyans kill them... meanwhile, she landed in front of a nearby restaurant, called 'When Hell freezes over', who is currently owned by her 25% Arcosian, 25% Demon, 50% Human friend.
"I don't really think I can trust you. Who says you won't just betray us?"
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 20, 2015 0:41:01 GMT
(*comf computer* Happens, unfortunately )
Vi Poi landed at the restaurant, gazing up with his blue eyes curiously at the establishment’s sign which read When Hell Freezes Over. It read in bold lettering. He hmmed, putting his hands in his coat pockets and walking casually beside Wyntre as if she were his date and this were a night out for dinner (and perhaps, a movie?). He thought the restaurant name amusing, and idly wondered if any failed marriage proposals had ended here, with the refuser pointing at the sign.
“You can trust me because I have no reason to operate in accordance with the goals of the Solar Saiyan Empire. Their endgame is destruction and tyranny across the stars. Mine is something else entirely.” He entered the restaurant slightly before Wyntre, scanning the classy interior with his combat sensors, finding no obvious threats. He waited in front of the host kiosk to be seated, feeling not at all out of place in his dark suit. The restaurant was surprisingly busy for this time of night. The Arcosian Empress got some odd looks from the human guests, but the staff seemed interestingly unfazed by her arrival. She must regularly come here, Vi-Poi decided.
“If you are willing to work with Saiyans in pursuit of your goals, why not an android?” He queried.
As they were seated and waited on a menu, he ordered a bottle of the seasonal red, and relaxed in his chair. Vi-Poi didn’t need to eat or drink, but he could, and his social algorithms could mimic to a fair degree the responses alcohol generates in humans. While they waited for the wine, Vi-Poi studied her exotic face intently. What else could he offer? “What I am offering may not seem grand, not yet. But the seed of clonal pine tree is a very small thing, and from such small beginnings, forests are made.”
Vi-Poi pursed his lips as his problem-solving algorithms whorled in thought.
“If you have any suggestions on how I might earn your trust and fidelity, please tell me.” He said, sincerity in his voice.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 20, 2015 8:10:35 GMT
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 20, 2015 16:03:10 GMT
Vi-Poi intently listened to her. He quietly ordered the cobnut risotto with flayed apples. When she finished, he nodded slowly, his azure locks swishing in front of his blue eyes. “My cryptanalytic algorithms are generated differently from most of my electronic brethren.” He explained. “They are based on modular and adaptable arithmetic, which guides my heuristics while I overcome the key length. Further, my processor was created by… not normal means, let us say. It has certain holographic data capabilities – superimposed sinusoidals above the binary bites -- that make calculations very quickly. So in essence, it is a brute force attack like those always tried; it is simply done with much more force, and with sharper technique.” As he finished his explanation, he smiled softly. “Not many would show an interest in my technical capabilities.” He said, inclining his head politely.
“You worry that I place you in a larger design, of which you are unaware.” Vi-Poi observed. He took a sip of the wine when it arrived and was slowly poured, his cuisine database judging its taste to be very adequate. “You need not worry. I intend to continue to raise forces, generally concentrated in the West. I intend to change the role of Lord Ocha’s organization from one of blatant criminality to a more-subtle purpose. I intend to create mechanisms that allow me to reach my ultimate goal to find the magical artifacts of which I spoke.” He nearly bit his bottom lip in hesitation, had his social algorithms not stopped him. “I seek the Dragon Balls.” He admitted, nodding his head.
“These goals do not conflict with your own, as far as I know. Should they conflict, and you are also seeking such artifacts, I am sure we can come to some mutual agreement upon their usage. I need only a portion of their power. I have no intent to deceive you. Deceiving those with deeper wells of power and influence, those who are more established, is highly inefficient. Once in an alliance, betraying the ally is even more inefficient, as it degrades your own perceived trust value. I eschew inefficiencies.” As the hot entrée plates came Vi-Poi paused to lean back in his chair, watching Wyntre’s angular-patterned face behind the steam. “I am much better positioned if I ally myself with you, even if it is not an alliance of equals, as I am your obvious lesser. This is not flattery, it is stating cold fact.” His algorithms gently nudged him further. “And you are better positioned as well, Empress. Surely if you ally yourselves with vagabond warriors, you could find use in a more deliberate being. The most successful species on this planet, the humans, persisted not because they were the strongest or the fastest, the fiercest among all the animals. Nor because they were the smartest, not exactly. They persisted because they were the wisest, and they formed bonds of cooperation not only with each other, but eventually with other species, whom they used in schema of mutual advantage to increase the prospects of both.”
He dipped his fork into the soft risotto and brought it to his lips. The sweet yet spicy chives were a welcome surprise.
“I propose such a schema now.” Vi-Poi said. “If you need me to perform a task to show proof of my loyalty as an ally, you need only name it.”
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 21, 2015 3:55:34 GMT
The Cobnut Risotto with Flayed Apples? She couldn't say it was a bad decision, she wouldn't want to lie. Not a half bad choice. Not half good, either. Vi-Poi then commenced to explain how he worked... and luckily for her, she understood all of it! Most of it! Half of it! Around there, honestly. Whatever feats had been earned in his creation, no matter how advanced his engineering was, no matter how absolutely mind-rendingly confusing his programming was, the Arcosian brain is still many, many times more advanced.
"Don't worry, I'm interested. You could probably upgrade our virtual defenses for us with some zeni enticements." Wyntre took a sip of the red wine. Normally she'd order it, but Hel knew she always has that variety. It's wine derived from the sap of the oldest tree on Earth. He then, of course, commenced to talk. His algorithms must really like talking, but don't worry. So do Wyntre's. He mentioned some artifacts; the Dragon Balls. This surprised Wyntre some amount, really. She has heard about the Dragon Balls before, yes. Seven mystical balls that have the power to summon a dragon-genie. It just sounds a lot like complete and utter nonsense; would he actually believe in such a legend? But... but, if it is true... Then they are indeed something she might want to obtain.
"Why would you want such an artifact? You do realize how unlikely their existence is?" Vi-Poi then began to list his reasons as to why he would not betray herself, Holy-Empress Wyntre-sama of Arcose the Benevolence the Third. The entre came in, too, as Hel promptly put a fish on her table with jelly that looked like blood all over it, which itself was served in an upside down turtle shell. Every time she went here, Hel tried to test the Arcosian taste buds and to gross her out as a sort of friendly rivalry... as long as it tasted good, she didn't care what it looked like. She commenced to dig in. Raspberry jelly... alright. Hel then commenced to leave.
"No, I'd have to disagree with you there. Wise? Strongest? Fastest? Fiercest? As you said earlier, inefficiency is horrible. All of these factors could destroy a species or help it, depending on the environment and it's challengers. Simple Darwinian Evolution... Whoever is suited the most to their environment, through adaption, will carry on their genes, not just because of the suitability. There are too many factors... but it doesn't simply count on how wise they are. No, humans are stupid. Sure, they're tolerable, and more intelligent than the Saiyans by a long run, but they are still unintelligent. At their moment, the closest they can come to greatness is to get a machine to do it for them. How's your risotto?"
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 22, 2015 0:58:40 GMT
Vi-Poi sampled the risotto, the sensors on his tongue approximating human tastebuds, but allowing for more complex flavor profiles generated as well as discovery of things like chemical composition, cooking method, and so forth. He never needed to eat, but could, and the food that entered his oral intake tank would be turned into pure energy once it hit his nuclear colliders. A small contribution to his overall system, but every tiny bit helped.
“The risotto is fine.” Vi-Poi said as his analyzers bore down on it. Nothing world-shattering, but a quality dish, certainly something not otherwise found anywhere in Satan City, his cuisine guides informed.
He tasted the wine again, peering over the rim of his fluted glass at the Arcosian. “I would be happy to shore up your electronic bulwarks.” He said, after placing the glass back down upon the table. “I can send you batch files that will make it more-difficult for network attackers to tear down the doors, so to speak.”
“Whether or not the Dragon Balls exist, I seek them. It may prove a wild goose chase, as humans say, but let us say that my knowledge base is ancient, and many things that… I’ve known to be true, are still true today. If we are questioning deductive reasoning – that if something was true in the past, it will continue to be true into the future – then I argue that there is zero reason why an event will be more likely to discontinue rather than continue. Each possibility is equally likely, given no influencing factors.” The blue-haired android said, before bringing the wine back to his lips.
He listened to her speak on biological evolution and natural selection, before responding. “You are correct. Those most able to adapt to change, how fitting.” He says, inclining his head slightly. “The energy landscape of this biosphere is changing, Empress. The news reports say that the Saiya-jin lay to ruin the World Tournament. That sort of unbridled, flagrant use of power is dangerous, and the resultant will be conflict with the Earth. You can be a great stabilizing force, should you wish it. And I wish to help you in this effort.”
He ordered desert as the food on their plates dwindled, passing up a heavier citrus-infused crème brulee for a spicy bread pudding basked in a harsh vanilla sauce. His large blue eyes met hers, and he asked. “My social algorithms are quite ecstatic. They think I’ve earned a true friend. Do we have an agreement? I will make use of your facilities, and in turn, I will lend you my assistance when you request it. I will not be your vassal but your ally.”
As he waited for her response he poured them both another glass of wine, tilting both glasses precisely with the lip of the bottle to give an perfect bedding of oxygen so that the flavors were brought to surface.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 22, 2015 1:40:31 GMT
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 22, 2015 21:10:27 GMT
Vi-Poi greatly enjoyed bread pudding, he decided. Set in a small half-shell of porcelain, an oval of softened bread was bedded upon a soft and warm blanket of cream drench that pooled along the edges of the plate. Imbued with sugar and milk, the slice of bread was powdered lightly with raw cinnamon, and a circlet of sugar crust completely ensconced a small flame of frozen cream in its center.
The aroma was pleasant -- sugar and spice battle with sharp pangs, cloaking the low throttle of richly ribald cream in an unusually poignant aroma.
Biting into the dessert, he found that it was fluffy and creamy at the same time, cool and refreshing yet balanced by a luxurious appeal that the marbled pudding provided. The vanilla sauce was drizzled on top of the slice of bread, and provided a rolling spice to accent and compliment the sugary sweetness of the bread. The sticky cream drench rolled slowly across Vi-Poi’s taste receptors, the powerful note of the vanilla lessened somewhat by the sweetened and saccharine clumps of chilled pudding. Once the sweet crusts are met by the vanilla bean’s inherrent heat, a cacophony of vying flavors are finally overwhelmed by the cream center – a mellow tone that meters out all else.
Her own dish looked very interesting. Anything aflame had a certain appeal. It meant that its contents were changing, in both phase and chemical composition. Would the burn create the right mixture of flavors to satisfy the Arcosian? Chocolate, Vi-Poi had found, had an interesting and dominating gravity in the orbit of people’s favorite foods.
Vi-Poi intently catalogued everything the Empress said about the Dragon Balls, the planet Namek, and their likely place within this hierarchy of information. Much of what she revealed reinforced data points and connections he had established. This was a very good outcome. Facts were consistent, while myths were not.
At the mention of playing Hel, Vi-Poi nodded with a smile. “Chess is an interesting game. Although it is easily won, being a finite probability-phase space, it has a large enough probabilistic tree to allow for interesting expressions to form. I would happily play any challenger. I am also a fan of Go.”
As she agreed to an alliance, his smile turned into a beam, and he bowed his head in thanks. His social algorithms writhed with excitement.
After taking the time to finish dessert, the Empress generously handled the bill with a few words to the Arcosian attendant, and they departed the restaurant. Vi-Poi followed her across the city, towards wherever she might keep her ship. “I would love to visit your ship.” Vi-Poi agreed.
Vi-Poi's main database was creating blank files at the prospects of seeing her ship, intrigued by the offer. They finished dinner, and after the Empress generously handled the bill, they departed the restaurant and began to fly towards the ship.
When they arrived before it, Vi-Poi was nothing short of awed and amazed. This was an Empress’s vessel, there was no doubt. His night vision sensors were able to discern most of the length, those not otherwise obscured by the environment, and his measurement estimate put it at well over a one and a half kilometers in length. Its sleek and contoured hull reminded him vaguely of Wyntre’s own carapace, and its thin spines gave the entire ship a deadly quality.
“This is quite an honor, giving me access to this.” Vi-Poi exclaimed, somewhat dumbfounded. He bowed to Wyntre, folding at the waist. “When my organization comes fully online, you will be counted as our first and most steadfast ally, Empress. You have my word and guarantee.” With that he waited for her lead, careful not to misstep or offend his gracious host.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 24, 2015 6:48:20 GMT
((A tad of godmoding, plus Wyntre never mentioned chess, I did. But meh, I'll go with the flow...))
Wyntre's dessert had come, which was a wonderful little odyssey in itself. Yes, the flaming mousse. Remember when I said it was simply a flaming chocolate mousse? It only appears to be so. It didn't come on fire, no, that would be a safety hazard. They got one better and decided the fine diner could light it on their own. For now, though, it was an unusually soft, unusually light and fluffy chocolate mousse, served in a funny-looking mirror bowl. Normally they'd give a special lighter of some kind to start the display, but Hel knew Wyntre well enough to know that she utilized ki. Putting some ki into her finger, it began to generate heat. With but a touch by her finger, an almost invisible layer of an edible matter set alight, creating a vast, safe, blue flame. This quickly turned into a smaller red one. Well, she thought, scooping up a considerable portion with her spoon, better dig in than out. After the first bite, she immediately went for another. Looking at a larger chunk, she noticed how there were multiple textures and shades of chocolate mousse in there, plus a cherry in the center. Absolutely delicious.
Wyntre then did a thing. She then handed in four times as much zeni as she should have and slapped Hel.
[FIN] ((Let's make another in a different location for the ship :3 PL please))
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