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Post by Dilva on Mar 14, 2015 1:10:15 GMT
Dilva stood in one of the Alleyways of West Capitol, cogs turning in his head, considering if even trying this was a good idea. Eventually he made his decision. He took a deep breath, before grabbing his tail. He instantly regretted this course of action. A flurry of swears escaped his lips, as he fell to his knees. As much as he wanted to stop, he had to hold on. If he held on long enough, it stood to reason he'd become desensitized. Dilva grit his teeth, growling. He'd hold on as long as he had to. About five minutes later, it stopped. After a few more tugs on his tail to be sure, Dilva smirked. That was one annoyance down, twenty more to go. Dilva walked out into the street, his tail swishing behind him, and his hands in the pocket. Now then, it was time to find something interesting to do in this place.
((Tail Mastery learned))
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 14, 2015 3:50:52 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
(Thread PL: 505,326 (With Weights: 126,332))
Finding the TechniCo building where Vi-Poi had fought the experiment from Capsule Corpation, Vi-Poi had decided to explore the renovated husk of the twenty-eight floor, where the fighting had been. Tonight, he would be attacking another Fenix Corp. asset. It was good to walk in his memories, before created new ones. Slipping in through an opening in the scaffolding, he was able to traverse the empty space unhindered by the late-night office workers and third shifters. Much of the damage had been repaired already. There was no noticeable ki damage remaining – no scorch marks, no buckled walls. The ceilings and floor were buttressed by steel cabling and raw gridiron, giving the entire space the appearance of some sort of metal forest filled with quiet shadows. Vi-Poi hmphed and stepped out onto the ledge of an open window, his eyes resting on the glow of the city lights below him. Letting the wind whip around him in its gentle rhythm, his systems slowly reached out to examine those teaming masses in all their complicated splendor.
He began to meditate, in only the way that a machine might. Data swam through his synthetic brain in twisting and twining rivulets that disassociated and recompiled, mingling with the intake of information that he captured with his sensors flung below. He tuned up the frequency band on his built-in scouter, and let him feel the myriad different life forms of the Western Capitol fall like raindrops into his primary analytics, his eyelids lowering slowly over his bright blue irises, eclipsing his vision but not the soothing pitter patter of data. He let it all wash over him.
A chirp in his scouter brought him out of the meditation. There was a significant spike, somewhere down there, amongst the teeming millions. He tried to separate it from the rest of the noise, only with some success. The large power was somewhere out to the south side, in the shadier part of town. Vi-Poi’s thoughts went to many different directions. There had been shadowy warfare between the murky Fenix Corp and his regulars, lately. Had they brought forth one of their creations in an attempt to neutralize Vi-Poi? The thought was exciting, in a way. But no, the signal did not seem to be moving towards him. It did not seem to be moving quickly at all, at least not at a flying rate.
Vi-Poi pushed himself off the ledge, and let his heavy and dense body of lithe electronics fall into the glow. He fell headfirst hazy mist that had been rolling low in the grid of streets enveloped him as he plummeted, dampening his dark business suit and pale snyth skin, darkening his azure hair with moisture.
Just before he would have landed and made a rather deep crater in the sidewalk of Computer Avenue, Vi-Poi sent down a pulse of ki and somersaulted, landing smoothly on his feet. A couple walking arm in arm had been nearly right under him, and froze at his sudden appearance from the sky. They began gawking and stammering in shock, but by now Vi-Poi had gotten used to that sort of reaction whenever he did something exceptional. He smiled politely and nodded, before reaching into his pocket and handing the woman a crisp cotton business card. “Greetings, citizens.” He said.
Sunken letters were artfully rendered in a minimalist style:
Administrator Azure Blue Banner Army “We’re ready to free you!”
“Honey, it’s that terrorist group that they were talking about on the news!” She said to her companion in an excited whisper, throwing a protective arm around her date as Vi-Poi passed. The android stepped off the curb and hailed a hover cab, quickly finding service in this busy street.
“Take me south, as far as the old concourse.” Vi-Poi instructed after climbing inside.
“You da boss.” The cabbie said before the old boxy machine hummed and wobbled to life.
The cab ride would give him time to tighten his systems after his meditation, and would also hopefully provide a non-threatening entrance into this powerful being’s life. He didn’t recognize the signature. It was someone he’d never met. Vi-Poi often found that appearing in a non-normal fashion to those who could not sense his presence was unsettling to them.
It would all be simpler if everyone had a scouter. They were highly practical devices. He kept his power unshielded, so as not to appear suspicious or duplicitous. Meeting one of such energies always came with unforeseen effects, and he was constantly attempting better and more efficient ways of doing so.
Before long, the cab reached its destination. Pulling himself out of the cab and paying the driver, he began to cross the dark streets of this slightly seedier side of town before coming to where he sensed the power. His large blue eyes blinked in confusion as he witnessed the source.
It was a tall, rather skinny Saiyan. There was no mistaking the tail swishing back and forth behind him. Vi-Poi cautiously approached. “Hello.” He said in greeting, his sensors recording as much as he could of the subject, his large blue eyes scrolling with data and figures. “Out for a stroll?”
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Post by Dilva on Mar 14, 2015 4:33:34 GMT
Dilva had decided to take the time to have a good look at the city. He walked slowly, taking in all the sights. It was rare no-one was attacking him, or someone with a high power level showed up. Assuming the sword attacked to his belt didn't raise any warnings, this would go smoothly. His glasses weren't reporting any strong power levels. Now that his tail was no longer an issue, a large weight was off his shoulders, he felt like less of a liability. Music playing from shops, and the chatter of people walking by was the background of his stroll. He caught bits and pieces of people's conversations. (That Trisha person did sound like a 'skank') Not that he particularly cared about the ins and outs of the lives of humans. No, for now he'd put up with them, and pretend he didn't kill someone a few days ago. If he was going to kill a human, it should have been that manager at the electronics store. But that was neither here nor there. And then his lovely walk was ruined by some blue haired person, asking if he was out for a stroll. His eyes narrowed.
"No, I was just outside, wandering around hoping a blue haired man would approach me and ask if I was out for a walk. All my dreams are coming true." Dilva said, monotonously. Her looked at the person up and down, before his Glasses beeped, alerting him to this persons huge power. A hand instantly found it's way to the hilt of his sword.
"Alright, who are you, and why is your power level so high? Dilva asked, not trusting anyone with a power that big. If it started to seem dangerous, he'd fly away. However, at the moment he'd wait the situation out.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 14, 2015 18:11:46 GMT
Vi-Poi hmphed at Dilva’s sarcastic response, amused by his sense of humor. Humor was one of those things that his social algorithms were working towards. It was a difficult thing to balance, and he was beginning to find that timing was a key ingredient into any humoristic deliveries. Vi-Poi blinked at this notion of timing, and in a eureka moment focused the sensors in his built-in scouter to update and track at a constant rate, and instructed his Heads Up Display to continuously retrieve trigonometric data based upon the subject’s power source and Vi-Poi’s own location. It allowed for a much more accurate targeting of the subject, producing a Lock On effect. Daiki might notice lines and graphs passing through Vi-Poi’s large blue irises, followed by a flashing white circle in the corner of one eye as the lock was made.
(Lock On Learned)
His Heads UP Display gave a precise measurement of Daiki just as his own rang in numbers.
>(8,729)<
A substantial power, even for the Saiyans. The more he encountered, the more he became alarmed by their vigorous strength. He’d yet to meet one with a lackluster power level. Were all of their species so potent compared to humans, or was it only that space-faring Saiyans were the big fish, too large for the little ponds of their home world?
“You have no need to be alarmed.” Vi-Poi said at Dilva’s tense words and on-his-toes stance. “I’m Virtual Poi – Vi-Poi for short. An artificial construct.” He produced his credentials and handed Dilva the same business card he had delivered the couple.
“My power level is high because my reactor and overall design allows for it, and because I have constantly expanded my limits.” Vi-Poi said, answering his question. “I do not intend to fight. I merely sensed your battle rating and wished to see who it belonged to. You are a Saiyan, I can see that. An intriguing subject to find, wandering the Western Capitol. Do you happen to be allied with the Solar Saiyan Empire? I have met some who are more… mercenary. Also, I have been given hints that your tail is the source of some interesting power. Would you be able to enlighten me?”
The rolling fog began to coalesce into a soft susurrus of rain and Vi-Poi took a tentative step closer. The hissing rain blended with music that whispered from nearby shops and clubs, clashing against the more mundane and grating sounds of grinding traffic. The thrum and hiss of nightlife in the city.
“I intend to do some wet work tonight, so the rain is appropriate.” He remarked lightly, attempting his own form of humor. “Perhaps you’d like to join me and air some of that infamous Saiyan ruthlessness?” He was most intrigued by the scouter, which seemed embedded in the man’s glasses. A custom piece? He’d never seen one like it.
“Did you build that yourself?” He asked, tapping a finger to the side of his temple. “Are you a fellow technology tinkerer? If you wish to come along with me, there may be some interesting pieces of tech, and I am the sharing sort.” He said, attempting his friendliest smile.
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Post by Dilva on Mar 14, 2015 19:49:15 GMT
The blue haired man let out a sound of indifference at Dilva's sarcasm. Dilva raised a brow at the man, ignoring the stares of random people walking by. Dilva didn't take his eyes off this person. He wouldn't be caught off guard, though, it didn't seem like the middle of the city would be a favorable place to fight for this person. He probably wouldn't try anything here. Too many civilian casualties. And then one of The Man's eyes started flashing with lines and graphs, and it suddenly clicked in Dilva's head.
"An Android, huh?" Dilva muttered to himself. The man, apparently named Vi-Poi, claimed he ment no harm, and handed him a business card. A habit Androids seemed to have a lot. He'd put this one with Koramund's when he had a chance. Dilva took his hand away from his sword, but didn't let his guard down. Then the android bombarded him with questions.
"I'm in West Capital because I have nothing better to do. That's all. And if you're interested in High Battle ratings, there are far stronger Saiyans on this planet than I am. I'm not aligned with the empire, and I'm no Mercenary. As for our tails..." Dilva pondered whether or not to tell this person. Oozaru could possibly turn the tide against him later, telling him now would take that advantage. Dilva scoffed at the Android talking about wet work, and rain. Perhaps he should have stolen a hat to go with the outfit he was wearing, but whatever. Then Vi-Poi asked about his glasses.
"Yes, they are custom. Made by yours truly. Ontop of being a scouter, they're hooked up to a computer on Vegeta that identifies most things I see. It also has a voice, but I prefer to leave that off." Dilva rambled.
"Now, it's my turn for some questions. What Saiyans have you met on this planet, what sort of tech are you developing, seriously, I need to know, and what's 'The Blue Banner Army'? Dilva asked.
"My name is Dilva, if you're curious."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 15, 2015 17:43:18 GMT
“Dilva,” Vi-Poi said, nodding graciously. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” He fell in beside the slender Saiyan, Vi-Poi’s damp azure hair coming up to only perhaps the tall man’s shoulder.
“I have met a Saiya-jin nomad named Dilva. He is a curious person, exuberant and unpredictable at the same time. And another named Zucceta, who was more… strident. I’ve also in my organization a Half-Saiyan named Jettasin, and another named Peis, whom I’ve yet to meet. I understand he was something of a space raider.” He said as they moved along the sidewalk. “As far as our tech endeavours go, we’re developing many lines of new technology. Our Science Corps is something of a hydra, with many heads, and many minds, all stretching out in different directions. Our most promising research has been in the realm of genetics and bio-modification.” He said, deciding not to go into too much detail about their successful bio-androids. “But we have an interest in more mundane pursuits as well, including telecommunications and augmented reality devices with symbolic overlays, such as your scouter. Our organization preforms this research because it aligns with our goals – the general advancement of all life, regardless of species or creed.” He tilted his head in thought. “You may have seen us in the network newscasts, portrayed as villainous terrorists, but in actuality, we’re revolutionaries. We do not target civilian populations, only the military. Our immediate goal on Earth is to create stability, true stability. This is impossible given the current military regime, who cannot protect their villages, and who cannot stop members of your species from destroying the World Tournament. A system can become paralyzed by its own successes. Here we have a global regime so used to peace and calm that they’ve forgotten how to fight for it.”
“Perhaps you and I can share each other’s burdens, on this fine evening. Have you ever faced problem people, whose entire existence seems predicated upon the fact of hindering your plans?” Vi-Poi put his hands in his pockets, weaving carefully out of the way of a rushing cyclist who’d hopped the curb to avoid traffic. “There are such people I’m dealing with now. Counter-revolutionaries, capital interests. Stakeholders in the military regime. They control a cabal of vicious corporate mercenaries, and operate a syndicate called the Fenix Corporation. Have you heard of them, by chance? You seem the sort who might have traveled down the dark corridors of secret knowledge.” His blue-eyed gaze peered sidelong at Dilva. “Fenix Corporation holds many secrets long thought impossible among traditional geneticists. They’ve a research compound not far from here.” He offered. “They use the slums as a test subject farm.”
“There will likely be fierce resistance, of course.” He warned, and then added with a smile, “But if you’d rather spend the evening doing something else, I will be happy to attend. I have a window of many hours to deal with this organization, and for now, they are cornered without even realizing it.”
(Feel free to make something go boom, or start any action if you want. Game for just about anything  )
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Post by Dilva on Mar 15, 2015 19:00:19 GMT
"A pleasure? That's...a new one." Dilva mused, usually it was something along the line of 'Fight me'. He was still far from comfortable with this person, but he could appreciate not having a fist forced into his gut. The man approached him, and it was then Dilva was reminded of his height, because Vi-poi was a head shorter than him. For all his shortcomings, he was at least on top with height. Dilva walked with the man, running a hand through his soaked hair, suddenly glad his glasses were waterproof. Not that anything else he wore was. He began considering if he would catch a cold, or worse, pneumonia. Vi-poi began going over Saiyans he met.
"I'd be careful around Daiki. He's easily angered, and thinks he can tell people what to do." Dilva scoffed.
"Ah Zucceta. I know of her from my commander, Orache." Dilva said, slipping hands back into his pocket. The next two people were of no interest whatsoever, and therefore Dilva remained Silent when he came to them. Vi-Poi described Blue Banner's Technological studies as a hydra, but Dilva began paying attention when he brought up Bio Modifics.
"You mean Bio-Androids, don't you? Are you the ones who created Koramund?" Dilva asked, if they were...maybe there was something to be gained from this Android. Vi went on for a few minutes about how the media portrayed them as villains, and terrorists, to which Vi stated they'd defend something called 'The World Tournament'. Dilva didn't really care about any of that.
"Share our burdens...unfortunately no. There's someone I hate more than anyone else, but I don't think he'll interfere with my plans." Dilva sighed, nearly getting run over by an idiot on a bike.
"Fenix Corporation. While I have some...interesting facts on every company back on Vegeta, I don't know anything about them. They sound pretentious." Dilva said, not knowing the meaning of hypocrite at the moment. Dilva considered the pros and cons of going to blow up a test lab. Eventually deciding he had nothing better to do, he nodded.
"Lead the way." Dilva said.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 17, 2015 6:13:48 GMT
Vi-Poi led Dilva down a series of increasingly narrow alleyways until they came to the downtrodden housing where Fenix’s lair sprawled. Laying at the center of a semicircle of slums, It was a low and mean building of faded brick, rusted iron barring the windows, steel doors holding the entryway. It had the vague echo of a school that was converted into a fortress, as there was a blank and yellowed bulletin sign in a dusty yard that yawned for several dozen feet from its façade.
“Don’t let the drubby exterior deceive you. The sharpest minds in the West are ferried in and out of here under the protection of heavily armed convoys, with six-car surveillance and intercepts in tow. They even had a drone at one point, but we were able to use our influence in city hall to ban private unmanned vehicle usage in skyscraper districts. It’s a public safety concern.” Vi-Poi said with a small smile.
Already they were being watched by at least four individuals, two dressed as vagrants lurching in the shadow of the facility, and two more-hidden surveillance officers on the roofs of nearby buildings. “This is a snatch and grab. There is likely to be valuable data there, and who knows what toys we may find?”
“We may also run into an Elemental, so… be prepared for a fight.”
With a great burst of ki, Vi-Poi move much faster than the eye could see. His Afterimage Technique left the illusory ghost of himself behind, and to any normal observer he would still be standing next to Dilva.
Instead, he had quietly appeared behind each of the two rooftop watchers in quick succession, destroying the first with a swift knifehand to his throat, the other by simply crushing his skull with the mighty grip of his steely fingers.
Those dispensed, he blinked away again, and appeared next to the double doors. The two hobos-in disguise had already moved ahead of him, and were peering at the alleyway they’d come from and swearing to each other. They’d seen his ghost fade, and were understandably shocked. One of them was vigorously clicking a black plastic square in his hand.
An alarm. Vi-Poi thought. Well, at least these were the efficient types.
Before he looked back into the shadowy mouth of the alleyway to find if Dilva had moved, the double doors he was near burst open.
A muscled, dark haired man with steely grey eyes walked through the opening. He had the movements of a predator on the prowl, and glared angrily at Vi-Poi. “Think you can just waltz right in here, do ya?” The man asked, cracking his knuckles. “Well…” the man said with a chuckle to himself. “Ya can’t. And I’m the reason why.” The laughter didn’t reach those hard eyes.
His fists spurred towards Vi-Poi in a blurring motion. Vi-Poi leapt back out of the way, slightly curious as to where this was going. Could he be another Elemental? As if to answer his question, a bright beam of flame-licked ki spat from the man’s open palms. Vi-Poi smirked and swatted the fiery lance away, the red beam arcing high into the air like a shooting star.
“Another of the Fenix Corporation's creations? Just how did they synthesize you? Or have you never asked?” He queried in taunting fashion.
The Fire Elemental grunted in wordless response and assumed a martial stance. It seemed there might be no useful information, from this one…
(Feel free to set the man's Battle Rating as you see fit, and don't be shy about using me in your reply material if you want to have me leap out of the way, or something. Thought we could use some killin people and uncoverin' secrets! )
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Post by Reikiko on Mar 29, 2015 20:43:31 GMT
Vipoi has a WC of 2474 and has earned 3956 PL~
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