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Post by Zucceta on Mar 15, 2015 20:24:05 GMT
Diablo Desert was diabolical and deserted.
The sun beat down harshly upon the orange and golden plain of vast emptiness, a desolation of sand, stone and gravel with no recourse. What mountains there were held no shelter, and there was no road through this place. There were very few springs or oases in this place, and those who came through here were either hardy, desperate or powerful. Were it not for those few springs, marked in loose places on human maps, then few humans would survive the scorching heat. For those of Earthly origin, it should feel as if the air itself was about to ignite, a burning wind sweeping you away to your doom.
This day, a vast cloud of red sand had began to roll across the plains, some miles away from Pipa's ship. Zucceta sits atop the ship, squinting against the light of the sun and smoking a cigarette, watching the sands twist and howl. She could see visions in the sand, much like some men say they see images in flame.
She witnesses some great serpent of super-heated dust uncoil, hissing and spitting at the heart of the world. Was the serpent her? It was great, mighty, and stared at her with cold indifference, fangs bared. She purses her lips, inhaling cigarette smoke.
And then the serpent is torn apart, daggers in the wind, before the vision fades back into the ether.
She shakes her head, before standing up, tossing the butt of her smoke bouncing across the roof of the spacecraft. The storm would miss the ship, by about a mile. Instead, she would fly in the opposite direction. She gathered her chi about her in an instant, and blasts away from the metal roof of the Arcosian-designed star ship. She had to catch up with her training, and on top of that she had a lot to think about.
No matter how far she pushed herself, it seemed there were always those who were steps ahead. When she caught up to where they were, they had gone further still. She was a warrior who had once believed that she was one of the most elite in the universe, part of the higher echelon of Vegetan excellence. After her betrayal, and her tenure on Earth, the more people she met, the more her beliefs were shattered. Some that ought not exist on the same level as her when she first arrived still exceeded her might.
She flies for a few minutes, reaching the opposite end of the desert; dust billows in her trail, in what will hours later become another, greater sand storm to blast any of the poorer inhabitants of Diablo Desert. She reaches a rock formation, one small but extended into the sky, with a modicum of shelter. She lands in the shade, breathing softly.
She was getting sick of Earth. It might be time for her to convince Pipa and the others, including those who were new to their cause, to return to Vegeta. She had business to attend to there. A certain betrayal to avenge, and more. She had come to see her government as weak. The saiyans would be greater under her care. Dilva was smart, perhaps he could advise her on her policy. Yes.
Empress Death. It didn't have a bad ring to it.
Her scouter beeps, and she raises her eyes to the horizon with a sneer. Today's training would start soon. She slips her weights around her wrists and ankles, before exhaling, and beginning to shadow-box the air.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 21:52:28 GMT
Athren's morning had began early before the sun had rose over the brutal and hot desert. It was one of his first ventures with his new mindset. His heavy armour was equipped along with his scouter. The sweat had been dripping down his head as his morning had consisted heavily of shadow boxing and basic workout routines. After he had been content with that kind of a warm up he decided to move onto something more important. He had a list of techniques he wanted to learn or improve on so that's exactly what he was going to do today. He doubted that he could get through them all in a matter of a day but he'd sure try. As long as he didn't get any distractions getting in the way he could probably have gotten through half of them anyway.
With his breathing already heavy and rapid the saiyan picked out his After-Image technique. He was going to improve it to the point where he could leave behind a moving image of himself. Though he knew it'd be limited it'd be a lot more useful than his current version of the technique which was honestly just a stand still. Though it could fool most fighters it was pretty much a one trick pony at this point as it would be difficult to make an opponent fall for sure a simple technique twice.
Considering that this technique had pretty much just been a rapid movement Athren would have to focus all his efforts on being fast enough to leave a moving image behind. The basic version was second nature at this point as this was in fact one of his favourite techniques. Though being basic it was capable of getting the young saiyan out of very deadly situations.
To begin his technique training he figured he'd start at the very beginning which is what he knew. Leaving behind a cross armed after-image Athren blasted himself up into the sky to view his creation. The point of this was to see if he could pick out any flaws he may have made though it was pointless. He had used this technique since he was a child and perfected the basic's of it. The only thing he could do from this point on is make the effort to improve on it. Which wouldn't necessarily be easy though.. it wouldn't necessarily be a hard thing to do either. It would be a matter of rinse and repeat.
From where he was currently flying Athren figured it was best to start his improvement right there to waste little time. Quickly fading from view Athren left behind another after-image. This one had been slightly in motion though it had just been it leaning forward to blast in the direction of which Athren had went. It didn't last more than a second or two. It had been a good sign though that on his first attempt he had already made progress on creating a mobile after-image. Moving on, the young saiyan warrior tried again. He faded from view quickly and went eastbound. Though he didn't go very far at all. He did want to stop and view his after-image once more. He needed to observe and see where he was at though to his very own expectations the creation didn't move very far at all and lasted just about as long as the first attempt.
Attempt number three hadn't been very much different from the first two attempts. Leaving behind another after-image his creation barely moved at all. Yet again it was another failure. This technique would have to be played with quite a bit to get it perfected and Athren assumed that it would take a majority of the morning to pull it off. Though he wished it wouldn't be the case.
As the morning began to fade away and the sun had arched higher and higher into the sky, the young saiyan fighter found himself completely soaked in the sweat that his body continued to produce. Hours had gone by and he continued to work on this technique. Though it seemed as if it had been taking forever the progress was noticeable. At first when he began his after-images were nothing more than a basic standstill. He then progressed to about a second of movement and now after the morning faded away, the young fighter realized that his after-image was now fully mobile and lasted about five to ten seconds. It wasn't perfect but that was more than enough for him at the moment. Of course he'd continue to perfect it by using it but for now he got the footing down for the mobile version of the technique. Though, he wouldn't be finished with it quite yet. He still had a good portion of the day and he wasn't going to quit until it had been mastered. Where it was like second nature just like his standstill edition of this technique.
As another hour or so had gone by, the fighter had continued to repeat the technique over and over again. To the point where it was quite efficient, though something had caught his attention...
With the beep of a scouter and him sensing another nearby his eyebrow rose curiously. This person wasn't no weak earthling, so who the hell could it have been!? They were awfully close too. Maybe this was the challenge he was looking for? Maybe they had a transformation that could potentially match his! Blah, the though made him excited!
Blasting off in the direction of the other, he flew for a short few minutes before his eyes had landed on a woman who appeared to be of saiyan blood. Her armour looked familiar, it seemed to be the same style and colouring as the one that was on the mighty Oozaru he had met recently. What are the chances? It seemed probable that she and the Oozaru were one in the same but Athren wouldn't have known for sure unless she had decided to bring up that incident.
It didn't take him very long to reach her. He let his white boots sink into the warm sand that laid beside her. She would've known that he was on the way due to the fact that she had a scouter on as well. "One hell of a place to train, isn't it?" He commented on the desert as his ocean blue eyes rested on her figure for a moment. Of course he was a young male, looking couldn't hurt anything but it didn't last very long before his eyes would've rose to hers. Assuming that she'd have looked anyway. He knew for a fact she'd understand the comment about the desert. The heat wasn't anything easily coped with and the sun didn't help matters either. With that, he'd let her speak. Assuming that she would.
Heavy Weights: [ON] [SU2] After-Image: Learned.
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Post by Dilva on Mar 15, 2015 22:21:16 GMT
Dilva sighed. He was on his way back to the Desert, which was pretty much his favorite place on the planet, because of how empty it was usually. Key word usually, because, while he sometimes ran into people with relatively low powers, two people with huge ones were shown to be a mile or two ahead of him. Knowing that with his luck he'd end up encountering them anyway, he decided to just get it over with. He hadn't bothered changing into his Saiyan armor, (his tail would give him away anyway) he almost considered calling Orache for back up, but that would just be stupid. He didn't really feel like getting laughed at about that. Dilva hadn't quite reached the powers yet, but stopped in midair.
"Okay, what am I doing? This is crazy, they'll kill me...I got lucky with Koramund and Orache, even with Vi...but who's to say I'll get lucky again...my glasses say they're both Saiyans...members of the rogues?" Dilva muttered to himself, weighing his options. Eventually he let out another sigh and went the rest of the way. Landing at the source of the two powers.
"So you two are those huge power's source...interesting." Dilva mused, looking over the two.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 16, 2015 0:13:14 GMT
The being known as Athren hadn't particularly crossed Zucceta's mind in the days since the incursion with Koramund. Even with control of the Oozaru transformation, the transformation felt rather like a dream state, the body flooded with chemicals, the brain acting with increased aggressor signals. Her one target, after making the choice between Koramund and the others, had been all she had focused on. And though she had saved Naroka's life, it hadn't been on purpose; it'd been a show of her own might, to blast away Koramund's attack and destroy him in the same movement had been like a narcotic needle in the arm for the saiyan warrior, a true exhilaration. And, in a flash of pride, she had spared Koramund. He had claimed to be able to become something greater, and Zucceta wanted the challenge, the one-on-one. So far she had met no beings who could match her current Oozaru state.
Except, she now remembered, the one who set down in front of her. He was a saiyan, whose power was pretty impressive. Well, that wasn't true; it was the greatest she had seen, so far. But he hadn't been an Oozaru against Koramund, and she doubted it was a matter of pride; the biological cretin's power was still far above his humanoid form. No, it might be that, despite his incredible strength, Athren couldn't control his Oozaru form, which was ironic, really, because otherwise he could be a truly great Saiya-jin warrior. As it stood, a weaker-but-mindful Zucceta could deal with a mindless-ape Athren, and it wasn't as if he had another transformation to tap into, after all.
Lady Death barely glances in Athren's direction when he lands by her, continuing to shadow-box the air, left, right, knee, jab. "One hell of a place," she repeats, for the most part ignoring him momentarily. She could feel his eyes on her, in a way not dissimilar to a certain prison guard in her past, whom she had... reduced in a manner befitting his personality and his intended crime. She grits her teeth. "You're a little obvious, saiya-jin." Had his power been significantly less than her own, she would have ended him for even looking at her in that manner, but she was no fool.
Something seemed a little different about his manner, although perhaps it was simply a more relaxing scenario than the one Zucceta had initially met him under. But no. Something had changed in his demeanor. She recalls the moment of weakness, now, when he had been momentarily absent mentally in the fight against Koramund. Naroka had expected his help, the Oozaru Zucceta had felt it, and when it hadn't come he had accepted his fate. When the battle was done, the Namekian had flown away, angrily; and Athren had followed.
"Where's the Namek?" She purs, voice jovial, but filled with a potent, hidden malice.
Another saiyan landed by them. Zucceta glances at him and chuckles. "Dilva, I presume?"
She continues to box the air, in the loud silence of the blazing desert.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 0:34:27 GMT
Athren watched as the female saiyan continued to shadow box, it had been like he wasn't even there. This was certainly a change of pace for most people on this planet would greet one with manners. Though, this woman wasn't a normal resident of the planet. She was in fact a saiyan. To be honest, Athren kind of liked the cold terms she greeted him with. It was a refreshing new twist. Commenting on how obvious he had been on scanning her down, the young saiyan simply arched a brow. He was somewhat shocked that she had called him out on this matter. "Obvious? I wasn't trying not to be. If you were facing me or not, I would've done it, Woman." He was being honest with his words too. He didn't care if she saw it in clear daylight or not. He was in fact a young saiyan male. He couldn't help but look at women.
It had been in that moment where another had landed. He didn't have any saiyan armour on but it was obvious that he was of saiyan blood. The flowing brown tail gave that away. ~Another saiyan? This planet is becoming full of the blood of my race. Interesting. I wonder how many more are on Earth. Maybe on would provide me with a challenge..~ Though Athren highly doubted that there was another capable of his transformation he could always hope. He did want a chance to test it after all. What's the point of having that much power if you didn't need to use it!?
After greeting the newcomer. She had asked a question of the Namek. Answering quickly and firmly, Athren spoke up. "The Namekian's dead. He challenged the might of a saiyan and got himself killed. Foolish." It wasn't a lie but it wasn't exactly the whole truth. Athren could've spoke up about who that saiyan was but it wasn't necessary. Though, it wouldn't be a surprise for the woman to figure it out. She did seem intelligent. Reading between the lines probably wouldn't be difficult for her.
Turning his head to the other male, Athren spoke up. "This planets just full of our kind now, isn't it?"
With that being said, he shut up and let everybody else speak. Of course he could've went on for a while but what good was that?!
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Post by Dilva on Mar 16, 2015 1:42:16 GMT
The woman chuckled at Dilva upon his arrival. Given the fact that she knew his name...
"And you must be Zucceta, right?" Dilva said eyes narrowing behind square frames. All he knew about her was that she had experience.
"I take it Orache told you about me. However, I may as well give a small introduction. I'm Dilva, a scientist. Nothing more to say." Dilva said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Then the other Saiyan began talking about killing a Namekian. If she was Zucceta, that was probably Zasho.
"Zasho, I assume. Yes, the planet has tons of Saiyans. Our group, and at least three others." Dilva sighed, crossing his arms. He didn't care for these two's attitudes, but if he was to work with them he'd have to be at least somewhat civil.
"I don't suppose either of you know the source of that Power Level that was over 1,000,000 a few weeks ago?" Dilva asked, he had been curious for a while, but no-one he had met so far would be anywhere close to reaching that level. And it hadn't been the 19th, so Oozaru wasn't the answer. He couldn't rule out Arcosians, but he hadn't seen a single one her, especially not one with that high of a power.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 16, 2015 19:36:45 GMT
The Lady of Death flashes a glare at Athren, pausing in her warm-up exercise and fixing her charcoal eyes on his blues, hardy and fearless. "You ought to learn respect for a fellow warrior, child. Might be you're mistaking me for one of those human flesh-sacks, but take your eyes from my form." She resumes shadow-boxing, breaking eye contact. "You have to earn that." In Zucceta's experience, it was often the more foolish of saiyan warriors who held women in a different light to men from the get-go, and Athren wasn't proving himself all that great in that aspect. It'd be different in her eyes if he'd considered the same of a weak human, but Zucceta wasn't just some meat, or a trophy to be had by any warrior he thinks himself impressive. She wasn't interested in many men, and the only one who meant something to her had been destroyed.
"Was it the self-same saiyan who failed to jump into action to save his friend?" She murmurs. Punch, punch, punch; her assaults against an invisible opponent thuumed in the empty, sweltering air as she allows her words to sink into the silence. She could still remember the heat of the battle, even in that fever-dream the Oozaru bought on; Koramund's insanity, his cries that Zucceta had 'betrayed him'. How can you betray someone you were never a friend with? She had done the mutant the biggest favor of her life... it wasn't often she spared somebody she had beaten. It was mostly her intrigue; she had wanted to see what Koramund had the potential to become. She wanted to see if she could match it, too.
On Vegeta, nobody knew the story of the curiosity which killed the cat.
"It's a shame. I wanted to end the Namek myself."
She recalled how Athren had clocked off, his trains of thought derailed, after he had narrowly avoided a powerful blast from Koramund that ought to have ended his life. He had floated in the air, shaking with rage. It had almost seemed like he was at the breaking point of some kind of metamorpheses, but it was due to his inaction that Naroka had almost died. Woulda, if Zucceta hadn't wanted to show off with her great attack. It was a moment of weakness in his warrior spirit that Zucceta disrespected. Naroka had accepted his fate, had opened his arms to be consumed by a wave of energy that Athren could have helped prevent. If they were truly allies, at that stage, than that was an unacceptable loss of discipline.
Zucceta turns her attention to Dilva. "Yes, I'm Zucceta. Lady Death to most." She nods to him, then glances to Athren. "What class are you?" Referring to, of course, the hierarchical structure inherent to saiyan society. Zucceta had been born 'low-rank' but had earned her way to the elite status, by both surviving and excelling. It was likely Athren would rank as an elite, given his power, but the power might be newly earnt. Fresh.
"I didn't see any power like that. I don't usually have my scouter on a world-wide setting." She shrugs. "That's a pretty impressive amount of energy, but I shouldn't worry too much. Our group's all closing on that, in our Oozaru forms at least, and I'm working on something that should make the moonlight a non-issue..." She chuckles.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 22:13:46 GMT
His eyes had transferred to the other male saiyan for a brief moment. Zasho? Who the hell was that? It didn't really much matter because the guys assumption was wrong. Of course Athren was going to correct his mistake. "You assume wrong, Names Athren." With his introduction out of the way, it was time to begin answering both of their questions. With his attention returning back to the female he smirked faintly. She had one hell of a raw attitude and he admired that slightly. "Class..? I would've been low class but I was classed as a freak. Blue eyes and a grey tail didn't really sit well with the rest of our race. Apparently a group of saiyan's found the need to exile me from the planet and create a story of how I went AWOL." With that being said, it was time to move on about the comments made by the female about the way he looked at her.
With an arch of a brow the young saiyan watched as she went back to her shadow boxing. "I'm not mistaking you for anybody. I see a warrior female, a tough one at that. It's a rare sight for me so I couldn't help but admire your figure." At this point, his eyes would have long been focused on her face. When she had shown it anyway. It wasn't that he was trying to show her disrespect it was simply his young, male urges getting to him. He couldn't help himself sometimes.
Now, both of them had valid things to say that led to one single topic. The death of the Namekian and the power that the male had either sensed or been alerted of. He figured he'd might as well spill. The hell was the point of hiding such an accomplishment? He was a super saiyan. The first for.. thousands of years? Hell. Who knew?
"The one who killed the Namekian and the power level that .." Athren then looked to Dilva. "you sensed are one in the same. In fact, the namekian brought out a force that hasn't been seen for quite some time. It's quite impressive what a saiyan can do when he's backed into a corner." His eyes then once again returned to Zucc, of course. If she had been paying any attention to him his eyes would attempt to rest on hers.
With a tone of confidence, Athren told her how it was. "And it's a force that would put your Oozaru transformation to shame." With that being said the young saiyan male crossed his arms tightly in front of his chest. It probably wouldn't have been too hard to read between the lines. Especially since Athren was being outright about it. If they wanted more knowledge on the subject the two of them would simply have to ask. He'd show off his form if needed.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 29, 2015 1:13:55 GMT
Zucc, your WC is 1661 and your gains are 3968 PL! Dilva , your WC is 425. Please let me know whether you'd like PL or Zeni. Adding. Zucceta , I can't mess witchya thingmajigur. Gradehameha'ing 3968 your way.
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