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Post by Alaistair on Mar 28, 2015 3:58:52 GMT
(My apologies on the delay! Yesterday had been very exhausting, and still kind of feeling it today, but let me get you guys settled in, so we can discuss business... @zucar and itome) The Gizard Wasteland, a place for none to live. Life here has a habit of... 'slipping away,' if one is not careful enough. Those who live here, healthy and lively, are those who've come to understand the potential hidden in the wastes! However, rarely, it is also a bounty for those who do not live here. In Alaistair's case, it had the bounty of securing manpower for his own, 'nefarious' purposes. Escaping the Western Capitol's brief, but dangerous assault, had served to remind Alaistair he was not what he used to be, back in HFIL and that the wrong decisions for securing power will result in the battles ending far too quickly to even enjoy... Out here, he could feel a power that this currently weakened human had clearly fought earlier. He had yet to get this man's name, who seemed to have a bipolar mentality. Going from depression in a fetal position to instantly agreeing and laughing in madness reminded Alaistair a bit of that demon's victims in the Southern Galaxy. Crying about the world and wanting to be snuffed out of existence with no one to recall them, to laughing at their forced smiles and enjoying it in a delusional madness. It was a feeling that attempted to devour his being wholly through invasion of his mind and inserting doubt. In truth, though, it hadn't affected him as much as the demon wanted, but it did twist up the nature of what Alaistair was now: A devil, who sought to enslave the universe for the sake of keeping it alive... The devil felt out the presence and noted that it had been near by. He called out, after ten minutes of flight, to the man behind him with a reassuring tone, "Soon, my friend, you'll obtain the power you wish to have. First, though, I wish to meet who or whatever it was you fought in the capitol. The gift of power and knowledge will soon come to be you-" The Devil Kaioshin paused, vocally and physically, as he felt a new sensation in his mind... It was an all familiar one, from back when he was still learning to being a stingy Kaioshin, under the guidance of his neglectful masters. Someone had been attempting to probe his mind! His power shot up, as he bellowed out with a telepathic message to the one attempting the probe: The Earth's Kami. "Ignorant slug! You dare attempt to invade the mind of a true God?! Begone from my mind!"
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itome
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Post by itome on Mar 28, 2015 16:50:11 GMT
Although Ma was getting a bit impatient, he didn't really say anything. The power he imagined he would have was quite worth it, so he didn't want to ruin it by opening his big mouth. The demon made him feel a bit more at ease, saying that he'd get his power soon. The devil wanted Ma to meet whoever he fought at the capitol..they'd already met the last one, so what was it gonna be next? That one guy...yeah, Ma couldn't bother remembering his name. After all, he defeated him in just a single attack. It wasn't worth remembering.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 9:05:25 GMT
The Saiyan had just finished his training. He had done all sorts of stuff, punching the rocks, doing some squat thrusts, push-ups, you get the idea. So I guess you could call him tired.
Very tired. He had started to rest yet again, on top of a rock, when all of a sudden his scouter picked up a power level. "Wait a minute..."
The power level was human, and for some reason his scouter recognized it. It was the one that knocked him out! "Damn y-"
BEEP BEEP BEEP! "What?" His scouter had detected another one.
Much higher than himself and the human. "This'll be interesting." Zucar dashed to their location.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 30, 2015 1:19:12 GMT
The Devil Kai proceeded to calm his mind, lowering his power from its peak to hide once more. In the process, though, it seemed that his target had noticed him and the human, flying over quickly. The unintentional revealing of his power ironically made his job easier.
"Ah... So you're here finally," Alaistair uttered, turning his amber gaze over to the arrival: A saiyan with their iconic breast plate, black spiky hair, and a red scouter, "Good! I will be able to make this far quicker! First, though, I must introduce myself to the two of you."
He backed away from the human, extending his hands out as he eccentrically called out, "I am the God of Vengeance and Protector of Life, Alaistair! I intend to be the future King of the universe, who will use his power to protect Life no matter the cost... And I want you two to join me as my knights to do just that. Power, knowledge, and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams will become yours, if you agree to be just that. However, I must know your names... And I must see if you are truly able to be my fair knights through combat and wit."
Alaistair drew his scimitar from its scabbard, the blade singing as it slipped through the air. The Devil Kaioshin asked them, "Do you comply to my rules, young ones, or do you wish to know more before we begin?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 21:10:47 GMT
The appearance of his to-be master was very... off-putting... A demon, with a long, large blade. If he was being offered knowledge and power, then Zucar would gladly comply.
"Do you comply to my rules, young one, or do you wish to know more before we begin?" "Know more like what? I'm being offered infinite knowledge of the universe... And most important of all, I'm being offered power... Of course I'll join you." Zucar stood there, arms folded, waiting for a response from the soon-to be king of the universe.
"What do I do first?"
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 31, 2015 21:27:14 GMT
"Know more than you know now, firstly... Here's question number 1: Do you know of what happened in that city south of here? Do you know what has happened to the mightiest powers over there," Alaistair asked, bringing up the scimitar guard to his ear, with both hands on the grip. He charged forward, dropping his strength to meet the saiyan's, on an equal level! A ferocious swing at the neck at a speed the warrior should be familiar with came from the demon.
As the battle begun, the human had proceed to flee elsewhere. Alaistair, though, would leave him be. The man had proceeded to follow him out here without taking care of his injury just so he could obtain power. The fool would die, eventually, if he didn't get taken care of. Alaistair proceeded to tell the man, "That person was a saiyan... A warrior mighty enough to shape the world, if he could think! However, power consumed his mind, leading him to his own death!"
The demon would follow with several slashing strikes at the man's torso! He was going to put the man to his limits, threaten his life so that he could adapt as fast as possible. If he didn't, then Alaistair would teach him to use his mind! He would need to think on how to use his abilities in conjunction with the terrain around him. If a blow would connect that would be fatal, the demon would stop... He had plenty of time to prepare his future. After all... He spent a few hundred thousand years in Hell, planning his escape. What's a few days to him?
(Zucar, so you know, Alaistair is now fighting at 5500 power level. You are on 'equal footing' with Alaistair currently, but you will need to use your wits to fight him. The test begins. So you know it is not a DE thread!)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 14:15:36 GMT
"Know more than you know now, firstly... Here's question number 1: Do you know of what happened in that city south of here? Do you know what has happened to the mightiest powers over there," "No... Why?"
BEEP BEEP BEEP! Something was definitely wrong with his scouter. The power level on the demon had been flickering up and down; and now he had brought it exactly down to Zucar's level!
"What are you?!" All of a sudden, the demon had swung his blade at the neck of the Saiyan. "AH!" Zucar back-stepped away, and saw that the human had fled.
He was weak, anyway. I don't care about him, I need to watch my life right now! "That person was a saiyan... A warrior mighty enough to shape the world, if he could think! However, power consumed his mind, leading him to his own death!"
"Th-the super Saiyan? Yeah, I WAS THERE!" 7 more slashes came from the demon, which Zucar avoided most of them. The 5th and 6th one connected, though, and both were to his right hip.
They dug in two inches deep at his side, causing Zucar to yelp out in pain. "GARGHH! DAMN YOU!" He shot forward, roughly grabbing the head of the demon and bringing down hard to his knee.
He stumbled back, falling down to the ground. Zucar screamed, the pain was excruciatingly... Painful. He clutched his side.
"STOP!"
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 1, 2015 19:52:04 GMT
2 of the strikes connected, both on the right hip. The saiyan would have a difficult time to move, but he shot forward, grabbing Alaistair's head and trying to bring him down to his knee. Alaistair, though, was familiar with this brash tactic! He lunged forward, right shoulder leading forward for a shoulder bash! The blow would connect, the saiyan's attack being countered and falling on the ground.
Alaistair charged forward, bringing the blade to Zucar's neck. The saiyan called out, wishin for Alaistair to stop. It was not needed to be begged for, as Alaistair was teaching this saiyan how to fight smart. He kept the blade at his neck, telling him, "Do you see? This is what happens when you don't fight smart! Though you are a warrior, you are too brash to even fight like the Barbarians of this world's past... Nor the Great Saiyan King of ages past! Now stand!"
The devil hopped backwards, lowering his sword and the tip to the ground. It was a stance of forfeit, known as the Fool's stance. How the saiyan would handle this would be understanding. The devil barked, "Are you done, young'in?!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 22:32:34 GMT
He couldn't take that pain. It was too... "ARRGHH!" The blade was held to his neck, and it stayed there while the demon was talking. "Do you see? This is what happens when you don't fight smart! Though you are a warrior, you are too brash to even fight like the Barbarians of this world's past... Nor the Great Saiyan King of ages past! Now stand!"
Zucar could not take his hands away from his side. "Are you damn serious? I can't move my stomach!" He tried to keep in his tears, keep in the screaming that a boy would've shown. They flooded out of his eyes, and although he did cry, he did not scream.
He was a warrior. A warrior. Zucar pushed himself up from the ground, only to see that the demon was a few feet away from him, holding his blade down. "Agh... I can't fight anymore. Unless you have one of those magic beans, I think." He looked around the wasteland.
"Can we just go now?"
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 4, 2015 2:14:12 GMT
Apparently this saiyan couldn't handle his wound. This caused the devil to groan in disappointment, as he sheathed his sword. He snapped his fingers on his right hand, whilst waving to him as he called out, "Come here saiyan... Let me inspect the wound..."
"I can't believe this boy... How is it that the saiyans have fallen so low," he thought in his mind, "Did something happen within the past fifty thousand years that caused them to be so weak..? I attacked him at his own level of strength, yet he is like this?"
The devil had said the thought out loud, too, to see if he could gain insight on this warrior's pride, "Since when did saiyans become so susceptible to pain... Or is this yourself in particular, saiyan? I've not learned your name yet, but I can think of one to call you now: Low-Class vagabond. Is this appropriate to call you? A low class vagabond, who holds absolutely no potential as a warrior of the Saiyans?!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 20:29:07 GMT
"Come here saiyan... Let me inspect the wound..."
Damn it... How did I fall this quickly? "I can't believe this boy... How is it that the saiyans have fallen so low," "I'll have you know that we still the most powerful race in the universe!"
"Did something happen within the past fifty thousand years that caused them to be so weak..? I attacked him at his own level of strength, yet he is like this?"
Rghh.... "Since when did saiyans become so susceptible to pain... Or is this yourself in particular, saiyan? I've not learned your name yet, but I can think of one to call you now: Low-Class vagabond. Is this appropriate to call you? A low class vagabond, who holds absolutely no potential as a warrior of the Saiyans?!"
"Shut up. I'm an elite warrior. That's what I was dubbed at birth. Now get me healed and we can fight again." Zucar waited for the demon to heal his wound.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 6, 2015 5:55:26 GMT
(Hey Zucar. For future noting, what I put into 'italicized' format is only being said in Alaistair's head and isn't supposed to be heard unless I was directly messaging that to his head.)
Alaistair knelt down and moved Zucar's hand out of the way to inspect the wound. The wound had cut about an inch and a half deep, from what he could tell from the incision. Alaistair stood up and pulled his old, tattered scarf off his neck. The red cloth wasn't very strong, but it would have to do, as Alaistair would not be able to directly heal himself. He would have to let his saiyan blood do it himself. He bundled it into a ball and told him, "Elite or not, you are still a warrior. Use this to bandage yourself up. Then come at me again."
The devil turned away, scratching his chin with his right hand as he thought, "Perhaps I've made the wrong decision with this boy... He made no real effort to dodge and counter my strike. Unrefined, unweathered, and out of his league... It makes me wonder if he even understood how the Solar Saiyan Empire is like now these days..."
"Vagabond," Alaistair called out, "Let me ask you this, since you seem to follow the traditions of the ancient warriors: Do you understand what your people have become? What their role is now, in the cosmic plane? Do you understand your own role, as a warrior, who was dubbed of elite saiyan class? Do you understand that meaning?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 8:53:48 GMT
(Yeah, you said 'this thought out loud, too')
The demon had knelt down to about Zucar's level, and moved his hand out of the way. Kind of painful when he wasn't stopping the blood, but oh well. The sky and rocks around him had gone a bit grey and white, and so did the figure looming above him. The demon now had taken his ripped scarf off of his neck.
Zucar could tell it was weak, but it would have to do. He crunched it into a ball and handed it to the Saiyan. Zucar knew a bit about bandaging himself up from classes at school. He unraveled it, and wrapped it round his waist, focusing on the wound area.
He then tied it up, and pushed himself off the ground, still very painful. "Elite or not, you are still a warrior. Use this to bandage yourself up. Then come at me again."
The demon had started to scratch his chin as though Zucar was a little weakling. "Vagabond," He called out, "Let me ask you this, since you seem to follow the traditions of the ancient warriors: Do you understand what your people have become? What their role is now, in the cosmic plane? Do you understand your own role, as a warrior, who was dubbed of elite saiyan class? Do you understand that meaning?"
"Grr... I don't care if I know or not. I'll prove my worth to you." Zucar shot forward again, this time ducking under the demon's legs and elbowing him from behind. Continuing, he threw many rapid punches at his back, then trying to kick the back of his skull.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 7, 2015 5:16:14 GMT
(Song for this battle: listenonrepeat.com/?v=x8liPdLa0yc#Two_Steps_From_Hell_-_Asimov)The sound of the dust picked up on Alaistair's ears, but he dared not move away. Instead, he turned towards the saiyan, watching him come dangerously close, before raising his power level to his fullest and becoming like a mountain, as he bellowed out, "You are a fool!"The blows would connect, but not a flinch was had from Alaistair, as the strength would not be enough to overcome his own. It would feel as though the saiyan were hitting nothing but a metal pole. Blood trickled from Alaistair's nose, but the devil's gaze would not avert from Zucar. He quickly rose his hand to block the kick, his wrist connecting with the Saiyan's shin. He knelt down a bit, keeping on his feet with knees bent. His right hand would keep open, as he charged his energy into a ball. He growled, "You think simply fighting me in a battle alone will make me consider you worthy?! Ignorant vagabond!"Alaistair would the blast into Zucar, a blast capable of knocking him away, but most certainly not killing him or wounding him heavily. It was a message Alaistair was sending to him. "Look at your people now! They are attempting to organize themselves and become mightier than the warriors of the past! By sticking to the traditions of the past, you restrain yourself from becoming truly mighty! Might comes not just from the muscles in your arms, legs, and torso, but it also comes from the mind. Become mighty in this way and your body will never become limited! Show me your mind's worth against a foe who is mightier than yourself. If you do not, you will be left alive, but broken until the end of your days... If they ever come, under my rule!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 10:31:41 GMT
"You think simply fighting me in a battle alone will make me consider you worthy?! Ignorant vagabond!" Zucar had always been a bit unintelligent at times, but power? Knowledge? He wouldn't leave here without at least gaining some praise. The demon was charging some blast of ki, as well, but Zucar was ready. As the demon fired it right at Zucar, he grabbed it with his right hand.
It burned, oh it burned, but Zucar spun around and threw it onto the floor. He charged again, punching more and more, kicking, punching, ducking under his legs, kicking and punching. "Look at your people now! They are attempting to organize themselves and become mightier than the warriors of the past! By sticking to the traditions of the past, you restrain yourself from becoming truly mighty! Might comes not just from the muscles in your arms, legs, and torso, but it also comes from the mind. Become mighty in this way and your body will never become limited! Show me your mind's worth against a foe who is mightier than yourself. If you do not, you will be left alive, but broken until the end of your days... If they ever come, under my rule!"
Zucar started to charge his Ion Cannon, as he flew up. [Ion Cannon: 33%, 1,650]
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