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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 6:22:05 GMT
Komoto had been walking for miles. All he knew for sure was that he had walked all the way to the Frozen North somewhere in a weird looking canyon in the Gizard wasteland.
"Dammit Kouda", Komoto muttered to himself. "Why the hell are you gonna send a guy like me to find allies. You know I'm not a people person you (censored) (censored) (censored) of a (censored)", he thought to himself"
Komoto had traveled far and wide. Either the people are too weak to join, or they seem to untrustworthy. Komoto was just about sick of traveling.
"You know what? (Censor) it! I'm gonna enjoy myself a snack" he thought to himself as he stook his hand within his own body and pulled out a box of flan. "The good thing about controlling your body, your the perfect cooler," he thought to himself.
"Damn Kouda... (Munch)... Thinking a stranger will just walk up to a guy dressed like me. I signed up as a sparring partner for Pah'mazhan, not a recruiter." He thought with annoyance.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 1, 2015 20:51:25 GMT
(Sorry about the wait! Let me post for you now. You'll be meeting Alaistair after his recent acquisition of a swanky lil' hotel after a 'scuffle' with the owner. His power level is also being dropped to 1000, thanks to Ki Suppression.) The demon had found himself travelling out to Fukurou desert, after a recent acquisition of an old styled blazer suit, silk black pants, and a laceless dress shoes, with the addition of a place known as the Cherry Pleasure Loft. His scimitar had been strapped to his back, so it would be within reach should he get into a fight, though it was fairly unlikely out here. His energy was low, once again, on his own volition. If he were to go about with making business, he would do so with charisma and not with power, if business came to. However, today had been a simple walk, out to the Gizard Wastelands, where he begun his training of that saiyan warrior, the name of which he still did not recall nor its result. He was not sure if he had given the 'blessing' to the saiyan, as he had felt as normal as he normally had since coming to this planet... Albeit, some of his old power had returned to him, he was still not up to par with his past, or even a sizeable fraction, for that matter. Regardless of these thoughts, the devil Kaioshin found this walk enjoyable and reminiscent to those he once had, before he became what he was. He did miss those walks and, despite the beautiful environment this planet had, Kaishin was far superior in its beauty, resources, and freedom... But it was ironic. In freedom, they choose to sit and do nothing, watching all others become increasingly chaotic and destroy themselves! As the devil walked, something came across his senses, towards the canyon area in the Gizard Wastelands, as he found out they were called. The energy, though miniscule, was ancient... A bit older than he was, but not far enough. It intrigued him. He lifted up into the air and flew towards it, arms to the sides in fists. Who was this ancient individual... and why had it slightly ticked him off? It felt familiar, like that disastrous monster that haunted the realm since the times far more ancient than Alaistair. However, it felt only like a small figment of that creature... That Majin. His mind and body may have been altered, from hell and that wretched clown, but he knew it well. The memories of his days as a Kaioshin, and the immense pressure that quaked the universe in its wake could never be forgotten, even when he was in hell! Alaistair came to the canyon and, with a deep breath, bellowed out, "Come on Majin wretch! You can not hide from me!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 21:08:25 GMT
Komoto was enjoying himself with his snack when he heard the words "come out majin wretch" echo through the canyon. "Somebody who knows what I am? Interesting", he thought as he walked over to the voice with his food still in hand. He soon found himself in front of a strange being which a scimitar on his back.
"Hello friend. Would you like some flan? The humans are rather annoying but you have to admit they make great food. And please, I'm not hiding, I just don't want to eat in the sun", Komoto yelled while pulling out his last package of it. He then bowed saying, "Oh where are my manners, my name is Azarath M. Zynthos, But you may call me Komoto, Komoto D Nightmare. And you are?"
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 1, 2015 21:53:00 GMT
Alaistair waited minutes for a response, eyeing the location where the Majin creature was hiding. He landed on the ground, putting a hand on the sword's grip, in case something were to happen... These things were resilient, from what he recalled, and very erratic in behavior. The devil Kaioshin watched the man come out, eating flan pudding. The creature was well dressed, wearing a mask to cover its face, though it was askew so that it could eat the flan dish. It introduced itself with an array of names, but resolved to call itself Komoto.
"Alaistair... A once mighty Kaioshin, turned by my beliefs," Alaistair growled, stance showing he would quickly draw his scimitar, King's Wrath, "You know what those are... Don't you Majin?"
The majin had made his way to begin eating another flan pudding, whilst Alaistair's gaze darted at him, examining its appearance. It didn't have much power in its body, from what he could tell but the strangest thing Alaistair noticed was that it had been civilized. Had it absorbed someone so soon that it adopted this form and personality?
"Oh, looky here! I've not seen one of these little things since I was a young widdle boy still wearing diapers," the demonic clown's voice echoed in Alaistair's mind. The Clown appeared, only to Alaistair's mind, by this Komoto Majin, towering over it and looking over the swanky outfit it wore.
"Odd... Have you absorbed someone so soon to take up this taste and personality," Alaistair asked it. He was going to find out answers, to see if what it knew...
(Alright, so you know, Alaistair has hallucinations of a demon clown that he fought back in his time as a Kaioshin that, during his time in Hell, tortured him with its cackles and what not. It has no affect on you what-so-ever. Also, still at 1,000 power level.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 22:07:08 GMT
When the kaioshin introduced himself as Alastair, Komoto simply took off his mask and grinned. Komoto then ripped off his arm, broke it into four pieces, and allowed two of the pieces to be chairs, one a table, and the final an umbrella. He then put a box of flan in front of each chair on the table, and sat on one side. "Please, sit down, enjoy the flan, you shouldn't be in the sun"
Komoto thought long and hard for a second and said,"I'm afraid I really don't know about you. I was banished into a meteor for over a million years by a Namekian when I was a child, so even if I did know, that million years of life in that shell really made me forget a lot of things. As for absorbing... I refuse to absorb anything willy nilly. Absorbing weakling is pathetic, Id rather just kill them, which I do... A lot. But do not fret, I have no intention on fighting on a beautiful day like this."
Komoto could tell in this Alastair's eyes that something is causing Maddness in himself, for nobody knew Maddness better than Komoyo, a being who spent a million years alone with no sight, smell, sound, or someone to converse. It was really one of the three main reasons he did not attack the demon.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 2, 2015 0:41:54 GMT
The majin proceeded to have a seat, making a table, chair, and everything out of his own flesh, after having removed his mask to grin at the devil. He offered Alaistair some of the flan and be out of the sun, but to that, Alaistair replied, "I will stand on my feet in the sun, thank you..."
Alaistair dared not shift his stance or lose track of any pieces that were tossed from the Majin. It then proceeded to explain that it had been locked away, inside a meteor by a 'Namekian,' of all things about a million years in the past. In addition, it inquired that it would dare not absorb a weakling and prefer to kill them outright instead. It also elaborated on the the fact it was choosing not to fight, on a day like this. Oddly enough, the comments were a common ground Alaistair had with the Majin.
The devil straightened his posture, hand still on the handle of the scimitar as he commented, "Hmm... It seems you and I perhaps have some common ground after all that'll allow me to put down the hatred from my past life."
This comment caused his clown 'hallucination' to float over and state, "Oooh ho... Oh my. You're thinking what I think you're thinking, aren't you?"
"Hold your tongue, clown..."
"By the skin of the Grand Kai, you are thinking it! HAH HAH HAH! I've gotten through more than I though I have! Let me just, float on over here and watch this train wreck...!"
The clown floated over to the table, 'grabbing' the flan on the table, ripping it open and scarfing it down while looking between the two. It motioned for the act to continue on so it'd be better to enjoy, despite it not even being there and eating the flan the Majin had put down. Alaistair paced, keeping eyes locked on the Majin as he asked it, "What is your opinion, at this point, about Namekians, then, Majin Komoto? I take it you despise them... Greatly."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 2:43:13 GMT
"I don't hate namekians, but I do want revenge. I'm not going to kill that entire species, but I will kill everyone of his descendants and friends descendant." Komoto said with a slight amount of anger in his voice.
"Am I to assume you despise my race for something someone in my race did?", Komoto said while preping a box of flan for Alastair to enjoy and sliding it to the other side of the table and gesturing for him to try.
"And if I may so ask..... What is it that traumatized you as much as the meteor traumatized me", Komoto said with great curiousity.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 3, 2015 20:50:07 GMT
"I see... So if you were to had a chance to kill his descendents, you would, hmm," Alaistair replied, noting that anger in his voice, "What if I were to give you some key-"
The Majin asked about if someone from his race had caused this anger in the devil Kaioshin. The question was surprising, and yes, angering, but he was more surprised by it. He had learned to control his anger by directing it towards his goals, so he would have a clear mind in his planning. To this, Alaistair replied, not with a answer, but a question, "You ask that as if you are not born of the most ancient of your species... Who is it that created you? Your appearance is similar to that child-like monster of those many days past, yet you... You are different, aren't you?"
"Is this Majin created out of inspiration out that freak? The personality is just... Unbecoming, for something like him," Alaistair thought. The clown looked at him, raising one of its eye brows tremendously with a spoonful of flan in its mouth.
It asked Alaistair, "This obviously a facade! Why are you falling for it so easi"
"Be gone... You're not real," Alaistair thought, glaring at the 'hallucination' with mighty certainty! The hallucination dispelled in a matter reflecting a missing 'frame' in a film. It was there, then it was not. The devil would know it'd return, but it was something to not worry about now.
"My apologies," Alaistair replied, "This is not the manner in which to consult someone. The trauma, you ask, is one that you would not understand, for I was not locked away anywhere. More, my mind was 'freed' to think, to act on my own. That, though, is another story, and you needn't answer the question I asked before, of your creation. Rather, I would prefer to get to the matter of the Namekian's descendents, in this time and age..."
Alaistair released grip of his sword and leaned against the canyon wall, crossing his arms as he did. He asked Komoto, "Tell me, Komoto. Have you seen a Namekian as of late? How would you know if they are each a descendent of that old fool, who locked you away? What does he look like?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 21:02:39 GMT
Komoto thought for a few seconds, and replied, "I do not remember, I left my creators before I reached the age of 9, and spending a million years of isolation made me forget the rest."
Komoto then thought about the Namekian that imprisoned him.... "To me, all namekians look the same. The one thing that helps though was that this Namekian was incredibly adapt at magic, so I plan on killing all magic namekians. My way is brutish, yes, but punishment must be done."
"I'm sorry that I'm not great with my knowledge of the past. I truly am", Komoto said with honest sincerity.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 4, 2015 2:05:31 GMT
"I see. That is, though, better left unknown to you, as you are showing yourself within the reason and ability to talk... So," Alaistair interjected, raising up his left index finger and hand into the air, as he nudged off the wall, "Let us discuss the matter of revenge against the descendents of that who wronged you and how to find them..!"
The situation was presentable to itself to eliminate one major threat: The Earth's Guardian. Convenient enough, when the slug grazed his mind, he felt how strong he was and where he was at! Such is the nature of telepathic invasion: It is a 2 way prong.
"Regardless of how many years it has been, you are someone who has been wronged by another and when I hear of these stories with revenge not exacted... It angers me more so than the wrongs done to me! This is because I am among the few who embody vengeance. Among these few entities, I am the one who plans out how to exact revenge carefully, as well as bless those who seek it with my own personal knowledge and part of my own might. Of these, I am also among those who, having and STILL being a God of Life," Alaistair explained, "I make sure that those who make deals with me understand the situation. Unfortunately, as I am in this mortal body, this power is temporary... But, the knowledge, though, remains forever. However, at this given time, I am incapable of spreading my power, as I am a tad weary from doing so..."
That was a lie. If Alaistair wanted to, he could give this Komoto power if he were willing, but being a Majin, Alaistair had found it troublesome. Their minds were as tricky as some of the more powerful demons and Ogres in HFIL.
"What I can do for you, though, is give you insight to one of the more powerful descendents, who lives on this planet... Provided, you are willing to make a trade for this knowledge?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 7:20:11 GMT
Komoto pondered the strange demon's offer for a few minutes. A location of a namekian was always important to him, but Komoto didnt know if the trade be worth it yet.
"What do you want in exchange my friend?", Komlto said with great curiosity in his voice
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 5, 2015 7:17:56 GMT
"The thing is," Alaistair replied, "You'd be helping me continue my own objectives by committing to your revenge. In addition, you look to be a being who's of the finer tastes, in concerns to human delicacies, correct? I am also a recent proprietor of luxurious loft, dedicated to living in paradise, for all sorts of people. By committing to your revenge, with the information I've provided you, you present trust and further business with myself. Not only do you get to commit to revenge, but you would gain revenue to a place that will satiate your boundless delights. In the age of Space travel and intergalactic trades and treaties, the wonders I will be able to acquire would, almost literally, blow your mind..."
Alaistair paused for a moment, pointing at the flan on Komoto's table, "Imagine what sorts of flan you would come across, by working with me.... Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 15:45:16 GMT
Komoto didn't in the slightest look or sound either amused or fazed.
"So the only way you'd give me knowledge on a common ground enemy is by working for you? Sorry, but, no offense, I'm not interested, for two reasons. My first reason is that I'm part of a secret faction that will reveal itself in a few days called the Red Eclipse. My second reason is because I spent one million years with no freedom and I dont want to repeat that by working for someone. My second reason is why I love the Red Eclipse because everyone's considered an equal and allowed to do what they want", komoto said, slightly tired from speaking so much. He then took a breath before continuing to speak.
"So Alastair, this is what I offer you. The Red Eclipse takes jobs of all kinds, with pay of course thats practically dirt cheap, from trustworthy allies. If you tell me where this namekian is, I'll tell my faction how your added to our list of trustworthy allies, and give you a communication device so you can always contact us for a job. Think of the Red Eclipse as your own for hire assassins, that will soon even kill targets in space if they have too. How does that sound?", Komoto said as he took a spoonful of flan and shoved his sugarry desert and shoved it in his mouth with pleasure.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 6, 2015 5:33:37 GMT
Alaistair scratched his chin, listening to the response Alaistair gave. When Komoto alerted him that he was part of a faction that would later reveal themselves called the Red Eclipse, this rose Alaistair's intrigue. It grew, even more so, when Komoto presented a counter offer to Alaistair, one that would actually work in his favor in the process. To him, he could treat these people as a 'Mercenary' company whom his own, newly established company has agreed to house during their stay and, in secret, they could be provided targets of which Alaistair and his future knights supply them... It was a very good offer. One that Alaistair had to commend Komoto for presenting. "The offer you've made... Is perfect. My question to you, Maj- no. Komoto," Alaistair replied, correcting himself to treat this person on the same level as himself, "My question to you is on the method of contact..." Alaistair paused, putting his index and middle finger to his forehead, sending out a mental wave to Komoto, asking telepathically, "Would this method be appropriate to use? Telepathic messages will make it so we can keep our meetings on kill contracts private, whilst putting on the facade of a friendly atmosphere, should you be in my Loft."(Alaistair is establishing a telepathic network with Komoto right now, with your permission. This will be like establishing a connection via something like 'Skype Contacts.' Once the contact is made, I can contact you for a mission or something. )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 6:29:51 GMT
Komoto put his mask on to completely hide everything but his eyes the second he finished his flan. The reason Komoto put his mask back on is because he couldn't help but smile. The fact that Alastair stopped calling him a majin but by his actual name meant that his tongue was as sharp as it was over a million years ago. Now all that was left was to finish the deal.
"Sorry, no offense, but I already have people in my faction who do something similar. Too many people would give me a headache. What I can offer is a simple communicator, with infinite range thasts solar powered, courtesy of the Red Eclipse's scientist. Its durable, with a 16 hour battery, and every member of the eclipse would be notified instantly. We prefer to keep the telepathy within our own faction", Komoto said with a clear emotionless tone.
"Please understand, this is how the faction works, and how were hired. Just the fact that I give you the communicator means your a customer. This also ensures you won't find out about about any other possible clients and jobs. Customer confidentiality and what not", Komoto said with an honest apologizing tone.
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