Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Apr 4, 2015 21:37:23 GMT
The time had finally come. Lady Death's heart beat strongly in her chest, and she had never felt more alive than this day.
All of her comrades were dead and gone, everyone she had ever known who had taken her side. Her mother and father, though they had set her unknowingly on her path to chaos, had loved her enough that, in their last moments, their hearts had been broken when she was sentenced to die on a planet of eldritch terror. They had shortly after been executed. It was only years after she had been 'rescued' from the planet, grinning with feral inanity, that she had come to respect her parents for standing up for their beliefs 'til the end, and so she had taken on their mission for herself those years later, though she had yet to remember or pursue their names. They were too weak for memory.
Then, years later, after she had graduated from the warrior academy, she took her revenge on the man who had intended for her to die all those sixteen years ago, that fat oaf, Kohl. She recalled, with pleasure, as she had dug her nails into his throat like claws and then wrenched as red, red, so much red spilled through her fingers. No-one would try to argue she was a tender teenager.
After she had been released from her imprisonment years early by a man she would come to know as a leader and lover. And, in her own way, she had loved Cherimoya, although her demeanor had always been brusque and callous towards him on both the battlefield and in bed. He was brave, and handsome for a saiya-jin, scarred and beaten no-less. And, for their race, he had been respectful and polite to her; only occasionally cocky. And then he had gone and got himself fucking killed. You can't love those weak enough to die so easily. She had survived, right?
(by the skin of your ass woman you could have slipped away into the otherworld with me so easily that night)
Go away.
There had been the two brothers, too: Cuke and Umber. They had rounded out Apocalypse Incorporated, and where both mischievous and vicious in equal measure. The twins were identical but for a number of scars that Zucceta had learned within the first few days of joining their squadron; she had been alternately teased and beaten for mixing the duo up. The two she could manage when separated, but together, even after she had grown stronger than either, they would always manage to best her, to her chagrin. "It's not fair!" She would scream. "All's fair in love and war," they would coo, tongue firmly in cheek.
But they had died before their pod doors had even swung open. They were weak, and dead. All's fair in love and war, my ass. They were killed by cowards, but that means they, too, were weak.
But they had first made her Lady War, and she had happily taken peace from earth, with a great shimmering blade extending from her wrist.
And, when they were all dead, she took their memory with her, and became a one woman terror, taking the title of her dead lover. She rode an ashen pod, and she who sat in it became Lady Death, destroyer of worlds. She was at the bottom of the spiral.
It was months until she met any comrades. The Earth had been unwelcoming to the monstrous beast that inhabited her saiya-jin form, and its heroes had spat her out on multiple occasions. The one known as Toma, in particular, had embarrassed her, and she had vowed to end his life by her own hand; and, more recently, a man known as Callahan, the half-blood bastard prince of her race who had been left on this planet due to a defect in his transformation. He had proven particularly mighty, but she had risen above her like the tsunami over a village.
But the world had given her comrades, and she had secretly hoped she might one day be able to call them friends. Zasho, a mute noble from her planet who had come to seek her out for a job, though she had never once asked for who. She had a sinking idea about who that might be. Orache, a young saiyan who had come to Earth if not to avenge his father then to better him and defeat the foe who had vanquished him. Pipa, a demonic presence ripped from the heart of a Namekian who desired purity. Then there was Rain, a half-breed who pursued training from her, although she was clueless as to why, or if his intentions truly matched her own.
And, most recently, Athren, the 'legendary super saiyan'.
Zasho had gone missing. That was the high and low of it. If he hadn't somehow died, he had bailed without a word, perhaps pursuing another job at his own leisure. A part of her missed the quiet, brash warrior. But she had no need for men who couldn't stay within a group unit.
Orache had died. That was the only truth; she had been tracking his movements with her scouter, and it had suddenly vanished after multiple surges, after coming into contact with a power much higher than his own. She had hoped he might somehow beat the odds, but he was weak, and now he was dead.
Pipa was still around, though she was coming into less and less contact with the being despite still using the ship as quarters and using the training facilities when she had the time. She wondered if he was planning something else without her.
Rain, she had not seen in months. It was possible he was training to once again attempt to match her, but his absence had been duly noted by the mercenary.
Athren was another matter entirely. She could not, and would not, believe the man was dead. She had first-hand witnessed the golden form he had entered, greater even than the mighty Oozaru of her species. But, then, where was he? He had disappeared after heading for a conflict with Virtual Poi's armies, and had not returned to the ship. But, surely not...
For if the Super Saiyan was dead, then he couldn't be 'Super' at all.
But, for all her 'lone-wolf' styling, Lady Death had always worked best in a unit, or with men behind her in case of an accident. Ever since her unit had been destroyed, she had nothing but a run of bad luck. She had hoped to change that when she had met Zasho, Orache and Pipa, but the trio had all... simply seemed to slip away. Athren, too, had been a hope for dominance, but his worrying disappearance had let that idea fall flat. Zucceta wasn't above manipulating her comrades for her own gain, but she would do her utmost to pull her weight in these situations.
Recent times had called for desperate measures. She could feel the weight of pursual on her shoulders; the Blue Banner Army would have declared her an enemy of their cause by now, she was sure, and Wyntre's team might be looking to end the last true saiyan threat on planet Earth.
So, then, what could she do but put out a call to arms?
It had occurred to her, weeks previous, during intense training to best Akio Callahan, that this planet must have numerous other saiyans like her, or even just warriors with a philosophy of strength and superiority. If she had some of those behind her, she could surely pull her weight.
And thus, Zucceta moves to the city for a day, scouter in hand.
The lone figure hovers about a mile above the city center, a chill spring wind whistling past her body, ruffling her hair and whipping her tail. Early morning sunlight falls in front of her, reflecting off of her Blutz BanTM shades and enabling her to glance around the area without squinting. The human rodents were beginning their every day lives, with a new-founded security in their minds; that the BBA's armies and policies would surely save them from the alien menace.
She wanted to prove them wrong. Without removing her shades, she pulls her scouter from her belt-sack and begins to type.
TO ALL SAIYA-JIN UPON TERRA, AND WARRIORS OF APTITUDE AND PRIDE.
A CLOUD HAS FALLEN ACROSS OUR DYNASTY. WEAK RATS WHO CALL THEMSELVES FIGHTERS HAVE SOILED OUR HONOUR.
WILL YOU STAND FOR THIS?
THE BLUE BANNER ARMY IS SUPPRESSING US. MOCKING US. THEY WANT TO LIMIT YOUR POTENTIAL.
A LEGION OF WEAKLINGS CALLED THE 'PLANET TRADE ORGANISATION' HATES YOU.
WILL YOU STAND FOR THIS?
WILL YOU LET THEM MOCK YOU?
IF YOU HAVE ANY PRIDE, THEN COME TO ME.
WEST CITY CO-ORDINATES.
ONE MILE ABOVE GROUND LEVEL.
THIS IS A WAR CRY.
LADY DEATH
She hesitates for a moment. This message was unclassified; it would be broadcast to every scouter on planet Earth. But, this was a make-or-break moment for her kind; they needed to unify in strength.
She presses 'send', and the message is relayed.
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Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 4, 2015 23:15:30 GMT
Medium Weights On
Snippar Sol had been putting on his Saiyan battle armor that represented a crest long forgotten. His hair was released from that faint fellow ribbon that kept his hair neatly tied into a ponytail. Putting on his Scouter; The young Saiyan obtained the info and proceeded to redirect the sent information to find the location given and meet the sender face to face, but he was apathetic about such actions. However, if this was indeed a chance to obtain another fellowship of power, he would take it and utilize his skills for the one offering such to him. To understand the true depths of Snippar's apathetic nature, one has to take a look at his personal philosophy. Unlike many other Pureblood Saiyan's, he has almost no wish to gain weakness or increase the holdings of the income granted by this planet. The hunger within his stomach that calls for him to feed on stronger members of this caste plays a second fiddle to his overwhelming desire to just relax and avoid the trouble of getting up to gain strength. This conflicting dichotomy of needs and desires should have seen him as one of the many Saiyans who failed to ascend before being devoured by ones own persona. However, his staggering power continued to grow as he gave in to his strength, Snippar Sol was getting stronger by pushing in his bodies limitations and continuing to press forward in order to obtain limitless power. Following the path of least bloodshed, and letting justice guide him. Snippar would serve only to gain and destroy those who got in the way of said ideology of both Zucetta and his persona; Once a kinship would be forged. Despite being considered a lazy, purposeless individual by many, almost all of the past relics in the Rebellion know that there is a reason Snippar is called ''Sol'' Star Warrior. When something particularly dire happens that he simply cannot ignore, or when those of higher rank, expressly demand that he act, Snippar suddenly reveals that he is incredibly capable, and that he is more than willing to obliterate those that stand in his way or oppose the opposer. He will do this as quickly as he can in order to avoid troubling himself and wasting time, since he often considers using his speed more of an annoyance than anything else. If he should be brought to battle, Snippar Sol generally has two modes of thinking. On one hand, he could have been ordered by the leader of this new Empire, in which case he accepts that he has no choice but to use his abilities. When this happens, he often cracks jokes, teases his opponents, or uses his sarcastic wit to entertain himself as he does what he was ordered to do. However, if he is attacked or roused from his rest by anyone other than the employer herself, Snippar Sol reveals a dark part of his personality. He becomes incredibly irritated that someone would bother him and force him to move, and his attacks become kill-focused beyond what most would expect from him. This is what earned him the title of the name ''Sol'' Star Warrior, and it remains the sole reason why no one has dared to cross him in quite a while. Taking flight into the skies, Snippar utilized the HUD functions of the scouter where the message was sent, in doing so he redirected it in order to pick up the location of the sender, although he could no sense power levels. The scouter would prove handy to finding those in desire or need with other scouters being used as communication devices. The young Saiyan had already pledged loyalty to this individual throughout his mindset. Snippar would not allow himself to be a lap dog, but he would carry himself with his own individuality with the scene of justice always his priority for his leader and or master. Once the functions exposed the path of the redirection; Snippar Sol followed suit, doing his best to get their quickly despite being hindered by his medium weights which he still was not use to yet. Reaching the location soon enough his attire was seen. In pure black Saiyan armoring with the crest of nobility over his right breast, a forgotten title he cared nothing of. Snippar was a criminal to the Saiyan empire, quite frankly a traitor to his own and it would be assumed most know about his dealings. His tail remained curled around his waist while he was still in the air, at the destination but lost. Near the surface of the ground a sigh escaped his smooth lips. A cross shaped scar exposed on his cheek during a sense of calm collected speech in a semi loud tone while he spoke to himself. ''I feel as if this gesture of sorts has been some type of trickery. The sentient's in this sector can normally sense Power structures as a whole. From chi or the simplicity of level. Like when Athren turned into the warrior of legend only to be devoured by Reikiko, that abomination of a creature. If Athren can obtain the power to sense and become the warrior of legend I can as well. At the moment I do think I am lost however, well...isn't this unsightly.'' As silence reached its peak, Snippar Sol fell into a crouching position once his feet touched the surface of the ground, in a thinking gesture he yawned while his brown hues turned to gaze at the sun. His tail on the other hand did its own thing, swaying in a relaxing motion, showing no hostility. Normally when Snippar Sol was in this relaxed mindset he was thinking on the past, and allowing his insanity to keep himself self medicated on motivation to obtain his goals on whatever obstacles came under way. |
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Post by Reikiko on Apr 4, 2015 23:35:22 GMT
West Capitol, if there was one thing that could be said about humanity then it was that they were just as stubborn and resilient as weeds. No matter how often you pulled them out, they simply continued to return over and over again. In Reikiko's eyes this was quite an amusing trait to behold, and on this particular day she had planned to visit West Capitol. It had been a while since she been there, but from what she heard the repair efforts in the city had been going remarkably well, in such a way that the city looked almost as if it had recovered entirely from the events during the Blue Banner Army's invasion. The bio-android had just happened to been in the Western Frontiers, on top of the timeless lookout where she had been waiting for Scargot to return. The Namekian had been busy with his meditation, seemingly having gone into the afterlife to obtain some advice, or something along those lines. Nevertheless, Reikiko couldn't help but find herself steadily growing bored, that was until the scouter she had borrowed from the BBA started beeping, and placing it on her ear Reikiko found something intriguing. Reading the message that was being delivered Reikiko couldn't help but tilt her head slightly to the side and muse out loud. "Is this like... a rebellion? A protest action? I'm sure Uncle won't be pleased if a fight erupts above West Capitol." It was not unlikely for tensions to rise when a protest was held, and if it was a protest held by the Saiyan then it was very likely that there would be plenty of violence, and if it wasn't for the fact there was no full moon... it might even had included giant monkeys, and everyone knew she hated giant monkeys. Either way, with those poor little weeds... ahem humans likely being the victim of a protest action, Reikiko thought back about the words Scargot had said recently. He had left it to her to protect this planet while he was gone, and in her current power she would likely have more than enough strength to accomplish that. Nevertheless, she still felt that Scargot wouldn't mind if she played around a little, so perhaps... "Oh! That's a perfect idea~" Snickering playfully Reikiko briefly closed her eyes. She could feel the Shroud of the Fallen v2 slowly stir into motion, her ki coiling around her into the shape of a cocoon before the cocoon shattered, revealing her azure-haired Saiyan form. Of course an azure-haired Saiyan was unheard of, but it was all part of her little scheme. Briefly turning toward the temple Reikiko clapped her hands together in a prayer before humming playfully. "Sorry Uncle, I'm about to go out and play the hero for once, well anti-hero. Maybe I'm the dark knight.... The BADWOMAN, or wait, I don't think that was right. Anyway, I'll be back before dinner." Making a playful wave with her hand Reikiko slowly ascended into the air, allowing her ki to surge around her before she started flying into the direction of the West Capitol. During her flight Reikiko couldn't help but wonder the reasoning behind the decision to have a protest action above the city. Was it because it was an easy to find location, or because it was recovering from a recent conflict. Either way, she knew that a protest action like this would surely draw a lot of attention, perhaps even from powerful individuals. Vipoi would surely try to interfere if things became a threat to the Blue Banner Army. Ninjin and Daiki would likely pop up if any of the citizen were at risk, what means... "I get to play with Vivi, Nin-Nin and Little D. Maybe this is already sounding more fun than the trip to Vegeta had been" She had neared the outskirts of the West Capitol, her eyes cast upon the city before she pulled a pair of 'famous' sunglasses from her pocket and put them on her eyes. She slowly ascended further upwards, the one who had send that message must had been nearby... Bingo! As if on cue she had spotted the black-haired woman, and keeping in mind that Reikiko had only lowered her ki to around half of her true potential it was very likely she would have been noticed also. Still, with a swift rapid-movement the disguised bio-android appeared beside the female Saiyan, raising a hand in a playful salute while spinning around to face her, her eyes only briefly focusing on the lad who had accompanied the woman, making her groan inwardly. "Lady Death I presume? Pleasure to meet ya~ you may call me Lady Devil." Oh great, she was already being witty from the start, but at least it sounded a bit cool right? If this Saiyan had the right to play with a title, then so did she! But before things were about to get crowded she did want to figure out what this woman was up to. "Hmm, a interesting message you send earlier. I presume you're either going to hold a protest action and sway around billboards with words on them like humans would, or are you going to stir a rebellion more akin to a Saiyajin? Still, to hold it in a location like this... How ironic to think the Saiyajin are about to gather on the site where that Supah Saiyajin kicked the bucket. Not to mention it only recently recovered from all that Blue Banner Nonsense... A perfect opportunity to strike before the wound is healed, and here I thought I was the only Saiyajin who was more devilish than Saiyajin in nature." She snickered softly before placing her hands behind her, a sheepish grin on her lips. "Do keep it civilized, there's someone who doesn't like to see those poor little humans down below to be crushed. And if things get too excited that one story might become true... Then again, I bet the Yami no Supah Saiya-jin would love to join in on a little 'festival' like this." Hopefully her warning wouldn't reach deaf ears, the last thing she needed was to have people turn today into a second localized Armageddon. "Wonder how many of your friends will show up..." And for a moment she glanced at the woman's companion, seriously hoping he wouldn't disturb her plan, in the end she wanted to have a little bit of fun also. --- (Rei is disguised as her 'Demon Saiyan' form oi60.tinypic.com/1zf7bz5.jpg)Reikiko's power is roughly around 50% of her max PL, but is currently only here to talk to Zucceta. The signal has been lit, the cry has been made... www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0kyN-iT5Ek |
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Post by rabu on Apr 5, 2015 0:01:21 GMT
Rabu was hanging out at a bar trying to pick up on a nice sexy lady,"Hey sexy you seem hotter than a ki blast to the face" Rabu gets a slap to the face,and get's immediately tossed out of this bar. "Man why is it so hard to pick up on Earth" said Rabu angrily. Maybe some music would make his day more gleeful he pulls out his robot boombox,he got from his friend Pati. Text projected
Now Rabu didn't know what all this meant exactly but he did read "Lady of death" which means this person was a woman,"Wow this is gonna be the easiest pick up ever she gave me her location and everything" thought Rabu.
Rabu then quickly went towards this West City,hoping he'd pick up on some tail.
While on his way to this "Lady of Death" he thought for a split second maybe he could potentially die,if she was called lady of death. Rabu was kinda scared when He had this thought,but the potential reward would be legendary,she had to be the most sexiest lady on the planet surely.
He gets to the location and sees this lady of death,it was Rabu's dream girl,he couldn't miss this Chance to greet her. but he couldn't approach her like any other being lady.
She had to treat like "THE ONE". He approaches her nervous as ever but still confident. "I picked this rose from the most exclusive of gardens and it would be an honor if you can take it." Said Rabu with the most loving voice he can make.
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on Apr 5, 2015 0:18:13 GMT
[Heavy Weights On] Mayze had his back against a tree, nearly drifting off to sleep. Today's training had been a little rough on him, especially with his new heavy weights. He was still getting used to him, but, he knew they weights were definitely worth it. His strength had grown by a lot since he go them. Soon he would be more than powerful enough to fight and beat people such as Toma and Bing. He was about to doze off when his red scouter started to beep, meaning a message had been received. He grumbled under his breath, annoyed that his nap had been interrupted. He yawned, stretched his legs and arms to fully wake himself up, and checked his scouter for message. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the sender of the message. Lady Death. Mayze had never heard much about her. All he knew was that she lead a group of Saiyans that believed their race should not be helping the weaklings of the galaxy, and instead be subjecting them. Honestly, Mayze was in agreement with them. The Saiyan race had become much to soft compared to their earlier years. Apparently, the group was dissatisfied with the Blue Banner Armies' treatment of Saiyans. Again, Mayze was in agreement. Forcing people of his race to where glasses when the full moon came about was just despicable, and utterly racist. Not only that, but people treat many Saiyans with disdain, and he was inclined to think it was because of the recent 'ads' the BBA had been releasing to the public. Mayze made up his mind, and flew off for West City, his aura encasing him as he traveled. A few minutes later, he arrived at the coordinates that the message had said to come to. It was above the city center. About a mile upwards from it. They wouldn't really be seen by the weakling humans from the ground below. He saw three figures, one a woman, presumably the Saiyan that had contacted everyone with a scouter on the planet. The other, a Male Saiyan with strange purple skin. He was trying to give Lady Death a rose, a rather stupid move Mayze thought. The last was another woman, but she was not Lady Death. She had no tail, meaning she wasn't a Saiyan. She was speaking to the Saiyan who had called for the movie. Mayze was unable to really here their conversation, but he didn't mind, it was probably of no importance. He quickly scanned the non Saiyan's power level, eyes widening in surprise when he saw that it was over 1,000,000. He quickly recovered composure and crossed his arms, waiting for the Saiyan warrior to speak. |
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Rain
Rising Soul
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Tag: @rain
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Post by Rain on Apr 5, 2015 6:27:53 GMT
Heavy Weights On
It had all been a pretty nice day for Rain at the start. He'd beaten another monk moving to another elevation in training. With him now having mastered his transformation; most people besides a handful felt like child's play now. If only he had been smart enough and strong enough to have sought and achieved mastery of his transformation earlier. His first experience with it had in fact been against Reikiko; she was going to not only beat him but possibly kill him with her last attack prompting the change. Ever since that day he's dreamed of tasting that power again but he never did until recently.
The Elder monks somehow had a sense for his levels of progression than he did of his own. Though, that may be because Rain has developed some level of an ego besides not being the strongest. After beating the monk and spending a few hours meditating about his flaws and mistakes in battle. He'd have to face all of his weaknesses before he'd ever be ready to deal with them. And for Rain to do that he'd need a quiet mind and a place of solitude. This floating temple was perfect for that as the scenery was always lush and beautiful. He imagined on some level it must a certain kind of monk magic creating such an effect.
Finally, Rain was done training for the day and you know what he had planned to do? There was a new buffet opening up in a nearby town and Rain was determined to see if they stood by their all you can eat motto. And for only 11 zeni was majorly affordable for this half Saiyans sometimes incredible appetite. Rain seemed to be weird when compared to 'normal' Saiyans. While most Saiyans could eat a lot; Rain's appetite could be non-existant for days and suddenly he'll be attacked by not only hunger pangs but a lusting for food. Today was one of those days and Rain made sure his 11 Zeni got their worth.
Burping as he stepped out of the Buffet; Rain began to feel his sensei Zucceta-sama's presence. He wondered why she seemed to be stationary and all alone as Rain was pretty sure she ran a team besides whenever she indulged him in training. The last time had been pretty painful for Rain but that was to be expected when dealing with Lady Death. Rain was about to take off when he felt another aura that put his aura to shame. Rain hesitated for a second falling back to the ground in a rather embarrassing fashion. Who was this person with all this power exuding him them but they didn't feel inherently threatening either.
This and the fact that he had to protect Zucceta if this person was a threat sent Rain bolting off. He felt other presences but with his ki sense only at a basic level it was as if Reikiko eclipsed them all. Of course, his sensei being the strongest stuck out the most and possibly due to familiarity. As Rain flew he fished in his pocket for his BaoPhone 6 and plugged up his headphones as well. If he was going to get serious then he needed to pump himself up with some kicking tunes. With nimble fingers, Rain dialed in 'Little Einsteins Remix' and within seconds Rain was flying in style.
"Zooming throouugh the skies. Rain's a fly guy!" He said with a suddenly happy grin on his face as he began to seriously close the distance between him and the others. It was to his surprise to see so many Saiyan's gathered in place since BBA took over. In fact, if Zucceta wouldn't have called he would have swore that this was a set up by the BBA to capture the remaining Saiyans who hadn't outright left the planet due to the sheer disrespect that was the blutz-bans. If Rain had enough sense or perhaps will to he would actually be offended by BBA's action but Rain could care less about some government lead by a machine.
Anyone stupid enough to listen to a machine was. . .stupid. Besides, machines get viruses and die all the time so why trust one when it could get hacked? Or at least that was Rain's limited know how and opinion on the subject. As he came into view; he'd pulled out his headphones in enough time to see the blond haired Saiyan profess his love for Zucceta. It was kind of weird feeling his initial reaction as a part of Rain instinctive got a little jealous and territorial. But Rain didn't like that feeling as it simply felt too venomous for his inherent nature as a person. So instead he opted for humor by flying next to Zucceta saying.
"So this is what it takes to win your heart Zucceta-sama? A heart felt declaration and a rose? Well looks like I've missed my chance to impress you." He said all the while giving Zucceta and intensely teasing grin before his eyes fell on Reikiko or Lady Devil. Rain decided to give what Rabu tried a try rapidly finding the most beautiful flower around and flying before Lady Devil landing on one knee. "Never have I ever been so taken back by such beauty. Here a mere token of my infatuation but yet even it's beauty pales in comparison to yours." Rain hoped he had gotten the gist down of what Rabu did. Rain had never pursued a woman before so he assumed Rabu was a suave player who knew this 'game' these Earthlings speak of. Rain was determined to learn of this game and become the master of it. He could imagine it now; Rain King of the Kagami/Saiyan Empire and Master of Games.
Rain wasn't joking with Lady Devil either as nothing stirred a Saiyan's spirit like the sight of a strong and powerful woman. Though, admittedly the fact that she could squash him like a bug was rather daunting. But at least that meant their kids would be super strong; speaking of kids he wondered which parent's hair color they'd get?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 18:58:12 GMT
Agarutz flew through the city streets, dodging vehicles and weaving through alleys as he fled the scene of his mother's murder. Tears poured down his face and into the streets below as though Niagara Falls had been relocated to this street. After some time of flying he stopped and touched down in an alleyway. Curling in to a ball he cried against the brick wall of a bank, not that he knew or cared what a bank was. He knew that it was several weeks or maybe even a month past the occurrence, but he returned just to see the place once again and visions of those memories flooded his eyes in the form of his tears. He wiped the moisture from his face with the end of his tail. Not the most ideal of tools, but it would do in the absence of any Kleenex. "Why? WHY? You just had to choose to leave Vegeta at that time. If we had left a day later you'd be okay." He figuratively beat him self up over not being able to help his mother. It devastated his very being to be forced to acknowledge his weakness, and in fact such so that he had been pushed away by the air around the monster. "I trained for all those years... For nothing." He saw the average gangster in the alley doing things he likely should not have been. He needed something to take his anger out on. Once more he wiped his face as his expression grew ever darker. He grit his teeth and declared, "I'm going to kill anything necessary to get strong enough to face that thing. No more holding back, ever."
The gangster soon noticed the boy staring at him and muttering to himself. "Hey! You got a problem? Get out of my alley before I shiv you until you look like a garbage can. That's right, I'm going to carve you in to a can, kid." Agarutz stood up. The mere expression that lied on his short body immediately caused the man to wish to take back everything he just said. The small figured moved ominously toward him.
"This world you live in..." The corner of his mouth curved back and upward slightly in to a malicious smirk. "It's a world of cardboard. Just waiting for me to destroy it all. How about I start with you?" The fingers of his hand began to curl backwards as they formed the shape of his fist which begged to kill something. The gangster started to sweat as the area around him seemed to heat up as the boy advanced. He looked around for a way out. This failed as the alley they were in dead ended just a few more feet back. He put his hands in front of him and backed up until his back touched the wall. "What's the matter human? You were talking all sorts of crap just a few moments ago. What happened? Has my demeanor already forced you to soil yourself? You see I just suffered a heavy loss, and I've chosen you to be the start of my recovery.." The alley reeked of fear. Perhaps the human actually did soil himself. This was interesting. Agarutz knew that he did not have a scouter and lacked the ability to check the power level of this clearly petrified shell of a man.
"No please, I didn't mean nothing bad about what I said. I can tell you're not from around here. One of those Saiyans, right? Well, around here 'carve you to a can' means we respect you and want to have you over for dinner! That's all." Agarutz simply shook his head in response to this nonsensical lie. Without drawing back his fist he struck the human which in turn likely sent him through a building or two, maybe even three. This indubitably would have caused a bit of a ruckus in the general area about a guy flying through some offices. Agarutz turned after seeing what he had done and walked away casually. Next on the list was to find a way to train himself. He felt a lot lighter on this planet for some reason which likely meant that his training would not be as effective.
"Hey, did you hear? Some person is recruiting warriors." Came a voice. Agarutz turned around to see that two men with tails were talking to each other. They were clearly Saiyans. So others of his kind moved to this planet. He figured they came to see sights as he and his mother had. They spoke of recruitment. Perfect! This was the opportunity he was looking for. He by all means was a warrior.
"Yeah, they're meeting a mile above the city. I don't plan on going. I have things to take care of here." The other one argued. He might have been covering up his true intentions, but no one knew that. This guy was actually seemed afraid of whatever it was calling forth warriors from the planet Earth. That is all the Saiyan teen needed to know, and at once he took to the skies. He flew higher and higher. Eventually he found a gathering of six people. It appeared that they were all there for the same reason. There was one question that taunted him.
"Which one of you is looking for warriors? You've found one." His low-pitched voice rang across the sky. If only he was a bit taller. It would fit then, but alas that was not to be. Now he retained a darkened expression. It matched his mood quite accurately, and it would not bode well for others to mock or make fun of him right now. There are times when he might be in the mood for it. However, right now he kept himself composed in a very serious manner. He realized his tail flowed freely right now. How awkward.. He thought. Somewhat embarrassed, he coiled it elegantly around his waist.
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Post by Ryuko on Apr 5, 2015 23:43:17 GMT
Ryuko ears twitches as they caught loud knocking on the front door: “Isn’t this my day off..? Why is someone at my door…I swear to god, if it’s someone asking me to hang out or the captain telling me about some random ass camp, I’m going to murder a dog..”, however he found himself with on unexpected guest, a pale elite class saiyan from the military; his main concern would be how exactly they found where he was staying, “Should I ask?”, he questions while leaning alongside the wall with his arms crossed. Could this be an additional assignment or may possibly be the saiyans checking up on him.
“Heh, it’s not a mission, just a note since I know you don’t use scouters.”
The saiyan elite take his own time to remove the scouter and hands it over to Ryuko, allowing him to equip the item on his so he could read/Listen to the message that was broadcast out to the scouters.
“I’ve heard enough, thanks for the info.”. He replies with an simple nod; He gently remove and return his scouter then allows him to take flight unharmed, “Be careful.”, leaving him with those words.
Sighs.
Ryuko figures this might lead up to something but he didn’t know what it could be. It also not safe from him to travel there even if it seems like a normal saiyan meet: glancing down on his enfolded tail, the lad wanted anything such as him transforming into the giant ape happening to him generally for the reason that he lacks control in that state.
“Too many saiyans at one location isn’t a good sign at all but I might as well go and keep an eye out..”
Finally deciding what his actions will be; it was time to gamble and see path this meeting takes but just in case, he wanted to attire himself another way: wearing a tight full black jump suit with signature his hat and open jacket like coat, he strides through the door with his confidence high, leaving the house while shouting, “I’ll be back home soon, pray for my safety!”.
He soars through the heavens deliberately on his way to the city; the lad closes his eyes for a moment to think of the entire potential results or even the meaning behind this message. It could have been to reconstruct the military, it could also be to terminate the city or planet, or even just to lecture the saiyans and giving them an option.
“Still have a bad feeling about this…”
Arriving to his destination; he took his time to walk around the city with his tail hidden away securely. Ryuko pursuits for a group of saiyans or figure that looks like saiyans—mainly where you could have a gathering or people standing around: it wasn’t too long until he had found the assembly nevertheless he had no intentions to approach them as yet.
This little plan he had was rather simple, scout them out, listen to what they had planned before taking any actions type if actions.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 16:06:13 GMT
((Thread #5 in Zerori's timeline. PL: 2,687. Heavy weights on))
After her fated encounter with BREU and the relaxing time healing in the spring she found (with his help), her mission was to now return to West City after well over a week to two weeks of exploration. Not one person could say she wasn't talented at finding what she needed to. She needed shelter? She found shelter. She wanted money?
Looking down at the scouter she requisitioned, she finished in her mind, I take money. However, upon returning to the once great city that was her first destination, she found that most of the city was in amazing shape! The organization in particular that she'd researched, 'Blue Banner Army' Reikiko informed her of, apparently aided in the security and reconstruction of the metropolis. However, they still seemed to be struggling to keep everything in good order. The soldiers she saw were tense, but all she could visually see was the many faces looking into the sky above.
Curious, she looked up as well from her spot in the cafe. A delegate making city wide announcements had knocked into her accidently when she was on her way to what this planet called a 'Museum'. Upon noticing her armor - which she really hated parting with unless she had a place to call home - and tail, he demanded she wear blutz bans!
Her response was quick, "-what the hell are those?" Her tone belied her irritation. The delegate didn't miss a chance to preach about the newest law created by the BBA and before he was done, she had a pair in her hands.
Without even a chance to explain that the moon had no effect on her, the official left with the final decree that if she took them off, she'd be dealt with accordingly.
Said glasses glinted off the sun, keeping the rays from hurting her eyes as she stared up at seemingly nothing. Just then, a message came in on her scouter and she opened it with a press of a button . Upon reading it, her curious expression deadpanned drastically in disgust. One mile... in the air?! Obviously this Lady Death wanted only those who could control energy in her little army. Her message hardly interested her; Zerori prefered to look out for herself and protect Number One, but she couldn't deny that she'd been pulled along in one benevolent deed after the other.
However, that would not stop her from gathering information. The only question was 'How' she was going to get up there. Giving a cursory glace about, her aim was to find anything that could fly. For a few moments, she didn't notice the flying cars that zoomed back and forth in front of her before she blinked and looked at them like they had just appeared. Standing up, she started to move from the cafe when the waiter returned with a sundae she didn't order.
"Erm," She said cautiously, "-A special?" She asked and the young waiter nodded to a large dog -like man that waved at her giddily.
"A gift from that gentleman."
Shuddering at the connotation, she gave a brisk wave before walking off with the treat. She had to rent something real quick...
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A good 20 minutes later, she looked up (and remained looking up) as she rose gradually above the city. Below her as she ate her sundae, she'd hired a driver to gently raise the vehicle to a mile in the air to meet these fighters for her own reasons. When they came into view and she was sure they noticed her, she waved with a spoon in hand.
"Hey there ," She greeted, seeing Reikiko and Snippar once more and smirking, "I seem to run into you guys a lot. And I told you," She pointed at Rei, but not saying her name, "-I'm pretty damn good at tracking."
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Post by Zucceta on Apr 7, 2015 21:51:30 GMT
(Just a note for Snippar et al; we're not on the ground. We're a mile in the air. I'm not sure my voice can carry that far.) The lone figure hangs silently above the great concrete monolith beneath her that was called Western City. She stares down at it, imagining the millions of insignificant lives, scurrying around in metal insects. Her fingers open and close into fists, twitching, curling. It'd be so easy to release hell on this city, only a week after it had been so 'liberated' by the Blue Bannersmen.
Her scouter blips, and she twists around. There was a notable power close to her location... but she couldn't see it for the life of her. Figures. She shakes her head, folding her arms. If the person was looking for her, or hiding, they would reveal themselves in time. No matter. She scratches her chin.
Her scouter blips again, and she twists around; another 'saiyan' had shown her face. Zucceta's eyes instantly fall on the being's hair, ignoring her speech; azure? "What sort of saiya-jin has blue hair... 'Devil'?" Lady Death purs, voice taut with tension. Still, her scouter told her that the being had a power level far greater than her own, above even her power in the Oozaru transformation, and her newly-found sensing abilities confirmed this. She growls, crossing her arms, before offering up a smile. If she was being mocked, then so be it; vengeance for that could come later.
Her eyes widen slightly at 'Lady Devil's next sentence, though they were hidden under her Blutz Bans; she knew of Athren's fate? Of course, then; he was dead. She had presumed as much; but the confirmation was still a shock. Still, she hides her amusement. "If the fool is dead then he was no true super saiya-jin in the first place." She ignores the rest of the Devil saiya-jin's statement; her own purpose here was clear enough. She was not here to protest peacefully, but nor did she intend to attack the city this very day. If people flocked to her, they would need to train.
The next fool to arrive would be a royal thorn in Zucceta's side.
Zucceta stares at Rabu with the deepest frown her face could muster. Her shades would glare silently into his eyes for a long moment, before her lips would slowly part; "Why the fuck are you offering me a flower?" Her fingers unfurl; it'd only take a moment to generate her Razor and swipe out his throat. But alas; she would allow for a mere moment more of self restraint. She takes a deep breath, shakes her head, and turns away from the immature blonde saiya-jin.
Another came, approaching from the side. This one simply folded his arms and waited, looking at the group expectantly. Zucceta couldn't help but be reminded of Zasho, who had been a man of few words, and more action. But there was time in the world for both.
And then Rain flew by her. She had been too busy being angry at this 'Rabu' fellow to notice the blip of his power level approaching, but he had improved dramatically once again since their last session. She noticed that he was not wearing a scouter; she wondered why or how he had come, then, but the timing was perfect. If he still wanted to be her 'student', he would join her group.
Still, when Rain offers up a half-humourous, half-jealous assessment of Zucceta's indignation she can't help but groan. When he retrieved a flower to give to the weirdly powerful 'saiya-jin' girl, she slams her right hand into her own forehead. "This was the worst idea I've ever had."
Another warrior had appeared; this one at least seemed semi-competent. "That would be me," she offers to Agarutz, feeling slightly drained emotionally. Half of the people who had presented themselves to her she now wanted to murder instantly. But no. She needed their assistance.
She glances at the final woman to arrive, and pinches the bridge of her nose. This one couldn't even fly. She seemed to recognise Reikiko.
She takes a deep breath, and glances around at the group of misfits. It was, unfortunately, about as good as she had expected; some were powerful but annoying, others were weak but promising, and the rest were both weak and annoying. She scratches her chin in the silence.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself to you all. My name... is Zucceta. My government gave me the title of Lady Death." She glances to 'Lady Devil', eyes narrowing behind her Blutz Bans.
"I am the last of a group dedicated promoting to the tried-and-true saiyan way, and beyond that, the warrior's way. The way of strength, and dominance. A way that does not offer an open hand to the frail, but a fist." She pauses, looking around the group of warriors floating a mile above the city.
"This world is full of so-called 'fighters' who intend to stop our way of life. The Blue Banner Army, in their great wisdom, want to suppress you, enslave you. Those with a knowledge of history knows what happens to OUR kind when under the thumb of a tyrant. Remember the Tsufuru-jin? The Tuffles, those great scientists, who kept us under their thumb until a great king met the challenge and bested them? And there are more.
"I will NOT STAND for our kind to be suppressed, be it saiyans, or any warrior with a love of battle and the ideal of strength. The Blue Banner Army are allies with the Arcosian Empire, the 'Planet Trade' dynasty, and it's leader Wyntre despises each and every individual with a modicum of saiyan blood in them."
She looks around the group, looking at each warrior's eyes. "Without guidance and comradery, each and every one of you would fall, to be enslaved or killed."
A pause.
"I offer you a third choice."
A longer pause.
"We utilise our way, strengthen, and destroy those who would oppress us, and burn these cities," she motions beneath her, "to the ground, to dust, to rubble. And, I'm not just wearing these for fashion." She taps the front of her shades.
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 9, 2015 19:41:58 GMT
Medium Weights On
Rising from the area he heard Zucetta's words from afar, during the initial rise to the area. A sigh escaped his lips while his brown hue's were entrapped over both Lady Death, and the circus clown of a creature, claiming to be an evil Saiyan. Words escaped Snippar Sol's mouth in a non too amused tone, theatrics were in play, and he did not approve of such actions. ''This is very ironic, coming from a being who does not even have remnants of a tail exposing her lineage. Let alone claiming to be quite Super, with borrowed power not even rightfully earned. On top of that one calls herself evil, blasphemy! Are you evil, then, or are you simply stronger and more awake than others? Who gives more shape to sentient history; The good, who adhere to the tried and true, or those who seek to rouse beings from their stupor and lead them to glory? A storm you are, but again you lack traits any Saiyan-jin would have. Our blood, our culture, our dignity, resolve, even pride. You being here mocks that foundation. A saiyan's individuality cannot be mass produced like some android mess, we never forget where we come from, which is what sparks us as warriors regardless of affiliations, persona, and skill.'' Snippar Sol's words were still serene with humbleness, while he spoke to the supposedly evil entity as he rose from the ground up. Gazing at the rest of the Saiyans before turning his glare to the one categorized as Lady Death, he soon spoke to her as well. Unlike the rest he refused to snuggle up and kiss her rear behind, or attempt to coddle her. If she was this proclaimed warrior as she stated, she would have simple questions that could be answered, with relative ease. Folding his arms, he gazed at her immaculate structure; Snippar Sol knew how to spot a warrior when he saw one. Those brown hues he bore, had potential and hungered for more strength. Getting straight to the point, he desired to be bluntly honest. ''I did not come here for some organized rebellion, or civil war between organizations. I came here for one Sole purpose, and that is to get stronger. I could give a damn about this brothers in arm crap! Those on Vegeta have the audacity to sprout the same thing, right before you get a knife in your back. If you desire to utilize my trades in your personal goals, you will get straight to the point just as I am doing. What will I get out of this if I do decide to help quell you, by following your ambition? Will you help me get stronger by training me? Will you give me power to obtain my goals, in exchange for helping yours? What can you offer me in return? I'm not about to sign a contract if I get no gains that speak to my interest at all. I am a wanderer for a reason, and I've been betrayed by my own Saiyan people. Even if you do give me my warranted desires. What makes you think I can trust you? How do I know you wont pull what those louts did on Vegeta?'' Snippar Sol's words were blunt honesty from the moment he stepped forward, he should not be condemned due to how he felt, or the trials he endured to appease the masses in his elder life. He felt like most of anyone who has been betrayed, damaged, hurt, and full of hatred. If anything, he wanted to claim power, he wanted to not be weak. True strength is what he wanted; To break that omnipotent legend and become a Super Saiyan. His hands closed, fingers digging into his palms, while blood seeped out, dripping from those hands who bore resentment in trusting another Saiyan leader. Snippar did not want to ever see that happen again. His comrades falling one by one, for cause they took faith in, for a cause they believed was right. Snippar Sol was normally a tactical player, with the resolve to match those of great japanese generals that specialized in the art of war. A sigh escaped his lips whilst he attempted to calm himself down, his abrupt personification through words, perhaps upset her and those around her that lined up to join a revolution such as this. So once again speaking; This time the tone was more relaxed, humble, and well postured on the borderline of rationality. ''I apologize for my outburst, I just grow irritated on how Saiyan's are treated. If I do serve under you, I will not toss away my ideals of least amount of bloodshed. I will still act accordingly in justice, and if joining you allows this one to retain such, while getting stronger. I will act as your sword for the beneficial reasoning of acting as the judge & jury towards those who think they can stop us. I will get stronger, I will rise, in thus I will claim that power as the Super Saiyan of legend.'' The young Saiyan's words were still relaxed, but he was quite serious in breaking the legend just as Daiki, had mentioned. |
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Post by Reikiko on Apr 10, 2015 10:23:27 GMT
Of course Lady Death would have been able to see through her ruse with ease, in the end the bio-android had made her disguise not with the intention of true deception, but more or less as comic relief. Perhaps it was for that reason that when Zucceta asked the question surrounding the color of her hair the disguised bio-android chuckled playfully. It was a question she had expected, and she had prepared the perfect response to it, a statement that alongside the cheerfully and peppy tone had made it evident that she was speaking in jest.
"When a devil and a Saiyajin end up wrestling a bit too intensely you never know what will pop nine months later."
Nevertheless, it seemed that the comic relief would have continued for a little longer, when a familiar face revealed itself before her. It was Rain, the young man who she had once met within the Bamboo forest. While Reikiko had assumed he had been a Saiyan like most that had gathered, it seemed that the man had done something quite unusual for one belonging to such a warrior race. She paused for a moment as she received the flower that Rain had somehow scavenged from the surrounding area, and after a moment her lips curved into a grin before it finally turned from a giggle into a fair laughter.
"I'm sorry my dear, but I have to admit I swing the other way. A deathly woman like Lady Date--- I mean Death stirs me much more strongly than any man might had possibly done."
While she was momentarily distracted by Zerori's arrival, the moment a certain Saiyan opened his mouth to address her, things went down sour... faster than one could blink. It seemed that a grudge had been born, and the spiteful male had decided to say his piece, once more in the same eloquent manner that had pissed her off during their first encounter. If there was one thing she hated more than a Saiyan who didn't know his place, then it was a eloquent Saiyan who didn't know his place at all. She sighed loudly, almost dramatically so before she decided to retaliate, at least verbally.
"You seem to be surrounding yourself in misconceptions and lies in an attempt to cope up with your weakness vagabond. First, let me enlighten you with the knowledge those ascending to the state known as a Supah Saiyajin no longer need their tail. In fact, the only reason one might desire to keep their tail would be merely because of its importance to them personally, a symbol of their heritage, but nonetheless irrelevant to their prowess as a warrior."
She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing into a glare at the Saiyan before her. To think she had initially come here with the intention of merely talking to someone interesting... it seemed it was time for her to give the ignorant a history lesson. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she considered how to continue, a moment later her voice turning harsher and colder in tone.
"You seem to believe that this gathering is some Saiyajin parade, and yet the one who hosted this meeting desired warriors, not some childish fool who tries to hide his fragility behind fancy words. Saiyajin aren't the only warriors in existence, nor seem you to have the ability to state facts clearly..."
She paused for a moment, allowing her ki to flare up, but instead of the famous transformation she had intended to mimic the woman had allowed the energy to consume her disguise, a flash of light soon revealing her true form. Her tail swished firmly, while she folded up her arms beneath her chest.
"Say Lady Death, due to being a warrior yourself, doesn't the Saiyajin follow the idea of 'To the winner goes the spoils.' As a race of conquerors those spoils can be anything. The fate of the fallen, their wealth or even... their power."
With a soft sigh she allowed her energy to finally reach its normal peak, the aura finally subduing as it became stabilized. It was time for her to reveal what happened that day. That day she fought the first Super Saiyan that was found in recent history, and had bested him on the battlefield.
"You speak about a power not rightly mine, and yet those words of you show that you're even less of a Saiyajin than I would have been. During the siege of West Capitol it was I who slain the Supah Saiyajin known as Athren. The arrogant fool believed that his power was superior to that of all others, and I proven him wrong. When he fell to the attack that had devastated most of this city, an attack so destructive that I am the only one possessing it among the living... it was my right to claim the spoils. I claimed his essence as a Saiyajin to ascend beyond the level of a Supah Saiyajin."
Her eyes shifted from Snippar toward Zucceta and after a moment she shrugged her shoulders lightly. The boy wanted to dip his finger into the pie known as the power and influence the stronger possessed, and yet was foolish enough to provoke the strongest one among them. Truly the embodiment of fool, perhaps he might had ascended to the title of Saiyajin Kami no Baka.
"Nevertheless, I came here to talk to a warrior, not a child so I will turn my attention toward the one I sought. Lady 'Death', why turn your wrath onto the weeds that fill the streets below? If you wanted to strike a blow against those that caused this oppression you should have gone for different targets."
She turned her gaze directly onto the eyes of the female warrior before her. She was genuinely curious to figure out what the woman would say when she would heard the words Reikiko had been planning to say. While she was indirectly attempting the Saiyan from causing the destruction of this city... again, it was also for a different reason she was about to say those words.
"Where is your pride as a Saiyajin, your lust for worthy foes and a battle so exhilarating that it lingers through your body like ecstasy for days to come? If you were to truly wish to destroy the ones that caused this gathering to happen... You would have aimed for the leader of the Blue Banner Army, or this 'Wyntre'. Nevertheless, the way you are currently you'd never be able to challenge Vipoi, not even if all of the little ones around you gathered to reinforce you."
Her lips had curved up into a smirk, feeling the Saiyan's essence within her stirred. Perhaps it was due to Snippar's foolish notion to try to upset her, but the bio-android had heard enough about this parade.
"You seek warriors, I seek excitement. And unfortunately your idea of crushing the weak like those in the city below... is almost as boring as the ideas of the ones oppressing you. Nevertheless, if you were to make things more interesting by aiming for those worthy to be considered enemies I shall lend my hand, indirectly. I long to see Vipoi's true power against one who would become equal to his power, but for that to happen a true Supah Saiyajin would have to be born, and judging from this little crowd the only one having even a slight chance of obtaining that potential is you. Still, if you were to continue this ridiculous idea of childish bullying by crushing those weak earthlings..."
She paused her words for a moment, her eyes darkening a little while her smile faded into a look of seriousness.
"I will show you the same scenario from the Earthlings their perspective... by ensuring none who join your call of arms will leave this place alive."
For a moment she paused, before her lips curved back into a grin.
"By the way, you may call me 'Chimera'. I might be neither a devil or a 'Lady Death', but I can deliver death all the same."
As if finishing her words with a little pun she waited...
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Post by rabu on Apr 10, 2015 22:24:23 GMT
With Rabu's heart crushed,depressed and shattered,he'd had nothing else to do with his life. The one,not just one person,but Rabu's one rejected him and even at that didn't even seem interested. "Well at least she didn't slap me" thought Rabu,this is were Rabu got the best idea of his life. Every woman,every girl,every lady would run away from or slap Rabu when he would try and pick up,Zucceta didn't. This had to mean Zucceta really loved Rabu,she was just to embarrassed to take action in front of everyone.
Rabu got on one knee and went to Zucceta and held her hand,"Your words inspire me like no other,your stronger than any person,me and you were meant to be. Alas I know you're trying and hard at work and have no time for love,but I'm a one man wolf pack." said Rabu as a single tear fell from his eye.
He sensed the power of this strong woman,she was strong and could easily kill Rabu but his love was stronger than her power. He knew they were meant to be but not at this moment,he had to wait and wait he will. "Bye Lady of Sexiness,I'll stay strong for you,and one day,you will take my rose!" said Rabu
As he flew away from all the other sayians,Rabu was still wondering what they were talking about what's a BBA. Was Zucceta good,or was she awfully evil,either way she was hot and Rabu wanted her more than anything.
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Post by Mayze on Apr 12, 2015 3:23:52 GMT
Mayze frowned, not believing what the others were saying about the Super Saiyan. The Super Saiyan is a legend. A legend that can’t be killed. It was unthinkable that someone from another race, could kill a warrior so powerful. It had to be a lie. But then, Mayze hadn’t sensed an uberly powerful energy since he had arrived on Earth. Perhaps they were right?
He sighed, pushing those thoughts away as he heard the Saiyan warrior, Snippar Sol, speak. He had heard of him. Despite his years out of civilization on Vegeta, it was till nearly impossible to hear about him. He didn’t know too much, just a bit. Apparently he had been apart of some rebellion on Vegeta.
He listened to Snippar speak, agreeing with some of his points, and disagreeing with others. Mayze did want to change the Saiyan Empire, but he was mainly here for training. To be trained by someone as powerful as Lady Death would definitely accelerate his progression.
He was about to speak, when the female with a large Power Level did so first. She ridiculed Snippar, calling him a pathetic vagabond and warrior. It was harsh, but, it was still mostly true. Snippar didn't seem to be much of a Saiyan. In fact, he seemed to be someone who clearly held justice above fighting. Something Mayze mostly despised. The man was going against his Saiyan heritage.
Then the powerful female, turned on Lady Death, her power spiking as she did so. She told Lady Death that instead of killing the little Earthlings, that Lady Deat should aim higher, and take on someone called 'Vipoi' and 'Wyntre.' Honestly, he agreed. He was joining to fight powerful warriors, not pathetic humans.
His frown deepened as 'Lady Devil' threatened to kill them all if they tried to kill the Earthlings. Despite the power in numbers, there was no way for them to take down the female. She was simply to powerful for them. In fact, Mayze was in awe of her power, but, he didn't show it.
He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and began to speak, “Firstly, I do want to join you Lady Death. You, are extremely powerful,” he pointed at Snippar, “Apparently Snippar doesn't realize this. Now, secondly, I do agree with changing the Saiyan race, but, that is not why I’m here. I’m simply here to join, so that I can train. Lastly, the Legendary Super Saiyan can not be dead. Whoever becomes a Super Saiyan is the most powerful being in the universe. Impossible to kill.”
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Post by Mayze on Apr 18, 2015 0:21:21 GMT
[Might have to skip Rain. :/
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