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Post by Alaistair on Sept 6, 2015 19:21:27 GMT
(Thread is open for anyone interested in meeting Alaistair. Also, will be attempting to intercept the message from Bing Gan via learning to expanded Alaistair's telepathy to a Galactic scale. Will be giving a brief read, so that we can begin.) Alaistair was getting himself dressed neatly again. His 2 piece suit, with a black, open button cloth shirt underneath exposing his lean, muscular chest. His body felt so light and comfortable today, and in an odd manner, it was a feeling Alaistair hadn't felt since being in HFIL all those months ago. To be frank, they did torture him, but they never left him in such a supremely wounded state. It was always fix the nerves, bones, and muscles before the next torture begins, but there was also that period in between that would allow for Alaistair to plan his escape and spread his energy about. There were so many memories... So many stories and ways of life Alaistair learned. Yet, his mind had become fractured. This, he could feel in his mind still... Perhaps it was another shard of his destroyed halo. Regardless, today, the devil planned to meet the locals. Specifically, he was going to learn the relationships between the lower class and the Queen's forces. He wanted to reconstruct his forces, and first things first, Alaistair had to first get to know the people he would bring under his wing... By his will, he would get an army! First and foremost, he had to establish the thought that the low-class were undertreated, and with selected leaders from the low-class, he would steal control from them. Today, he was going to explore the Radittsu District that he had situated himself in. He knew where the Queen's building was, simply because it was built like a glorious edifice to the Saiyans, yet he didn't know the immediate vicinity... This was a problem for him. What was around his place of business? As he thought this, something seemed to tickle his head a bit. However, the devil thought nothing of it, figuring it to be an itch. He made his way out of the building and locked the door behind him... Granted, the place would probably be ransacked, but Alaistair was going to take that risk. The streets were dusty, with some people sitting and trying to figure things to do. From what Alaistair could tell, it was a lot like the Apartment Complexes back on Earth. Some vehicles were on the sides, most of which having seen better days or were probably constructed to look like rusted heaps of metal. The devil figured that it'd be something along the lines of, 'poor metal available to the public,' or something that would be asinine and bombastic.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 12, 2015 1:36:20 GMT
[Thread PL: 37,157 | Heavy Weights Equipped! Current Weighted PL: 9,289] [Current Avatar is an inaccurate representation of Xylo. Imagine him instead in an outfit similar to Piccolo's, but with a black cape and no turban.]
It had been quite the long month since the green-skinned warrior walked the streets of Cacumber Capitol. He wasn't fond of most of the people who inhabited this planet, but he had nowhere else to go at the moment. With Kouda still on Arcose performing "experiments" and his entire clan assisting the doctor, Xylo was left with little to do. He pondered his situation as he traveled through the city streets, his dark tattered cape billowing behind him as he walked.
"I need to plan my next course of action. With Namek gone I am left without many objectives. Perhaps I could head towards Earth and assist with the war? No, too risky; the Queen may take it as insubordination for joining the front without her explicit say-so...damn Queen..."
The Namekian got lost in his thoughts, leading him to get lost in the real world as well. He found he had ended up in the Radittsu District of the Capitol; also known as the slums, to the elites. He scoffed, unimpressed with his pitiful surroundings. Most warriors in this dilapidated part of the city were barely a match for him even with his weighted cloak on -and most of the people living here weren't even Saiyans!
"Damn...might as well head back for the Capitol...not like I'll find anything worth-while out here..."
He turned on his heel, walking briskly back towards the Captiol. As he moved however, he felt a grimy hand push on his chest. He looked down to see a bothersome sight: A small blue-skinned alien was attempting to pawn off some pointless knick-knacks. A mostly toothless grin crept up the alien's face as he began speaking. "Greetings, Traveler! I am Fraude; master of oddities and baubles! I am here to offer you the rarest and most magical of items!" The minuscule alien opened his trenchcoat, revealing a multitude of oddly-shaped items.
"For a meager price of only 29,000 Shmorks, any of these items could be yours!" Fraude began pulling out certain items and showing them off. "Perhaps you'd be interested in this cape cleansing liquid? Or this Fin-cleaning gel? I imagine--HURK!"
The alien was interrupted as a swift kick connected with his gut. He was sent flying backwards, crashing into his own meager merchant stand.
Xylo let out an annoyed huff of air as he passed by the barely conscious alien, his four-digit hand subconsciously running over the fin-like protrusion that jutted out of the top of his head. "I don't need fin-cleaning products..."
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Post by Alaistair on Sept 12, 2015 2:27:26 GMT
The district had some interesting looking products... In the department of appearance, speaking! Some of the items appeared to be something along lines of 'hair and skin' products, to flimsy looking scraps combined together to be a vehicle that could barely get off the ground. Frankly, the cars he saw in the district proved to be rather fascinating, in that they could operate despite being made of such week materials. Of course, though, they were limited... Perhaps coming back here, to collect some people with the ingenuity and ability in sciences, would be useful later.
As he walked through, Alaistair heard a fairly loud crash! The market went quiet, as people looked in the direction of the noise! Alaistair could feel a presence near by, one that felt physically restrained in power. It intrigued him, calling him over to the area quickly. With light feet, he danced through some of the groups, which got back to business as usual. The devil would arrive at the scene, with a strange Namekian walking away, huffing in annoyance, with a dazed old blue alien knocked down.
"Mm... Most peculiar. I didn't expect to see a Namekian here," Alaistair muttered quietly under his breath. He was making no effort to hide his powerful presence, as he wanted to make sure the guards would be able to track him and see him as nothing but a man with power going on a stroll, doing nothing wrong. The devil quickly paced over to the Namekian, arms behind his back as he greeted the man with a bow and smile.
He greeted him with a soft voice, jesting, "Men like this surely don't know what it means to sell any items of 'interest,' mm? I happened to hear the scuffle and simply had to see what the matter was, and I see a terrible, and dainty, might I add, old man trying to sell such broken combs..! It is rather insulting to see, but it comes with the planet, mm?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 12, 2015 9:44:44 GMT
"Everyone around here is just a waste of time; how hard is it to be--"
Xylo's thoughts were interrupted as he sensed a life force quickly close in on him. This power, while only a bit stronger than his own maximum, was still impressive. Even more interesting was the odd feeling he gave of; it wasn't wild or chaotic like most Saiyans...it was...wrong. It felt like a power he'd sensed before...it was demonic! Of course, only a demon would be waltzing around the slums with such a power under his belt. The Namekian turned back around to see an oddity. This demon -if that's what he really is- was wearing a suit one might see a weakling wear on Earth! The suit jacket, along with the shirt underneath, was opened however; revealing the warriors lean physique.
He responded to Alaistair's bow with a scoff. He'd dealt with demonic types before, and if this one was anything like the others he'd try to strike a deal; which Xylo could very well be interested in, depending on what kind of deal it would be...
"I suppose you have a point. Simpletons like that can be found all across the galaxy however; it's only the truly foolish who would succumb to their fables of grandeur." He couldn't help but crack a smile. The thought of a trickster like Fraude pulling the wool over some stupid human or saiyan was hilarious to him. Xylo finally returned the bow that Alaistair gave earlier, speaking with his gruff tone of voice soon after. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Xylo: Son of Tuner, and leader of the Mazoku Caste."
Xylo began walking, assuming that Alaistair would follow suit, if he was here for something of course. Should the demon follow, The Namekian would continue speaking. "Tell me, Demon, what brings you to this pitiful excuse for a city?"
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Post by Alaistair on Sept 13, 2015 18:01:59 GMT
The man agreed, mentioning the simpletons across the galaxy. Alaistair quickly noted, in an energetic matter, "Across the universe, but point taken."
He then proceeded to introduce himself as the leader of the Mazoku Caste, Xylo. He then asked, referring to Alaistair as 'Demon' in the process which tapped a nerve a bit frankly, what Alaistair was dong in the city. The devil proceeded to frown a bit, as he rose himself back up and replied, "I have been wondering that myself a bit on certain days..."
Alaistair looked down to the side, noticing someone in an alleyway. A child, sharpening what looked as though was a shiv. The two made their way past the alley, and as they did, Alaistair replied, "I'm a man who seeks to rejuvenate the worlds with a bit of a leisurely life style. One where people really don't need to worry about their neighbors, unless it's about progress being halted. We've got a whole universe to explore and there are so many worlds like this that could be improved upon... Ah, and as for that 'Demon' name that all of you seem to lather all over my face and shoes, there's bunch of different names that I accept more than that degrading term. You, though, can refer to me as Alaistair. A pleasure to meet you, my restrained 'friend'... Tell me, what brings yourself to the poorest district of Cacumber? Surely you're not on a simple stroll?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 14, 2015 2:04:58 GMT
It seemed the demon was less-than enthused at being called such. His annoyance was clearly etched onto his face, if only for a moment. He was able to keep his composure however, simply replying to Xylo's question with a slight frown on his face. It seemed this demon was just as lost as Xylo was; perhaps he wasn't looking for some deal after all? There was no way to be certain just yet, so he'd keep giving this warrior the time of day for now.
"Improved upon you say? You intrigue me, Demon..."
The demon introduced himself as Alaistair, saying that the term "demon" was degrading. Xylo would have taken such a name as a compliment, but perhaps there was some hidden past revolving around being called such that made Alaistair disgusted by the term? Regardless, The Namekian would begin referring to Alaistair as such. "The pleasure is all mine, Alaistair."
The topic was swapped, as it was now Alaistair asking what Xylo was doing here. The Mazoku Warrior pondered for a moment; why was he here, really? There wasn't much of a reason in all honesty, which worried him. "I got lost in my own thoughts, it seems; I was heading towards the palace while thinking of my next course of action. With Namek gone, my plans have been...halted." He let out a disappointed sigh, continuing his stroll at a brisk pace.
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Post by Alaistair on Sept 14, 2015 19:39:06 GMT
"He just... Simply wandered here?"
That was Alaistair's thought, as he nearly stopped in place as the Namekian went briskly ahead of him. His moment quickly taken, he caught back up, going in front of the Namekian and hold a hand out in front of his chest.
"Hold, for a moment, Xylo... You say to me you've no courses of action, despite being on this unknown world..? It seems to me you need the wisdom of someone to help show you the plan, wouldn't you say? I can offer that, quite quickly, if you are willing to listen to what I have to offer, in exchange for this," Alaistair solemnly expressed, "First things first, though... We need to meet the other locals of this area, as what I've to say to you will, most effectively be, the same information someone else could need as well. What say you to this?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 14, 2015 22:48:07 GMT
It seemed that the demon was baffled by Xylo's lack of direction. Surely this wasn't an out-of-the-ordinary thing, was it? People were directionless all the time; but perhaps it was Xylo's warrior-like nature that made it seem like he was the kind of person with a plan always under his belt.
Xylo felt the hand of Alaistair push against his chest lightly, forcing him to stop for a brief moment. He gave the demon a quizzical look as he listened to him speak. Apparently he wished to give Xylo guidance of some kind. While it seemed like there was some ulterior motive behind Alaistair's actions, Xylo had nothing better to do anyways. "You wish to guide me? Hmph... Not like I have anything better to do..."
But it seemed there was more to Alaistair's request than he originally let on! He wished to meet with other locals first so that he may relay the same information unto them. While this sounded like a bit of a boring plan, Xylo decided to go along with it for now.
"Very well then, Alaistair; lead the way, and I shall follow."
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Post by Alaistair on Sept 16, 2015 4:31:26 GMT
The Mazoku leader was interested in his wisdom! This pleased Alaistair, greatly! He pointed up to the sky, ushering Xylo to follow suit. He shot up into the air, above the city streets and buildings slowly, as he propagated a thought to Xylo.
"Xylo, in your time of existence here on Planet Vegeta, what have you seen of these people? Xenophobes, beggars, no doubt, as well as warriors of blood-filled pride, yes? These men and women dedicate their lives, day in and out, to strengthening their power, so that they can establish themselves as the dominant species... What other race does this sound like to you," Alaistair asked rhetorically, waving to the soldiers darting eyes as them as they moved about, "To me... That sounds like the Arcosians. A race whose as prideful and mighty as the saiyans, despite their potential being oh so latent. The difference, though, is that no matter what, the Saiyans are warriors of honor who, if they were not so stuck up in their own power, they would dominate all other races immediately. It takes a lot of effort for any other race to increase their powers drastically, and thus requires them to go through extreme extents to do what is necessary to become conquerors... But, they also employ other strategies. The Arcosians once lead many races, together, to conquer and sell worlds to buyers for massive profits. Those who served them are paid handsomely and are given the experience unlike any others could dream of! Yet, they are treacherous and dangerous."
He looked to Xylo, stopping about 50 feet above the 2 to 4 story apartment complexes, crossing his legs and pointing out at the city. Alaistair questioned, "Tell me Xylo: What do you see before you?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 5, 2015 6:47:30 GMT
It seemed the demonic deal-maker was pleased with Xylo's agreeable nature, beckoning the time-weathered warrior to follow him into the sky. The duo took flight, stopping a fair distance above the city. Alaistair began to speak, detailing the similarities that Saiyans had to Arcosians. Xylo nodded, agreeing that the two races were similar, though in a way, vastly different in the way they went about using their strength. Alaistair then posed a question the Mazoku Leader. He asked him to look to the city below, and detail what it was he saw. Xylo nodded, looking down below at the bustling city streets.
His eyes darted left and right, scanning the city. He wasn't sure exactly how he wanted to answer the question just yet, so he simply watched the city for a few moments. With his focus entirely trained on the slums, it was easy to see so many different things going on. Peddlers were peddling, fighters were fighting, and tourists were... Well, touring.
Xylo crossed his arms and turned his head, looking at Alaistair with a somewhat puzzled expression.
"That's a question with many answers. Some may see a city that is in disrepair, oozing with filth and those who love wallowing in it. Others may see a city ruled by fighting, where only the strongest can make a living... But me? I see something vulnerable, something that's ripe for the picking. Something that can be taken from its current owners..." The Namekian paused for a moment, raising his open hand into the air before continuing. "...As you might know, the Queen and her strongest are out on the warpath. If we were to strike now..." He snapped his raised hand shut, clenching it tightly as a grin appeared on his face. "...Nobody would be able to stop us!"
It seemed that Xylo was getting a bit ahead of himself. Being without a home planet for so long does strange things to a man it seems, so his wild idea wasn't exactly the most well thought-out.
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Post by Alaistair on Oct 5, 2015 7:43:42 GMT
The Namekian followed him up, noting the broad idea that Alaistair had in mind. The Devil nodded in response, stating, "It could... But is it different than how the Saiyans came to be here?"
The devil looked down, to see the child hiding away his shiv in a bandage wrapped on his right arm as he made his way off earnestly somewhere. The devil pointed down at the child and asked, "What does that child have to say about this place? The one with the bandage on his right arm? My guess would be, 'I'm going to get out of this hell hole, and I'll make that bastard pay! I'm gonna get in the elite and, when I do, I'm going to change things... Just how Lord Bardock did in the legends!' The way I see it, the child's re-enacting the way the saiyans came to be on this wasteland of a planet. Fighting with claw, tooth, and power beyond a mortal's imagination. What we see this mentality do is create destruction wherever the wisps go, from its source... Do you understand what I'm implying, Xylo?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 8, 2015 10:07:01 GMT
Xylo looked down at the boy in question, watching him scurry into the shadows, shiv tucked neatly away into his bandaged arm. Alaistair posed a question, to which Xylo yet again pondered.
A thoughtful hand slowly arose, scratching at Xylo's chin as he spoke. "I suppose I do... History is an unending cycle, and if memory serves, most people with that kind of mentality aren't the most skilled; fighting or leading... But what do you suggest we do about it? Should we lead the people to an uprising? Show them to a higher purpose of some kind? I could see that working, but there's no way to know if we'd get any fish to bite on our bait, if you understand my analogy."
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Post by Alaistair on Oct 9, 2015 1:25:46 GMT
"An interesting way to put it," Alaistair replied, a smile on his face, "Indeed, this is the matter of thought I've got in mind. We all come from some sort of order that instigates a way of life that is, in the end, self-destructive, and that is something we can not escape. What we CAN do, though, is we can direct the destruction... But that is long term goals. First, finding out what the locals must deal with on a daily basis is important. We've seen one sort of life, where they have outsiders giving away false wares to make a profit... But that, itself, is because the man had been made to believe in a way that involves him having to trick others to gain benefits when he could have lead a different life. Attack the problems. Instigate an uprising that all would want... Even the ones in charge. It's a plan that recycles and reuses itself."
Alaistair looked at Xylo again, asking him, "Isn't that the sort of deal any person would love to take, if they had the chance to take it?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 9, 2015 8:42:47 GMT
Xylo listened to Alaistair intently. It seemed he really did plan to lead the people to an uprising! It was an interesting choice, for sure; but that didn't mean it was going to be an impossible task. "So, you think we should begin to scout the landscape then? Gauge the general public's current lifestyle? It'd be for the best, I suppose." Xylo looked down at the city below, watching the hustle and bustle once more while Alaistair continued his proposal.
The Namekian folded his arms, turning to the demonic deal-maker and responding to his question. "I must say, it'd be a hard deal to pass up for sure."
(I apologize about the shortness of these last few posts, finding it kinda hard write a lot in this thread)
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Post by Alaistair on Oct 10, 2015 1:35:27 GMT
(I'm in the same boat as you.) "Quite so! Whilst we're at," Alaistair explained, pausing to look at the saiyan who'd been watching Alaistair for some time and posed a question to them, "Lads! Would you care to gander at the life around the city?"The way they were hidden was quite difficult to figure out, as they were shifting around the Bazaar on foot for some time, ever since Alaistair entered it. They weren't so much as buying anything. Rather, they were simply observing the wares, whilst keeping their eyes on Alaistair quite often. It was a lot like a secret police force. Probably something some royal had put up to watch any disdainful people that they deemed worthy of trouble. The devil shrugged, looking back to Xylo as he exclaimed, "I suppose that's a yes... Lets go follow that boy from earlier, shall we?"Alaistair floated over the building to their right side, to overlook the street next to the bazaar. He shifted his eyes around, his senses going wild, as another pulse came at his mind... Something to do with Earth? He paused for a moment, looking up to space as he unintentionally asked out loud, "Hello?"He waited for a moment, waiting for someone to reply to him. Was he accidentally picking up a mental transmission of some sort? A pinch to his mind caused him to grab at his forehead with both hands! It reminded him of something: His mind was still weak from that dreadful thing..! The devil groaned as he straightened himself out, "Damned shards..! Breathe..!"The devil brought both hands in front of his chest, raising them as his chest expanded from the breath he took in, and relaxed. This was something he'd have to look in to... And who exactly was sending this message? It felt familiar, but, it had a mighty air of power about it. What was with this message? (In case you're curious, I'm referring to this post. And I will be serving to remind you that I'm still aiming to increase the telepathic scaling to galactic, Lord Xylo/ Bing Gan. )
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