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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 6, 2015 19:19:50 GMT
So, it was telekinesis. “You do have a point with that. Plus, it’s harder to defend against something you can’t actually see. I’ve seen other Arcosians use that telekinetic stuff you were doing. However, they are the only ones I’ve witnessed using it. I’m starting to think it’s innate amongst your kind,” Beryl responded, remaining in the same spot as before. He still kept giving Abzerute a funny look; tail push-ups wasn’t something he saw often. The topic was on Beryl’s fighting style now. “I’ll think about it,” the human responded to Abzerute’s suggestion. “For now, I’ve just been working with what I’ve got. It’s been working for me so far, but I do see what you mean.” Beryl was reluctant to change the way he fought for various reasons, but he figured that it was bound to become a necessity at some point. Still, he felt that his ideas had definite potiential, and once he fleshed him out, he won’t need to use his legs for strikes anyways. For a moment, Beryl’s mind wandered as he pondered about the possibilities; he snapped back into reality once Abzerute answered his question though. “Wha --? I knew you were trying to kill me!” the ki researcher huffed, not too happy. He gave Abzerute time to explain himself. Genetic fault? Yeah, Beryl could definitely believe that. Arcosians liked to think themselves as the universe’s superior species, but even they had their faults and quirks. Short tempers was one of the big ones; it was almost too easy to make an Arcosian angry, and once their temper gets loose, there’s little that can be done to calm them down. Shooting a ki blast at a sun could be considered a brash move, but proceeding to roast yourself in the resulting solar fare was definitely a crazy, unhinged decision. Beryl stared at Abzerute for a long moment after the Changeling finished speaking. It was the look that basically confirmed that Beryl was both terrified of and genuinely confused by Abzerute. “...So, you literally roasted yourself because you were mad?” Beryl questioned. “I -- I’m sorry. I don’t understand any of this at all.” He looked left and right awkwardly. “How did you not DIE?” That was one thing he definitely wanted to know! “Also, are you going to try and kill me every time we spar?” Beryl asked. “Because if you are, just let me know so that I know not to hold back at all.” The human’s eyes narrowed, dark-brown irises intense. “It’s only going to be a matter of time before the two of us are equal in power. Once that happens, I can only expect how our fights are going to go. That’s just more reason for me to hurry up and try to get these new techniques of mine down.” Adjusting his stance to be more relaxed, Beryl slipped his hands into his pockets before speaking up again. “I can’t help but be curious about all these forms and transformations you have.” There was a pause. “I’ve heard about that a few Arcosians have a Royal Form. Do you know what I’m talking about?” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 6, 2015 20:53:48 GMT
"Could at least use your legs to guard if nothing else." he shrugged, continuing his tail push ups. If he could make his tail stronger, then it would be far more capable of breaking bones and putting enemy limbs out of commission. The look the dark-skinned human gave him after he told him about the sun was strangely humorous to behold that the bronze Arcosian couldn't help but smirk at it.
"Well, my original plan was to slowly over time put myself deeper through the corona of the sun so that my body would get used to the gravity, as well as the heat and radiation, thereby increasing my own strength and natural defenses." he explained. "Then the Arcose news came through to me on my Scouter, and in a pique of the moment, I temporarily accelerated my plans by forcing a fusion reaction in the Red Giant. Hence the solar flare bath." Abzerute explained to the human.
"As for the not dying part, I was at the edge of the suns corona, so by the time the flare reached me, it had lost some of its impact and heat, much like the tip of a flame." he said as if this were obvious. "That and Arcosian physiology. We have been known to survive the explosive destruction of whole planets that we're standing on." shrugged the bronzed Arcosian.
He gave a dismissive wave to the human's concerns. "Not every time no." he said, although he did give the human an askance look. "But maybe more often when we're at the same level of power. It wouldn't be proper combat training without that little bit of danger now would it?" Abzerute asked, partially rhetorically, but partially to see how the human would react to his statement. The question concerning the transformations arose and his query caught him off guard a little.
"Royal Form?" he asked as if clarifying what he had heard Beryl ask of him. He stroked his chin in thought as he pondered it. "It does sound vaguely familiar yes. Admittedly the only case I can recall for the time being was that the Queen had claimed to have achieved a power beyond that of our True Forms, so its possible that the name was derived from her position more than anything else." he said with a shrug.
"Now... what of yourself? Your species seems to hold its own version of transformations for lack of a better term. Saiyans have their legendary super forms after all, Arcosians have our own... what of humanity itself?" he asked in return. Fair was fair after all.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 7, 2015 0:35:02 GMT
Using the sun as a site for gravity training? Now Beryl had heard it all. Blinking, the young man gave Abzerute a look of disbelief. A vivid image of a once, bone-white Arcosian frolicking about a sun’s surface popped up in Beryl’s head and as Abzerute continued with his story, the image in Beryl’s head changed to reflect that. Despite Abzerute’s elaborate explanation, Beryl basically equated the whole solar flare to Abzerute getting pissed. In his head, he imagined the red-eyed Changeling flying around frantically with his body completely encased in flame. “You’re crazy,” Beryl commented. It was blunt and perhaps a little tactless, but it had to be known. “Well, now that you’re doing gravity training with me, you won’t have to go to a sun and train there anytime soon,” the dark-skinned human said. “Well, you aren’t dead, so I definitely believe that Arcosians can survive entire planets getting blown up and stuff. If that were me, well -- you know what would happen.” Humans weren’t nearly as durable or powerful, initially at least. “What do you mean not every time?!” Beryl sputtered, wondering about how Abzeurte could be so nonchalant about him attempting to kill Beryl during training sessions. “Well, I understand the whole thing about making combat training as realistic as possible, but trying to actually kill somebody during simple training is something completely different!” Nonetheless, Beryl believed there was little he could do to convince Abzerute NOT to try and kill him whenever they fought. Sighing, the ki researcher crossed his arms. “I guess this means I need to learn how to punch harder, a lot harder.” His eyes narrowed; was that a challenge? Abzerute did know a bit about the so-called Royal Form. Apparently, the Queen of Arcose was the one who discovered it, and she named the transformation after her own status. Arcosian politics was something that Beryl paid no attention to; after all, it didn’t exactly matter to him really, especially now that the Arcosian Empire was nearly in shambles. “Do you think that you can achieve the same form that she has?” Beryl questioned further. “What about beyond that? Do you think there’s another form that’s past this Royal Form?” With all the questions Beryl was asking, he only saw it fair that he answered Abzerute’s own. “I wouldn’t necessarily call what we have transformations. Every single human can learn how to use ki, but the thing is not many actually know how to use it,” Beryl started. “I’ll admit: humans are weak compared to many other species out there. When I say that, I mean we’re weak at a base point. I’m not saying humans are weak period. In fact, it’s the opposite.” There was a pause. “We’re late bloomers. We don’t see the results until we put a ton of work into bettering ourselves. When we hit a new seat of power, most of the time, nothing changes about us physically. However, the spike in power is … immense.” Beryl reached to rub one of his bruised cheeks. Ouch. “I’ve read stories about Legends, humans who have gotten so powerful that they can literally defy deities. Whether it’s true or not is still up in the air. However, I’m going to be the one who finds that out.” It was a bold statement, but it was one that Beryl was confident in. “Maybe that’s humanity’s ace -- to be able to stand up against anything thrown at them. It’ll take an impossibly high amount of work but I’m up for the challenge.” Beryl then initiated eye contact with the Arcosian. “Maybe we’ll both become the strongest in the universe.” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Oct 8, 2015 11:14:41 GMT
The bronze Arcosian shrugged at the crazy comment. "I've heard worse. And given the situation we're in, galactically speaking, I think it would be strange to not be a little crazy if the reports are to be believed." he said. The humans reaction to the suggestion that Abzerute may genuinely try to kill him every now and then during their training, it amused him.
"Of course. Standard Arcosian training usually tends to involve near-lethal combat every so often. We did evolve on a rather harsh world if you'll recall." explained the bronze Arcosian to the dark-skinned human. "I will of course try to reign that in though until we are at a more equal power level to one another." he said.
The questions about transformations raised its head once more, and it was honestly starting to slowly irk the Arcosian. The idea though for a form beyond what the Queen had achieved was interesting. "Given that according to Saiyan legend, their Super Saiyan is supposed to be a single warrior every few thousand years, and yet here we are hearing about nearly a dozen of them... I would presume that anything is possible." Abzerute offered as way of an answer.
The information concerning humanity's transformations, or rather, power increasers was filed away for future use. The fact that this human had access to such a power, and had to reduce his normal state down to match his own only irked him further.
Abzerute stopped his tail push ups before making for the exit. "That is a possibility. However that is not what I seek. Unlike some of the stereotypical amongst my kind, I do not seek to loft myself to the place of godhood. I am content with merely being strong enough to destroy those that obtain my aggression. For now, that is the Saiyan Empress and her protectors." he said before stepping out of the Gravity Chamber, the difference in the fields barely noticeable to him now.
He gave the human a brief wave of farewell before he left the ship and set off for his temporary residence near the library. He had some research to catch up on, particularly if the Royal Form had existed before the Queen's use of it, and if there had ever been any record of a power beyond that...
4080 word count Requesting PL for myself for this thread :3 Suppressed Form bonus + x10 Gravity Chamber bonus please :3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Oct 10, 2015 19:24:16 GMT
Beryl blinked. Maybe there was crazier stuff in the galaxy. The universe they all lived in was a very, very … unique place after all, but that didn’t mask the fact that Beryl still believed Abzerute to be slightly mentally unstable. The Arcosian was able to be polite and cordial for the most part, but as soon as his temper got loose, that was the end of it. “So you’re going to try and kill me once you’re just as strong as me. That’s just … great,” the human quipped, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. That just gave him more incentive to stay ahead of Abzerute; what was even worse was that the Arcosian hadn’t shown any of his other forms yet. The thought of a giant, hulking Abzerute with piercing red eyes looming over him shot chills down Beryl’s spine. “You’re right about these Super Saiyans though. I’ve read and heard about them, and supposedly, they’re popping up all over the place. I just don’t understand it,” Beryl commented. “And with that, it’s as if the Saiyans decided the entire universe belongs to them. I wish people could just … get along.” It was a nice wish but one that was improbable to come true. So long as there were people, there would always be greed, arrogance, hatred along with a slew of other unpleasant things. Abzerute claimed that he wasn’t interested in achieving ultimate power, but even as the Arcosian waved farewell and exited the ship, Beryl kept his gaze on the automatic door for a long while. He tilted his head down, eyes averted to the ground. “... You say that now,” he said, shaking his head. Beryl didn’t want to become a god either; rather, he wanted enough power to defend himself from anything that would harm him, along with whomever or whatever he cared about. Considering how quickly the universe’s fighters were ascending in strength, Beryl might have to rival a god’s power in order to put them in their place. Beryl walked over towards the gravity machine and typed in a few commands. The large device hummed loudly before falling silent, and the artificial gravity it produced soon dissipated. With a sigh, the dark-skinned male stretched his muscles, acknowledging the soreness as a sign of a good workout. He would rest for now, but not for too long; he still had heaps of more training to do. Also, he had to figure out a way to enhance his physical capabilities to make up for the complete absence of ranged, ki-based attacks at his disposal. And he had to do fast. There was so much for him to do, so much for him to get done. OOC — I would like PL for this please! Heavy Weights were on. Abzerute
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Oct 30, 2015 23:57:43 GMT
Abzerute: 7226 power level gained! 3561 > 10787 Beryl Roarke: 11,788 power level gained! 71,238 > 83,026
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