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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 19:19:35 GMT
Before he really had more time to react Natto was back. Secretly grateful for the aid this time though. Even if more confrontation might ignite Zerori like a time bomb. Letting out a relieved breath that at least they could spare the rest of this area of the city from further damage and fires. After all it didn't take long for fire to spread and its was hard to say how much this city could take. The poor people had already been through so much in recent times. The least they could do is try and spare them this coming trouble. At least with Natto present perhaps they could more easily knock some sense into the fire covered vixen. Jarvis nodding to Natto's words and hot on their heels as well.
The crater and destroyed earth bellow was enough damage they could tolerate anyway. He didn't want to have to put Zerori down so it was a Kai send Natto returned when he did. A momentary relief sensation taking hold before fading quickly. Following them quickly and flying above. Waiting for the second there was a opening or some form of separation from the two warriors. The second there was Jarvis would be on her aiming down rushing towards her quickly flipping in the air to send his heel of his boot down towards the top of her head. A strong hammer drop to try and send her spinning if it hit. A attempt to send her down into the sea bellow. Perhaps if he could cool her off and douse those flames and ooze she'd have some sense knocked into herself. Regardless staying silent wasn't gonna work and he didn't feel words were really gonna do the job either. Zerori was a hot little mistress and when she got her head into something it often wasn't easy to just sway her with words alone.
Rather this attempt worked or not he'd quickly turn to Natto nodding as if thanking him for returning. Jarvis tensing up and keeping his eyes towards Zerori then quickly snapping back to Natto. "Glad ya came back... I've never seen her like this before. I've worked with her several times. But never seen her ignite like this. I'm not sure whats wrong... WE gotta keep her away from the city at least. Until we can... calm her down." Looking away briefly as he tried to not think of also possible ways this may turn out.
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Post by Natto on Nov 9, 2015 15:43:58 GMT
The shock of being grabbed helped a little bit, as it made her calm down due to the surprise grapple. She asked what the hell he was doing, but Natto just growled in response. Still, he managed to take her away from South Capitol and head towards the ocean, even though she tossed around a little bit. Jarvis followed him shortly after and surprisingly enough he nodded as in thanking him and verbalized it, saying he was glad that Natto came back. The hybrid’s statement surprised Natto especially because Jarvis didn’t have his annoying tone anymore, and he seemed genuinely concerned with her.
When they got far enough, Natto released Zerori and flew backwards a little bit. They were miles away from the city and above the ocean, with nothing that could be destroyed nearby. Natto kept his frowned brows and stared at the demon-saiyan hybrid. He wasn’t furious, but he was concerned and he knew that if they were to fight, he would have to hold back his power as he wasn’t willing to hurt her.
– What’s going on with you?! – he asked her directly. – Minutes ago you were alright, talking about drinking contests and stuff, so what’s the meaning of this?! Get a grip on yourself! You almost destroyed the remainings of the city! – his tone was harsh, but his intentions were good; Natto just wasn’t very nice when scolding people, and he was quite stern when he had to reprehend someone, as Etoru and Tomoroko knew all too well, for example. He didn’t assume his fighting stance yet, though, nor did he intend to transform. He still hoped they could avoid a fight. Word Count: 280 |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 4:56:10 GMT
Struggling in his grasp, Zerori was at intense odds with herself; One hand, the fear from years past had claimed her current attention, and on the other a burning sensation that had ease during her moment of surprise was gradually returning. Inch by inch it started to crawl through her body – as if under her skin. She felt his grip release her but her hand gripped his wrist firmly, unwilling to fall but when she wished for a floor beneath her feet… it was there. What… I can-? So frazzled her mind was, she didn’t remember her own abilities to manipulate the wind and make air pockets… You’re fine, Zerori… I won’t fall…
Breathing deeply, she hesitated to release his wrist before her fingers seemed to mechanically peel themselves away. Taking a step back as well to gain some distance, her mind tried to piece together as quickly as she what was going on inside of her. Just as her mouth opened to speak, the black liquid at her eye spontaneously pulsed and she grasped at it with a growl of agony, “I can’t understand what the fuck is going ON!!” Her power responded to the cry of rage and flames started to flare about her again. This time, they weren’t her own but a foreign sensation and this time it burned her. “AUUUGHHH!”
Why can’t you just accept this power? Accept who you are?
I am NOT a raging BEAST! Zerori responded in her mind. Why didn’t the voice just go away? Like an echo in a tunnel, the seemingly possessed demoness heard the yells of the warrior that grabbed her and she responded as best she could under the influence. Once again, her voice seemed to have been changed, “You think if I knew, I wouldn’t be IN this situa-!?”
Like a boulder falling from above, Zerori’s enraged response was completely cut short by an impact against her skull. Her body soared down into the waters, rocketing through the surface in a grand display of water works. Her body sunk into the depths of the sea as the waves fell from their crescent, adding back into the sea. For a handful of seconds, there would be no response from the saiyaness under the waters.
Below the surface, deep under feet of pressure, her eyes started to open again. What… hit me? Whatever had hit her must have knocked her out cold from impact. As her body slowed from the descent to simply float in the darkness of the depths, Zerori gazed up at the surface like she was seeing the light for the first time. Slowly, she brought her right hand up from outside of her vision to look at it, That black… stuff is gone… What was that? What was happening to her?
Can you accept who you are?
I don’t know what that is… Zerori responded to the voice, oddly receptive since the pain her head wasn’t because of this strange darkness. I was born a saiyan-
You were born to be more…
With a flinch, bubbles escaped from between her lips and it hit her like a ton of bricks that she suddenly didn’t have a lot of air. Choking, her body suddenly flailed about as she reached toward the surface. Face panicked, she began to swim toward the light – why wasn’t she moving faster?! I don’t want to drown! From her darkening vision, she was moving faster and faster – fed by adrenaline – to break the surface. When her hand punched through, face following suit to take a deep breath of air, the first thing that could be noticed was that she was not without the black liquid that permeated her face and neck. Gasping like a fish out of water, she almost appeared to flail like she didn’t know how to swim before she stopped and just floated there on the surface of the water – legs kicking to prevent her from sinking.
She didn’t know how to react or where she was for a moment, still at a loss for what had happened, before she looked up and gazed at the two warriors above her. It came back, like a hazy dream, before she frowned with anger and barked at the blue-haired saiyan, “Did you hit me?! The hell have I told you ‘bout interruptin’ someone sentences?!” As angry as she was, it could hardly be considered a serious infraction as she just floated in the water with a frown. Blood would start to flow from the wound Jarvis had inflicted and she closed her eye when some of it got inside. [/i]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 21:43:00 GMT
Jarvis scowled from the flames and bubbling fury from nearly boiling water seeing steam and flame become one. Blood from his friend but it was necessary. He couldn't just let it risk exploding out in a uncontrollable rage. So briefly he tried to establish dominance. If he couldn't get her to calm down with reason force would also demand respect from perhaps both her saiyan and demon blood in unison. Still floating up next to Natto glad to see even if it was odd to experience he had some help should this all turn crazy. It could be settled fast and likely without having to harm the girl badly if he had help. "I did... You know our partnership and past experiences give us a bond. But that doesn't mean I can allow this to continue. Zerori... You need to decide to control this. Or what you wanna do here. Whatever that may be..." The strong figured warrior looking down from high above. His aqua energy flaring around him in a aura as if to signify if she truly was to give in to a battle lust. He was ready he would not run but respect whatever choice she chose. Even if that meant for a non desired outcome.
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Post by Natto on Nov 12, 2015 19:21:35 GMT
When he released her, surprisingly enough her hand grabbed his wrist and held it tightly, making him arch one of his eyebrows, quite surprised with that. It almost seemed like she had forgotten how to fly. Shortly after that, she finally released her grip and flew backwards, and at this point, Natto was having trouble understand what was actually going on there. Heck! Even the demoness herself didn’t understand the situation, and that made the saiyan sigh in frustration. ”One thing after the other…” he complained to himself.
Then, she started falling towards the water, and Natto just watched as she dived into it, like a falling rock. Bubbles came up to the surface and the water down there started to boil, and kept on boiling. The saiyan stared at Jarvis, like he was looking for some sort of answer from the hybrid. Jarvis spoke as if he was talking to himself, but his words helped Natto understand more about their relationship. Then, Zerori emerged from the water and barked at Jarvis, inquiring him about hitting her. Natto stared at her and then at Jarvis for a while, feeling rather clueless on what he should do now.
– So… What’s this all about, anyway? I feel like a third wheel, to be honest… - he said, folding his arms and waiting for some sort of answer from them. Word Count: 228 |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 10:49:30 GMT
The saiyaness felt the energy around the blue-haired fighter flare out, unsure what his intentions were after the rapid flux of her power ran rampantly out of control. From the water, she looked between the two with a passively angry expression – One snatched her out of the city while the other smashed her into the waters. The darkening of her heart felt eased for the moment after taking a dip but the longer she stared at the two men that stood above her… it started to bubble back to the surface again. What the hell is this-?! I’m never this angry! The water boiled and churned like a whirlpool, but Zerori clamped a hand over her head, closing her eyes. This feeling of anger, mistrust and vengeance stemmed from something… she just needed to figure it out! Below her feet she tried to push the water away and create a platform, her boot stepping onto it like a stairway. Moving upwards, Zerori would appear to step higher and higher towards the two, hand over her part of her face as she made a low noise, like she was humming. What angers me… I am angry… This feeling… Introspection was never her forte, living her life to the fullest the way she wanted – rules or no rules. When she finally got close to them, perhaps only a few meters from them but at the same level as their fight levitated them. Opening her eyes to look at them, rubelite eyes would greet them as she spoke calmly, “You want answers, damn you, then fine.” Her hand moved away from her face, now a dark splotch over the left side of her face, sharp edges warping and pulsing as she spoke, “I am changing… To what end,” She snarled, brow furrowed in frustration, “I don’t know…” A warp of power flexed around her, once more blackened and malevolent, but she just stared at them passively. For a moment, she would stay like that looking at Jarvis as her power stared to whirlwind around her. Her face fell, almost as if she’d just heard sorrowful news, “My body feels as if it’s not… my own. So, please, Jarvis…” Her hair raised, completely silver as she hissed at him, “ Don’t fuck with me, right now.” Her gaze moved over to Natto, a glare tossed his way but she spoke between the two of them, “Leave me… or kill me, it matters not.” To emphasize her intention to avoid a death sentences for as long as her little bit of control would allow, she would step back to sit cross legged and move her hand back over her face. Despite not being able to see it… she knew a disgusting reminder of her weakness was presently visible. [Mastered Super Demon Activated.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 21:20:23 GMT
Jarvis scowled at this dark transformation. Zerori becoming something twisted and barely recognizable from what she once was. Gritting his teeth he'd call out to the warrior at his side. "Not allot to explain. She's not a bad lass... If it turns south don't do anything lasting to her." He'd say scowling lightly as reluctantly his hair shot into a golden spikes and aura. Moving closer to Zerori flaring his energy trying to intimidate this beastly nature and form she was having take hold. "I won't 'fuck' with anything. But I'm not gonna let you go mad and start destroying things either.... You can come with me. Rest at one of the bases safe and observed until we.... fix this. Or.... I can make you calm down right here and now. You're one of the few I care for. So I'm giving a choice which isn't something I give often. Come willingly? Or by force?" Speaking harsh and stern like a scolding father or law figure.
Offering a hand with his left while his right squeezed into a fist. As if metaphorically offering the olive branch while always keeping the sword at the ready as well.
[PL 256,311 - MSSJ 3,588,354]
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Post by Natto on Nov 26, 2015 16:30:43 GMT
The situation was only getting worse. Zerori was changing and that was pretty obvious as her power level skyrocketed to over 2.5 million, and he could feel it clearly. And that wasn’t the only thing changing about her. She seemed… Vile now, and also not in full control of herself. ”This is troublesome… I’m not inclined to call for much attention, but if I don’t transform into a Super Saiyan, I may very well die right here!” he realized, and that made him sigh in frustration, as he had been determined to avoid a serious fight. Then, when she glared at him, telling him to leave her or to kill her, he closed his eyes, frowining his brows. – I won’t leave you… But I won’t kill you either. After all, you are part saiyan and you are clearly out of control. I will stop you… No! We will stop you! – he said, glaring at Jarvis. As much as it disgusted him to work with the murdering hybrid, he had no choice: he was his best chance to stop Zerori without hurting her badly.
Natto opened his eyes and, as he did it, his golden aura was flared in a blink, and he turned super saiyan.
[Mastered Super Saiyan. Current PL: 4.927.200]
His teal eyes stared right into Jarvis’s. – You care about her; I’ve noticed that, so, lead the way! I will assist the best way I can, but I’m much stronger than both of you! So… Take that into account! I may hurt her more than I want to! – he warned the hybrid, in the hope that this warning would lead Jarvis to direct him to less harmful ways to help control Zerori. Word Count: 287 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 1:00:47 GMT
((Due to certain factors, I'll go ahead and put this up. Thanks for the thread guys!))
The demoness looked up from her sitting posture in the air, the wind vibrating under her legs as she kept her body afloat like a floor beneath her. To her right above her, she grimaced at her closest friend, determined to keep her from committing harm to others or herself. If it wasn’t so damned heroic, she would have almost been grateful for the intermission. But this darkness inside of her was more than just a tempting escape into wanton destruction…
It was taking her over like a disease on a virile participant.
Glancing over at the other saiyan, also prepared to stop her with his power, she couldn’t help but snarl at his similar declaration. They were trying to stop her… for her own sake? Did they not understand that she couldn’t stop herself, much less make the decision to go against this addictive, consuming desire to do… whatever it was she wanted?!
Slowly, she stood on her feet to face them both – transformed into legendary warriors as they were – and stifled a shudder as it ran down her spine from the power that she could physically feel. This was it - it seemed… the end of her. Raising her hands, dark and malevolent energy would begin to pool into her palms and fall past her skin to dissipate into the air like a contagion. She would face her fate and die like a saiyan… finally.
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Farther beyond this battle that would most likely be the deciding factor in Zerori’s fate, back within the limits of South City, a figure could be seen leaning against the less illuminated walls of an alley way. Dressed under the cloak of a hood was a woman with a smile on her face, seemingly fiddling with a very elegant and exotic dagger not of this world. Lethally sharp, the hilt would seemingly smolder like it was made of fiery coals and the blade it’s self would give off a very wisp-like smoke that would disappear only centimeters from the metal of the dagger.
Under the hood, red eyes would shine mischievously as she spoke softly, “You’ve misunderstood me…” She began, her voice echoing surrealistically as she eyed the dagger with intent.
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…It is not your saiyan half that can save you now, Zerori…
With a sudden feral snarl, the Saiyaness hybrid would grasp at her head with an almost maddening expression, “Get the hell out of MY HEAD!” The words of this voice were almost deafening now as she spoke.
You’re not completely saiyan, girl… What are you? The figure would ask and Zerori clenched her eyes.
“The hell does it matter?!” She looked like she was speaking to her self now, the insanity of it all! The voice seemingly chuckled, not giving her answer. It was obvious but it didn’t ANSWER anything. Breathing heavily, she looked at her hand that surged in pain. At the palm and crawling over the skin like a plague was the blackness that she knew covered her face and she hissed.
Embrace it… Embrace it, Zerori… Or you shall fall, ever the failure you’ve always been, Daughter.
With a strangled gasp, Zerori’s eyes widened and she could hardly breathe. No, it can’t… It had hit her like a ton of bricks just who had talking to her in mind, manipulating her, playing her for a fool. Her torn and pained expression morphed into one of wrath and hatred, looking back up from her hand to the two before her before she bellowed at them “FINE! Take this as my surrender!” Before turning to dive back into the water below her in a fluid motion, disappearing into it’s depths.
She was alive today… and she would stay alive to kill that woman… that she called a mother.
[EXIT]
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Post by Articho Reville on Dec 16, 2015 14:48:00 GMT
Zerori:
8298 words = 10829 PL!
240237 + 10829 = 251066 PL!
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