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Post by Abzerute on Dec 20, 2015 10:11:13 GMT
PL: 27,569 Heavy Weights: ON Suppressed Form: Active Beryl Roarke
The bronze Arcosian looked over his details for the moment, tapping away at his Scouter whilst his new minions set about the task of familiarising themselves with the ship and its systems. They would certainly be up to the task of serving as his personal guards, but right now what he required was a sparring partner... and whilst that was also in their job descriptions, he felt the need for something a little more... entertaining. His mind turned to the human and the fact that he mentioned acquiring a new ship when last they spoke. He stood up from his command throne, the two Majin girls immediately rushing to either side of him, kneeling as they approached. He waved a hand to set them at ease. "I'll be heading out for a time. I want you two to carry on my research into the Tree Of Might as well as go over all reports from Arcose concerning the organism. The rumours may claim it to be dead... but I'd prefer to be certain." he ordered. The two Majin nodded in silence before they began to set about their task. Abzerute wasn't ever certain if they truly were two Majin, or a single Majin that was just permanently in their multiple clone state. He knew that there was such a technique, hence his uncertainty... but they did good work and obeyed him without question. For now that was the important thing. He left his ship and began to make his way towards where the human's own vessel resided. Upon his arrival, he could see that Beryl had gotten himself a good deal on his ship. He briefly wondered if the dark skinned scientist was going to be working on recruiting his own forces as well... then chuckled at the thought. "Probably more likely to recruit an entire team of scientists than combatants." he mused before he hailed the human on the communications network. "Greetings Mister Roarke. A fine looking vessel you've managed to get yourself. Everything in order? Perhaps we could give the artificial gravity chamber on board its inauguration, say at... fifty times Earth's gravity?" he requested, letting the numbers sit into the human's mind. The last time they had sparred had been at twenty times Earth gravity, and the two of them going at full power had nearly destroyed the gravity chamber. The fact that he was requesting the machine to be set to fifty times Earth Gravity... it should definitely push a button or two in the scientist human's mind. |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 20, 2015 22:09:42 GMT
PL -- 96,268. Suppressed to 5. Back in Beryl’s old ship, the gravity chamber was practically demolished. Craters decorated the walls; parts of the flooring had been ripped up, and the gravity machine itself was almost destroyed in the midst of the two combatants’ crossfire. However, it wasn’t so bad; Beryl managed to muster up enough funds to get himself a brand new ship, one that was top-of-the-line in both looks and functionality. Royal-Class ships were generally hard to come by; usually, those who had them were either in high-ranking positions on their respective planets or well-off mercenaries or pirates that managed to make a good sum of cash, whether it was through consistent jobs or straight-up pillaging and killing. In Beryl’s case, his previous ship and gravity machine had enough value to where all he really needed to do was pay off the small difference of the remaining price. Hell, he was lucky enough to be able to afford an entirely new gravity machine as well, one that could simulate up to one hundred and fifty times normal gravity. And Abzerute found that out extremely quickly. Abzerute took the liberty of checking up on Beryl regularly, whether Beryl wanted it or not. The two were essentially allies, but Abzerute still made Beryl uneasy, even if Beryl’s maximum power eclipsed Abzerute’s. During the last training session, Abzerute beat Beryl into a pulp, almost to the point where Beryl nearly succumbed to his injuries. However, an unknown power awoke within the dark-skinned human, enough to magnify his power level well into the five hundred-thousands. Ever since then, Beryl had been trying to figure out what that power was and how he could tap into it at will. So far, he was at a loss; a similar outburst of power had exploded from within him before though on a lesser scale. It happened whenever Beryl was in a true state of desperation, where he was literally near the brink of death. Was that the trigger: intense stress on his mind and body? It possibly was, but even so, Beryl figured that he would be able to initiate the “transformation” at will. He just needed to figure out how. “Hmm?” Beryl looked up from his datapad, hearing a familiar voice echo from his ship’s internal communications system. Currently, Beryl was relaxing in the ship’s spacious cockpit. He felt a power positioned outside of his currently parked ship; he figured it was the exact same person who he was speaking to him: Abzerute. “… Oh. Hello, Abzerute,” he greeted back; he didn’t sound too enthusiastic, not after the literal hell he had to endure recently. “Yeah, I managed to get it about a day ago along with a brand new gravity machine. So far, everything’s checked out well. I’m still trying to get used to the whole … giant ship feel though.” Beryl remained quiet as Abzerute continued to speak. Then, the Arcosian asked if Beryl was interested in another training session. The ki researcher made a face. “Uh. Sure, I gu—“Then, Abzerute mentioned training … at fifty times normal gravity. Beryl became dead quiet. The lull of silence lasted for a good moment or two; the entire time, Abzerute could just hear Beryl screaming internally from his end of the communications line. Abzerute was able to tolerate up to forty times normal gravity already?! How?! It wasn’t like much time had passed since Abzerute’s previous training session at twenty times normal gravity, and the Arcosian hadn’t been used Beryl’s gravity chamber for any sort of private training just yet. That only left one explanation: Abzerute managed to procure a gravity chamber of his own. “… Sure, I’m up for it, Abzerute,” Beryl agreed. “Here, I’ll open the ship’s entrance for you. Follow the signs on the wall to get to the gravity simulation chamber. That, or you can just use your scouter to track me.” Slowly, Beryl got up from his seat, stretched and began to make his way towards the chamber. He’d already be there by the time Abzerute would arrive. The gravity training room was much, much larger than the one in Beryl’s old ship, and it was outfitted with practically anything an aspiring fighter would want or desire. Off to the side, embedded in the wall, was a fancy control panel that served as the gravity machine’s interface. Beryl was busy inputting commands, fingers clacking away at the holographic keys. The human had on a dark-green hoodie with a single horizontal black stripe with matching sweatpants and sneakers. A plain, dark-green beanie was worn on his head. As soon as Abzerute entered, Beryl turned to greet him with a short wave. “How is it?” he asked, referring to the state-of-the-art training room. “We should have a lot more room to spar now, enough to fly and everything if we wanted.”He paused for a moment to think. Right now, Beryl was suppressing his power to the bare minimum, both to mask his position from others as well as to hide whatever gains in strength he managed to get from Abzerute. “… Are you going to be staying like that?” A dark-skinned, index finger pointed at the Arcosian’s suppressed form. “Or are you going to change into something else?” Ever since Abzerute shifted into his True Form, Beryl wasn’t taking any sort of chances. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 21, 2015 0:30:41 GMT
Abzerute had to resist the urge to fill the silence in the humans communication with his own laughter. Oh to have the ability to hear anothers internal thoughts, what he would give to just hear Beryl's right now. He rubbed his chin in thought at the notion of telepathy. He already wielded telekinetic powers... so in theory he should be capable of telepathy as well. But that was a pursuit for another time. For now though, he had a "Royal" class ship to inspect from the inside.
He stepped aboard once the door was opened and began to make his way through the vessel, noting the various chambers that lay empty within, as well as the expansive corridors. Eventually he reached the artificial gravity field chamber and stepped inside, looking around at the much more dedicated training facility. He gave a few nods of acknowledgement at the design, finding nothing he could truly find fault with in its creation. Then again, it was built from Arcosian technology, so he may have been slightly biased in that regard.
When the human asked him how he felt about the chamber, the bronze Arcosian gave a nod. "It is definitely an improvement upon the last one that's for certain." he said as he made his way across the chamber towards the human, waiting for the question to be popped that was no doubt nagging at his mind. Although he found himself facing a slightly different but no less expected question from the dark skinned human. He briefly tapped his Scouter to get an accurate read on his own power level, measuring himself to be at six thousand, eight hundred and ninety two, and a quarter... but then again he was wearing his heavy weighted armour which cut his power by seventy five percent, so the accurate figure would be more like twenty seven thousand, five hundred and sixty nine units on the power level scale.
The bronze Arcosian shrugged. "I think I shall be... unless you'd prefer to face one of my other two forms?" he inquired and teased at the same time. "You've only seen my Suppressed Form, which I am currently standing within, and my True Form... there are two more transformations that lie in between them." said the bronze Arcosian as he held up two fingers. "They're known colloquially as Brute Form, and... Monster Form." he informed the scientist, letting his imagination run away with him about what Abzerute's Monster Form could potentially look like. It wasn't a form he particularly cared for very much as it felt far too awkward and gangly to him... but he could see the entertainment value in utilising it, if only for the sole purpose of terrifying his human counterpart. Although given what happened last time he terrified him too much, that may not be such a good idea.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 21, 2015 4:35:10 GMT
Abzerute tapping away at his scouter made Beryl tense. What was he doing? Was he trying to read Beryl’s power level? Beryl wasn’t sure, but he put extra effort to keep his power suppressed as low as possible for good measure. There wasn’t only bad news; at least Abzerute liked Beryl’s ship. Hopefully, that alone would be enough to quell the Arcosian’s sadistic urges … or so Beryl hoped. However, the poor human’s fragile optimism shattered once Abzerute mentioned two more forms that he was able to assume. “You have MORE forms?” Beryl questioned, arching a brow. The only Arcosian transformations Beryl knew were the Suppressed Form, which was the form he noticed most Arcosians assume, and the True Form, the state in which an Arcosian was strongest as far as he knew. The Brute and Monster Forms were two that he had never personally witnessed or heard much about of, and since he didn’t have much solid information to go off of, his imagination was left to fill in the gaps. The Brute Form sounded dangerous; if Beryl had to garner a guess, the transformation to the Brute Form probably increased muscle mass and nothing more. Abzerute might’ve been noticeably shorter than Beryl, but he was a lot more built and muscular than the human. Beryl lifted up an arm; the limb wasn’t exactly a noodle, but it lacked any sort of muscle definition. He frowned. How come Abzerute was so buff while he wasn’t? The Monster Form, on the other hand, sounded absolutely terrifying. Images popped up in Beryl’s head of Abzerute’s form twisting and morphing into a ten foot tall, draconic looking monstrosity. Blood dripped from the transformed Arcosian’s sabertooth fangs and foot long teeth, and his spiky tail lashed from left and right with enough force to send entire skyscrapers toppling down to the ground with a single swipe. And there Beryl was, standing before this beast, defenseless and scared. What occurred next was so graphic that Beryl abandoned his thoughts, head shaking rapidly. “I – Er—Um…” The young man stumbled over his words clumsily. “I’ll let you choose what form you want to use,” Beryl offered. Then, once he realized what he said, he made a face. It was there for a split second – disappearing as quickly as it appeared – but it was there nonetheless. “I’ll just match my power to whatever you use. Sound fair?” The dark-skinned human offered a short smile, but it was horribly forced. In the back of his mind, Beryl cursed himself several times over. Why did he have to be so nice and polite? Now, knowing Abzerute, he was bound to transform into one of his other two, unseen forms! Which one would it be? Beryl secretly hoped that it would be the Brute Form. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad! Brutes tended to be dumb; maybe Abzerute got stupider whenever he was in his Brute Form! That would actually make dealing with him easier! If it wasn’t obvious enough, Beryl needed any kind of reassurance he could get. As Beryl stepped away from the gravity machine’s control panel, he began to roll the sleeves of his hoodie up. He flexed his hands, opening and closing them slowly. “I’ll let you start the spar when you were ready.” There he was, being nice again. Beryl cursed himself again for his impeccable manners. Here he was, poised to spar with an Arcosian who RELISHED in terrorizing him, and he just gave Abzerute options on HOW he wanted to scare him shitless. Oh, Beryl had a feeling this was going to be bad. Very bad. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 21, 2015 11:14:27 GMT
The bronze Arcosian nodded. "Of course there are more forms. We wouldn't suppress our power beneath only the one layer of transformations." he explained to the human, as if this was obvious. He caught the sight of Beryl's face when the human made the offer of him using whichever form he found the more desirable for this sparring session. Oh how he ached at the thought of unleashing his Monster Form against the human... but given what terror and stress did to the human in their last encounter, perhaps it was best to save that one for when the two of them were properly equally matched in power level. For now.
He mulled it over though, the human even offering to match him power for power. His Brute Form would allow me to stand over Beryl in height without needing to float... but that would in turn give the human more of a target to punch. He could remove his weighted armour, but that would reduce any increases to his power that he'd acquire from this session. It was then that he noticed something absent from the human's person. "Curious to see you're not wearing your little weighted device. I didn't know you were that strapped for funding that you had to sell off your possessions in order to finance this vessel and its equipment." said the bronze Arcosian whilst he considered his options.
After the human gave his reply, the Arcosian would make up his mind. "I think it would be best to remain in my Suppressed Form for the time being. If only so I can catch up to your own power level that much more quickly." he said before smirking. "Once we're truly equal in our power, I think I'll introduce you to my Monster Form... given how you reacted with my True Form, I think that would be safer for us all." he remarked before he surged towards the human, aiming to land a punch towards the humans face with his right hand, whilst his left aimed to square into his gut. The fight was on!
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 21, 2015 17:16:20 GMT
“That weight device I had wasn’t giving me as much gains as it did when I first started using it, so I don’t feel too bad about having to sell it,” Beryl explained, motioning towards the gravity machine’s control panel with a hand. “At this point, the main thing that magnifies my training gains is intense gravity. Now that I have one of the best gravity machines currently out, I hope I start seeing rapid increases soon.” He stared at Abzerute afterwards. Beryl knew damn well that Abzerute was trying to catch up to him. It was why the Arcosian took the liberty of purchasing a gravity chamber of his own and began training alone. “Yeah, we both know you’re trying to catch up to me as quickly as possible,” Beryl stated. The stare intensified once Abzerute mentioned assuming his Monster Form whenever his power level was on par with Beryl’s. Again, the dark-skinned human became completely quiet. Although he said nothing, you could just hear him screaming at the top of his lungs inside his mind. In fact, Beryl was so fixated on the nightmarish images flooding his head that he barely noticed Abzerute blitzing him! Blinking rapidly, the ki researcher brought up his fists, body quickly shifting into a combat-ready stance. A bio-armored fist screamed towards Beryl’s face. Beryl weaved out of the way, the Arcosian’s knuckles nearly clipping his cheek. “He’s even faster than before!” He remembered when following Abzerute’s movements wasn’t difficult at all; he could practically read anything and everything that Abzerute was going to do, but now, things were different, much different. Beryl’s power level fluctuated wildly as he simultaneously tried to dodge Abzerute’s attacks while adjusting his power level to match Abzerute’s as closely as possible. Eventually, Beryl’s power level settled, right when Abzerute socked him in the stomach with a fierce hook. The human wheezed as the strike rattled his body, forcing spit to fling from his flapping lips. For a moment, he froze; then, his right hand lashed out to grab Abzerute’s left wrist while Abzerute’s fist was still pressed to his gut. If he was successful, it would just make it easier for him to launch his counterattack. Even if Beryl didn’t manage to grab Abzerute’s wrist, he’d still try to catch the bronze-colored Arcosian with a quick body shot with his left fist. That one punch would lead to nineteen more. It was an utter barrage of punches, where one punch led to the next. Jabs, hooks, straights, uppercuts – it didn’t matter. The twentieth and last punch would send Abzerute flying across the room if he was unfortunate enough to get hit by it. If that was the case, Beryl would quickly pursue after them, hoping to intercept them in mid-flight with a harsh punch to the back. “How in the world did you get so fast?!” Beryl would ask as he launched his assault. Really, he wanted to know what Abzerute’s secret was, if there was one. KP: [ 2 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl raises his PL to 7,000. He manages to dodge the punch to the face but still gets socked in the stomach. He then tries to grab Abzerute's wrist before using Quick AccessN1. If he manages to get the Quick Access off and it knocks Abzerute back, Beryl'll try to fly after Abzerute and stop him in mid-air with a punch to the back. [ Quick Access ] N1[ Demoralize ] SU |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 21, 2015 21:22:31 GMT
The bronze Arcosian's scouter bleeped and blooped as it registered where Beryl's power level was settling on, given that his little attack as well as thoughts of his Monster Form were rattling around in his head had distracted him no doubt. Of course the pause on the human's part didn't last for long as he immediately went to grab hold of Abzerute, which he did not allow to happen. He wasn't going to have a repeat of the past... although it seemed that Beryl was prepared for such an event as he attempted to slam a series of punches into him, sadly with success in doing so. Sure he could have stopped them with telekinesis, but he felt his innate Arcosian durability would more than suffice from the humans attacks. The last punch however seemed to pack just a little more power in it than he had been expecting, finding himself being shot across the room by it, with the dark-skinned human in hot pursuit of him, trying to strike his back of all places. Did this human really learn nothing from their last few sparring sessions? His tail whipped out to grab the man's arm before his blow could connect, Abzerute smirking as he sought to spin forwards, using the momentum to hurl Beryl into his own Gravity Chamber's wall in the process. "Simple." he said in reply to the man's question about how he had managed to get so much faster than before. "My solo training sessions were at thirty times Earth's gravity and forty times Earth's gravity. Under those conditions, I settled to focus on a singular aspect." informed the bronze Arcosian as he began to charge his ki into his finger tips, preparing for what appeared to be a Death Wave. "I focused on agility, speed, maneuverability." he told Beryl before firing off his attack, hoping that the human would attempt to dodge or block the arc of ki energy in some shape or form... if only to watch his reaction as the moment the blade made contact with something or someone, it would create a massive explosion wave. Abzerute chuckled at the resulting kaboom of power. "A stronger variant of my earlier technique. I like to call it my Solar Wall. A little dramatic and perhaps cliche yes, but definitely seems to fit the scene. Do you like it?" he asked of the human, assuming he could even still hear him after that explosion.
KP: 1/3SUMMARY: Abzerute gets hit by the Quick Access but then tries to hurl Beryl into a wall instead of getting back punched. Followed by explanation, then arc of death, then large kaboom upon whatever it hits. Good thing this place is reinforced  [UP2] Solar Wall: Variant of Death Wave. Identical to how Death Wave is charged and fired, it is the result that is the difference between the two techniques. Whilst Death Wave cuts through objects/people, instead when Solar Wall is fired, it creates a massive wall of explosions and fire at the impact site. |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 22, 2015 1:32:22 GMT
Arcosians were tough bastards. Yeah, they were arrogant, cocky and talked a lot of trash, but in a way, they had a right too; they could back it up after all. A thin frown slid across Beryl’s lips as he missed his initial grab. He quickly followed it up with a string of rapid-fire punches, ones so fast that his arms seemed invisible to the untrained eye. Abzerute took the punches head-on, but Beryl knew that the Changeling wasn’t hurt. Yeah, he was “hurt” in the sense that the punches caused pain, but the actual damage Beryl’s strikes caused was minimal. With his final punch sending Abzerute careening through the air, Beryl blitzed after the airborne frost demon, determined to exploit Abzerute’s vulnerable position. Beryl had learned a lot of things ever since he started sparring with Abzerute: that Abzerute was a freaking monster, that being a strictly physical fighter was exceptionally difficult to excel at, that he was much, much stronger than he gave himself credit for, both physically and mentally. However, one thing slipped his mind: Abzerute’s tail. That horrible appendage, covered from base to tip in gnarly spikes, was one of the many tools Abzerute used to his advantage. A fanged smirk curled across Abzerute’s lips as Beryl attempted to flank him. When Beryl cocked his fist back, the bony tail shot out and wrapped around the dark skinned human’s body, spikes digging into his pliable flesh. “Ow! Ow! OW!” Beryl hollered as he wiggled around in Abzerute’s grip. Unfortunately, his flailing made the spikes pierce deeper, and with a deft spin on Abzerute’s part, Beryl was hurled to the opposite side of the room. He flew through the air and collided into the wall with a thunderous bang, lucky enough not to connect with it face-first but with his back instead. “… You got a gravity machine yourself. I knew it,” Beryl grumbled as he forced himself to a stand. He felt light cuts brewing on his skin, and he fidgeted uncomfortably. “The increased gravity stressed your body to the point where you had to get faster if you wanted to be able fight and train under its effects.” The spark of sinister, purple ki caught Beryl’s attention. With a swipe of his arm, Abzerute launched a sharp, crescent of energy directly towards the ki researcher. Initially, Beryl was going to try and block it. However, he immediately dumped that idea once he sensed the sheer amount of power behind the attack. With a yelp, he darted towards the right, just as the projectile blade connected with the wall, right where he was before. A harsh explosion spread out from the impact point, blasts of concussive force rocking the gravity chamber. “What was that?!” Beryl exclaimed as he braced himself, doing his best not to topple over completely. Then, Abzerute explained what the ki crescent was. It was an improved variant of his original Death Wave, one that packed more explosive and cutting power. Images of eviscerated and gibed corpses flooded Beryl’s mind, all a product of Abzerute’s trademark “Death Wave”. Blinking rapidly, Beryl made a face once he heard what Abzerute asked of him. “What?! No! I don’t like it at all! I hate you and your fancy ki techniques!” the dark-skinned human spat. “Why would I like your ki stuff anyways?! I don’t need it! All I need are my fists!” As he spoke, Beryl darted around the room in a wide arc, arms and legs pumping. Suddenly, he changed direction and made a beeline towards Abzerute. Left fist cocked back, Beryl stopped running and proceeded to skid towards Abzerute before attempting to pop him with a wild haymaker across the face. Regardless of whether or not the attack was successful, Beryl would then throw a slew of punches at the sunburned Arcosian; he was trying to make Abzerute get into a high-speed close quarters bout with him. “You’re training really hard, and I have a feeling you aren’t just doing it to beat the Saiyans,” Beryl stated as he continued to throw punches. “What else do you have in mind? There has to be something else. I know there is!”KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets wrapped up in Abzerute’s tail and thrown to the wall. He thinks about blocking the Solar Wall but then nopes out of the way once he sensed how powerful it was. He then yells at Abzerute some before getting close and attempting to force Abzerute into trading blows with him. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 22, 2015 17:27:37 GMT
The bronze Arcosian smirked when the dark skinned human decried his techniques, declaring that all he needed were his fists. "Hypocritical don't you think, given what you're doing with those fists?" Abzerute asked the human rhetorically as Beryl ran around the room, no doubt building up momentum for a strike of his own. True to his hypothesis, the boxer scientist tried to push all his power into a punch into his face which he twisted around. It cut into his flesh but didn't do as much damage as the human had hoped for... although then came another series of rapid fire fisticuffs.
Abzerute took up a defensive stance against the onslaught which was starting to feel like a trademark of the human scientists, and along with this barrage came questions. The important question about what he had in mind beyond the Saiyans. "You really want to know?" asked the bronze Arcosian before he shot up into the air to evade the punches knowing that the human didn't know how to fly just yet, as far as he was aware. It was much easier to discuss this when he wasn't being attacked. "Look around you at the Empire since Arcose's Fall." he said to the human. "It is falling apart. It is fragmenting, it is disintegrating." he said, his fists clenching as he spoke.
"Each and every day it becomes more and more of a memory and less of a reality... all with the single act of eliminating Queen Wyntre and the destruction of my homeworld." said Abzerute. "What do I have in mind you ask? It's simple and yet also complicated." he said before folding his arms across the chest. "I intend to take the empty throne of the Empire and reforge it. It shall be reborn as something strong and powerful once more." Abzerute said.
"I shall restore Arcose as a demonstration of my capabilities across the galaxy, and should any come to challenge for the position, I shall crush them beneath my foot." explained the bronze Arcosian, his face twisting into a snarl. "Any who dare to challenge me on that day shall be asked a simple question. Where were they before then? The Empire is falling apart into ruins. There are several Arcosians out there that are stronger than I, and yet they sit around and do NOTHING! Should they even dare to challenge me, they must defend their own inactions which have led to this conclusion. The Queen is dead, there is no heir to the throne... I will not see this Empire which has stood since long before the Saiyans even had the concept of an Empire, fall into memory because of one assassination and one damned Tree." roared the Arcosian, his ki flaring around him in a violent purple aura of energy, casting him into shadows and light.
KP: 2/3
SUMMARY: Abzerute gets cut by the haymaker, gets smacked up by the multi-punches, flies up, then explains his plan for becoming Emperor.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 23, 2015 6:36:03 GMT
“Hypocritical? How am I hypocritical?! I literally just punch things!” Beryl thought as his fist crashed into Abzerute’s cheek. The haymaker, while it wasn’t particularly damaging, managed to cut Abzerute’s cheek and momentarily knock him off balance. It was then Beryl lurched forward, fists flying in an impressive combination attack. However, his assault was thwarted as Abzerute simply threw up his guard, using his natural durability to endure the seemingly countless punches hurled his way. Eventually, one of Beryl’s punches caught nothing but air, and the dark-skinned human was quick to realize that Abzerute had flown upwards, now positioned several meters in the air. Beryl was about to pursue him but stopped once he began listening to what Abzerute was saying. Arcose was now a mass grave. He had heard reports that millions upon millions of corpses littered the planet’s surface; the number of dead had reached such unnatural counts that the air was literally thick with angry, restless spirits – spirits of those who perished either during the planetary battle that occurred on Arcose or due to the life-draining Tree of Might. The Arcosian Empire was left in shambles with both the murder of its Queen and the near eradication of its people. However, Abzerute wasn’t going to let his home drift into nothingness. No, he was going to be the one to inherit the now vacant throne. “!?” Beryl’s dark-brown eyes shot wide, pupils dilating slightly. Initially, he just thought that Abzerute wanted revenge against the Saiyans – nothing more, nothing less. Now, Abzerute wanted to become Emperor of Arcose? Beryl barely had time to respond before Abzerute’s booming voice overtook the entire gravity simulation room. The Arcosian’s visage contorted, influenced by both passion and rage. An angered snarl stretched across his face, white canine teeth glinting dangerously. Sinister, purple ki enshrouded his body, stray bolts of bio-electricity cackling along his form. A gust swept throughout the spacious chamber. Beryl braced himself; now, he was starting to wonder if asking Abzerute about his plans and motives was a good idea. “… I – I didn’t realize you wanted to become Emperor,” Beryl replied, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the whoosh of wind and the cracks of lightning. “As long as you aren’t cruel, I think you can do it, Abzerute. You can’t just be like the other leaders before you. You have to—” With a grunt, the human cut himself off. What was he thinking? Did he really believe that? Beryl wasn't so certain. Steadily, Beryl floated up into the air, his ascent stopping once he was at the same height off the ground as Abzerute. Well, it looked like he could fly after all! “But what about me, Abzerute? Are you just using me to help yourself become Emperor? Where do I fit in all of this?” He hoped excessively that neither Abzerute nor Koldar was using him like a pawn, a tool for their own advancement. It was one of the terms Beryl laid down once he decided to help Abzerute and Koldar with the revitalization of the Arcosian Empire. Now that he heard that Abzerute had his sights set on becoming the newest Arcosian Emperor, Beryl was now starting to feel uneasy and for good reason. “I just want to know the truth; that’s all.” Even though the two of them were discussing, Beryl didn’t drop his guard. He kept his dukes up, brow sloped downward. While he hoped for the best, he prepared himself for the worst. KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl screams internally as Abzerute turns the gravity chamber into hell. He then FINALLY reveals that he knows how to fly and then starts asking Abzerute some very important questions. Oh, he also thought Abzerute would be a good Emperor, but now he isn't so sure anymore. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 23, 2015 10:52:35 GMT
The bronze Arcosian sighed, the aura around him dimming till it was gone once more. "I did not initially seek the position. Personally I do not find it very appealing as it would mean less time researching and more time dealing with bickering children." he said before he growled again. "But the inactions of others have forced me to conclude that they are far too embroiled in their petty squabbling and factions to ever do anything. Hence why I am taking this course of action." he informed the dark skinned human, who was now trying to figure out what sort of Emperor Abzerute would be like.
"I will do what is needed in order to re-establish the Arcosian Empire. If that means being harsh and cruel to bring it to heel, then so be it. The time for coddling and good will may come later, but when a child is misbehaving and being unruly, you don't use mere words to discipline them and make them behave do you?" he asked of the scientist. The human scientist then wanted to know where he stood in all of this. Wondering if he was a pawn in the workings and machinations of the Arcosians.
Abzerute pondered this for a moment. "For the moment I suppose we are using each other to become stronger." he answered after some thinking. "I am using you in order to increase my power far more rapidly than I could on my own so that I may attain the power that is required to ensure dominance of the throne. As soon as someone tries to take that seat of power, cockroaches will spill forth from the woodwork, each of them seeking to take it for themselves or try to defy the one on the throne." he explained, before going on with the rest of his thoughts. "And in turn, you are using me, unconsciously perhaps, to become stronger as well, to develop your techniques further." he said, motioning towards the dark-skinned human scientist.
"Consider our sessions together... each time we fight, you develop one or three new techniques. And then there was that surge of power that erupted from deep inside of you when last we fought... even now you are trying to figure out how to bring that to the fore once more aren't you?" asked the bronze Arcosian as he floated there. "Such power hidden inside of you... if you could tap into that at will, imagine how many foes you would be able to bring down before they could become a threat, or harm any more people? In theory you could probably even take on a Super Saiyan with that much power hidden inside of you." Abzerute suggested.
KP:3/3
SUMMARY: Long winded speech and explanations blah blah blah
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 23, 2015 23:45:12 GMT
The copious amounts of ki bursting from the Arcosian’s body steadily became more and more tranquil; eventually, the aura dissipated entirely, allowing Abzerute to recollect his thoughts and explain himself thoroughly. The position of Emperor didn’t appeal to Abzerute at first; however, he was pushed to take matters into his own hands as others around him were more interested in fighting amongst themselves rather than rebuilding their shattered Empire to be bigger and better than before. “You just have to be careful about being cruel and harsh, Abzerute. I’ve talked to people here on Aoi Brenchia, and a lot of them are dissatisfied with the way they are treated by the Arcosians. If enough people get angry, they’re going to rebel, and it’s going to fragment the Arcosian Empire even more. There’s nothing wrong with being stern, but -- … don’t make people suffer more than they already have.” Beryl’s shoulders slumped once Abzerute admitted to using him to make him stronger. “… I had a feeling you’ve just been using me,” the Earthling mumbled, head tilting downward. He did have a really nice ship, along with the best gravity machine available on the market. He should’ve known that Abzerute would simply use him for his possessions; what else did Beryl honestly expect? “I’m using you?” Beryl questioned, head tilting up once more. His eyebrows lifted upwards. “No, I’m not using you, Abzerute. It’s just—“ He stopped once the sun-burned Arcosian asked him to think about the training sessions the two of them had done ever since they met. Beryl recounted the experiences; they mostly consisted of him freaking out and doing his best not to get absolutely obliterated. However, Beryl remembered when Abzerute changed into his True Form and almost beat him to death, and the culmination of stress and fear caused Beryl to awaken a small fraction of the enormous power locked away inside him. “I still don’t know exactly what happened. Just when you were about to kill me, I just felt stronger. The pain started to lessen; my body started to move again, and I just acted. Even now, what happened is still a blur to me,” Beryl said, still hovering in the air. “I want to be able to do more than just beat a Super Saiyan. I want to make a difference in this galaxy. This galaxy … it’s going to hell. Everyone who’s in power right now is either dead or incompetent. Even my home, Earth, is in shambles, and the government isn’t doing anything to help or stop that. I’m going to make a change to that.”Suddenly, his fists clenched tightly, brow sloping downward. “And now I find out you’ve been using me this entire time?” Suddenly, Beryl burst forward towards Abzerute, the wind screaming as he darted through the air. His left fist cocked back, and with a vicious swing, he attempted to sock Abzerute right in the center of his face. There was something different about this punch though; it was much more powerful than any of Beryl’s usual strikes. Even if Abzerute avoided it, he would be able to feel the sheer amount of force behind the strike. If Abzerute was unfortunate enough to be hit, he’d be hurled across the room like a ragdoll with the chance of him colliding into the opposite wall like a squashed insect. KP: [ 1 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets mad since he thinks Abzerute's just been using/manipulating him and tries to hit him with a Capsule Breaker [5280PL]. [ Capsule Breaker ] UP2[ Demoralize ] SU |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 24, 2015 0:45:02 GMT
The bronze Arcosian sighed as the human misinterpreted his words. Not a surprise really given how humans view things, but still somewhat irritating. "You're slightly mistaken in your interpretation of my terminology... my own mistake perhaps given the cultural differences between our two peoples." he said with some thought, listening as Beryl explained his frustrations with his own world. He spread his arms wide as his words appeared to match his own earlier, just on a grander scale.
"Precisely my point Beryl! Imagine what could be accomplished with myself on the throne of the Arcosian Empire, and yourself as Earth's ruler when you attain enough strength, power and resources-" he was saying before the human surged towards him rather rapidly. And looking rather unhappy at the way their little discussion had been going.
"Oh bollocks." he groaned before getting smashed in my the punch and getting slammed into the wall, blood spattering out from his mouth from the impact. He descends to the floor and stabilises himself, cracking his neck and shoulders a little in the process. "That... that right there... could you do that before our sessions?" he asked of the human scientist, wanting to engage his intellectual capacity. "Was that a move you considered creating before we began? Or, did that come to you just now in the heat of the moment?" he inquired.
"Whenever people train together, they are using one another to increase their own power, to hone their techniques. Why do you think so many tales tell of a master taking on many students?" he asked Beryl as he considered how best to proceed. He smirked as a thought came to him. "Because the master knows that the students will play off of one another, each one seeking to outdo their rival." the bronze Arcosian explained.
He charged ki in both of his hands at their fingertips before firing off not just one, but two Death Waves at once in a cross formation, one following behind the second rather closely. "Another variant of mine. The Guillotine Cross." explained Abzerute as the arcs of energy streaked towards Beryl. "I developed it with the purpose of erasing the threat of a Saiyan's tail. A single Death Wave could be blocked, as you demonstrated last time we sparred... however, could they block the second one that is coming right behind the first in time?" he inquired, wondering how Beryl would proceed.
KP: 1/3
SUMMARY: Abzerute gets smacked by the Capsule Breaker, points out to Beryl some stuff, talks some more, then fires off a Guillotine Cross!
[UP2] Guillotine Cross: Identical to a normal Death Wave except for one difference. Instead of using just a single hand to fire off one Death Wave, Abzerute utilises both hands to fire off one after another in a quick succession, sending off two Death Waves at once. 66% PL total, each Death Wave has 33% PL.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 24, 2015 8:43:16 GMT
Was Abzerute still trying to talk? Oops. Beryl’s ki-enhanced punch cut the Arcosian’s speech short, sending him reeling towards the other side of the room. Once Abzerute smashed into the wall, Beryl brought his left fist back towards his body, frown still curled across his lips. “Me? Earth’s leader? I don’t want to be Earth’s leader, Abzerute! Besides, even if I wanted to, I don’t have the experience to lead an entire planet!” Blood spilled from the Changeling’s mouth, causing Beryl to lift his eyebrows in mild surprise. He then peered down at his left hand; since when did he learn how to hit that hard? Even though Abzerute spit up blood, he recovered from the bruising punch without too much trouble, going so far as to crack his neck and loosen his shoulders. “He’s so tough. It’s – it’s impressive,” Beryl pondered, still hovering up in the air. “When he’s as strong as me, it’s going to be unreal how much punishment he’s going to be able to take ...” It was then Abzerute pointed out Beryl’s stone-crushing punch. “… You’re right. I couldn’t do it before,” the dark-skinned human blatantly admitted. “I learned how to do it once I started sparring with you. Unlike you and many others, I can’t use my ki in order to use energy techniques. Ki blasts, beams, lasers – I can’t do any of that. The only thing I have on my side is straight martial arts.” He held up his hands for emphasis. “I was forced to find a way to make my situation work; otherwise, there would be no way I could beat other trained fighters, especially someone like you.” The analogy with the students and the master made Beryl narrow his eyes, hands flexing once more. “We’re rivals, aren’t we?” he questioned. “You wouldn’t be this hell-bent on constantly training if a rivalry didn’t exist between us. Is that why you got a gravity machine to use on your own?”There it was – the familiar flash of purple ki. Beryl tensed, but before he knew it, two violet crescents of ki oriented in a cross formation sped towards him. In a gasp, he crossed his arms up in front of his body, a last ditch defense. The two scythes sliced into Beryl, and they sent the human scientist barreling down towards the ground. Beryl hit the floor hard, gasping in pain as he continued skidding along the ground on his back before finally coming to a halt. The Guillotine Cross, as dubbed by Abzerute, was a technique originally intended for lopping off Saiyan tails; however, Beryl could definitely see how this particular technique would be excellent for general evisceration. With a huff and wheeze, Beryl pushed himself up to a stand, blood dripping from his cut arms. He saw the lacerations and momentarily froze, eyes widening. He really needed to watch out for Abzerute’s ki techniques now. “Nice move, I guess,” Beryl said as he brought his fists up. The cuts from Abzerute’s tail from earlier still ached and stung but not enough for Beryl to stop fighting. Bending his knees, the Earthling suddenly lurched forward, arms pumping as he sped towards Abzerute. Once Beryl got into striking range, he’d attempt to smash Abzerute’s head down with an overhead right hook before immediately trying to launch him straight into the air with a harsh left uppercut. “What is there to misunderstand, Abzerute? You’ve been using me this entire time! It’s not like you even consider me a friend, right?!”KP: [ 2 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl says some more stuff and gets hit by the Guillotine Cross. He kind of freaks out at seeing his own blood before trying to catch Abzerute with the ol' one-two. Oh yeah, and he's still mad. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 24, 2015 12:37:56 GMT
"And you think I have the experience to lead an entire empire?" quipped the bronze Arcosian with a smirk on his face as Beryl decried the idea of him becoming Earth's ruler. Then the human got all emotional again about the being used part of the conversation earlier, trying to punch him several times. He moved his arm into position to guard against the right hook, growling as the left uppercut caught him in the jaw. He rubbed his chin a little after the impact, feeling the cartilidges shifting a little. "The word friend doesn't exist in the Arcosian language." he explained to the dark-skinned human. This seemed as appropriate a time as any for a brief history and cultural lesson.
"Arcose was a desolate world even before the Tree was planted, but there was one small portion of it that teemed with life. This was the world we evolved and grew from." Abzerute began to instruct the human. "A world that tried to kill us with every breath we took, with each step we made... it was a world where only those fit to survive did so. Even family used one another, each one seeking to supplant the other in the hierarchy. Those with the power could afford the luxuries that came with it." explained the bronze Arcosian to the human. He shrugged his shoulders before he began to fire off a barrage of ki blasts from his hands.
"Arcosians only use those that they consider to be useful. I am using Koldar just as he is using me. He is using me to advance his recruiting drive by showing that powerful warriors are flocking to him, and I am using him for resources to acquire further improvements to my own power." said Abzerute above the cacophony of explosions and fire. "Just as I use you to increase my power to ensure a secure transition of power, you are using me to hone your techniques and increase your own power as well." he said, despite what the human may think.
"Look at how far your power and skills have jumped since our first session together." he pointed out as an example. "When we first started, you were just over sixty thousand units in the power scale. Now? I'd estimate your power to have reached the ninety thousands. And we've only sparred together twice till now." he said, placing another nail into the coffin that was his point of conversation.
Will add in summary later. dashing off to relatives
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