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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 25, 2015 5:46:38 GMT
Beryl’s right fist collided with Abzerute’s arm, the force of the impact sending gusts of wind exploding from the impact point. With a quick shift in position, Beryl threw a hard uppercut at Abzerute’s exposed chin. The blow connected, sending Abzerute a foot or so up into the air. Fists clenched, Beryl was about to try and nail some more hits on the Arcosian, but he stopped when Abzerute spoke up again. “The word “friend” doesn’t exist in the Arcosian language?” Beryl repeated in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"Abzerute went on to explain what he meant. The Arcosians were forged on a cruel, harsh, unforgiving world, one that did not care if you had friends or not. The strong lived and prospered; the weak either followed or perished. The more Abzerute informed him about the history of the Arcosians and how it melded their culture, the more horrified Beryl came. He took a cautious step back, eyes wide. Ki sparked within the sun-burned Frost Demon’s palms. Beryl gasped and backpedaled as quickly as he could, just as the ki barrage was let loose. “Crap!” The ki barrage swarmed him, and Beryl punched, slapped and deflected whatever ki blasts he could. Abzerute kept up the rapid fire, speaking all the while about the relationship he had with Koldar and Beryl. Perhaps Beryl and Koldar were using each other; however, Koldar didn’t really seem like the manipulative type to Beryl. The war-hardened captain had a strong sense of camaraderie and duty; looking after his soldiers and people was top priority, and ever since the Arcosian Empire had met its untimely, albeit temporary demise to the Saiyan Solar Empire, he was that much more determined to restore his home to its former glory than ever. Abzerute and Beryl’s relationship was an interesting one to say the least. At the moment, Beryl didn’t even know what to consider Abzerute. At first, Beryl considered him a shaky acquaintance, since he was unsure whether Abzerute truly wanted to cooperate with him or just find any reason to vaporize him. The two of them hadn’t known each other for very long; still, they were finding so much about each other with every encounter. It terrified Beryl that his massive jump of power wouldn’t have been possible if Abzerute wasn’t tormenting and pushing him. His hands stung from punching and smacking the incoming ki blasts. The Earthling’s guard began to falter, and a few ki blasts managed to sneak through. They collided into Beryl’s cut-up arms, scorching hot ki pouring into his open wounds. He wanted to scream, but for whatever reason, he didn’t. That feeling from before – when Abzerute was beating him to death – began to surface once more. It was only a fraction of what it was before, but it was enough for Beryl to fight through the pain. Legs tensing, he darted forward, fists flying as he slugged the incoming ki blasts hard enough to dissipate them into harmless, shiny particles. Beryl made a beeline towards Abzerute, the fifty times normal gravity did little to slow his approach. “You’re … wrong, Abzerute!” Beryl yelled over the small fires cackling around the gravity chamber. He reflected an incoming ki blast back towards Abzerute with a well-placed jab and continued bolting forward. Whether or not Abzerute was hit, Beryl attempted to drive his left elbow right into the center of the Arcosian’s chest. “I’ve agreed to help you and Koldar rebuild your home! I’m not even part of the Arcosian Empire and yet I still care about it!” He then darted around the slightly smaller fighter, hands shooting out towards Abzerute’s bony, spiny tail. Beryl would try to grab onto it if he could, and if he did, he’d immediately turn and start spinning around in a tight circle, whirling Abzerute around and around. “I’m getting nothing out of helping you guys out! Has it ever crossed your mind that I’m simply helping just out of good will or maybe that I consider you a friend worth having?!” Given that Beryl actually managed to grab Abzerute, he’d then let go of the Changeling, potentially sending them sailing through the air like some kind of living cannonball. KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl's basically like "What the hell?! WE ARE FRIENDS," and then he does his best to defend against the ki blasts. He gets hit by some of them though. Then, Beryl closes the distance between him and Abzerute, blocking ki blasts all the while. Beryl smacks one in particular back at Abzerute and tries to elbow Abzerute in the chest before trying to pick him up by the tail, spin him around and throw him Mario style. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 26, 2015 22:22:19 GMT
The bronze Arcosian watched as the human literally punched the ki blasts he was firing at him into motes of light. To consider that as even being an option... he'd seen and heard of warriors merely swatting aside blasts like they were nothing but annoying insects, but to simply destroy them with your bare hands... He found himself smirking at such a discovery, at such a revelation. True it was doing some measure of harm to the human's own flesh, but that was something his Arcosian physiology would be able to withstand and improve upon. Beryl even went so far as to reflect one of his blasts directly back at him with his punches!
Abzerute detonated the ki blast before it could do himself any damage, but the human used that time to break through his defenses and jab him in his chest with an elbow. The blow itself winded him a little, but what really took his breath was the fact that Beryl was still trying to deny that he was trying to gain anything from their sessions together. He growled a little at the sheer sentimentality of it all. Confusion soon followed with the fact that the dark skinned human scientist was grabbing hold of his tail, purposely shoving his spines into his delicate flesh.
The reasoning soon became evident though as Beryl began to spin on the spot, whilst still spilling out from his mouth human sentimentality. When Beryl finally let go he flew for a bit but stopped himself short from smacking completely into the wall. "No it never crossed my mind." he yelled over to the human scientist. "The helping out of good will? There is no such thing as altruism in this galaxy. Even those who call themselves heroes only do so for the feeling it gives them, or the sheer vanity of the adulation of the masses." said Abzerute. "And as for friendship? There is no such magical thing as friendship. It is merely a group of individuals benefiting from one another in mutual usage of one another given a pretty name." he declared, feeling a twinge in his chest as he spoke.
He accredited that to the blow from earlier as he began to address the crux of Beryl's final question. "And what made you consider me as a friend worth having anyway? As far as the back of your mind is concerned, and quite possibly the forefront as well, I'm the monster lurking in the shadows of your nightmares!" he roared before firing off another of his Solar Wall energy waves, following it up with a rapid fire succession of ki blasts.
KP: 1/3 SUMMARY: Abzerute gets chest smacked, flung around, talks about how friendship and good will dont exist, feels a twinge, then proceeds to fire off exploding death waves and ki blasts, whilst declaring that he's the monster in Beryl's nightmares, why'd Beryl think of him as a friend?
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 27, 2015 19:18:44 GMT
Beryl should’ve figured that Abzerute had remote control of his ki blasts; the Arcosian simply imploded the incoming sphere of energy with nothing but a simple mental thought. However, Abzerute wasn’t able to avoid or defend against the elbow strike. It was enough to wind him a little, enough for Beryl to grab his tail and swing him around. Even as the tail spines dug into his palms, Beryl didn’t relent in his grip. He hurled Abzerute with all of his might, but Abzerute managed to recover with ease. Glaring, Beryl pivoted to face the hovering Changeling. Blood dripped from his cut palms; he ignored it for the time being. All of his attention was on Abzerute. Horror-struck, the dark-skinned human listened as the frost demon tried to tear apart his reality, only to reshape it into a torment-filled nightmare. No good will? No friendship? What kind of galaxy was worth living in if none of those things existed? However, the thing that really terrified Beryl was Abzerute declaring himself as the one that Beryl feared most, the monster that plagued his nightmares and shattered his dreams. For a moment, Beryl froze. His mind wandered, scrounging up memories of his recent, near sleepless nights. Every time he drifted into deep slumber, he had nightmares, vivid ones. Every single one of them had something in common: Abzerute was in them. Red eyes seething with malice, mouth curled into a white, fanged smile, voice distorted to a deep, demonic tone – the Arcosian’s appearance was just as horrifying as his actions. He beat Beryl senseless, not opting to finish him off in one, clean blow, but rather to torture him, making it as slow and painful as physically possible. From every single nightmare, Beryl eventually jolted awake, eyes wide and face sweaty. However, in this case, the nightmare was happening right before him; there was no waking up from it. Silent, Beryl stared as the Solar Wall blitzed towards him. Suddenly, the researcher clenched his left fist tight and in a startling display, he punched the explosive wave of ki with such power that it dissipated on contact in a blast of smoke and flame. The force seemed to rock the entire gravity chamber, and in the midst of it, Beryl stood defiantly, bloody fist still outstretched. “I’m not scared of you!” he fibbed before launching into the air. Yes, it was a blatant lie, but at the moment, Beryl was more concerned with besting his "nightmare". His fists flew as he slugged the incoming ki blasts; each one he managed to get disintegrated into harmless, flashy particles of light. However, just when he was about to get close, a few of the blasts managed to catch him in the chest. He recoiled backwards, face contorting in obvious pain as he spun through the air, leaving himself in a vulnerable position. “Abzerute can’t be right! I won’t let him be right! I’ve got to keep fighting!”KP: [ 1 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl's terrified now as he truly wonders if Abzerute's truly the monster in his nightmares. Maybe he is. Either way, Beryl uses Grass Cutter [5280 PL] to destroy the incoming Solar Wall [4548 PL]. Then, he tries to get close to Abzerute, but gets sent flying backwards by some of the ki blasts. He's trying to recover before Abzerute GETS HIM. [ Grass Cutter ] UP2Grass Cutter allows Beryl's physical strikes to deal piercing and cutting damage. It doesn’t matter if the strike is a punch, elbow, headbutt, kick, knee or anything in between; they all cut the same. This technique can allow Beryl to deliver frightening cuts and lacerations; if the blow is powerful enough, he can even lop off limbs or slice people in half with a single punch. This is a messy technique for sure, but it’s quite lethal as well. Deals 66% of PL in damage. [ Demoralize ] SU Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 28, 2015 16:08:50 GMT
Abzerute watched as the human simply punched his Solar Wall into nothing, his face lighting up from the resulting explosion of energies with satisfaction. What he found more satisfying though was the state that Beryl was in... he was terrified, he was bloody, he was exhausted, he was in serious pain and agony... and yet still he wanted to push on, to continue fighting. He was conscious of his terror, he was aware of his nightmares... and yet even though he is aware of all this, he still wanted to fight.
It was something that, begrudgingly, impressed him about the human species. They were weaker than the Arcosians in terms of how much they could take. They were weaker than the Saiyans in terms of how much they could dish out. They didn't have the flexibility nor regenerative qualities of the Namekians so their wounds took longer to heal. And yet despite all of that, or perhaps in spite of all of it, they continued to soldier on. They continued to fight. They had managed to repulse the Saiyan invasion of Earth according to the reports he'd been managing to acquire. Against such overwhelming power, they had succeeded against their foe. Is this why Wyntre spent so much time on Earth? he briefly wondered as he watched the human slug his way through the ki blasts. To try and figure out how and why they continued like this?
When Beryl found himself knocked backwards, the Arcosian held a single finger towards the human and began to charge his energies at its tip. "I ask you once more Beryl Roarke, as you didn't give me an answer to the question." he called over as he prepared to fire. "Why do you consider me a friend?" He looked at the human floating there, it would be so easy to just end him right here and now. His position and stance were completely open, unable to defend himself... so why hadn't he fired yet? What was he waiting for? Why was he hesitating to fire?
The bronze Arcosian awaited the humans answer before lowering his hand, the collected energy dissipating slowly. He began to descend to the floor and make his way for the artificial gravity field chamber's exit. "This ship would probably serve you better as a full on laboratory and research facility. You've certainly got the space now. I'll send some of the more inclined locals your way. You can figure out a field of research from there." said the Arcosian with an almost flippant disregard for the situation. "Who knows, you may even be able to figure out a way to maybe reverse the Tree Of Might's process on Arcose, if given enough minds to work with. Stranger things happen in this universe." said Abzerute as he left, raising a single hand in farewell to the human.
PL for this please :3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 31, 2015 17:00:09 GMT
Humans might have been weak physically, but their mental toughness and strength was something truly astounding. Most would’ve given up after what Beryl had seen and endured. However, the dark-skinned human didn’t give up. Instead, he kept pushing forward, determined to prove to everyone and most importantly, himself, that he was able to contend with the best out there. With a grunt, Beryl skid to a halt, stopping just short of the opposite wall. He continued hovering in the air, spotting the ki flashing within the Changeling’s extended fingers. “I thought you were a friend because—“ He took a moment to collect his thoughts; he wanted to make sure that he was answering the question truthfully. “Because you’re helping me. That’s why.”Maybe the answer was good enough; maybe it wasn’t. Whatever the reason, Abzerute stopped charging his ki. The malicious, purple energy disappeared from his fingers, and the frost demon hovered down towards the ground. Then, Abzerute spoke, telling the human scientist that he was now well than more equipped to launch entire, widescale research projects by himself. The ship had plenty of space, an abundance of it, and Abzerute recognized Beryl’s scientific abilities from the beginning. While Abzerute did bring up decent points, the whole suggestion rubbed Beryl the wrong way. It was as if Abzerute was telling him that he wasn’t cut out to be a fighter, that his efforts would be better suited for research rather than intense training. Discovering a counter to the Tree of Might’s life-stealing abilities would be a grand discovery indeed, but in all, it would still mean nothing if Beryl wasn’t able to defend himself or others he cared about. Once Abzerute left, Beryl descended towards the ground. His sneakers hit the padded floor with a thump. Blood soaked his clothing. The injuries looked gruesome, but they weren’t crippling. “… I shouldn’t be surprised that he never considered me a friend. I guess that’s what I get for always hoping for the best in people,” Beryl mused as he walked slowly towards the gravity simulation terminal. It was still configured to augment the gravity in the chamber to fifty times normal gravity. Beryl tapped away at its holographic interface, increasing the gravity to one hundred and thirty times normal gravity. The gravity in the room was so concentrated that the air took on a reddish hue. With a grunt, Beryl tilted his body forward as gravity fell down on him like an iron veil. He was beat-up; he was hurt, and he was tired, but his determination overrode his desire to stop and rest. Earlier, he had a feeling that something inside him was close to being unlocked. He only sensed a sample of it, a tiny, tiny, miniscule amount. However, the power was still enormous, and if the strength was that amazing from such a small sample, then the full power must be something truly grand. Was this the “Spiritual Enlightenment” that he had read about? There had been several reports of monks that have reached this level of power through incredibly intense physical and mental training, their spirits steeled by cleansing epiphany. Beryl had an inkling that he was close to that point. The wounds on his body and in his mind were only temporary, but the strength he’d gain after tearing down his barriers would be permanent. SUMMARY: Beryl just feels defeated after the whole ordeal, but he decides to NEVER GIVE UP. YEAH. Abzerute
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 31, 2015 19:38:38 GMT
Abzerute -- 27,569 + 11642 [!!] = 39,211 PL
Since I can't grade my own stuff, I'll put a separate request.
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 3, 2016 5:28:44 GMT
Beryl, your Word Count is 6185 and your PL Gains are: 13,608!
Current PL Total: 110,183 > New PL Total: 123,790!
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