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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 5:18:36 GMT
(Heavy Weights on) Thread PL: 16, 031 / Weighted PL: 4007.75
@shock3600
For Nabel, every day that he wasted lounging like a sitting duck in South Capitol city was like spending another year in Hell, but much, much worse. At least in Hell, the demon didn't look too out of place. Even with his bizarre appearance, the denizens of the Home For Infinite Losers were varied and cultured (or perhaps, uncultured) enough to not give a damn. Here, on the other hand, the young man was regarded as little more than a freak show. Even if Nabel understood why he was ostracized by Earthlings, the young man couldn't help but feel the full brunt of the resentment that he inspired in other people. Which was why Nabel was cautious in his dealings in South Capitol. Here, in spite of the heat, he was forced to wear the hood of his brown cloak, hiding his rotting, bleeding skin from the outside world. "The least flesh these people see, the better. Trust me lad, you don't wanna get caught for public indecency... Unless you're into that sort of thing." That was his old master's first (non-alcohol) related lesson, and with the violence in South Capitol coming to a rise recently, the cyclops was apt to follow this piece of advice. So with that, Nabel sat on the roof of the cheap motel he stayed in, his single, bloodshot eye focused on the skies. At any given moment, someone (or something) could come and break the pretend peace that littered the area's disgusting air. And Nabel would be ready.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 5:40:00 GMT
Heavy Weights on A single frame stood still. A marionette, long and taller than a human. Black with a white face, with purple tears dripping down its face. Electricity began running through Drake’s brain, his conscious finally waking. His eyes opened. One organic, one robot. Through the robotic one, he could could his scouter’s map up at will. He stared, his body frozen. Slowly, he rose up. He was alive. He saw his final moments, the shockwave tearing him apart. Now he was alive. He looked at his body, very confused. His right arm wasn’t wooden anymore, some sort of synthetic flesh covering it. He felt his left leg, no longer crippled. He could tell the bone was replaced by metal. He then felt his face. One side was normal, one was.... not. The right side felt almost, rubbery. It still seemed like real skin, but he knew it wasn’t. The robotic eye proved something was different. He knew he was different, not human anymore. But why? A single song began to play in his head. www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHne36sGjbkHe had never heard it before, why was it there? The marionette flashed in his vision again, but this time he felt a word from it. “Destroy.” Drake flew up, and rocketed towards the city. Drake watched the humans scurrying about the city. Humans. Not what he was. But something weaker. He knew he wasn’t at full power, it felt like he was wearing his weighted clothes. It must be something built in, to his robotic parts making him weaker for now. But he would fix this. For now, however, this would do. He scanned the city around him, his built in scouter looking for power levels. He noticed one, but it was puny. A mere four thousand or so. Even with his power being at seven thousand or so he could take him. Drake, floated down into the city, and began rapidly launching weak Ki shots. |
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 6:56:16 GMT
Nabel can't sense energy, but he sure as hell can feel a ki blast that's barely managed to miss his head. And well, let's just say he doesn't appreciate that, at all. In fact, given the amount of stress he's been under as of late, the demon should have probably been a lot more pissed than is right now. But given his fractured emotional state and current 'business' mindset, it isn't too surprising to see that he wasn't very inclined to stop whatever was attacking the city. It's not like he cared about the people of South Capitol. Hell, why should he? They've done nothing for Nabel but cause him pain. Every single problem in Nabel's life could be pinned on South Capitol, or even the entirety of the Southern Islands. They stole him away from his (imaginary) friends and (non-existent) family. They jailed him like a dog and hid him away from the world. They treated him as nothing more than the evil, little bastard that he was born to be, but never became.
So why was he so concerned about this invader? It wasn't like the warrior was doing anything particularly note-worthy. The Ki-Blasts it fired seemed weak enough. And there wasn't too much property damage so far. The authorities could take care of this, Nabel was sure of it. All he had to was wait things out, and the BBA or the Z-Fighters or whatever would come over and deal with this joker. He didn't have to get involved. Trying to play hero would be a stupid idea. Nabel couldn't risk dying, not when he had an entire kingdom to feed. (Granted, said kingdom consisted of less than a bunker full of individuals, but he was working on it.) No sir, Nabel was going to play it safe. He was just going to sit down on the roof, where his earphones to drown out the screaming, and order pizza.
"OH GODDDAMMIT." Nabel yelled to no one in particular, as he flew off the base of the roof and took to the skies, looking for the offending party. "Hey you!" The demon called out with a booming voice, as he couldn't sense whatever the hell was attacking. "Do you maybe wanna grab a coffee?! You stressed out or something?!" He asked loudly, still unaware of where his opponent was. "Seriously, what do you need to chill, mystery attacky thing?!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 7:10:21 GMT
Drake stared at the hooded figure who was disturbing him. He wanted to attack the city he could- but did he even want to? It didn’t matter, it looked like it was time for a fight. He looked around, his eye scouter scanning for any potential hidden enemies. It appeared he was good to go. “You! What are you hiding under that clothing, you're not weak like these humans here,” he said, ignoring the fact that he very clearly appeared to be human. “Have a taste, of my Ballistic Beam Blade!” he said putting his hands together. A blade of light, heat, Ki, and now electricity has his robotics joined in shot forward with a beam behind it.
[UP2]Ballistic Beam Blade- 4,510 Power Level
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 7:28:20 GMT
"Drugs, probably." The demon answers sarcastically, just now turning to face the voice's direction. "You know, on account of me being al- Nabel freezes, cutting himself off upon finally spotting the burst of light and energy caught between the angry human's palm. "Is that a ki wave?" The man asks, though he wouldn't have to receive an answer.
“Have a taste, of my Ballistic Beam Blade!”
"It is then." The demon frowns, as the burst of energy is sent directly into his way. Nabel couldn't gauge how strong the attack was, but he knew damn well that if he didn't try to counter it, than it may have just been the end for him. So with that, he lets loose a massive laugh, letting a wave of ki release from his chest to match the beam. Not that it would do much to stop it.
[N1]Jack Attack = 1322.56PL
KP: 2/3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 7:36:40 GMT
KP was at ⅓ after last turn’s attack.
Drake watched as the enemy let out a laugh. What was he thinking? He double checked his power level, and it was still low. What was that supposed to do? His eyes went wide as Ki erupted out of him. However, his scouter confirmed it was a bit over one thousand power level. What would that do? His attack was four times the power of that! His technique shot towards the enemy.... laugh? He predicted that it would easily penetrate the enemy's attack and make it through to try to hit. He flew up higher, resting himself so he could attack full power.
No tech used, so now at 3/3 KP
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 8:06:00 GMT
"That was fun..." was the only thing Nabel could get in edge wise, before being blasted right out of the sky with a satisfying KABLAM.. Despite being barely conscious and rapidly falling towards the solid ground, Nabel couldn't help but let out a small series of laughs, none of which were loaded with ki, thankfully. Funny things just happen sometimes, and in Nabel's fragile, little eye this was pretty damn hilarious. He was here to do business, not be attacked by a psychotic martial artist. The demon was no hero, something which was made abundantly clear by as he CRASHED into the concrete streets, still laughing like a stoner on his first high, or my father after his first divorce. Either, or, if you know what I'm saying.
No tech used. 3/3 charge
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 8:12:17 GMT
Messed up last post, i'm now at ⅔ KP not 3/3 KP
Drake watched as his foe was blasted into the sky. He kept track of the foe his scouter, watching the location as it got further and further. He soared through the skies after his new found prey, flying high in the sky. It felt good to be powerful. He scanned until the same weak power level appeared. He dropped down, changing to a hover when he got closer. “I hope you’re ready for some fun!” he yelled with laughter, feeling good to be powerful.
Now I’m at KP 3/3
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 8:45:01 GMT
"I hope you're ready to- something-something..." Nabel sighs, wheezing for air, as he lay down on his back. At least he wasn't dead, or anything. "I-I'm bad at comebacks. Can you give me a sec?" He cracks his head to the side and coughs out a little blood, before slowly picking himself off the ground, as he struggled to regain his footing. The attack messed the cyclops up pretty badly, it seems. That's the impression one gets from his shallow breathing and lazy glare forward, at the very least. Not that any of that would be enough to put him out of commission. After all, the demon wasn't raised by a scrapper like Chuck to be a wussy who backed out of fights at the merest hint of pain. No, sir, not at all. He was raised to be a raging alcoholic with no plans in life outside of getting drunk, getting into brawls, and getting into drunken brawls. If anything, the latter was arguably much worse. If only for how much it disregarded the concept of self-preservation completely, and replaced it with drunken machismo. Social Darwinists everywhere would have probably hated Chuck. And for good reason, the man was Chuck Lee Ray. In life or in death, you either loved him, hated him or didn't know him, nothing in between.
"Thanks for the sec. That was very kind of you. Except it wasn't, because it was a sec. And nothing more..." Nabel gasped a bit, still breathing heavily. "T-that was sarcasm." He clarified with a sigh, before snapping at attention, and bringing his single arm up to face the sky. An evil (no other words to describe it) wave of ki forced its way into the atmosphere, causing the air around the demon to crackle with purple energy. Within an instant, a tiny, polyester clown appeared, and sat beside Nabel, making the already minuscule demon look slightly more presentable. The toy suddenly began moving, and chuckled with a high-pitched tone, as it danced around its master's feet, before looking up at the Android.
"I'm guessing talking it out didn't work." The doll said, its calm, feminine way of speech clashing with its earlier laugh. "More fun for me then." It giggled once more. "Should I break him, sir Jerry?"
"N-no, not yet." Nabel crossed his arms, and sighed. "We can still try settling things peacefully." He then turned his gaze towards the Android. "Can we please stop this now? It'll get less funny if we go on. Get my drift?"
[Special] Poltergeist - summoned 20,000PL guard
Nabel KP: 0/3
Poltergeist KP: 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 9:06:26 GMT
He stared at the bumbling foe as they got up. What was this? He was joking? Did he not know death when he saw it? He glared, energy forming between his hands. Then all of a sudden, a clown of all things appeared. His eyes went wide as the scouter showed a decent twenty thousand power level. He cancelled the Ki attack, rising up. He felt into his veins and felt through his body, noticing a surprising amount of machinery. What had happened to him? He shoved off the limitations on his body, feeling his body rise to full power.
Heavy weights off, full power.
He began putting together an energy blast, a blade forming. He shot it out, watching it. A blade of Ki followed by a blade. Together they would explode with a blast.
[MP3]Ballistic Beam Blade Blast
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Post by Nabel on Jan 3, 2016 9:56:04 GMT
"OH GOD?!"
"OH YES!~"
In a vain attempt to shield himself from damage, the demon taps into the spring of infernal energy that was his Demonic Nature, sapping ki from the strength of an entire realm: Hell itself. Nabel chose to further corrupt his already tainted soul, willingly bowing down to the very idea of evil just to fuel the dying fire that was his quickly shattering will. The entire sequence was not just a depressing display of desperation, but it was also absolutely pointless. But even so, as the beams of light start to engulf the duo, the cyclops begins to reap the rewards of his anguished plea for power, and though it isn't so, time around him seems so slow. He feels every moment of his transformation: from his broken bones crumbling apart, only to completely rearrange itself in a more appropriate place, to his rotting muscles slowly melting off of his battered figure, and contorting into a less deformed resin of flesh. For the briefest of moments, Nabel receives a mere taste of a power far greater than his own. And it moves him to absolute tears. This power-up was the true strength of a demon, and it runs down the throat like the sweetest of wines, aged in the strongholds of eternity, and plucked from the gardens of the gods themselves. In these short bursts of time, Nabel is not only happy, he's hungry for more glee to fill his depraved cravings. And not only does he know it, but his charge, the Poltergeist, does as well. But it knows that it isn't nearly enough. It lapses onto Nabel's Ki, and flies upward to meet the Android's explosions. In these minuscule seconds, both master and servant feel power.
And within a second, it's over, as the field erupts with a magnificent BANG to devastate the surrounding area.
Nabel: Demonic Will - 12023.25 PL
Poltergeist[Special] Detonate - 12023.25 x 4 = 48093 PL
No technique used (Nabel) gained KP
Nabel KP - 1/3
Poltergeist KP - 0/3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 15:53:21 GMT
Drake’s scouter beeped in his vision. His eyes went wide, as the clown and master’s power level suddenly swelled up. His blast was interrupted by the clown, who jumped up in front of him. His eyes went wide as it self destructed and the scouter was giving him mass alerts of power level that could decimate him. He braced himself, his arms in front of him knowing he could die. A shockwave of power rushed around him, and the smoke cleared. Drake stood there stil, braced. Slowly, his arms dropped down. He was alive, bruises and all but fighting condition. He stared at the foe on the ground, unsure of what had happened. He was stronger now. He was more machine than man. And he enjoyed it.
A single knife rose out of his hidden pocket, Telekensis controlling it. “Make sure to hold it away from you,” he said as it zipped out. The knives stabbed into the ground, right by Nabel’s skull, nanometers away from slicing his skin. “Don't want to poke you’re eye out.”
He slowly rose out of the air, flying away.
Durability used to handle the blast. Leaving thread. I'll take PL
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 3, 2016 19:36:56 GMT
Nabel -- 16,031 + 3793 = 19,824 PL
Drake -- 27,335 + 1499 = 28,834 PL
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