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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 26, 2016 7:32:19 GMT
(WARNING: THIS THREAD IS DEATH ENABLED, IF YOU JOIN, YOU HAVE A RISK OF DYING!)[Thread PL: 82,996 | Mazoku Reaver (x7) Active! Current PL: 580,972! | Heavy Weights: OFF] Alaistair Kizuki
The wind blew harshly as danger loomed over Moori Capital. The Namekians went about their daily business, but all could feel something wasn't quite right. An evil permeated the air around them, and with the recent worries of an alien landing on Namek, tensions were at an all-time high. Warrior Clan Namekians patrolled the streets endlessly, praying they would not encounter any demons this day. Xylo floated above the capital city, his arms folded across his chest as a scowl rested on his face. He peered down at his brethren far below, and chuckled. ”My Mazoku brethren have still not revealed themselves to me or my comrades… Perhaps giving them a show of power will wash away the shyness they have.” The Mazoku began to descend, an aura of malicious Ki engulfing him as he landed in the center of the capital. A Namekian child sighed as he sat down in the middle of a nearby courtyard, speaking his thoughts aloud. "Gosh, our planet is brought back to life and we already have meanies who want to take our stuff. Why can't they just leave us alone?"An Elder Namekian patted his students head, smiling as he spoke to the boy. "Worry not, little one. These "meanies" will be out of our hair sooner rather than later." He chuckled, but a sudden surge of power nearby causes his antennae to twitch. The Elder looked down at his student, giving him a stern look. The child looked up at his master, a quizzical look on his face as he spoke. ”W-what’s wrong, master?””Can’t you feel it? That evil Ki? Someone has landed in the center of the city… Get inside little one.”The little Namekian turned, noticing an odd looking Namekian. He was dressed in a garb similar to the Warrior Caste, but his Gi was red, and his cloak was all black, with tatters near the bottom. The child’s eyes widened at the sight of this clearly monstrous man, and he quickly ran towards his home. Xylo scanned the crowd, noticing many of the civilians were actually Dragon Caste. A trio of Warrior Clan Namekians strode towards the Mazoku, each of them giving him a cold look. The strongest of the trio spoke. His voice was filled with sternness, though there was a hint of fear deep within. ”Welcome to Moori Capital… Mazoku. What is it you seek? To destroy us?” Xylo chuckled, responding in a cheerful tone. ”Heh. Looks like my garb has given away my origins. I was hoping I could trick you for a bit!... But I suppose we’ll just get right to it.” With a blur of speed, Xylo dashed forwards. He shot his hand through the Namekian who spoke, ending his life quickly. He relinquished his hand from the wound, and the Warrior Clan Namekian fell to the floor. ”I’m here for a hostile takeover.”The Mazoku let out a fearsome yell as his Ki Aura exploded around him. The two surviving Warrior Clan Namekians were blasted back from the force of Xylo’s energy, both of them slammed into a nearby building. They slid down the wall and slumped over, knocked out from even that simple shock-wave. As his energy increased, the entire city began to rumble in response. Children and elders of the Dragon Clan began to make their way out of the city, as a large group of Warrior Clan flew towards the cities center. They had to stop this Mazoku before he got out of hand! Xylo let out a maniacal laugh as his Ki Aura continued to surge around him. He grasped at his weighted cloak and tossed it away, allowing even more power to flow through his body. The cloak broke through the wall of one of the nearby buildings, killing a Dragon Clan Mystic who was charging up an energy attack from behind the wall. His laughter echoed through the city as a group of Warrior Caste landed in front of the Mazoku. The defenders spoke no words; they needed to take him out as quickly as possible to reduce possible damage to the city. They dashed in, each of them letting out a battle cry as they closed in. The Mazoku Lord was easily able to defend himself even against a myriad of foes. Each melee strike that came in was blocked, and each Ki blast deflected. Xylo slowly began his retaliation, each strike easily being a killing blow. After a few moments of fighting, nearly the entire group who was sent to defeat him was dead, save for one lone Namekian. His chest had a massive gash in it, and he was losing blood incredibly quickly. He looked up at his soon-to-be-killer, and asked a question. ”Who...Who the hell are you?” Xylo stood over the dying Namekian, a smirk appearing on his face as he aimed an open palm at the dying warrior. ”I am Xylo. Son of the Mazoku Lord Tuner, and rightful ruler of Planet Namek! All will bow to me or perish like you have!”The Mazoku shot a Ki blast from his raised hand, cutting a hole straight through the Warrior’s chest. The last light faded from the Namekian’s eyes as his head slowly fell to the ground. ”Pathetic…”With his current opponents dead, it seemed he was unopposed for the time being. Buildings in all directions burned from the destruction he and his foes caused during their scuffle, and some select few had already been demolished. Xylo scoffed in disappointment. In mere moments, his only threats had been beaten. Was this really all that Namek had to defend themselves with? No, surely more defenders were on their way; perhaps they were caught up in something on the way. Regardless of what the reason was, Xylo decided to call in his brethren: The Devil’s Knights. Using the mental link Alaistair created, he contacted the villainous duo. ”Alaistair , Kizuki , It’s Xylo. It seems I’ve dealt with most, if not all opposition in Namek’s Capital City. Meet with me in the cities center as soon as you can.”The Mazoku folded his arms, and waited.
[KP: 3/3]
The battle for Moori Capital has begun!
Over a dozen Warrior Caste Namekians have already fallen in battle!
If no heroes respond within three days, Xylo will officially take over the capital.
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 26, 2016 18:12:31 GMT
"Done. I'll be there soon, but I'll be spending my time to fully unlock that power, using the Namekian fusion idea... It may take a bit, so unless it is dire, don't call for my assistance immediately. Kizuki, fight with Xylo, back to back, in case if the enemy shows. Once this strength of mine is increased, I'll be joining the fray," Alaistair relayed to both Xylo and Kizuki telepathically! He was going to make sure they finally get their foothold!
Alaistair, though, was still worn from the traversal and evasion of the SSE patrol ships. Calculating the right time to go and blocking out Eres and Arthus' rage was exhausting as was! Dorgia, personally, had been resting in the Loft after they landed in the door where Dorgia first met Alaistair. The Devil quickly donned his clothes and his repaired armor, before exiting the ship and with the verbal command, 'Reduce,' shrunk the ship back to its capsule. Arthus, who was outside the auspicious Cherry Valley Loft, had been scrubbing the wood deeply, cursing everything and their mothers for the next 1000 years for the damage they did to the building on Vegeta!
Alaistair whistled, before calling out, "Arthus, heads up! We'll be moving the Loft again shortly! I'm giving you the ship right now, in case things go sour. Wait for my message before you guys move out."
"Yeah! Yeah, whatever!"
Arthus was irritated at everything right now. Alaistair erupted from the ground, quickly approaching the Moori capital in a matter of a minute! The battle, he came to witness in the approach, destroyed much of the city's buildings... He was hoping that Xylo would keep the mess cleaner than what he was witnessing, but Alaistair had supposed redecorating wouldn't be a problem, as well as a new flow of commerce.
As he was pondering what to do when they captured this Capital completely, Alaistair came across the centre of the city, where Xylo stood, looking around at the bodies of his defeated enemies. Alaistair called out to Xylo, pointing a narrow, but tall structure that seemed relatively sturdy, "Xylo, I'll be in that building there. If things go south, blast the roof off or relay to me assistance. For the most part, the fusion was successful on Vegeta, but I need to grow the seed, if you catch my drift."
Alaistair quickly sped into the blue window and dropped into the dark room. There seemed to be nothing in here that his sense could pick up. The sunlight from outside was making everything darker than it appeared. Alaistair's nose didn't pick any odd smells, either, suggesting to him the place was evacuated when the fighting began. He brought himself to the ground and closed his eyes, letting himself enter the scape of his mind. His power dwindled drastically, to only read about 100 power level as this event occurred.
Inside Alaistair's mind
"Alright, what gives? Why are all of still here like this?"
"Nevermind that! You cheated!"
"Cheat? That's a thing we were doing?"
"Yes, you cheated! Taking up that guy power and just snuffing out my resistance practically!"
"We can argue the semantics of what went down later, Dark One. The issue at hand is that we were not completely melded."
The image to be described here was that the heads had melded into one, singular head, but their respective faces were in 3 opposing directions that switched to whom had something to say every so often. Usually, the Blackened face and Alaistair's face had taken the position of speaking, arguing over the events that occurred when the body was on Planet Vegeta. The third, Alaistair's face before his fall as a Kaishin, barely spoke so often. However, the time had come for it to speak its wisdom.
"I'm guessing that reason may be due to the fact we're trying to use the Namekian way of fusion instead of acknowledging the Kais' way of fusion."
"What do you mean?"
"Keep in mind, the body existed mostly as Kaishin, but it was only until about 150 thousand years before when you were birthed, Dark One. So, we must work with the method of the Kaishin in order to succeed in creating the perfect form of Alaistair.. Agreed, youngest One?"
"You've lost me."
"... A memory then."
"Oh, I do love a good show!"
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Alaistair has arrived at Moori and is hiding away! His power level stands at 100, currently! He is attempting to unlock the next tier of his being (the x8, non-Makyo Star transformation).
Thread Power Level: 77,503.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 26, 2016 20:47:01 GMT
[ PL: 59,877 ] [ Heavy Weights: ACTIVE ] [ Thread PL: 14,969 ]
Having landed on the planet some time ago, Xylo had made it known he would be going off alone, without Kizuki or Alaistair, to make his claim for the "throne" of Planet Namek. Kizuki was confident in his Namekian comrade's ability to get his mission complete, as he had shown to acquire quite a bit of power between their initial meeting and now. If things were to go south, he would have contacted Alaistair and himself immediately. It gave Kizuki more time to hone his skills, attempt to get stronger before any battle would ensue, if things would truly go to a battle. Finishing his last bit of training, the Saiyajin had already changed into his usual attire, vest battle armor, boots and a black bodysuit that covered the thick, muscle covered limbs that were his legs down to the ankle, but were sleeveless almost in the form of a tank top, covered by the shoulder links of his vest armor, the armor making it seem like he was bare chested under it. The links on the shoulder portion of his vest armor was a deep, blue color as well as the mid-section, the armor itself was black with white piping outlining it. Boots matched the black and white piping of his armor, while the gauntlets he wore came to a point up to the elbow, and mimicked the color of armor in the blue and white variety. Another addition to his outfit were the extended guards that would protect his lower half, covering both hips and his groin, again colored that deep blue with white piping.
It was a bit of a different getup for him than usual, but it wasn't just due to wanting to try out something new. In reality, Kizuki cared little for changing his attire at all as long as he had the usual, Saiyajin battle garb at hand. Recently, Kizuki had acquired a weighted set of Saiyajin battle armor, gloves, and boots which he had been using to train with constantly. Though, he knew the time would come where he would need to move a bit more freely, without the restraints of such weighted clothing. This new armor set variation was of a lighter, yet just as durable, material than his weighted version. In order to gain the benefits of weights with his outfit, he had fitted detachable, extended shoulder pads that would fasten into place against the vest armor straps, as well as a heavy duty link that would fasten the pads over his chest, fitted with a durable, heavy weighted cloak, this was something he had stolen from Xylo who used a weighted cloak himself. He waiting in his quarters on the ship quietly, until he got "the call..."
Xylo had reached out to him first, as well as Alaistair, letting them know that he had dispatched of quite possibly all of Namek's defenses. It caused the Saiyajin to perk a single brow upwards. Crafty bastard. Alaistair would answer next, instructing Kizuki to arrive at Xylo's coordinates and aid him if need be. Without answering, Kizuki would come to a stand from his seat, turning his gaze over to the shoulder pads and weighted cloak attached to his wall. Wandering over, he'd hoist the heavy accessory up and over his head, securing it against his shoulders with a *CLICK* before large hands worked the fastening link across his chest. He could feel the weight of the white cloak weighing him down a bit more, but it would do him well if and when it needed to be removed, so the Saiyajin could free his full power within his body.
Having exited the room, he stood at the roof of the ship now, looking over the landscape before him. He wasn't sure which way was center, which would be the capital of Namek, named Moori, until he saw clouds of black smoke coming from a certain direction. He had assessed that this is where he would find Xylo, and probably Alaistair. That long, brown tail would come up to wrap itself around his midsection, giving himself a few moments before leaving.
 Then, in a sudden burst of blue, ki energy surrounding his body the Saiyajin would fly off into the direction of the destruction. Looking down, he could see the city that Xylo had lay waste to ruins. Surely, these people died defending their planet. The civilians that were left looked to be either elders or small children, all giving a striking resemblance to Xylo, as if they were all relatives. He'd watch as Alaistair had flown off in the direction of a building, landing next to Xylo as his booted feet made contact with Namekian soil, overlooking the destruction around him once again. Those that had survived may have been shocked to see a Saiyajin stand by this Mazoku's side, others who were keen to the history of his battle obsessed race probably would have expected it. Kizuki didn't say a word, rather, stood there next to Xylo with his arms crossed in front of his armored chest, that cloak barely blowing in the wind behind him, covering the extended shoulder pads quite a bit now. He wondered if the trio would see any opposition, though if the Namekian corpses that littered the area were their only line of defense, it seemed that they had already won. Would anyone else on this planet be foolish enough to try and stop them? Their very best had already fallen victim to Xylo's hand, Kizuki could see their lifeless bodies smoking and disfigured from Xylo's onslaught. All that Kizuki could see now were those children and the elder Namekians, and unless one of them was a fighting prodigy, Alaistair and himself were probably not even needed at all. He'd give Xylo a side glance, pitch black eyes taking him in. After all this, the Namekian people would be wise to bend a knee and call Xylo their ruler, unless they wished to risk being wiped from existence itself.
[ KP: 3/3 ]
[ WC: 1,003 / TWC: 1,003 ]
- Kizuki has joined Alaistair and Xylo at the Namekian Capital, Moori. |
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 27, 2016 18:19:46 GMT
PL: 49,136
Heavy Weights: On
Weighted PL: 12,284
Suppressed Form: Active
The bronze Arcosian mused on the recent information he'd obtained and encounters he'd had as he watched the ships sensors sweeping the planet. Before he could muse long on the recent events however his ships scanners detected a vast drop in power levels. He raised an eyebrow as he focused the sensors on that particular region of Namek. Something was causing signatures to drop like flies, in what appeared to be one of the few Namekian cities on this world. He leaned back in his command chair as he looked at the screen contemplating his next move. Whilst this could mean that whoever was on that other ship was making their move, he did not know if they were searching for the Dragon Balls...
The uncertainty of the situation made him grow concerned, especially since the highest power there on the sensors was registering as being over half a million units. Normally he wouldn't care to engage such a threat, since it would take him going into his True Form to combat such a foe, and the fact that he didn't care what happened to Namek so long as he got what he wanted... it was the fact that he had yet to obtain what he sought that made him get up and leave his ship. "This had better be bloody well worth it." he grumbled to himself as he took off for the source of the strong energy levels.
He soon arrived at the city, taking in the sight of it being destroyed, the smoking corpses of several Namekians scattered around the place. The bronze Arcosian looked around until he located the target, and slowly floating made his way there. Abzerute raised an eyebrow at the discovery that it was a Namekian, albeit one with a fin on his head, that was causing this much devastation to the Namekian people. What he found unsettling was the sight of the Saiyan next to him, a quick scan of his power indicating that he was about par with himself. And judging from the armour style, he could only surmise it was the same type as his own... At least that was the worse case scenario.
Great, thought the bronze Arcosian to himself, two warriors who I could take on alone, but definitely not together and one of them's a bloody Saiyan. He took in a slight breath before making his way to a respectful distance between himself and the duo. "Evening gentlemen." he said, taking a look at the sky above them. "At least I presume it's evening... little hard to tell with this worlds solar patterns." said Abzerute, taking an almost lazy look around the city around them. "As much as I enjoy a bit of wanton destruction as the next person, could I perhaps request that you tone it down just a little? I'm afraid I have some business to conduct with the local Elders, and it would be somewhat... difficult to discuss if they are all dead." the bronze Arcosian asked of them. "Once my business is concluded, you can go back to slaughtering them all for all I care."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694 
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Post by Koramund on Jan 28, 2016 2:43:10 GMT
A small spaceship flew through orbit and decided to unleash it's eager cargo early. The many stars in the sky made the world bright, blue and cheerful. It was an amazing sight that made Koramund so much hungrier. He would keep it in check though... this time he would wait like the true predator he is. The ki signature rippling along the entire planet? He tasted it through the air... power level of... 581?! Koramund snarled out a few calculations, with his current power level at 102 he would only be at 306 against that 581... but if the other power levels were any consolation then the dark beast shall just kill off any grand strength beasts... even if they had a mere 60 power level! He just needed meat.. was that so much to ask?! Koramund suppressed his power level to near 0.001, and turned into liquid. He flew straight through water, phasing into Namek and traveling through the ground. He slowly raised up as a patch of Ajisa. He bloomed himself with pink flowers that held some beauty compared to the destruction that Xylo has caused. Oh, he remembered the Namekian from the Eclipse.. but now he decided to play dumb to make sure he didn't switch. Koramund sensed through the shivering air... an Arcosian. Koramund sent a telepathic message to Abzerute, (-Hey, Buddy. I am a friend... if you are attacked by these fools I can help for a cost. Leave me the corpse of the Daemon, and I will reward you handsomely! Don't let them know you hear me... they don't know I am here. I promise I shall not harm you though, I swear by the Throne of Arcose and my honor as clan leader of the Thousand Tails!-) Hopefully the psychic speech would allow Koramund an ally to drink some of their flesh... (Koramund's PL - 102,141) (Power level lowered to between 0-2 via ki suppression, very close to the plant-life) (Koramund is currently Ajisa) |
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Post by Paengi on Jan 28, 2016 2:49:46 GMT
Samuka walked up to Paengi a grim expression on his face. Paengi stood up ready to do whatever the leader told him. ”Paengi. The capital is under attack by a powerful demon namekian,” he said outright. Paengi’s mouth burst open, outrage ready to form words when Samuka raised his hands to stop him. ”Do not say anything. People are being slaughtered every second you waste!” he yelled. ”YOU, are the strongest warrior caste member.”
Fear welled up in Paengi, everything he had hoped against was true. ”You lie!” Paengi screamed back at him. ”I am not the strongest! I am nothing! You- there is no way I’m the strongest,” he said, finishing quietly. ”I- I cannot defeat any of our foes! I couldn’t do anything against the first one, you know that! If I am the strongest than do you know what! Namek is dead! You should know this! I cannot be counted on!” Paengi shouted with despair. Samuka looked back at him, putting his arm on his shoulder. Paengi stared at it, despair overwhelming him. How could he do anything against these people. He was nothing compared to them.
”You have extreme potential,” Samuka said. ”It is your duty to do your best to save us. You may never see me again, be it through your death or mine. However- if you can- you cannot die! You are currently our greatest hope. If you cannot win, do not be foolish! I will not let you! If you die for no good reason, then you are killing us all.” Samuka looked at him, an abyss seeming to be in his eye. Paengi noded, accepting it with tears in his eyes. He turned around, facing the direction of the capitol. ”Now go. And honor your father.”
Paengi shot through the skies, fears seeming to drive him insane. How could he achieve anything? He so desperately wanted to ignore Samuka’s advice, and to just fight until he couldn’t stand. He still didn’t believe he was the strongest warrior caste member. He hadn’t felt that powerful. Paengi looked at his fists as he shot through high above the land. He had to honor the warrior clan. He had to honor Samuka, he had to honor his father Sullus. He wouldn’t fail! He knew he had to stop at no costs! But no. He wanted to slap himself. How could he be so stupid! His whole mind was torn asunder. It was in him to fight, not to retreat! How was he expected to make sure he survived at any costs!
Paengi finally landed in the city, hearing screams of terror in the distance. It was time for him to enter the battle.
The Silver Guardian has arrived to protect Namek!
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Post by Milac on Jan 28, 2016 2:56:13 GMT
"Milac, do you understand why your village elders have sent you here to us?" a namekian that was gravely old, with wrinkled skin and leaning upon an old cane said as he stroked his chin. He was adorned in grandiose white robes with light blue vestments, and his body had began to take on a bit of a plumpness that some members of the dragon clan experienced as they grew older. The two were standing alone inside of a large dome shaped room with alight with strange blue luminescent bulbs that seemed to be some sort of plant life, sitting in a cross legged position.
"It is about my failures on Earth, is it not?" Milac asked bluntly. The child had a tired look underneath of his eyes, and a small frown on his face. He had gone to earth as a prodigy child of extraordinary clairvoyance and intellect, but had come back from it scarred and broken. From the traumatic experience in his landing upon the planet's surface, to his exposure to the race known as Kagami causing a strange reaction in his development- Milac had felt the glaring eyes of his peers and elders. He had become a liability to his people, constantly screaming in the night from horrified nightmare, and spending his waking hours sulking and wandering off alone. He wasn't acting normal for a child his age.
"No Milac, no. We all experience disappointment in our lives, but it is the way that we handle it that matters," the elder began. "Your elder's are fearful that your time on earth has corrupted your spirit, and they are fearful for your future,"
"Am I to be... cast out?" Milac said, a tear dropping from his left eye. He wasn't sure if that was a thing that could happen to a namekian, but what else could the elder be getting to?
"No, Milac... we do not cast out our own for experiencing grief," the elder explained. "What I am here to do Milac, is to teach you something that is typically not taught to children your age. Are you familiar with the ones known as the mazoku?"
"I... I've heard stories and legends elder, but I... didn't think that they were real," Milac said, pouting a bit. "But what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, Milac... many of the mazoku... they are truly visages of the worst in us," the elder began. "They are in a way cast out, but they are not our true selves- but the evil of the universe that corrupts us..."
"I- I don't understand," Milac said.
"Milac, we must teach you how to cast away the darkness within yourself, the taint of the cruelty of Earth that stains your pure soul... in doing so, the evil within you will be expelled through the means of dividing it from your flesh. The creature born from this shall be sealed away, and you will find your center again," the elder finished.
Milac's eyes widened, and more tears began to drip from his eyes. "My sadness... my anger... you would take it from me? Would that help me to come to terms with what happened to Banna? Would it erase my failure? I... I can't... I don't want to get over it... I don't want to lose who I am..." Milac replied. As he spoke, his antenna began to twitch wildly and a vain bulged from his forehead. Something powerful was coming... something dark...
"Milac that isn't... Milac?" the elder asked. Within moments his antenna twitched slightly as well, and his eyes widened. "Come child, we must get you to safety," the elder said as he stood up and grabbed Milac by the hand. He pulled Milac along, who seemed to be having a nervous breakdown from the flood of ki energy that was overwhelming his senses.
The elder nearly had to drag Milac as he hobbled along. They exited the large hut, Milac's vision growing blurry. When he finally got used to the feeling of the ki readings that were shocking his brain, he managed to spot many burning huts and even namekians in the distance. Out of the corner of his eye he thought that he saw a group of strange figures.
2,921 power level. pl reward
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 28, 2016 7:14:03 GMT
"Heh, very well Alaistair. Take as much time as you need; I think Kizuki and I can handle any threats."The Mazoku scanned his surroundings one last time, taking note of Alaistair, who had just landed nearby. He pointed out one of the mostly unharmed buildings, noting he was taking shelter in there to finish his transformation to full power. Xylo simply nodded, watching his ally fly through one of the few windows the building had. He turned, watching as Kizuki landed nearby. It seemed the Saiyan's attire had been altered a bit; along with a slightly different set of Saiyan-Style Battle Armor, he now sported a white cloak. Xylo chuckled, complimenting Kizuki's choice of gear. "I see you've taken a liking to the cape, eh? It looks good on you, Kizuki." He chuckled once more, before moving towards his own cloak. His tattered cape was still stuck in one of the many buildings, as he had used it as a makeshift ranged weapon just moments ago. He grabbed the cloak, dusting it off. He was about to put it back on, but a fast-approaching energy caught his attention. He dropped his cloak as the energy stopped just outside of Xylo's view. After a few moments, an Arcosian revealed himself to the duo, addressing the two in a sickeningly calm manner. The lizard asked for a simple request, but it was one that infuriated the Namekian to no end. Xylo's dark eyes narrowed as he spoke coldly towards the Frost Demon. "This destruction is much more than wanton; the Dragon and Warrior Castes rely too much on peace! They don't know how to deal with strife in the world! That is why I've decided they no longer deserve to live on this planet." As he finished speaking, The Mazoku Warrior lifted his hand, aiming it at a small group of Namekians who were quickly making their way out of the city. A Ki orb ballooned into existence in his palm, and he quickly fired it. The Ki orb whizzed through the sky, aiming to hit the Elder who was escorting Milac out of the city! If the Ki Orb hit, the elder would die in a most gruesome manner. "If you can somehow find the Elders before I do, ask them whatever the hell you like. Once you've finished asking all the questions you desire, you can go back to that drained rock known as Arcose and die."Out of nowhere, Xylo's antennae began to twitch. Something suddenly felt... Off. He wasn't sure what, but it felt like he was being watched. He listened close for any voices, but nothing was heard, even by his naturally heightened hearing. "What the hell... Kizuki , be on the lookout... Something might be watching us. I'm probably just paranoid, but you can never be too careful."He turned his attention back to the oddly colored Arcosian, giving him a curious look. "Well, what is it you want to ask? Do you wish to grovel beneath my feet like these fools should have?... No... Perhaps you're looking for the Dragon Balls!" The Mazoku chuckled, folding his arms as he continued. "I think you'll be disappointed to learn that I have a vehement hatred of the Dragon Balls being used by those that have not gone through the proper trials to prove they are worthy of their power. If your intent is to find them, I promise you won't live much longer than your pitiful Empress did."The Mazoku Warrior's Vile Ki Aura slowly rose around him, becoming specifically vibrant in his hands. It was clear he was charging an energy attack of some sort, but it wasn't entirely clear what. "If you value your life in any fashion, I suggest you leave my planet before you get hurt."
[KP: 2/3]
Attacked Otto 's NPC Elder fella with a basic Ki attack. Intent to murdalize said NPC Elder.
Began charging [N1] Mazoku Rend! 33% charged this turn, will become 66% charged next turn.
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ΣnzymΣ
Newcomer
PL: 9,472
Zeni: 798
Tag: @enzyme
OOC Name: Elijah_Blu
Posts: 34
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Post by ΣnzymΣ on Jan 28, 2016 13:41:28 GMT
[Thread PL: 3,200]
With the death and destruction echoing out from the city, buildings and people wiped off the planet by the rampaging Xylo, all this would draw the attention of a new life form. Enzyme had traveled up and into the city with his antenna wiggling in the air curiously. His form would stay close to one of the buildings, his eyes didn't need to see the scene of destruction to know this was dangerous. He could feel the enormous power levels of several different individuals. Much higher then his, though his higher then most of the residents of the planet. He could feel those ones too, they continued to be wiped away by a slaughter. Enzyme peered up from behind a large crushed bit of housing. His eyes scanning several new specimens that he had no information filed on yet. One happened to be a Namekian, however with an unusual large fin on top of his head. This was new to the bio-android and so his eyes recorded ever bit from him, from the Arcosian, from the Saiyan. He squinted his visionary receptors as he pondered which one of these was wiping out the "Kind Ones". Suddenly the new Namekian launched an attack to the distance, Enzyme's eyes would track it, it's aim seemed to be unsuspecting civilians. With such a blatant display of a lack of mercy Enzy reconsidered his processes. His silken cape billowed from his body and he quickly wrapped it around his head and body concealing his form. Leaving only his hands and just a part of his face for view. Stepping back from the rubble he would hold his hands in the air for full view of the Namekian at least, stepping out behind the Arcosian. Enzy had been Hundreds of feet from the actual conflict but he didn't consider that an advantage with previous events being an example. He stared down the ruthless green alien and his form lowered into a bow, spreading his short arms just before he popped himself onto a rock. His body leaned forward and he looked ready to watch a brawl. His short legs kicked, sitting as much out of the way he could while still seeing the rumble. A one android audience. Σ
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Post by Pin on Jan 28, 2016 15:40:54 GMT
The Pixie Blue broke orbit high above Moori Capital. Pin had been scanning the planet for clusters of life before entering the atmosphere. He figured that if the Pixie was spotted to early, by a small village or even moderate city, and word got to the wrong people before Pin could find a proper place to land and make contact, that it could poison the early negotiations before he even had a chance to open his mouth. He was confident, however, that the region he'd targeted would be the best place to land, the most likely place to house the Namek king, or whatever ruler they had.
Pin was fascinated by the Namek landscape. It was so different from home, from Vegeta. Lush green vegetation and large bodies of water were completely new to him. He could see himself vacationing in a place like this.
"General, preparing to land. Welcome to Namek," Pin said to the Saiyan next to him. He flipped a pair of switches, turning on the short-range landing scanners, which would warn him of life signs and clearings so he could make a safe and casualty-free landing.
As the ship neared the city, however, his own internal scanners picked up on a few...interesting details. Some of the power levels below were unusually high, way higher than the average citizen, and heat signatures indicated that there was at least some amount of fighting happening below. Pin hit the throttle - if something was going on and the Nameks needed help, this would be the perfect opportunity to defend them as ordered as well as establish himself and General Mayze as friendly.
"General, signs of conflict below, gonna put her down a bit harder than planned."
Pin picked what looked like a small park or open field, just a few dozen yards from the conflict, and dropped the Pixie's landing gear just in time for impact. The ship's impact made a loud crashing noise as a small crater formed beneath it. The damage to the ship and the surrounding area was superficial, but there was no mistaking that a landing had just occurred. Pin and the General would not be sneaking up on anyone.
Pin dropped the entry/exit ramp for the Pixie, stood from the pilot's seat and took off out of the ship at a rapid pace. He was sure the General could keep up, all things considered, and didn't think the General would need to be told that it was time to move. Pin took to the sky, soaring as fast as his propulsors could take him. As he closed in on the situation, he noticed bodies, twisted in agony before death. Something was very wrong.
He came to a landing some twenty feet from Xylo. It didn't take long for the android to recognize him - hell, the green alien had been the first Namekian he'd ever met, he'd know that guy anywhere. Narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth beneath his helmet, Pin's drew his blaster pistol and aimed it at the mazoku, charging it with energy. A Saiyan stood with Xylo, and there were others, including an Arcosian, who had arrived before Pin.
"I'm going to assume that you're NOT the man I'm here to see," Pin said to Xylo, "So why don't we all calm down before anyone else gets hurt."
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-Began charging [N1] Blaster Pistol
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on Jan 28, 2016 19:28:38 GMT
[Thread PL: 142,821] The general was awoken by the sound of Pin’s voice. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked a few times. His vision was still a bit blurry, but he could tell they were definitely at Namek. The vast green landscape and bodies of water certainly confirmed that. The planet definitely didn’t look worse for wear from its encounter with Realinger Red. Goes to show the power of the dragonballs he supposed. Suppressing a yawn, the general undid the buckle to his seat, “Not a place I ever wanted to see again,” he sighed softly. However, when his scouter started beeping wildly, he immediately perked up, alert. He nodded at Pin’s words, “Yea, I detect something down there too. Large power levels that are definitely unusual for the average Namekian.”
The general was nearly thrown from his seat from the impact of the landing. Jarred, he shook his head side to side, wishing he had kept himself buckled. He quickly got up and followed the swiftly moving Pin. By the time Mayze had made it out of the Pixie Blue, Pin was already soaring through the sky. Annoyed that the android hadn’t waited for him, the general immediately set out in pursuit, quickly catching up with the bounty hunter. He slowed down to keep pace with Pin. The situation appeared to be grim for the city. Tons of namekian bodies were littered on the ground, expressions of agony upon their faces. The warrior surmised that it was likely the large power levels that had caused this destruction and brutality. It was the only explanation so far. Mayze continued to hover in the air instead of following Pin as they neared the site of the powers. Typically, the general would rush into action and take the most direct route, however, this time he would survey the situation instead. He wasn't really sure why, but he felt it would be better to watch instead of taking immediate action. The duo’s, likely, opponents appeared to be someone Mayze knew. It was that namekian, Xylo and another saiyan warrior that the general had seen around on Vegeta. Mayze remembered the namekian specifically, he had meant him on Namek some months ago. It had been shortly before his fight with the human Bing. Instead of taking hostilities against each other, the two merely spoke. Mayze didn’t recall what about exactly. Whatever the case, the green warrior was much stronger than when the general had last seen him. It was unfortunate that such a powerful warrior was, now, a potential enemy to the Solar Saiyan Empire. There was also an arcosian, a race Mayze despised immensely. The thing would have to be leaving very soon. Mayze decided to descend from the sky when Pin pulled out his blaster. It seemed things would be heating up. He softly landed on the ground by the android. With a harsh, cold look the saiyan warrior set his eyes on the namekian warrior, “I’m afraid planet Namek and its native population is now under the protection of the Saiyan Empire. Stand down warrior, you’re outgunned.” The general shifted his gaze towards the cape-wearing saiyan warrior, “The Queen has issued an order to protect the namekian race and their planet. I’m not sure why you’re here, but I advise you leave this area.”Finally, the general turned towards the golden arcosian warrior. His voice was bitter and aggressive as he spoke, “I advise you leave the area as well changeling.”KP: 3/3 Alaistair Pieter Wolfbane |
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Post by Alaistair on Jan 30, 2016 3:18:09 GMT
(Well now... The stage has been set, hasn't it?)
Outside the mind of the Devil, where his two allies stood ready to defend themselves against the oncoming onslaught around them. Arcosians, and Saiyans; Namekians and strange creatures came to engage this edifice that was the rise of the Devil's place on the grand stage! The mental relays bounced around them, as Alaistair sat in the tower overlooking this battlefield in his mindscape.
Inside Alaistair's mind
"We'll be going back to the days of my time, the eldest of all, and the one who drives you to 'protect,' despite being a demon as you c-"
"You mean to say devil."
"Despite being a demon, young one... His essence still blackens your mind."
"Let's face it, I'm infectious! Ha hah!"
"... Point taken. What is this memory you speak of."
"Back in the days of mine, there was a lesson the Master told us, about the differences between we Kaishin and the greater Kaioshin. Our life should have recycled through the Great tree several times at this point, but the Dark One's energy, instilled long before we met that renegade Majin-esque creature way back when, had-"
"The memory, old one! Don't trail off!"
"Oh come on! That was the god damn good part... Literally!"
"Right. I shouldn't trail off."
"Dag nab it..."
"The Master told us how our essences, due to our pure states, can and will overpower those who are not with our own species, the Kaioshin completely overwriting all others. Because of this, there is a different method in which this must happen... You are the combination of the two of our powers, mixed into one entity. I retain much of the dominance, though the Dark One has a tendency to rip out in that little celestial star's... Appearance."
"Alright... But that's not the memory."
"Indeed it is not, but we do not have much time. The snippet is one lesson that we were repeatedly taught, time and time again, until it was crammed in our brain. Anyway... The final time that the Master showed us was when he and one of our elder brethren, to become the Master that we know of him now. They each took their rings off, and became that long haired individual, with the straighter back, despite their old age having them hunched over."
"We don't have those earrings though. So we have to apply the Namekian Fusion... Right?"
"No... No, I understand what he's implying and that's why I'm saying that you cheated."
"Great, you are in on this as well? Are you two playing a joke on me?"
"No."
"What the- Wait, it did work didn't it?!"
"Time is the matter."
Outside of the mind
As the minutes progressed in the already tense atmosphere, a small flicker of power, one could say, rose from inside the tower for a moment, rising high up before relaxing back to the steady ki that permeated from within. A distraction? Perhaps... Perhaps not.
(Alaistair's mind reveals itself to be melding. For a brief moment, Alaistair's power seemed to rise to the 10 thousands, before quickly dropping just as suddenly.
KP: 3/3
Power Level: 77,503 [just so people are reminded.])[/font]
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 30, 2016 4:32:49 GMT
Before the duo could get on with much else, they were greeted by the presence of an Arcosian. Kizuki would take the being in for a bit, having not seen one directly in front of him since he was a young boy. He was different than the one he had come in contact with so long ago, though he was told they all appeared to have roughly the same anatomy. In any case, it seemed that the Arcosian being had some requests for them. Kizuki would be out of line to answer directly, and Xylo appeared to take the lead anyway and respond to him, both with his words and a display of his power. Kizuki's eyes followed Xylo's blast as it nearly vaporized an elder Namekian, dragging what appeared to be a much smaller one by the hand. The elder was dead, and without a doubt the much smaller one was a child. Without moving, Kizuki's eyes would go back to the Arcosian being, as Xylo continued on.
Though things would begin to get much more crowded, Xylo alluding to it via that telepathic link they used through Alaistair. He didn't feel anything himself, his senses were not tuned enough to be able to feel presences that weren't booming powers flaring up right in front of him. Unknown to Kizuki, and probably Xylo, there were quite a few more bodies in attendance, and it was about to fill up even more, quickly. Namek was becoming more and more popular by the minute.
Another would make his presence known. The helmeted one would land some distance away from them, instantly taking an aggressive tone with Xylo, aiming a blaster of some sort in his direction. Kizuki's thick, muscled arms would untangle themselves from in front of his armored chest to easily rip the connecting link, which held his weighted shoulder pads and cape to his vest armor, then using his hands to push up against them to send the weighted accessory tumbling behind him, landing into the Namekian ground with a THUD, even causing a bit of an indent and some cracks under it. Now, he was in the usual combat armor styled as a vest, lightweight and very durable. With that burden gone, his power would flare up to one hundred percent, eyeing the gun wielding psychopath down with a cold stare as his right arm rose up to aim an open palm towards him, a flickering orb of ki energy forming within it, grasping onto it like a ball.
[ Heavy Weights Removed - Full Power Engaged: 59,877 ] It was then that another one would join them, clearly a Saiyajin and one that Kizuki had seen before, but briefly. During her address, Zucceta would announce two trusted members of the SSE to run the everyday operations of Planet Vegeta in her place temporarily. One, was a female named Habana, who was in attendance that day, the other, a male, Mayze, who may have not been there though his photo was shown over the live broadcast he had been watching in Alaistair's Loft. This one was not to be trifled with if he was truly the Super Saiyajin Warrior the Queen pinned him to be. As the powerful Saiyajin addressed them, Kizuki would lower his arm aimed at Mayze's comrade, the energy within his hand dissipating as if into thin air. It seemed they were here to protect Namek, direct orders from the Queen herself. He even had mistaken Kizuki for a Saiyajin of her Empire, though truth be told Kizuki was not. It was then that he decided to speak up for the first time, his voice deep and confident. "While we respect your Queen's desire to keep Namek in her best interests.." He'd trail off looking at Xylo, who was next to him, before turning back to Mayze with that confident stare. "Xylo here has returned to this planet in order to claim his right as ruler of Namek. As you can see he's faced some.. opposition." His eyes would drop to the multitude of Namekian corpses around them, before continuing. "Though, as a Saiyajin I understand claim to power through battle. It's something that is natural to us, runs through our veins. I can only assume you feel the same way." He kept his eyes locked on Mayze, still, but he would keep as much of his attention on Pin, as well, who was probably still aiming that blaster at them. "As an ally to her Empire, I'm sure she would be satisfied knowing one of her supporters is at the helm of Namek, and is fully capable of defending it himself. As well as with myself and.. one of our comrades, who appears to be busy at the moment." He'd turn his eyes upwards towards the building that he saw Alaistair fly into, by himself before turning back to the duo from the SSE. "Namek shall be defended just fine once Xylo has become its supreme ruler. Your Queen can rest easy knowing that." Kizuki had noted Mayze's particular tone with the Arcosian, one that was more aggressive and hate filled than when he spoke to both himself and Xylo. It must have had to do with that deep, rooted hate that caused their Queen to destroy their home world. "I can't speak for the Arcosian. I can only speak on behalf of my comrades and myself. Though, it can speak for itself, I assume." Kizuki would turn his attention over to Abzerute then, focusing his mind on Xylo's and finding that telepathic link once more. "Seems she's got some plans for your home world, Xylo. Maybe those.. Dragon Balls you keep referring to? Perhaps they've become her new muse after the failure on Earth. Lucky you."
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 30, 2016 9:59:04 GMT
Well this was getting off to a rather... unpleasant start to things. the bronze Arcosian thought to himself. His eyes followed to where the Ki blast was heading, spotting an old looking Namekian with a child. Moving as swiftly as he could, he adopted his Brute Form to give himself that little bit more power whilst wearing his armour to weather the attack as he positioned himself between it and the Namekians. His increased size and mass made him the ideal shield for the Namekians As the blast struck him he let out a cry of pain, just glad that his races natural durability could help him stave off being destroyed. He panted a little, looking at the pair. "Don't suppose either of you knows anything about these Dragon Balls do you?" Abzerute asked of them, turning his head to look back towards the mutated Namekian and his Saiyan lackey. He blinked as a mental transmission entered his mind, asking for aid against some kind of Daemon... Given that all he could see and detect here were a Namekian and a Saiyan, he chose to ignore it for the time being. If the Elder in front of him responded that he did indeed have information on the Dragon Balls, the bronze Arcosian would start to pick him, and the childling Namekian up into his arms, holding each one under his arms. "This may get bumpy." he warned them quietly. When the Namekian asked him his purpose he smirked. "I intend to do for Arcose what has been done for Namek. Simple as that." Abzerute answered the Namekian, grimacing as the fin-head began to charge up an attack much more powerful than before. It was then that three new power signatures came into play. A small curious looking oddity that looked like a Namekian but with some distinct differences... and then a ship carrying two envoys from the Solar Saiyan Empire. "This is just not my day today is it?" Abzerute muttered as the Saiyan stepped out and addressed him. "Believe me monkey, nothing right now would give me greater pleasure... but I think the fin-head over there has some other ideas since I'm apparently interrupting his hunting session." he called over to Mayze. With that said, if the Elder Namekian with Milac did indeed have information on the Dragon Balls, and he had successfully put the pair of them under his arms, he would now start to try and fly away at top speeds.
Summary: Brute Form Activated! Weighted Brute PL: 61,420 Took the hit meant for Milac's Elder Tried to pick up Elder and Milac if Elder knows info about D-Balls Backchatted everyone there Trying to escape with Elder and Milac If escape is successful, will take PL for this 
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Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Jan 30, 2016 13:25:11 GMT
Koramund still resting underground and as a blue tree watched everything go down. Xylo could feel some of him, he looked around for a minute there suggesting that Namekians were really perceptive. He cursed silently, how was she even going to do this without dying?! One of his only hopes, the Kami forsaken Arcosian, was leaving the battlefield with a Namek in his arms! Coward.. a Kami forsaken coward. Koramund thought as deeply as he could on this, running through simulation after simulation. Worst case, that Saiyan arguing with the other Saiyan? Both of them are super saiyans. So many people were talented with ki suppression so how could he know the difference?! He can't sense transformations! If people looked at him they would think he had a x10 transformation because.. Arcosian, but he already looked transformed! What could he do?!
Koramund slowly raised his head, before the tree transformed into Koramund. He marched forward towards Mayze while speaking to him, "Queen of the Saiyans? It must be very interessttinng to say the leaast.. hmm?" He keeled to the General before saying, "Koramund the Bioo Androiiidd, at youur serviiice oh Saaaiyan mine." Koramund's words just seemed to extend casually, even if it was a more recent mutation. He spoke calmly, hiding the terror he held deep inside. He was terrified if Zucceta tried to kill him, but he still had that one deal he promised her and wanted to keep. He would get strong enough to fight her one day and make her break a Kami forsaken sweat. He knows he won't be able to kill her, but by Kami he swore that was going to at least make it a interesting battle. Kora snarled on, "I wissh to service the Quueen and asssisst in heer emmpiirre." He raised his head to look at the General in the eyes, before finishing, "Maayy I assist yoouu in thiis sitttuatiooon Frrrieendd mine?"
(Koramund's PL - 102,141 - Ki sense off)
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