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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 3, 2016 20:10:20 GMT
The mountains of Mt. Paozu surrounded a hybrid being. Trees of all kinds and shapes were firmly rooted to he ground, standing the test of Time. Celmaru Waterfield, with two green wrist guards on his arms, trudged through the mountainous landscape, walking along an old dirt path. Each footstep softly echoed into the land below, showing Celmaru how much he's actually climbed. Clouds were brushing past his upstanding hair, water droplets accumulating in the tips of his hair. Fresh mountain air invaded Celmaru's nostrils, enticing his lungs into wanting more. Sighing, Celmaru continued up the path, towards the top of the tallest mountain.
"Husband?" A soft voice rang, "Why are you climbing this mountain?"
"I heard that this area was a better place for meditation, so I decided to see for myself."
"The air is thinner up here than by the base of the mountain."
"Do you think I'm affected by that?"
"....You're half-Human, are you not?"
"I'm also half-Saiyan. You know that for sure, out of everyone else."
"The lack of air up here may affect your mind if you move too much."
"I realize that, but meditation won't require too much breathing or strain on my lungs."
"I'm only looking out for your safety and well-being, husband."
"Can you stop calling me that?"
"No, we are lawfully wedded. It would be rude to call you anything else."
Sighing again, Celmaru softly blushed as he trudged up the mountain, trying to ignore Phae the seaweed kitsune. Loud, thunderous footsteps can be heard below them both. Dinosaurs roamed the land below, making all sorts of ruckus, and creating all kinds of danger to defenseless animals. Ignoring Phae and the dinosaurs, Celmaru walked up into the clouds, reaching the top of the mountain. White covered his face, also becoming damp from the water droplets. Celmaru had trouble finding the path due to the clouds, so he kept walking straight, finding glimpses of the path. Eventually, his eyes were met with pure sunlight once again, the peak of Mt. Paozu in sight.
"I feel something here.....let's just hope that's just some built up spiritual energy here..."
(Thread PL w/ Light Weights: 18,798)
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 5, 2016 2:18:45 GMT
The locals told Beryl that many warriors and martial artists trained on Mount Paozu’s peaks. The mountain was known for being teeming with all sorts of vibrant yet dangerous wildlife such as dinosaurs, sabertooth tigers and wolves. Usually, Beryl avoided peril whenever he could; however, this particular instance was an exception. The Galactic Patrol’s roster was growing at a slow and steady rate, and visiting Mount Paozu offered a unique opportunity for Beryl to do more scouting for potential recruits. Plus, he could also do some training in the meantime, even though intense gravity training offered much larger gains. Beryl had to be careful about that though; training under one hundred and fifty times normal gravity was no joke, and overdoing it could cause catastrophic damage to his body. Quietly, Beryl stood on Mount Paozu’s peak; the cloud was a serene blue and completely cloudless, causing the sun to shine with an almost spiritual radiance. The air was frosty cold, but it didn’t seem to bother the dark-skinned human much. He wore a bright yellow beanie, a black long sleeved shirt marked with a curious dark-green Galactic Patrol symbol, gray pants and green and white sneakers. A modest brown jacket was worn over the young man’s casual outfit, one that betrayed the sheer amount of power he housed. Beryl felt the two strangers’ ki signatures approaching him. At first, he didn’t turn around; instead, he took a moment to gauge both of their powers. One was larger than the other; the larger ki signature was miniscule in comparison to Beryl’s, but it was still leagues higher than the average Earthling or hell – the average Saiyan. That alone piqued Beryl’s interest, enough for him to speak to the two. “I didn’t expect anyone else to come up here,” Beryl said, looking over his shoulder. Just from Celmaru’s wild, spiky black hair, Beryl assumed that he was a full-blooded Saiyan. It was odd; there were certainly a lot of Saiyans or half-Saiyans on Earth for whatever reason. “Something tells me you two aren’t up for sight-seeing, am I right?”PL — 154,593. Spiritual Insight (x16P): 2,473,488Celmaru Waterfield |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 5, 2016 4:10:39 GMT
Raising one eyebrow towards the Earthling, Celmaru could only begin to wonder what someone like him was doing up here. Stopping in place, he concentrated on the Earthling, beholding something overpowering. His eyes growing wide from shock, Celmaru stepped back from the power he felt.
"Two....p-point four million...!?" Celmaru whispered, surprised by such power.
Celmaru didn't remain surprised for long, noticing his possibly rude behavior. Hoping to have not given the Earthling a rude first-impression, Celmaru spoke in response to his question.
"No, I'm not up here for any sightseeing. I'm here to train. But from what I can sense from you, you seem to have no reason to."
Crossing his arms, muffling his green wrist guards, Celmaru shifted his weight from one leg to another. He wondered what an Earthling power such as his doing at the peak of Mt. Paozu. Attempting to start off with a polite disposition, Celmaru asked Beryl a simple question.
"Do you mind if I ask of you your name?" Celmaru asked, his arms still crossed, "One doesn't see many Earthlings up here all that often, so I'd like to know who was powerful enough to train in this thin mountain air."
Celmaru's wrist guards quivered as he spoke, wanting to interject. Celmaru attempted to ignore the being within the wrist accessories. He was curious about this Earthling, and who he was. Many questions circulated throughout his mind, including how he obtained such a gigantic power level. Celmaru could only wonder as he awaited a response from Beryl, the wind picking up around them. Celmaru wandered through his thoughts as he waited.
"His power is staggering. I can only wonder what abilities he holds...I just hope he's friendly..."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 17, 2016 7:20:30 GMT
Beryl noticed the hybrid’s stunned silence, coupled with the widening of his eyes and his general uneasiness. “He can probably sense my power,” Beryl concluded, ruling out the possibility that he was intimidating Celmaru from physical appearance alone. The staring and observing didn’t last for long; eventually, the Saiyan hybrid spoke up, claiming that he was on the mountain peak for training. Beryl’s suspicions about the stranger’s ki sensing abilities were confirmed when Celmaru made a comment about Beryl’s level of strength. The Galactic Patrol leader hummed. “Mm, I’m not that strong,” the dark-skinned human stated simply. Beryl was infamous for his modesty. “I still have a lot of work to do. Honestly, I’m here to make sure that no one’s lost or stranded. There’s been a growing number of people who become stranded up in the mountaintops; many of them are martial artists like yourself.” Beryl glanced at Celmaru’s wrist guards; to him, they looked like any ordinary wrist guards, but he couldn’t help but get the nagging notion that someone or something was inside of the things. “My name’s Beryl. I’m the leader of the Galactic Patrol,” the young adult introduced. “You’re right. Humans aren’t exactly known for their strength, especially when you compare us to all of the other races out there.” It stung, but it was true. Humans, in general, were weak, extremely weak. “But that doesn’t mean we’re weak. We just have to work a lot harder than everyone else. Thankfully, that hasn’t deterred me from striving to constantly improve myself.” Beryl shifted from one foot to another, a maneuver that helped him stay warm in the harsh, arctic environment they were in. “If you’re up here for training, mind if I join you? We can spar if you’d like,” Beryl asked, looking about casually. “So far, I haven’t run into anyone who needed help up here. While that’s good news, it has left me with nothing to do for now.” There was a pause. “Besides, I’m curious to see what you can do.” Celmaru Waterfield OOC - Very sorry for the wait. I've been having a lot of emergencies/serious business to tend to. |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 18, 2016 2:11:06 GMT
"Beryl, huh?" Celmaru muttered, his arms still folded, "...Interesting name."
Celmaru listened to Beryl, about his duty to guide wandering people;
"I never thought there would be a job for such a problem..."
Continuing to listen, he then heard Beryl mention an organization called the "Galactic Patrol", which intrigued Celmaru greatly;
"Excuse me, if I might interject, but what is the Galactic Patrol? I've never heard of that organization before today."
Even how Humans are have to simply work harder than the rest, and Celmaru simply nodded as if in agreement, being half-Human himself. Quirking one eyebrow at the Earthling, Celmaru replied bluntly, asking if he faced many trials to gain such strength.
"Have you faced many obstacles to gain such strength? Or are you somehow transformed in some way?"
As Celmaru spoke, his wrist guards wriggled beneath his arms, attempting to fight against Celmaru. Grunting quietly, he pressed his arms against them, muffling them with greater force. They continued to writhe under him biceps as Beryl continued to speak to Celmaru. His eyes became slightly wider when he offered to spar with him.
"W-Well, I wouldn't think that sparring with someone like me would do much for you, Beryl. Someone around my level of strength would only hope to scratch you..."
Then Beryl mentioned that he had little to do, and that he was curious as to what Celmaru could do. The wind began to pick up against atop the chilling mountain peak. Celmaru began to shake slightly from the cold, but ignored to act a bit tougher in front of Beryl.
"If you'd like to see my ability, then I guess that's fine....But should I remove my weights if we were to spar?"
Celmaru's new weights were a bit uncomfortable around him, encompassing his black shirt and his black shoes. They were new, and he assumed that they just needed to be broken in a bit before they became any more comfortable. Celmaru loosened the grip of his wrist guards under his folded arms, muttering softly to them, hoping Beryl wouldn't hear.
"You can move around once we start sparring...if it comes to that."
Celmaru was being rather cold to the being within the wrist guards, but only because if he wasn't, he'd be forever embarrassed by what it'd do once it was freed. The being he was forced to be with for the rest of his life was within those wrist accessories, and he was intend on never showing her to Beryl, saving him from utter embarrassment. Phae Waterfield however, was becoming impatient, as wanted to be near her husband; just not in this way. Her current form started to bubble, and was beginning to shift around Celmaru wrists, her Ki fluctuating rapidly. Celmaru shoved his hands into his pockets, the wrist guards plunging into the fabric abyss with them, albeit only partially.
"Don't you dare embarrass me now, Phae."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 23, 2016 3:08:58 GMT
“Oh, the Galactic Patrol?” Beryl repeated, arching a brow. He figured that there were still many people that didn’t know too much about the organization; after all, it had been nearly defunct for several hundred years, and it had just been revived only a few weeks ago. “The Galactic Patrol is a cosmic police force; think of it as the Space Police,” Beryl began to explain, preferring to keep it simple. “We basically make sure that the galaxy’s safe. It’s been defunct for a few hundred years, but it’s been recently revived by a collective galactic effort.” Beryl hoped the explanation was comprehensive enough without being confusing. Celmaru continued to be forward with his inquires, now asking if Beryl’s strength was a byproduct of either harsh trials or a total transformation. “Huh. To be honest, I’m not completely sure. I have faced a lot of trials, yeah, but I don’t look any different. I think it’s more of a mental and spiritual transformation if that makes any sense,” the dark-skinned human answered. “Most people think that transformations have to be fancy and grandiose – like a Super Saiyan’s ascension or an Arcosian assuming their True Form. The sky darkens; rain falls; lightning cracks; energy cackles; the earth shakes – all that good stuff.” Beryl waved a hand. “Sometimes, the most powerful transformations are the most subtle ones.” In the back of his mind, Beryl pondered about his own “transformation”. Obtaining true spiritual insight – the ability to discern one’s spiritual consciousness – was a feat that he recently achieved. While it granted him access to tremendous amounts of power, it did not change his physique or physicality one bit. He looked as physically unimpressive, musculature wise, as always, but his power was truly an anomaly, one that betrayed his scrawniness. “I always get something out of sparring; besides, I can suppress my power and make it near equal with yours. That way, we can spar on even ground,” Beryl said, rocking back and forth on his heels. “With that in mind, you’ll be able to do a lot more than just scratch me.” His dark-colored eyes shifted towards the green-colored wrist weights. “You won’t have to take them off; I’ll be sure to account for them. I know how much wearing weights can benefit your training.” Once an avid user of training weights himself, Beryl owed a lot of his major gains to using them. Once training weights became too light, he resorted to using high-intensity gravity to augment his training sessions. As Celmaru prepared himself, Beryl lowered his power level, doing his best to make it as close to Celmaru’s power as possible. He brought his hands up from out of his pockets; both clenched into tight fists as Beryl assumed a standard, left-handed boxing stance. “Are you ready?” Beryl asked. Whenever Celmaru confirmed, the dark-skinned human immediately dashed forward, hoping to ram his right elbow directly into the hybrid’s solar plexus! Celmaru Waterfield |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 23, 2016 3:52:57 GMT
" Ah, so you can suppress your Ki. I'm glad to hear as much." Celmaru said, relieved, " But you know, I agree with you about transformations. They don't have to be flashy to be effective." Oddly enough, Celmaru felt as if he'd contradict himself one day if he ever truly transformed. Quietly shaking his head to dismiss that strange feeling, Celmaru crouched down slightly, positioning himself to stand within his fighting stance. Guiding his left arm to angle itself at a 90 degree angle from its origin, and leaving his right hand to stay in a clawed position, prepared to clasp its digits around any stray blasts. The air sparked around him, with the hybrid's aura igniting around him. The light blue color of his Ki surrounded him, lashing out at the air like an impossibly wild flame. " Alright, come at me once you're ready." the hybrid spoke, nervous, " Although, even if you suppress your power, I'm not going to hold back...I don't think I'd be able to afford to." Gulping, the hybrid warrior looked into the Earthling's eyes as the wind around them picked up, brushing through Celmaru's upstanding hair. Blinking as he spoke, Celmaru uttered a simple sentence. " Let's fight." As soon as those words were uttered, Beryl sprinted straight towards Celmaru. Noticing his arm adjusting itself to plant an elbow somewhere along his physical biology, Celmaru instinctively brought his left arm to catch the opposing warrior's elbow. If done successfully, Celmaru would proceed to bring Beryl closer to him, sending him into his left knee. If that failed, he'd attempt to jump backwards to give himself space for a Ki Blast Volley. As those thoughts crossed his mind as he took action to begin the sparring match, his green wrist guards started to bubble to life. Celmaru noticed this immediately as he began thinking of an potential attacking patterns, and didn't have any spare time to stop it. The green accessories sprouted large seaweed spikes, long enough to puncture anything within Celmaru's arm length. They proceeded to attempt an attack on Beryl; a sneaky strike of sorts. " No, Phae, I told you to-!" The spikes began to weave their way towards Beryl, albeit barely extending from the hybrid's wrist. Despite this, it was already too late for the hybrid to stop the sudden attack, so now Beryl was in for a shocking surprise...Celmaru's "weights" were attacking along with their owner!
(Phae Waterfield has entered the fray unintentionally! Her Thread PL is 6,266) Beryl Roarke |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 24, 2016 22:46:38 GMT
“Ki suppression’s probably one of the most useful things I’ve learned. I might not be able to use ki outside of my body, but at least I have decent control of it if it’s inside my body,” Beryl replied, watching carefully as Celmaru adopted a combat-ready stance. The fighting stances Beryl had seen varied in form and function; most were based upon ancient martial arts forms. If he were to garner a guess, Celmaru’s was probably derived from an ancient martial art form as well. Unlike Beryl, Celmaru let his ki surge freely, the blue-tinted aura shrouding the hybrid’s being in a display of power. The half-Saiyan was right; he couldn’t afford to go easy on Beryl. Even if the Galactic Patrol Leader was only using around one percent of his full power, it was still enough to give Celmaru a run for his money. It was good on Celmaru’s part that he prepared accordingly. Celmaru managed to catch Beryl’s elbow strike. The dark-skinned human lifted his eyebrows in slight surprise, but his expression changed once he was pulled forward into the hybrid’s extended left knee. The knee strike made Beryl freeze in place temporarily, pain shooting up his gut through the rest of his body. Blinking rapidly, he felt another power closing in on him from close proximity. The source? Celmaru’s wrist weights. “What?!” Dangerous, green spikes emerged from the wrist guards, twisting and turning like vines. Hurriedly, Beryl tried to wrench his elbow away from Celmaru’s hand, but even if he had the strength to do it, he didn’t have the time. So, he had to make do with what he could do. One of the tendrils managed to slice Beryl’s cheek, producing a clean cut that began to steadily ooze a trail of blood. Leaning away from the other tendrils, Beryl reached for the closest one, the one that managed to cut his face, with his left hand. His plan was to try and snap the tendril in half and then to use the broken part as an improvised weapon to bash Celmaru’s arm, the one holding Beryl’s elbow in place, with it. It seemed odd and unorthodox, but it was what Beryl was known for: the ability to use anything and everything as a potential weapon whether it was his fists, his elbows, a piece of wood, a toothpick or a pool noodle. PL - Suppressed to 25,000. ImprovisationN1 [8250 PL]
Anything in Beryl’s hands can be used as a weapon. Chairs, pens, pipes, playing cards, rocks, kitchen utensils, a toothpick – it doesn’t matter. If there’s any object in Beryl’s reach, he’ll be able to find some way to weaponize it, no matter how odd or strange it may be. Deals 33% of PL in damage.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Feb 25, 2016 2:58:48 GMT
A tendril was snapped off of the green accessory, resulting in a feminine yelp to be heard from the wrist guards. A tiny drop of blood trickled from the left wrist guard, dripping off the circumference of Celmaru's arm as he cursed under his breath. He didn't want this to happen, at least not so soon. " Tch!" Celmaru ducked down, still grasping Beryl's elbow to ensure a strike, and went for a uppercut with his right hand. A vein appeared on his left temple as he did so, beginning to scold Phae, who was now injured. The hybrid also didn't expect for the green guards to continue attacking, aiming for the warrior's ankles before Celmaru attacked. " I told you not to interfere!" " I apologize, but I wouldn't be able to stand to see you hurt..." "I can recover myself!" The hybrid was busy thinking of another attack pattern as he moved, running through multiple scenarios very, very briefly. The fact that Beryl had obtained a short tendril of seaweed was concerning, as now he had a weapon. Moving upwards to throw the uppercut punch, Celmaru exclaimed as he went. " Are we using weapons now? Or are you just improvising for my mistakes?" If the hybrid were to be injured by the broken tendril, then Phae would counterattack with another spiked seaweed tendril aimed at Beryl, and Celmaru would likely counter the attack with a blast of his. Otherwise, Celmaru would attempt to jump over Beryl for a backside attack, or a small volley of Ki Blasts. Phae, meanwhile, would simply wait for another possible opening from Beryl as her partner attacked on the "front lines" of sorts in this sparring match. Celmaru didn't expect a match today, and Beryl surely didn't expect living "weights"!
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 4, 2016 1:57:19 GMT
“His wrist guard’s bleeding?”Now, this spar was starting to get strange. Before, Beryl wasn’t expecting for sharp, seaweed tentacles to jump out at him; now, after snapping one of them in half, the wrist guard the tentacles were attached to started to ooze blood. He had a feeling that the power he sensed earlier wasn’t just a random signature; it belonged to whatever being resided in Celmaru’s training weights. Whatever it was, it was intent on making Beryl’s life difficult with continuous tendrils spawning from the weights, poised to wrap around Beryl’s ankles in order to immobilize him. Celmaru’s uppercut hit Beryl right in the face, causing him to stumble backwards from the impact. However, his improvised weapon, the broken length of hardened seaweed, would connect with Celmaru’s arm with startling force, enough to encourage or force the hybrid to relinquish his grip on the dark-skinned human’s elbow. Beryl felt seaweed wrapping around his ankles; at that time, another separate, spiked tendril aimed for his body while ki sparked within Celmaru’s palm, clearly meant for Beryl’s face. With a huff and a burst of speed, the Galactic Patrol leader vanished. The seaweed around his ankles shredded into organic confetti, and both Phae’s and Celmaru’s attacks would strike nothing but open air. “It seems like it’s two against one. It’s only fair that I can use anything I have, especially if I’m fighting on even strength with you,” Beryl said as he was already in motion, poised to toss Celmaru to the ground with a simple yet effective throw. If the throw was successful, Beryl would then try to stomp repeatedly on Celmaru’s wrist guards, intent on making Phae think twice before trying to shank him with her hentai-like protrusions. [SU1] - Translocate used.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 4, 2016 22:39:31 GMT
Celmaru inhaled sharply as the broken tendril pierced his forearm. Pain shot up his arm, forcing the hybrid's hand to release Beryl's elbow. Forcing himself to ignore the pain, Celmaru brought his opposite fist forwards, intent on simply thwacking the Galactic Patrol leader's face. His effort was in vain, however, as the leader vanished into thin air, revealing himself moments later. A short cry was heard from his wrists, and tiny pieces of seaweed were thrown up into the air, in shreds. " Hyah!" " Wha-!?" An odd sensation permeated throughout Celmaru's forearms, his wrist guards quivering in pain. Tiny spurts of blood shot out of the wrist accessories, falling onto the rocky ground underneath Celmaru's feet. Sighing, the hybrid began fiddling with his "weights". They unraveled, removing themselves from the hybrid's wrists. As Celmaru did so, Beryl made his move, sprinting forwards to grab him. " I never intended for her to intervene, Beryl. She happens to be a little impulsive..." Before Beryl grasped his injured forearm, the hybrid hastily, yet gently placed his wrist guards upon the ground. Celmaru was thrown upwards into the air a short time later, then suddenly being crushed into the ground. The hybrid's arms were fortunately out of harm's way, and were constantly being assaulted by Beryl's offense. Celmaru frantically waved his arms about along the ground, hoping to avoid the leader's feet. As the hybrid was avoiding a certain pair of feet, the wrist guards began to bubble once more, but not to attack. The accessories grew bigger, and grew wider. A feminine form revealed itself from the wrist guards, its shape defining itself slowly, but something was missing. Phae Waterfield changed back into her humanoid form; albeit her arm was missing, spread along the rocky earth in organic confetti. Blood trickled down her mouth as she quivered in pain, holding her amputated, and therefore stumped arm with the other. Several strands of seaweed hung from the wound, dripping with blood. The strands of extra seaweed quivered along with its owner, but almost like tiny arms, rather than destroyed skin. Still in great pain, Phae spoke to her husband, desperate to help. " ....C-Celmaru....let me...h-help..." Celmaru caught a glimpse of Phae's condition, and his eyes went wide. His dark brown hues dilated sharply, transforming into tiny dots in his corneas. Turning back to Beryl, he contracted his legs, and his aura burst to life. Its normal blue color changed to a bright white, raging around him like an impossible bonfire. The hybrid's legs were up to his chest, and were thrust upward, aimed for a certain place under the belt. If he were to miss, Celmaru would direct his kick towards the opponent's knees. An attack sparked to life in the hybrid's hands as he thrust his feet forwards. A red and white ki sphere formed, lightly sparking with power. " Bastard..." Celmaru muttered, " She wasn't supposed to be involved in this!" A basic blast attack was ready to fire, and was aimed directly at Beryl's face. Celmaru's hidden power was activated, and was ready to be unleashed. The red and white ki sphere was thrown at Beryl, the blast spinning like a curveball. Its speed was greatly increased, due to the hybrid's enhanced power, and Celmaru knew that...hoping that it would be more than effective.
(Great Blast Crash was fired! 33% (HP) PL!) (Hidden Potential activated: PL is now 75,192!) (Have fun Beryl Roarke !) |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 7, 2016 2:10:09 GMT
“Those weights? They were a … person?!” Now, Beryl had no clue what was going on. At first, he was certain that Celmaru’s weights were just some strange, creepy, cursed wrist guards that housed a restless, vengeful, tentacle-seaweed spirit. Instead, it turned out that the weights were actually a woman, and she was in pretty bad shape at that. One of her arms was missing, but instead of bone and sinew, the stumpy limp seemed to be composed of seaweed, the same kind that managed to slice Beryl’s cheek and wrap around his ankles. With Phae busted-up and crippled, Beryl immediately ceased his stomping frenzy, eyes widening in shock and concern. “… Is she okay--?” He didn’t have time to finish; the half-Saiyan’s feet shot forward, aiming to hit Beryl right in the dick. Hurriedly, Beryl shifted his stance, positioning himself so that he’d take the blow to the thigh instead. Grunting, he stumbled backwards, temporarily thrown off balance. Celmaru screamed in anger, pissed that his precious wife had been royally fucked up. Beryl’s eyes shot open even further; he felt the hybrid’s power climb – the trigger clearly being Phae’s horrible physical condition. Ki sparked within Celmaru’s palm, and Beryl saw it. He couldn’t suppress his power at the level it was at anymore; if he continued to do so, then he’d get his ass beat – plain and simple. Celmaru released the ki blast; the sphere of red n’ white spiraled through the air. It eventually crashed into Beryl, covering the area with white snow and gray smoke. The mountain peaks quaked underneath the blast’s power and for a few moments, there was complete silence. As the smoke cleared, Beryl’s silhouette came into view. He remained standing though there was a sizeable black blotch on his right cheek. Part of his coat was ripped along with his pants though his signature hat was thankfully unscathed. He stared at Celmaru for a moment before his sepia gaze fell over the injured Phae. “I didn’t even realize that your wrist guards were an actual person,” Beryl commented, frowning. “She looks like she needs medical attention.” The dark-skinned human’s power had shot up as well, now hovering at an even one hundred thousand. “Or are you still set on fighting me?” Saiyans, whether full-blooded or half, weren’t exactly the easiest to calm down. PL - Increased to 100,000. Celmaru Waterfield |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 7, 2016 4:16:55 GMT
" Haaagh....Maybe I should've explained earlier...." Celmaru muttered, looking up at the sky. The hybrid sat up, his anger soon fading. He shook his head, regret sinking in as he took another look at Phae. Disdain was the only thing he felt, yet a tiny twinge of concern dwelled within him. Sighing, Celmaru pushed off against the ground to stand. Looking up towards Beryl, who was successfully struck by the Great Blast Crash, was looking towards Phae in concern. " She's fine. I know she can heal much faster than anyone on this planet." " ....Are you....done fighting?" Celmaru turned towards Phae, a steely look on upon his facial expression. " If you're going to insist on helping, you're not going to be doing much in that state...so we're done for now." The shredded scraps of seaweed began to quiver along the ground, slowly squirming towards each other. As they came into contact with one another, they fused, making a giant heap become a small lump. The seaweed woman walked over to the lump, holding it just above her amputated arm. The broken slits of seaweed than hung from her arm began to stretch; reaching out to grab the lump. The clasped around the lump, it shifting to form a forearm. Her wound practically cauterized itself as the strings of seaweed attached themselves to the bicep of Phae, but the forearm hung there, not fully attached to her arm just yet. It hung by the strands, limply attached to her limb. Celmaru sighed once more, knowing that she could've done better with it. " It will slowly attach itself, don't worry, husband." " ......I wasn't worrying." " You were~" " I wasn't!" Celmaru turned towards his wife angrily, a vein appearing upon his left temple. His frustration with Phae's sudden appearance in his life was apparent to anyone that knew him, but even to strangers and acquaintances, their relationship was completely one-sided....for now. The hybrid had a soft blush upon his face, and Phae was up to her usual antics once more. She had taken to wound surprisingly well, that can be admitted by anyone, but Celmaru was more surprised that she had the gall to act as such with a previously amputated arm. Her recovered forearm slowly shot up towards her bicep, displaying to Celmaru and Beryl that her claim about it attaching itself wasn't a lie. " Er...Why don't you introduce yourself now, Phae? Given the amount of trouble you've caused Beryl and I....you probably should." " Ah, yes." Phae turned towards Beryl, her forearm still limply hanging from its strands. She lightly bowed, her forearm hanging like it was bent at the elbow. " I apologize for such a sudden appearance during my husband's spar, Beryl. My name is Phae Waterfield....the lawfully wedded wife of Celmaru." " She says that....but it was a forced marriage!" " Hush, husband." " I told you to stop calling me that!" The hybrid's face eventually became beet red as their argument went on. The two were an odd couple, but Phae meant well and Celmaru was unused to any kind of affection that wasn't parent-like. Their typical kind of argument transpired in front of Beryl; that which involved Phae having no sense of shame and Celmaru becoming more and more embarrassed as time went on. Finally, the hybrid sighed in exasperation, and turned towards Beryl to shift the topic of conversation. " I....er...apologize for your clothing...and my sudden outburst....Phae is...." " Your wife-" " Impulsive!" " ....." Phae had a certain look of defeat upon her face, yet her eyes still glinted with a mischievous glare. Her forearm shot up another few centimeters, slowly reaching contact with her bicep. Phae's arm was nearly fully healed already. The two would return to their arguments as another gust of wind picked up, brushing away the loose dirt scattered around from Celmaru's blast. The two would only likely stop their arguments if Beryl spoke up, otherwise they would likely continue for a while.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 8, 2016 0:59:06 GMT
His face still stung like hell — that blast, whatever it was, really did a number on him. Beryl was just thankful that he was able to unleash more of his power on time. Had he not, Celmaru's ki blast could've decapitated him. For now, the fighting was over, and that gave Beryl a chance to finally relax. His shoulders slumped slightly, and a hand lifted to rub at his cheek. He could still feel the scorch mark from Celmaru's ki technique -- thankfully, that was the only thing Beryl had to deal with. "Yeah, an explanation about your weights being a sentient person would've been nice," Beryl agreed, his gaze hovering over Phae. While she looked human, she was anything but that; bits of seaweed dangled from the open wound on her arm. Suddenly, the wound sealed, and the seaweed began to form into the rough equivalent of a forearm. "She can— she can heal herself?" Beryl inquired, watching with a mix of awe and terror as Phae reconstructed her lopped-off arm. Eventually, it became fully formed, but it wasn't attached to the rest of her arm. Instead, the woman allowed her forearm to dangle, only being held together by tendrils of seaweed. The sight made Beryl slightly squeamish, and he looked away as Celmaru and Phae took a few moments to bicker with one another. Once his name was mentioned, Beryl looked back at the couple, blinking in confusion. The seaweed lady introduced herself as Phae, the loyal, caring, lawfully wedded wife of Celmaru. Her introduction immediately sparked a heated response from Celmaru, and before Beryl knew it, the two began to argue once more. The young leader rubbed the back of his head with a hand; he really wasn't in the mood to serve as a marriage counselor, and he had a feeling if he didn't say something soon, Celmaru and Phae would spend the rest of the day bickering with each other. "You two," Beryl would start. "I'm sorry about what happened just now. I didn't mean to hurt Phae, but I don't think now's the time for you both to argue with each other." A pair of dark-brown eyes fell over Celmaru. "Your fighting ability's impressive though, especially that power you unleashed earlier." There was a pause. "You're a Saiyan, aren't you? Or at least half?" The spiky, wild hair along with the dark-colored eyes were what made Beryl ask. "If you are, that'll help explain why you're a naturally good fighter."Celmaru Waterfield |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 13, 2016 6:17:38 GMT
"I once again apologize Beryl, but I told her to not interfere, but she did so anyway."
"I wanted to help you, husband..."
"I didn't need it! You've made this complicated for both Beryl and myself, please refrain from fighting with me unless I truly need it."
Celmaru still had a bright red hue upon his face, his embarrassment nearly reaching its peak. Shaking his head rapidly, hoping to dismiss Phae for now, the hybrid faced Beryl, replying to his comments.
"Er...yes, Phae isn't usually acting as my wrist guards...but she insists on supporting me in battle regardless of what I say..."
His reply was scatterbrained, but it supplied a decent answer regardless. Phae had a defeated look upon her facial expression, but she still retreated from her husband by his demand. She was compliant, but still desired her husband's attention. Meanwhile, Celmaru continued, frantically hoping that his flustering expression would fade eventually.
"Yes, apparently she can heal herself, she never told me however-"
"I never had a necessary reason to..."
Beryl spoke up, explaining himself about how he didn't mean to injure Phae, and how this wasn't the greatest time to be arguing. Sighing in exasperation, Celmaru silently agreed. Beryl then stated how Celmaru's combat capability was oddly impressive. Sighing once more, the hybrid replied hesitantly, having a slight idea of what would come next.
"Er....yes, I'm....fifty percent Saiyan, and fifty percent Human....trust me when I say I act more Human!"
Celmaru braced for impact, awaiting Beryl to reveal a look of disgust on his face, or even just a mere insult. Even after meeting with the elder Ayumu, the hybrid was still uncomfortable revealing his race to others. Phae had a concerned look upon her facial features, wondering why her husband still cowered under a Human's judgement. Mentally sighing within her mind, she and Celmaru awaited Beryl's reaction to the hybrid being as such; a halfbreed.
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