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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 26, 2016 6:57:16 GMT
It was early morning in the Eastern Lands, and Beryl was already in his ship’s gravity chamber – ready for another round of increased gravity training. Originally, he was only mentoring Core – the Arcosian he found in Bamboo Forest. Now, ever since more people joined the Galactic Patrol and as more discovered how powerful Beryl was, plenty more individuals wanted Beryl’s guidance with their martial arts training. At first, Beryl had no clue why everyone was so interested in learning from him; what was funny was that Beryl didn’t even consider himself that strong. This humility was astonishing for someone of his strength caliber to have. After all, Beryl was one of the strongest humans living in the current universe – if not the strongest on Earth. He granted all of the current Galactic Patrol agents free, unrestricted access to his gravity chamber. With the SSE’s power steadily on the climb, Beryl needed to make sure that all of his agents were combat-ready and not just the bare minimum prepared either. Two planets, along with all of its inhabitants, had been brutally killed as a result of the SSE’s galactic conquest. In a way, Beryl blamed himself for the recent happenings. If only he was strong enough to stand up against the tyrannical empire’s might, then maybe – just maybe he would’ve been able to make a difference during the battles that occurred on both Arcose and Kanassa. However, he couldn’t; both planets were dead, and only something miraculous (like the Dragonballs) would be able to restore both planets to their previous states. Seated up against the wall, Beryl’s mind wandered. He had on a typical outfit of his: teal t-shirt, green sweatpants, black shoes and his signature yellow hat. His badge wasn’t on him; there was no need for him to wear it if he was just in his ship training. With a sigh, Beryl titled his head down, face masked from view. So much to do; so much to do. PL -- 206,899; Spiritual Insight (x16P) - 3,310,384Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Mar 26, 2016 8:01:17 GMT
[ PL: 116,938 ]
Another night on Beryl’s ship, and Core’s second good night of sleep. After discovering the problem Core had with his sleep on Earth, the Arcosian, or to be specific, Daiki, the saiyan living inside him, had found a solution. While Core was sleeping in his egg, Daiki’s ghost was sleeping on the bed, so Core wasn’t alone in his room while sleeping and he was relieved of his stress, allowed to fully recover his power and energy. When waking up, this time, Daiki disappeared as soon as Core opened his eyes and would go back inside him, the ki appearance of the saiyan was more realistic day after day, this time, he even had his skin color different from his clothing. ‘’ You really are getting stronger with him Daiki aren’t you…’’ Core would say to himself, knowing that the saiyan needed his own rest now while Core’s day would begin.
The young Arcosian would notice something that would make him smile widely, he would feel a ki signature he hasn’t felt in a while, Beryl, the ship’s owner was home finally after tomorrow, which Core and Daiki dedicated to their training in the gravity chamber. Core would feel Beryl’s ki signature that was in the gravity chamber, Core would smile to himself a bit and rush toward the gravity chamber, which with Beryl’s presence, was easily found able compared to the previous time due to Core simply following Beryl’s ki trace in the ship.
When Core finally arrived to the gravity chamber, he would see Beryl inside it. Core was suddenly struck with a lot of joy. Over time, the Arcosian had gotten attached to his human friend, and seeing him back after a while was making him happy. Core opened the gravity chamber’s door and would jump in, going right in front of Beryl, though he wanted to, he wouldn’t hug him, he knew the human wasn’t that much used to having someone closed to him from Core’s species, he knew he wasn’t at his ease with them. ‘’ Hi Beryl! It’s been a while! Where were you after this time? I couldn’t find the ship, were you gone? Because if so, you could have told me… I was worrying a bit there… I though you went in a mission with the galactic patrol but had forgotten to tell me… anyway, I’m glad to see you again!’’ Core would say happily, jumping on the ground quickly.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 27, 2016 21:48:16 GMT
“Mm?” Someone was approaching the gravity training room. Beryl looked up and spotted Core making his way towards him. Considering how Beryl forgot to tell Core that he was going on a recruitment drive on Namek, it was fair for Core to be worried about Beryl’s sudden disappearance. With a slow shrug, he eyed the grey-skinned Arcosian with a pair of solemn, dark-brown eyes. “Sorry, Core. I should’ve told you that I was going somewhere,” Beryl apologized. “I went to Namek in order to check up on the situation there. Recently, Moori Capitol on Namek was completely destroyed. There are no standing structures left; it’s just a giant crater with crumbled buildings.” Images of the devastated metropolis flashed within Beryl’s mind. His visage contorted in distaste. “However, I did what I could in order to set up safe havens for survivors of the attack to go to. The Galactic Patrol now has an established presence there; if more trouble happens, we’ll respond to it.” There was a pause. “I also managed to get a few more recruits on Namek too. Have you met them already?” With that, Beryl rose up from the ground, hands moving to brush his clothing off. He proceeded towards the gravity machine’s computer console. “You must’ve been training hard ever since I’ve left; you feel a lot stronger than before.” Beryl couldn’t just ignore that fact; Core amassed a large amount of power ever since Beryl left for his mission to Namek. Without the gravity machine available to the Changeling, Beryl suspected that either Core found another gravity chamber to use, or he resorted to other methods to augment his gains. Either way, the frost demon was putting in some work. “I’m about to do some training.” The dark-skinned human looked over his shoulder at the young Arcosian. “You interested? What level of gravity are you at now?”Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Mar 27, 2016 23:29:09 GMT
While Beryl was apologizing for his absence and the fact that he didn’t told Core where he was going or where he was coming back, the Arcosian would giggle lightly and shake his head. ‘’ It’s okay Beryl, I mean, the worst thing was that I forgot my egg in my room… so I had a little trouble to find somewhere to sleep but it was okay, I mostly slept near peaceful places, like the bottom of a lake… fun times!’’ Core would say with a giggle before Beryl mentioned that he went to Namek, the changeling would then tilt his head lightly, hearing about the destruction. ‘’N-namek?! B-but… I’m pretty sure.. one of my brother was sent there… it’s one of the most known planet to have life on it… I… I hope nothing happened to him… or that he wasn’t there…’’ The Arcosian would say in a rather afraid voice, he didn’t want to find a body instead of a brother when he’d find one of them…
Core would see the pain on Beryl’s visage, he had seen destruction and the result of war probably, Core didn’t had any doubt, it was probably the Saiyan Solar Empire who attacked this peaceful planet, and he was rather sad for Beryl. ‘’ You did your best like always Beryl, it’s fine, you are a hero for a lot of people there… I’m sure of it.’’ Core would say to give Beryl some peaceful though about this, then he heard about the new recruits and smiled a bit. ‘’ I did, I met some of them… made a breakfast for everyone when you came back, after all, they are part of the Galactic Patrol, I had to make myself a good presentation, my species isn’t known for being so peaceful and nice so I had to show that I am!'' When he mentioned that Core was training hard, the Arcosian would nod to his mentor. ‘’ Yes! I trained under gravity as well! And I also don’t wear my weights, so you’re feeling the true power of my suppressed form... or the full supressed power of my true form... erm... thats complicated...’’ Core would say with an bubbly happy voice.
After a moment however, Beryl would propose a training, which core was absolutely wanted to do, he would quickly nod and smile happily. ‘’ Of course I want to train with you! Show you my progress and train even further! I can feel it now… I know you were right about those ‘other forms’ for Arcosian… I can feel my body is changing lightly… anyway! I’m fifthy time Earth’s gravity now, I guess raising the gravity by ten time each time is a good pattern… and I could also show you my maximum power, you know, show me all the progress you helped me achieve!’’ He would say in his enthusiastic voice, hoping to impress Beryl with his maximum power level, he though he could over the one million unit of ki, which would be insane for his body, but also a great achievement for him.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 28, 2016 18:55:02 GMT
Ah, the luxuries of being Arcosian. Not having to worry about clothes, or having to breathe or being remotely bothered by environmental factors. At first, Beryl thought that his sudden disappearance would’ve been a major inconvenience to Core, but after hearing how the Changeling coped, he didn’t feel nearly as bad for not telling Core everything. “I didn’t see any Arcosians that looked like any of your brothers on Namek; as a matter of fact, I don’t think I saw any Arcosians at all.” Beryl continued typing on the gravity machine’s console’s keyboard as he spoke. “I’m a hero, huh?” He sighed. “No, I’m just someone trying to do the right thing. Hopefully now, Namek will be stable for a while. It’ll give us time to address the situations concerning Arcose and Kanassa.” Two planets were gone in the span of a few months; the SSE’s rampage had to be stopped at all costs. It was refreshing to hear that Core had assimilated well into the Galactic Patrol. As the only Arcosian member, Beryl was a little bit worried that the other members wouldn’t respond to Core well. Then again, once Beryl thought about it, the Galactic Patrol’s roster was surprisingly diverse racial wise; it was a perfect representation of what the Galactic Patrol should be: people from all parts of the universe pitching in in order to make the galaxy a safer place. “Well, I’m glad that you’re getting along with everyone. I’m doing a lot more interviews later this week, so you should expect to see a lot more members coming in,” Beryl said, finalizing the gravity machine’s settings. “And you’re at fifty times normal gravity? You’re making good progress. Go ahead and get ready; transform; do whatever you need to do. The machine’s almost ready.”After a few moments, Beryl initiated the gravity simulation program. The gravity machine whirred loudly, the device producing an artificial gravitational field. In a matter of seconds, the room’s internal gravity would go from normal gravity to fifty times normal gravity. Beryl wouldn’t notice the difference, but Core definitely would. With that done, Beryl stepped away from the computer console and glanced at Core. “Whenever you’re ready, go ahead and start.” The Galactic Patrol leader didn’t even bother getting into his fighting stance; he was confident that he’d be able to react quickly enough to whatever Core had in store for him. Since Beryl didn’t have an accurate gauge of Core’s strength, Beryl decided to wait until the Changeling unleashed his full power (or the maximum he wanted to use) before suppressing his own power. Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Mar 28, 2016 19:59:59 GMT
Core was happy that there was no trace of his brothers on Namek, he wouldn’t been able to deal with one death in his family right now, he would smile lightly at the new and tilt his head at Beryl’s doubt that he was a hero, Core would shake his head lightly. ‘’ This is exactly what a hero is Beryl, someone who want to do the right thing, you are this kind of person, and your strength helps you as well, you are a true heroin the whole!’’ Core would say happily, look down a bit when he mentioned that Kanassa had joined the victim list of the Saiyan Solar Empire. ‘’ This is horrible.. how can they keep doing that kind of thing… is there a limit to their cruelty… is there a way to stop this… I would do anything to stop them…’’ Core would tell Beryl, tightening his fist, of course he didn’t liked his home planet that much, but the saiyans were butchering his kind so easily, it made him angry.
While he heard Beryl’s concern about him getting along with the group, Core would admit to himself that he first had the same doubt, being an Arcosian had his pros, but also its cons, after all, most of his species was seen as evil jerks, so why was he different, that was a mystery, but he was, and he had to prove that he was to everyone he’ll meet so he wouldn’t be attacked on sigh, but the breakfast was a good way to show that he was in fact not here to harm anyone. Hearing about the arrival of even more people, the Arcosian smiled. ‘’ Well! Even more friends I can make! Thank you Beryl!’’ Core would react happily like always as he smiled a bit to Beryl as the human asked him to transform. ‘’ Okay Beryl… I’m not wearing weighted clothes anymore… so you’re going to notice a HUGE gap of power between the previous training we had and now, just so you’re not too surprised’’ Core would say simply as he got in position to transform.
The Arcosian putted his arms each side of his body, his palm toward the sky, struggling quickly as he started to yell out, his ki exploded around him like a fierce flame burning like it was consuming Core, but his ki would be rising incredibly high in barely a couple of second. His body would change, get a bit taller, not by much, his shoulder bio-armor would retract and let only two bio-gem shoulder, the bio-gem on his chest would grow up quickly. After the transformation, Core would look at his palms with wide eyes, this power, was it really his? ‘’ M-my god… Beryl… do you feel it as well? I am… I am… incredibly strong… I can’t imagine… is this really my power?’’ Core would say curiously, looking up at Beryl with wide eyes, he had never felt so strong in his life, and the only person that would compare to him he ever felt is Beryl himself.
Feeling the gravity that was surrounding them and pushing them down, Core would barely be able to feel it. He would look around and then to Beryl, his eyes showed only surprise, he couldn’t believe he was that strong now, compared to his power when he landed on Earth, his previous power was almost nothing. The thing that would bring Core to reality was Core’s voice that he would hear, asking for him to start the spar, he would shake his head and then nod to him and smiled a bit. ‘’ Sorry… I got… surprised for a minute… so… here I come!’’ Core would say as he leaped toward Beryl at a speed where he wasn’t thinking about what he was doing, he couldn’t keep up, it was his reflexes that were playing. The Arcosian would try to trade punches and kick with Beryl, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up a long time on Beryl’s primal ground, but he wanted to warm up, and it was the best way to do so. As soon as he would begin to lose speed against Beryl, he would try to use a classic ki-blast at point blank to Beryl to push him back, a simple concussive blast to push him back.
[True form Core: 1,169,380 ]
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 30, 2016 4:26:57 GMT
With no weighted clothes or his suppressed form holding his power back, Core’s power level was bound to be somewhere in the millions. The transformation was grandiose like all transformations typically were; as the Changeling’s ki expanded and grew, the whole entire ship quaked and shook under Core’s might. Beryl stood still, observing with interest and surprise as the frost demon’s power level continued to climb and climb. It broke one hundred thousand, then five hundred thousand, then seven hundred thousand; the trend continued until Core’s power level plateaued at an immense one point one million. As expected, Core was tremendously surprised by his increase in strength, and Beryl could definitely see why. Out of all of the current recruits within the Galactic Patrol, none of them had managed to break one million power level. Core was the first, and in a way – it was fitting. The kid was an Arcosian after all – the one race who was simply born with massive amounts of power. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you have gotten a lot stronger. You're on a whole new level now; I hope you realize that,” Beryl commented as he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt. If the spar was going to be anything like last time, then Beryl would have to be on top of things. Heck – now, he would have to use at least a third of his full power to reasonably contend with Core, and that was more he could say for anyone else in the Galactic Patrol. However, with how hard everyone was working in order to get stronger, Beryl knew that it was only going to be a matter of time before everyone else either caught with him or surpassed him. When that happened, Beryl could say that he did a good job preparing his beloved recruits. When Core charged, Beryl brought up his fists. The Arcosian launched several punches and kicks at rapid speed, intent on making Beryl trade blows with him. Beryl happily obliged, and he was able to deflect, block or evade the blows without too much trouble. He hadn’t suppressed his power to match Core’s just yet; he wanted to get a good idea of what kind of power he was dealing with first. The point-blank concussive blast was unexpected. Widening his eyes, Beryl grunted as the harsh force crashed into his unprepared body. The Galactic Patrol leader skidded backwards, and Beryl dig his heels into the padded flooring in order to try and bring himself to a stop. Shifting his weight, he bolted forward, moving so fast that the air audibly whooshed as he darted left and right, front and back. He was perfectly visible, but the speed was so great to where Beryl’s body was just blurry. Beryl tried to strike Core with quick palm strikes from numerous angles – from the front, the side, behind. It didn’t matter where; Beryl was simply trying to keep Core off guard. The last and final strike was from behind the side – a harsh palm strike to Core’s cheek with enough force to send the Changeling flying clear across the room. Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Mar 30, 2016 8:52:21 GMT
In his wildest dream of all time, the young Arcosian had never imagine this power that was now his. Was that this kind of power that allowed the oldest tyrant of the Arcosian Empire to blow up whole planets? It probably was, since with his actual power, Core felt like it wasn’t something impossible anymore, but of course it was something he’d never have to do, or at least he hoped so. The young Arcosian just couldn’t believe such a strong aura was emitting from his child body. His aura was flowing around him, the aura that was previously like a small fire was now a complete flame all over him, like a fire licking all over his body and bursting all around, though his aura was still calm so it wasn’t affecting anything else than the temperature, which at this point would be noticeably high to Beryl, after all, the strongest Core was, the highest his effect on his surrounding was growing stronger. Core would catch his master’s look over him, he seemed interested and the Arcosian could even read a bit of pride in him, maybe he was the strongest of his team, right behind Beryl himself, who, despite Core’s optimistic nature, was still miles above Core’s actual power and wasn’t going to get closer anytime soon at all.
Again lost in his though, Core was once more brought back to reality by his master, which was stating the fact that he had gotten a lost stronger, which would bring a blush to the Arcosian’s cheeks, after all, every compliment from Beryl was one that he could take seriously in the whole, and he even mentioned he was on a whole new level, which Core’s reply to was a simple head-shaking. ‘’ I am not on another level yet… but I am close… I’ll be on another level when I’ll achieve my new form… I can feel it tickling me, but I can’t achieve it fully… it’s frustrating a bit… just like I’m missing something, a little detail that makes me unable to transform further…. But I’m sure I’m going to find it… I have to… otherwise I won’t be able to be that useful in the war against the saiyan… and I have to defend my home planet after all… so I promise you Beryl, I will achieve one of those new forms you spoke to me about and I’ll become stronger than every Arcosian in the world!’’ Core would say, his voice filled with a flamboyant hope and his fist to the sky.
While core’s offensive wasn’t really a hundred percent effective, he could feel that Beryl was not really trying to stop him all that much, and then Core would notice something else, his mentor hasn’t suppressed his power level just yet, which made him completely unable to stand against him the slightest. The Arcosian was even widely surprised that his concussive ki-blast affected the human in the first place, maybe the element of surprised wasn’t to be under-estimated so easily just yet, though Core would pay the price of trying to fight against the still fully-powered human. When the full out assault of Beryl began to run down on Core, he was totally defenseless, he barely protected himself against one or two punches, but most of them would hit their target and break the Arcosian’s defense totally, and the final blow to his cheek would send him fly on the wall, bumping against it and slowly drifting down to the ground, he would look at Beryl and massage his cheek lightly. ‘’ W-wow Beryl… you really… didn’t held down on that one… damn… I don’t think I can stand back up just yet… give me a moment…’’ Core would tell to his mentor, he could feel a huge pain in his whole body.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 1, 2016 2:42:37 GMT
Maybe Beryl went a little overboard. After being so used to suppressing his power, Beryl almost forgot about how powerful he was whenever he used the full brunt of his strength. The final palm strike sent Core flying across the gravity chamber, and the young Changeling crashed into the reinforced wall with an echoing boom. With a concerned frown, Beryl turned towards the recovering Arcosian, dark-brown eyes scanning the alien’s body to make sure that Core hadn’t suffered any serious injuries. Arcosians were tough individuals; they could survive planets being destroyed or being tossed into suns; however, that didn’t mean that they were indestructible. A powerful and focused assault would still be plenty to put them in their grave. “Sorry, Core,” Beryl apologized. The last thing he needed was for someone to call child protection services on him for smacking around kids during sparring sessions. “I misjudged your power; I didn’t think I’d need to hold back during this sparring session. Here, I’ll suppress my power now.” Just like that, Beryl’s power level plummeted, lowering from three point three million to a more manageable one point two million. His power equaled about the average Super Saiyan, if Super Saiyans could even be considered average at all. Core was about as strong as a Super Saiyan, meaning that he would be able to contend with plenty of the current galactic threats with solid confidence. “You probably think I’m messed up for hitting you like that,” Beryl proposed, rubbing the back of his head. “And I wouldn’t blame you for it either. When I felt your power – along with the fiery ki surrounding your body – I thought you were going to grow even stronger than you are now, but I was mistaken.” There was a pause. “That’s not to say that you’re weak though. You’re anything but that. In fact, out of the current recruits, I think you’re the strongest one. That speaks volumes.” Another pause. “But don’t become complacent; the rest of the crew will pass you up quickly if you do so.”Beryl remained in a neutral stance for the time being – hands at his sides. “We can continue whenever you’re ready.”Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Apr 1, 2016 3:47:10 GMT
Core was knocked out for a moment from the impact, and he would feel the light taste of blood in his mouth, even though there barely was a bit of it in his mouth actually, but it would just say how powerful Beryl’s slap was, to the point where Core had to analyze the situation again, for a moment, he was totally lost. The Arcosian would stand back up and flex all of his muscle, making sure there wasn’t’ any internal problem with his body, and despite a pain on his cheek, everything seemed to work just fine without any other pain. Core would then turn his eyes to meet Beryl’s sigh and nodded lightly, showing that he was fine, even though he still had the head spinning from the hit, that would show him just how much stronger than him Beryl was, and how much he had to grow to even compare to him.
When the apologize from his mentor came, Core would smile at him a bit, even though he had a small mark on his cheek that was shrinking slowly. He would shake his head while looking at Beryl. ‘’ It’s okay Beryl… I … at least I know I’m tough enough to take a full-powered hit from you right?’’ He would say, trying to make a joke even when he was hurt, though he was almost fully recovered already, it was only one hit at the very least. Hearing what Beryl excuses was, Core would look down a bit, so he was expecting him to already be as strong as him? Could it be that Core was a slow learner after that entire he though? And all the training he did? Was he slacking too much and drinking too much hot chocolate? ‘’ S-sorry Beryl… I am too weak for now… I guess…’’ The Arcosian would sadly admit as he felt his mentor’s power level lowering at the point where Core was fighting barely one third of what Beryl was truly capable of, and somewhere, the little of pride Core had gained through his wins on sparring and the feeling of his new power was blown away by this simple remark the human made to him, it wasn’t Beryl’s fault, it was his.
His Mentor’s words would take him back to reality, it was funny how many times it happened in the past few moment, Core was really not focusing enough on what was happening right now, but he would still shake his head. ‘’ I don’t think you’re messed up… you’re just… really strong… and you expected more of me… it’s my fault… but it’s okay… I’ll keep growing… I won’t… deceive you…’’ Core would say in somewhat of a still sad voice before hearing something he wasn’t expecting to, apparently, he was the Galactic Patrol’s second. ‘’ T-thank you for the compliment… I won’t be slacking off anytime soon… I still need to become stronger… I’ve heard many rumors… about the saiyan solar empire and its soldier… I’m still not strong enough to find them off…’’ Core would say simply. [But I will be… soon…] He would think to himself silently as he returned to a battle stance.
When Beryl said they could continue then he will be ready, he would smile, his fiery aura would return around him and he cracked his neck a bit. ‘’ Let’s go!’’ The Arcosian would yell in a voice full of challenge before leaping toward Beryl and quickly trying to jag him, altering between his face and his stomach, looking for an opening, a moment of absence, anything that would give him the advantages over his mentor. Core had something to prove, if he wasn’t the strongest, then at least he’d show that he had made some progress in his technique and his fighting style, which was more focused and less from his instinct.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 3, 2016 6:45:33 GMT
Perhaps Core was getting a little bit too comfortable with his increases in strength. Judging from the training logs in the gravity chamber, Core had trained in it frequently, and that was what explained how the Arcosian was gaining gravity tolerance so quickly. However, he still had a ways to go until he was able to be considered Beryl’s equal, and it wasn’t like Beryl would stop gaining strength in the meantime. Beryl was following his own training regime – one that could definitely be considered rather extreme by anyone remotely sensible. It was all necessary though; with the way the galaxy was going, Beryl needed to seed himself as one of the most powerful and potent fighters in the universe. It was one of the only way things were going to change for the better, and considering how the Saiyan Solar Empire nearly controlled every inch of the galaxy, Beryl didn’t have much time to achieve gross amounts of strength. “You’re being too hard on yourself,” Beryl said as Core apologized for his supposedly inexcusable weakness. “ Like I said earlier, it’s amazing that you were able to make so much progress in so little time, and you aren’t going to stop at just there either. Don’t worry about the SSE right now; just focus on your training. If you do that, you’ll be ready when the time comes.” Core took a few moments to ready himself; his flame-decorated aura burst to life, shaking the gravity chamber and the massive ship that housed it. Beryl stood in the same position as before – hands in his pockets. Once Core leaped forward to attack, Beryl shifted his stance, eyes narrowing slightly. The Arcosian’s fists started flying – hard, bruising strikes aimed at Beryl’s face and stomach. Beryl’s own arms moved rapidly as he deflected, blocked or redirected the punches the Changeling was throwing his way. One particular strike managed to sneak through the Galactic Patrol Leader’s stalwart guard, and Core’s fist sank into Beryl’s face, causing his head to snap backward from the force of the blow. Beryl stumbled backwards – temporarily off balance – and he quickly tried to stabilize himself in order to counter with a combination attack of his own. A right handed palm strike screamed towards Core’s right arm – aiming to weaken the appendage by striking it right in the inside of the elbow. Not wasting any time waiting to see if his blow was successful or not, Beryl attempted to go for another palm strike – this one with his left hand – aimed directly for the center of Core’s forehead. Finally, Beryl went to grab Core’s right arm and tried to throw the Changeling to the ground with a quick takedown. Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Apr 3, 2016 7:41:35 GMT
The was something the Arcosian wouldn’t understand, and that would be something rather simple, yet something that Core was asking himself since the very beginning of his journey alongside Beryl and later the Galactic Patrol: why was Beryl giving him any trust what so ever? The Arcosian would torment with this question sometime when unable to sleep, which happen often enough so he’d actually be tormented by the question, and it was truly weird. Of course Core knew himself that he was nice and that he would never betray them and Earth in general, but with his attitude going much more into thirsting power, even if it was justified by the approaching threat of the Saiyan Empire, would Beryl never ask any question about why that was? Somewhere within Core, he was really glad that his master was putting so much fate and trust in him, and that would make him smile for a moment, he really came from a long way, and now where he was, everything was threatening by the same persons, the Saiyan Empire, and he was getting ready to fight it, and should he be so power-hungry in need when Beryl first met him, Core doubted that the human would have gave him his trust this easily.
Hearing his mentor’s comforting word would make Core smile lightly, he could tell his mentor was trying to take care of him in the slightest, at least regarding how he was training and things around that, which Core really took to heart. He wanted to surpass what Beryl was expecting from him so that in time of need, Core would actually be fairly useful to him and could stand out from the Earth’s defender as a really good one, somehow hoping that he would be seen as one of those who protected Earth in the time on need, which he felt like it was going to bring him the legitimacy of living here and profiting of its hospitality in general. ‘’ Thanks Beryl… but you know… with everyone saying they had a feeling for the Saiyan return, I kind of feel like I need to rush things… and my body refusing to evolve… even if I feel that I’m so close… it’s frustrating at the highest point… I can feel it… what you talked to me about..’’ Core would begin, looking at his hands slowly. ‘’ My body is changing as I’m getting stronger… it’s getting ready for a major change… yet… It feels like it doesn’t want to complete it…’’ The Arcosian would admit to Beryl in a slightly frustrated voice.
When the fight started between the two, it was much more fast and intense than last time they fought, the difference between Core’s last power level in which he trained with Beryl and the new one was insane, bringing the spar to a while different level in term of attacks. Seeing that one of his blows on Beryl worked, Core would quickly dash backward in defense, though he wasn’t expecting to be attacked on the arm, which he was using for defense purpose anyway. The first strike, while strong, wouldn’t feel like it did a lot, striking on arms were kind of weird, but putted Core off guard and open for the next blow, which would be on his forehead. Core’s head rocked back for a moment before coming back and looking at the human as Core grabbed him with his right arm, which he figured out was expecting to throw him. ‘’ Not so fast!’’ Core would say in a playful ton as he thought of flexing his mentor’s arm, but seeing that it would be too brutal for a spar, he would simply try a kick to Beryl’s knee, trying to make him bend, which if worked, would be followed by a strong uppercut.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 4, 2016 6:12:05 GMT
Perhaps because Beryl wasn’t an Arcosian, he couldn’t fully understand the frustration Core was experiencing. However, Beryl believed he could empathize with the ambitious Changeling’s worries. After all, as a human, Beryl had to work extremely hard in the beginning in order to have any hope of being a remotely good fighter. In comparison, while Core was born naturally powerful and didn’t have to work as hard initially in order to be a decent fighter due to his Arcosian heritage, he still had to put in an enormous amount of work in order to be able to correctly control his immense power. It was the barrier that prevented Arcosians from achieving higher forms: the ability to control and suppress their power at whim. Many saw being born with tremendous power as an all-around boon; however, it still had its drawbacks, evident by the struggle Core was going through. At least Core could depend on his natural durability when it came to fights. Beryl’s joint strike didn’t elicit much of a reaction from the energetic Arcosian, but the palm strike to the forehead was more than enough to get some sort of reaction out of Core. As the Arcosian’s head snapped backward from the palm strike’s impact, Beryl wasted no time in grabbing the young’un’s arm. He was just about to proceed with his takedown but was stopped as a stunning pain jolted up the length of his leg. Core kicked him on the knee, and naturally, the pain made Beryl bend forward, eyes slightly wide with shock. Blinking, Beryl saw a flash of grey before his head splayed backwards. A fierce uppercut smashed into his chin with enough force to lift him off of his feet and send him flying backwards several feet. Grunting, Beryl hit the padded floor hard and continued to skid backwards before drawing to a stop. Reaching up towards his face with a hand, he massaged his throbbing chin. Core got him pretty good, and were he any ordinary person, that punch alone probably would’ve shattered his entire skull into several, jagged pieces. Luckily for Beryl, he was much tougher than that. Slowly but surely, he rose to his feet, his hand moving away from his aching chin. He stared at Core quietly before suddenly bolting forward. There was something different about the dark-skinned human’s speed: whenever he moved, there was no “transition” – it was like he literally appeared in another spot in the same position as before. His approach was erratic and not easily predicted. Suddenly, Beryl stopped at Core’s left side – his own left fist clenched tight. Then, with tremendous, raw strength and startling speed, Beryl threw a left straight punch at Core’s left cheek. The air cracked as the blow was unleashed – a telltale sign that the punch that Beryl just threw wasn’t any ordinary punch but rather the type of punch that had the potential to send people into orbit. Of course, being the good guy he was, Beryl held back on the power. He didn’t want to accidentally knock Core right out of the ship on accident. Regardless of whether or not the blow was successful, Beryl would immediately follow up with a left elbow directed downward – its intent to send Core crashing down towards the ground. PL -- Suppressed to 1,200,000 Capsule Breaker [N1][396,000PL] Capsule Breaker, in the simplest terms, is a technique that dramatically increases the concussive power of Beryl's punches. He proposes that if his power is great enough, he can literally launch people into orbit with a single punch. Is that true? It’s probably best if no one finds out for sure. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Core Stold
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Post by Core Stold on Apr 5, 2016 4:04:43 GMT
The frustration that was feeling Core was something a human could very much feel, from the very beginning of their life even. The feeling of being weak, being worthless, not being strong enough to do what you would want to, to protect those you want to protect and to fight alongside those you love and want to keep near you for the rest of your life. Core was right now lacking that power, that power that he could feel was so close to him, yet so far, like he could simply skip to it in the fraction of a second, but wasn’t able to do it, and every time he came to try and ascend to this new form he could feel blossoming inside him, it was a failure, leaving him only exhausted and without any power boost, just deception, deception that he was so strong for his kind, but couldn’t ascend further, to join those who were truly the stronger, like Beryl or those two people Ninjin spoke to him about, Zexama and Vi-Poi. Core would raise his eyes to Beryl and smile a bit, suddenly, something was burning inside of him, something else than failure. ‘’ But don’t you worry Beryl... I’ll take care of that… I’ll ascend further so I can help you… no matter what.’’ Core would say with his voice now back to be filled with hope and determination.
The Arcosian’s offensive, even if Core had a moment of doubt as to how much brutality he could use in a spar, succeeded and ended with a damaged Beryl being sent back with his uppercut, which would surprise Core a bit, now that they were equalized, the Arcosian felt like he could actually give a fight to Beryl and be a challenge, it felt good, really good, and slowly but certainly, Core’s confidence was getting back into him, hi fierce eyes would light up again with his strong fire inside him, the fire that was carrying his will and hope as the same time, he would start moving quick on his feet from right to left and warm up all of his remaining muscle, he could tell Beryl wasn’t joking with him anymore, but was rather getting serious with the Arcosian training, much like a student and his master, they had reached a point where the student wasn’t to be taken easily anymore, and just thinking about that was bringing Core’s confidence up.
Core knew that Beryl would come back quickly then a counter-offensive that would be just as harsh of even stronger than Core’s own attack, but ht was waiting for it, or rather expecting it, as he wasn’t going to try and dodge it, but rather trying to tank it and see if he could still stand after it, it would be a great test of him resistance against brute force, which is master was all about. When the punch came however, Core had wide eyes, it was much faster than he though, and when the impact stroke on his cheek, he realized a bit too late that it wasn’t any punch, it was Beryl’s signature, the Capsule Breaker, which could easily compete with Core’s ignite punch. The changeling would fly to the next end of the room and barely took control of him back when he was about to it the wall, there was even a pitch sound, the one of his horn touching the wall. Core would massage his cheek for a moment. ‘’ Wow… that was… really strong…’’ Core would say before looking back at Beryl and smirking as he made himself ready once more.
Core would focus and charge his ki slowly, his fire-like aura would flow and ‘burn’ around him quickly as he raised one of his arm up, stopping it at the same height than his head and smirked widely as a spear made of ki was beginning to form on his hand. ‘’ FIRE LANCE!’’ Core would yell to Beryl as he threw his attack to him, a rapid once that Beryl would have trouble dodging. But having trouble didn’t meant he wasn’t going to, and Core was making ready for this possibility; should Beryl dodge his attack, Core would dash to him quickly and engage into a punch-trade, trying to aim on either Beryl’s chest or ribs, trying to make him lose balance. If Beryl would show that he was losing balance, Core would then follow up with a chop to his side, trying to send him on the wall once again.
[ N1 used, Fire lance, Power: 389,793 ]
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 5, 2016 19:18:18 GMT
Beryl’s fist crashed into Core with the force of a meteor, and the little Changeling was sent flying across the training room, only to crash into the opposite wall with a thunderous bang. If it weren’t for the chamber’s dampening fields, Core would’ve went straight through the wall and out of the ship. While that wouldn’t have bothered Core too much, Beryl would have to deal with ship repairs once again. The last time he had to do that was when the gravity training room’s walls and floor cracked underneath the power of Beryl’s and Core’s earth-shaking punches. Noting that Core was in a vulnerable position, Beryl pursued after the Arcosian, his sprinting speed tilting on the verge of hypersonic speeds. A flame-colored aura shrouded Core’s form, and Beryl skid to an immediate stop. He sensed the Changeling’s ki growing more and more powerful by the second – a sign that a ki-based attack was on the way. Beryl adopted a defensive position, knees bent and arms pulled close to his body. Whatever was coming, Beryl knew that it was going to be powerful. The attack finally came – a lance composed of sun-hot flame. Beryl weighed his options; he considered dodging, but the attack was too fast. Even if he dodged, he’d still get nicked by the fire lance. So, Beryl tried to take the attack head-on. He reached back with his left hand, clenching it into a tight fist. Just when he was about to swing at the incoming flame spear, the fire lance sped up, messing with Beryl’s timing. The fire lance crashed into Beryl in an explosion of flame and smoke, and the Galactic Patrol leader reeled backwards, skidding along the floor on his back. He stopped once he hit the wall on the opposite end of the room – the force enough to make the entire room quake and shake. Visage twisted in pain, Beryl peered across the room at Core before looking down at his body. Some of his clothing was charred, but for the most part, it was still wearable. Minor burns also dotted his skin; it was nothing that basic medical treatment couldn’t fix. Steadily, Beryl rose to his feet. He shook his hands, trying to get rid of the burning sensation cycling through his nerves. “I haven’t seen you use a move like that before. Is that another new one?” Beryl asked Core from across the room. “That was a lot stronger attack than I was expecting.” Beryl blinked once before nodding a single time. “You really have been training hard.”Core Stold
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