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Post by Samba on Apr 28, 2016 18:49:07 GMT
"And don't come back!" Samba crossed his arms over his chest, watching impassively as a pack of dinosaurs that tried to make a meal out of him scampered away into the distance once they realized that Samba wasn't worth eating over losing their lives. "Tch. I swear, everywhere I go these overgrow reptiles always seems to find me. Do I give out an odor of some kind or whatever?" Leaning his muzzle down while grabbing the top of his gi, the male took a whiff of his clothes and didn't smell anything unpleasant besides just cologne and his own scent intermingling with each other.
"Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter anyway." The Zoan kicked a foot out, frowning slightly at how his search from the past hour proved to be futile. He had tried to see if he could find that Lamb Zoan from before, Churoa or so was her name, they weren't friends or anything of the sorts but they had sparred and the male believed that had kindled some sort of fighter bond between them. "I guess she must have moved on. Ah well, time to head back." Shrugging his shoulders the male decided to call it a day and turned around, padding back towards the Eastern Lands while taking a leisure stroll through the Bamboo Forest instead of immediately taking to the sky.
He wanted to enjoy the scenery for a bit longer before he had to head back to headquarters and continue his training regime. He was so close to reaching one hundred fifty times normal gravity that he could practically taste it. Once he got to that point he would make sure to make the most of it so he could get really strong and become a valuable asset to the Galactic Patrol. Thread PL: PL: 110,933
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 19:27:08 GMT
The Bamboo forest was fairly quiet and still, the dinosaurs having been scared off. It was peaceful. For about another 30 seconds or so, at least. Quite quickly afterwards, there was a sound like a pair of scissors sliding down a piece of paper, cutting it open. Next to Samba, a tear appeared, nearly 4 meters long, hanging in the air. A second later, it snapped open, forming a diamond-shaped hole in the air. On the other side, an endless expanse of blue sky behind him and the edge of a cliff with seemingly no ground beneath it just below his feet, was a massive floating tree-man.
The tree was almost 3 meters tall himself, and made from a smooth, dark wood. His glowing purple eyes, the only visible features on his otherwise smooth face, moved over to the dog. "Ah, there we are. Thank you, Bastion." He turned, allowing a brief glimpse of the tree-man Samba had met before, atop Mt. Paozu. It might have been interesting for Him to note that he had surpassed the first tree, with the armored wooden man at a mere 64,000. The tree who was now stepping through the portal, however, was most definitely stronger.
He was well over 2 and a half million in Power level, and moved quite calmly, as though he was relaxed despite the fact that he had just torn through reality to appear before the dog-man. Approaching, he stopped, looked down... and then said cheerfully "I heard about you helping my son, and my friend, Chili Pepper, against an SSE attack. I wished to thank you for that. How are you?"
PL: 256,000 (x11 Perm): 2,816,000
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Post by Samba on Apr 29, 2016 1:47:42 GMT
The Zoanthrope stopped moving when he heard a strange sound next to him, sounding almost like someone or something slicing through a piece of cloth, or perhaps even paper by the sound of it. Immediately on alert when he noticed the strange phenomenon happening right beside him, the dark-furred Zoan jumped back and fell into a battle stance, eyes narrowed at the strange rip in the space of reality happening right in front of him.
"Hey..." Samba blinked his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining things. "Isn't that... another tree being? Kinda like Bastion?" Blinking again the male heard the talking and walking tree thanking the aforementioned tree being, the Zoan briefly seeing Bastion besides the new tree-being, absently noticing how the difference between their power level but Samba above Bastion, before his attention was focused solely on this new being.
And boy was he was tall.
Samba looked up, and up and up to even have a chance to see the male's visage, seeing nothing that would betray an expression on that smooth wooden face save the glowing purple eyes. When it began to talk and thank him for something that happened almost weeks ago, the Zoan was actually thrown for a loop for a few moments before his brain finally caught on. "O-oh! It wasn't a problem, Mister...?" Trailing off slightly to get a name, Samba quickly recovered and continued.
"Walker, nice to meet you, the name's Samba and your... son? Was being confronted by an Android named Pin, and a few assorted SSE individuals that you already probably know, the Android was spouting something about Planet Vegeta coming under attack by some massive floating island..." Feeling a little bolder, the Zoan threw the tree man an amused look. "Am I to assume you're responsible for that?"
Walker had asked him a question, he realized after a brief silence fell, so he quickly made to reply to the tall tree man. "And I'm fine, just annoyed that no matter where I go, I'm like always confronted by these overgrow reptiles." Huffing in the direction where the dinosaurs ran off to, the male turned back towards Walker. "Anyway, you don't have to worry much for one of them anymore, Arias was caught red-handed on murder and because she assaulted two Galatic Patrol members, me and Chili, and thus she was sentenced to Earth arrest." Even though his face was deadpan, Walker might be able to detect the amusement dancing in Samba's green colored eyes.
"It is exactly as it sounds. There's a nanochip floating around her body that constantly sends information to Beryl's main computers if she decides to leave Earth or commits another crime, it might just spell her downfall." The dark-furred wolf shrugged his shoulders. "I'm unsure about how long that would be, but if she plays nice her sentence might be lifted..." Though give how she could easily lose herself in a rage, he didn't see that coming for a long while unless someone did something to her head, like an exorcism or some shit like that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 10:17:21 GMT
The tree nodded, sighing slightly. This was admittedly a bit odd, as he didn't actually have a mouth. "I was indeed. However, I was halted by the Z-Fighters. They did not appreciate my methods, though given the tragedies that have occurred since, I am forced to wonder what might have been if I had been able to cow the Saiyans. Still, I cannot dwell overlong on what might have been, or I'll go mad." It was a puzzling conundrum, that was certain. Still, given that he now had to seek at least one of the parts of that old plan anyway, it was clearly time to abandon it. Glancing over at Samba, he listened as the dog spoke about a rather recent issue.
"Ah yes, Arias. A curious case indeed. Her mind was quite cluttered." He had noted the nano-chip during his inspection of her mind, seeing a glance of it being implanted. What the purpose was, he hadn't known up until then. Technology was not really his "Deal", as he had heard it put. Still, part of that little problem had been resolved. He hadn't know Arias was unable to leave Earth, though. That was helpful to his plans. She would be obliged to defend it, in that case. This being, Samba, was fairly strong as well. If he could unlock a more powerful transformation, something similar to Super Saiyan, he would be a helpful addition.
He had to chuckle slightly at the implications. "Well, I don't know if it should be lifted, but I believe she will be more stable, hopefully. She apparently possessed a dead sister, who was lingering in her mind as some form of infernal specter. I expunged it, destroying the spirit and removing it's influence from her mind. Hopefully, she will stop reacting in the most extreme manner possible, as she previously did." He made a light grab at the air, and a tea-cup and saucer appeared, the cup fill to the brim with a fragrant smelling tea. He placed it to his face, and proceeded to take a sip, despite still not having a mouth. Rather odd indeed. Putting it back down, Walker tilted his head slightly. "Would you like a cup? It's quite good."
In a rather infrequent occurrence, Walker did realize how unusual this statement was. He was curious how Samba would react to this statement, especially it's highly non-scientific implications. Magic and Technology seemed to exist in a bizarre counter-relationship, each not quite touching the other. It was most fascinating, even if he was more than aware of where he stood in this divide. He was being purposely nonchalant about something that was, in his estimation, fairly unusual. It was fun, honestly.
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Post by Samba on May 2, 2016 2:35:01 GMT
"The... Z-Fighters?" Samba blinked at the odd name, wondering what the capitalized Z stood for in that sentence. "Anyway. I wouldn't even come close to understand why they were against your methods, considering the damage they have done to Earth and probably for the rest of the galaxy." But it was true what the tree creature said, dwelling on what might have been would drive any person mad given time to let it set in and fester at the back of your mind.
The most he could do was look forward to tomorrow and make sure something like that doesn't happen again, it was why he was gunning to become stronger and stronger, bypass any sort of locks keeping his strength out of his reach and continue reaching for that ultimate power. Obsessed? Perhaps so, but it hasn't degraded his mind or anything like that so far, which was a relief.
Turning back to the talking tree, the Zoan felt his eyebrow raise so far up his forehead he feared that it would suddenly fly off back to the mothership. "That's... quite the tale..." The Zoan blinked, trying to wrap his mind about such a thing happening to the rather volatile Saiyan girl, having a phantom of your dead sister clinging to the living world by possession sounded really baffling. But considering he has battled with a Witch before, and also meet a rather curious assortment of individuals far and wide in the past month, he'd believe anything by this point. "Well, whatever you did might actually calm her down then, we don't need her going off the deep end again so soon." They really didn't, Beryl was busy as it was with currents events, they didn't need her bullshit added to the list and complicate their lives, so as long as she played good and kept herself out of trouble they wouldn't have a beef with her.
Speaking of strange paranormal activities, the Zoan jerked back slightly in surprise when out of nowhere a cup and a dish to go along with him appeared out of thin air, right between the tree's hands. He watched curiously as somehow the male took a sip from the cup, filled with some really aromatic tea of some kind, even though he didn't have a mouth to drink it from. "I swear, even though I've seen countless shit so far, but magic will never cease to amaze me." Tentatively the male accepted the offered cup of tea, scenting it with his heightened senses just in case there was something odd about it before taking a sip.
"Heh. It's good." The Zoan was silent for a few seconds, enjoying the friendly silence before a thought struck him and he settled his gaze back onto the tall being before him. "Say, do the names Bing and Reikiko mean anything to you?" Perhaps this being would know of those two, after all, they seemed to have some sort of past with the SSE, well one of them did at least seeing as this Reikiko person went to Planet Vegeta and challenged the Queen to a fight they couldn't win.
"I'm asking because, well, my friend told me that someone actually tried to challenge the Queen to a fight. It was this Reikiko person." Samba made sure to omit Kay-El's name, since he didn't want to get her in any sort of trouble for snitching, he also wondered if it was a good thing to say this to Walker on the off chance that he knew Reikiko, but since he was already in too deep he decided to just go with it. "And well... they didn't make it out alive, they were intercepted by a stranger before they could get to the Queen, and then the Queen and a few others followed to probably see how it would all play out." Scratching his cheek with a finger the male busied himself by drinking the rest of his tea down.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 15:27:30 GMT
Chuckling, the Tree watched the Zoan sip at the tea. "I suppose that makes sense. I do take it's existence for granted a bit, in a sense. You just accept your body, yes? Despite how odd it is that you require so many fiddly parts to live. Breath, Bloodflow, and numerous other pieces working in perfect concert. It's not something that you consider. It is the same with my own body." He held up one hand, and allowed a few stray purple sparks to float from it, curling upwards as he turned the limb back and forth. "It's what give me life, and I sometimes forget that, in this world, it is considered strange." The tree stiffened at the names, turning to the canine slowly and focusing his attention to him fully. It was obvious, from the reaction, the names meant something to him. However, he let Samba continue. There must be a follow-up to this, a reason for him to be asking. Inadvertently, his mind flashed back to Reikiko in Hell, and the technique she had taught him... She had been at the full power of her penultimate evolution, and even with the Kikoho, it had been insufficient. He could only hope that the difference had not been so great that his own final evolution would not bridge the gap. It was tortuous, keeping that locked inside, but he knew the instant he released it, the Galaxy would be aware. There was no way to hide that kind of explosive increase. As the dog finished, Walker remained silent for a moment. Then, an audible crack filled the air. The teacup he was holding had broken down the side. A second later, it shattered completely, reduced to a cloud of fragments. The rocks around him started to shake, and a few broke apart as they rose. Then, with a herculean effort of will, the Tree calmed. "Yes, I know them both. Bing Gan was the Kami of Earth, the strongest Human alive. Those two massive power levels a few months back was him, and the Saiyan Queen, using some new form of Super Saiyan. Reikiko went to Vegeta, and foolishly allowed herself to be lured into attacking the Queen. She was... and is.. my teacher, the Crane Sensei. She was stopped, this much is true. However..." His fists tightened, and he snarled out the next words. "It was no stranger. That was Bing Gan, kept from death by SSE science, and controlled like a puppet. From what Reikiko told me, before I left the Afterlife, his might now exceeds any fighter I have ever heard of. She charged to it's maximum a Shin Kikoho, a technique that burns away life itself in exchange for more power." He raised a hand, a small flicker of golden energy appearing, then vanishing. His Ki dropped notably for a moment, as though a campfire had a glass of water tossed on it. "He blew it away, killing her. Before I returned, she taught me this technique as well. You say a friend of yours mentioned this?' He sighed, crossing his arms, and looked away for a second. When he looked back, and spoke once more, there was a terrifying finality in his tone. "I suggest you let your friend know that they had best decide how much they support the SSE. Because I intend to burn it, and all those who fight in support of it's disgusting ideals, to nothing but ash. If you wish to save your friend... Tell them to run, as far and as fast as they can."
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Post by Samba on May 6, 2016 22:50:53 GMT
The Zoan flinched when he saw the tree reacting to his words in the way that he feared the most, it was clear that Walker did not find this news good at all in any way. There was a tense silence hovering over the due, it was so thick that it could be cut with a sharp object, and in the blink of an eye, the damn was let loose.
"Holy fuck." Samba almost jumped thirty feet into the air when the teacup that Walker held in his hands suddenly broke down into tiny bittie pieces. But that wasn't the end of it, not by a long shot now that Walker's temper was starting to tip over the edge. Taking a few steps backward, hackles and fur raise in clear alarm, Samba watched as the earth seemed to tremble with Walker's emotions, rocks just levitating and crumbling into dust mere moments later like they were made of glass instead of something solid.
"Bing Gan... was the Kami of Earth?" Samba blinked at the information, wondering if Tokoz was actually talking about the REAL Kami or just someone that adopted the name? And did he said the strongest human on Earth? Samba's thoughts immediately went to Beryl, one of the strongest humans he has ever met thus far before his attention shifted back to the present. "Okay, really. I've been hearing about this many times, Super Saiyan this, Super Saiyan that, but what the heck it is!?" At the back of his mind he wondered if it was such a good thing to antagonize/demand answers out of Walker considering the state of emotion he was just seconds ago, it wasn't probably a good decision all things considering Samba had enough of hearing that term and not knowing what it was already.
Was it just some title that a Saiyan got when they became absurdly strong? Was it just something that a Saiyan earned when they unlocked some sort of latent power???
Taking another step back, the Zoan regarded the seething male with a wary eye, unsure if he would attack him in his current state of tranquil fury. "So he's a cyborg? And... Shin Kikoho?" Samba blinked at the name of that technique, by the description it seemed to be some kind of last resort technique meant to be used when everything was going down to shit. His Ki senses caught how Walker's energy signature dropped significantly when he demonstrated the technique in question. "Sounds like a really powerful technique... too bad it wasn't enough for her to win."
Flicking an ear at the question, the Samba threw the sentient tree a look. "Yeah, she's a friend of mine, what of it?" The Zoan didn't like the tone in Walker's voice, and what he said next made his hackles rise slightly in agitation. "I'll... be sure to let her know." Samba swallowed the words that he wanted to say, that if Walker dared to hurt Kay-El in any way possible that he'd hunt the walking tree down and burn him to nothing but ashes. He wondered if he told him about her situation and her age if he would show her mercy? But then he remembered that the SSE didn't show the same amount of mercy when they invaded so he wisely shut his trap.
Instead, the Zoan asked a question towards Walker, one that he knew had 2/10 chance of being rebutted. "Say um... is there any possible chance that I might learn that technique? You know the Shin Kikoho?" Brushing the back of his neck sheepishly the male wondered if it was truly the time for such a request.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 23:21:39 GMT
It was plain that the Zoan was not entirely comfortable with the threat to his friend. Still, if his friend did not wish to fall, they simply had to cease serving the SSE. Besides, from the dog's uncomfortable expression, he was realizing the issue with trying to defend this friend. After the destruction wrought by the SSE on Earth and elsewhere, trying to defend the empire's fighters was rather a poor choice. It showed wisdom that he was at least questioning this, even if he wasn't about to give up on his friend just because of their allegiance.
Given his description of the attack he had learned from Rei, he wasn't surprised at the next question. Could the Zoan learn the technique? Well, that depended on a number of factors, did it not? Was he capable of harnessing the technique? Was he worthy of bearing it... and perhaps most importantly, was Walker capable of teaching it to him. He had only just learned it himself. The technique was not supposed to be taught by anyone beyond the Crane Master, but Rei was dead at the moment....
"I am... not certain. It is the pinnacle of the ancient Crane School of the Martial Arts, a technique only the master of the style is supposed to pass on to others. I am familiar with their techniques, but not to the extent that I feel comfortable taking up the title of Crane Master."
Debating for a moment, he slowly shook his head. "I am sorry, but no. This attack is dangerous. If you do not properly regulate the energies, you could kill yourself before even managing to fire. It leeches away at your very life force, after all. I cannot risk teaching it to you when I have not mastered it myself. While it might aid you in defending the Earth, I cannot risk your life on my own questionable expertise."
He didn't know Samba very well, either. There was something special about this technique, even beyond it's power. It represented, to him, the previous users of it. Kaula and Rei, both dead, both unable to win despite it's might. It also represented those who, in the future, might take up it's sword. It was not a thing to merely hand out like some kind of instant kill weapon. "Heh. It's funny, isn't it. The people I trust enough to pass this on to, they're the ones I'm least willing to risk. Those who I've taught, like Celmaru, Roh'ni and Chili." He mused out loud, unaware of the connection to that final name that Samba possessed. Beyond their similar species, that is. Despite both being canine Zoans, the two looked vastly different.
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Post by Samba on May 20, 2016 18:26:18 GMT
"Aw, damn." The Zoan rolled his right shoulder, working out the kinks on his arm. "Ah well, it was worth a try, wasn't it?" It was disappointing to know that he wouldn't be able to learn such a technique, but at least Walker was being responsible to whom he taught it to, as he said one false step and the one doing the technique could meet their end. And how fucked up was that, dying because you didn't know how to channel a technique properly.
At the mention of defending the Earth, the Zoan looked down and punted a small rock into the distance, wincing slightly when it punched through a tree and brought it down crashing to the ground with a loud booming sound. "Protecting the Earth... we haven't done much protecting actually..." Samba admitted as he rubbed the back of his nape awkwardly. "The Galatic Patrol, I'm a part of it like Chili, and so far all I've been doing is hole myself up inside the Gravity Chamber and train nonstop so I can get stronger and stronger." He was no fool, he alongside probably many others in the galaxy felt that incredible Ki that washed across the cosmos, it was massive and it made him feel almost insignificant when he compared it to his own.
"You know, I felt those two giants fighting, I felt their KIs and I realized how small I am compared to them. It's why I've been trying to get stronger so that I could surpass them and anyone that might dare to threaten the peace." He didn't know why he was telling any of this to Walker, perhaps it was because it was a long time coming and the feeling of just letting it out to a total stranger was almost refreshing.
"I have done nothing worthwhile inside this organization, in fact, I feel ashamed that I've been smooching out of Beryl's generosity. But what else can I do but get stronger so that I can protect those that need a guardian? A shining light to stop people like Zucceta and anyone else that dares to conquer them under their heel? It's infuriating." The Zoan growled underneath his breath and started to pace back and forth, trying to work off the frustration that rolled across him in waves.
OOC: Sorry for the long wait, @tokoz . I've been dealing with exams and stuff over here so it's been cutting my time to rp and stuff.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 15:46:57 GMT
It was a shame he couldn't teach the canine the move, especially at his current power. He was fairly strong... in fact, looking closer, he felt as though Samba may well have greater power than this within reach. Tapping his face for a moment, he tilted his head to one side. Bing had gained some sort of spiritual awakening that caused his power to increase, apparently. Unlike Saiyans, humans didn't really "Transform", unless you counted the ability some had to bulk up and increase their power level. It wasn't on the level of Super Saiyans, although Bing and Liang had proven you could surpass that on your own. "Well, it seems you have at least increased somewhat. When you encountered my son, he indicated you were weaker than he was. Now, you're more than capable of beating him with minimal effort. Still, as always, there is a ways to go." He was a bit impressed, really. Samba, along with Celmaru, had increased to many times his previous strength. Remembering the Saiyan Hybrid's progress, the tree glanced at Samba speculatively. He knew the feeling of seeing the titans of the Galaxy, of realizing how easily they could send you fleeing or dead. Rei, Kaula, Zuccetta, Bing, and others. It was terrifying, in a very visceral way. Still, among the legion, spots of light stood out. Those who grew, rose to the challenge, and surpassed their previous limits. Perhaps he had just found another one. "I know a few within the Galactic Patrol. I believe it may be that their methods and goal are not capable of dealing with the current state of the galaxy they state to protect. However..." He raised one hand, holding it out. "In terms of you alone, I don't believe your efforts are entirely in vain. If I may.... When I ascended to my current form, I did so via a sheer force of will, breaking through into a new realm of power. Perhaps it might help." His eyes glowed slightly brighter for a moment, as his telepathy took up a heavier load. What he wished to share with the canine was not some secret, or a trick, or even a push like Celmaru. It was an ideal, a truth that he believed whole-heartedly. "The power to achieve your beliefs is there, if you are willing to never cease in your quest to attain it."
Walker attempts to telepathically share his memory of transforming. Potential Spiritual Ascension Trigger (At Samba's discretion)
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 2, 2016 2:54:42 GMT
Walker: +2,766 PL New Total: 273,870 PL Samba, tag me in the thread with what you want and I will update your stats. (Adding now.)
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Post by Samba on Jul 5, 2016 2:31:30 GMT
Kizuki PL please and if you could please unlock my x16 modifier and rename to Bashkar, if applicable considering that was the way the thread was going? Sorry for not having posted in so long to this, RL is a bitch.
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 6, 2016 22:49:59 GMT
Kizuki PL please and if you could please unlock my x16 modifier and rename to Bashkar, if applicable considering that was the way the thread was going? Sorry for not having posted in so long to this, RL is a bitch. +4,048 PL New Total: 156,278 PL x16P Transformation unlocked. (Adding now.)
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