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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 2:04:30 GMT
Bastion smiled as Presto flew back down. "I love my father, but he's terrible at explaining things. I understood his intent, but he's also frequently sharing information with me." Sighing gently, he gave Presto a gentle squeeze. "Sorry if he kinda put you down, but he has a bit of a point. Still...." He chuckles. "I believe I can challenge you as well." Swinging his arm around a bit, He winked.
Bastion PL: 64,017.5
Staring upwards, Bastion felt the glow of the sun. With a roar, He threw his hands back, and his body exploded with light. The cracks on his wooden body traced with flickering solar glow, and a nimbus played over the armor.
Solar Sentinel x3 Used: 192,052 Turning to Presto, he put his fists up, and smiled, eyes turning up. "Well then... Let's get down to it!" With a sudden burst of speed, he threw himself forward, appearing to charge directly at Presto. However, a mere few steps away, he suddenly threw his body to one side, spinning into a roundhouse kick. "Never do the expected. Keep your opponent off balance." The kick was followed by a quick jab.
Bastion's body had folded nearly in half, and he uncurled, springing away. "Also, you have to remember to take advantage of how our bodies work. Most fighters have to keep to certain forms, due to bones. We don't." Gesturing to her, he smiled. "Come on, then. I know you can take it, but let's see how much you can dish out."
Meanwhile, Walker turned back to Celmaru, and cracked his neck slightly. "Hmm. I am not entirely certain I can do much, but I will try." He focused, powering up to his full strength. It wasn't nearly as much as Celmaru's was, however. Walker Full Power: 2,816,770 He frowned, staring at Celmaru for a moment. Well... if that was how it was being played.... He focused, and then roared. His body bulked, the normally slim tree suddenly gaining a huge surge in "Muscle" mass. His Power Level spiked as well, increasing and breaking the 3,000,000 Mark.
3,072,840/2,048,560
Still not enough. But closer, at least. He was just about to address Celmaru again, when something caught his senses. It was a pod, a Saiyan design, approaching the planet at rapid speed. It seemed set to crash into the ground. However, that could be problematic. It didn't FEEL like it was too powerful, but still... it felt a lot like Celmaru's father. It wasn't him, though... perhaps a sibling? He had mentioned having other children with his Saiyan Wife.
Raising one hand, he halted Celmaru, then raised another. A portal opened beneath the falling pod, wide enough to pass into. The other end appeared just above the Cathedral's surface. As the pod passed through the first, Walker placed his fists out, twisting them carefully. The pod came out of the other end, only to pass through a new portal above it a second later. Almost instantly, it popped out of the original exit, only to travel back into the new entrance. Turning to Celmaru, Walker blinked slowly. "So... Should I let them out? Do you know who this is?"
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 17, 2016 9:13:39 GMT
As the Majin began to speak, placing herself atop a stone, the Super Saiyan hybrid kept a figurative eye upon the oncoming Ki source. Glancing in the direction of the Ki and the Majin, Celmaru took note of Presto's supposedly ability to regenerate. These bubblegum demons appeared to be rather malleable and flexible compared to the laws of mortality that most organisms follow; rigid structure, die either naturally or forcefully, can't regenerate, etc. If an single, minuscule atom of Majin Presto survives a devastating attack...she'd be able to recover completely. However, the Majin boasted over her species' "no equal in power", as if she were the most powerful one here.
Celmaru's eyelids drooped partially over his eyes, fully displaying the lack of a convinced hybrid within his own eyes. The Super Saiyan was visibly unamused with Presto's claim about the Majins, and shifted his gaze to Walker for any reassurance about this childish bunch of sentient bubblegum; if she wasn't truly this blind to the advantages and disadvantages of each race in the universe...there is always at least one. Sighing as Presto attempted to make another explanation over her biology, the hybrid had enough by the time she shoved her corkscrew hand into her head. It was strange to attempt to explain the effects of the "Ultra" Super Saiyan form, however it did leave Celmaru rather irritable after each use.
"Yes, fantastic, you need your limits pushed - We all need our limits pushed, Presto. I apologize if I appear rather rude at the moment, however you boasting about something I've never heard of seems somewhat arrogant. Yes, you can regenerate and mold your body into whatever the fuck you want with ease, but there's always a weakness. Maybe that regeneration could only be done once a day, or a plausible oversight about the Majin's true capabilities."
"And I obviously can't control myself, you can tell because I've mastered Super Saiyan and I haven't murdered anyone yet!"
It seems that two doses of Ultra Super Saiyan introduces sass into the unfortunate concoction. Pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing once more, the hybrid began to apologize.
"...I'm sorry, Presto...for that...it appears that another Super Saiyan form has begun to actively affect me."
Groaning at his insolence, Celmaru turned to Walker to continue where they left off. Suddenly unleashing a certain roar, the tree had increased his own "muscle" mass, bulking up to reach a similar level to the mastered Super Saiyan. Quirking a brow to the bulking tree, the hybrid noticed the unexpected Ki nearing ever closer. Shifting his gaze to face the oddly familiar Ki, the Super Saiyan hybrid glanced in Walker's direction; noticing that the tree picked up on the sudden arrival. Apparently, the hybrid's mentor had immediate plans for the seemingly Saiyan arrival. A classic, spherical pod had become visible within the immediate vicinity of the Cathedral Gaea; however a portal had appeared directly beneath the vehicle, encompassing it and transporting elsewhere.
"Hmm?"
The Saiyan pod revealed itself just before the Cathedral's cobblestones, repeatedly phasing through the two portals in an infinite loop. Scratching his head, the hybrid listened to Walker's inquiry about the newcomer. Celmaru was almost at a loss; this was strangely sudden.
"Don't release the portals...I can avoid leaving a massive impact crater on your ship, Walker. Regardless...I haven't a clue who this might be...however, the...er, familiarity of this Ki is disturbing. Give me a moment."
Descending towards the incessant portal loop, the Super Saiyan hybrid contemplated the method of extracting this transporting pod. The hybrid's shoes tapped upon the stones as he landed. Guiding his arms across his chest, folding his arms, Celmaru inspected the pod as well as he could; given that the pod was traveling at terminal velocity within such a brief space to flit through. An intriguing detail stirred in the hybrid's mind.
'Why is the door upside down?'
Extending his left palm swiftly, the entire pod creaked and shuddered; the door opening in a haphazard, yet effective manner. Usually, a Saiyan's pod would open itself upon landing, never to open otherwise; unlatching the only exit forcefully would disrupt the suspended consciousness the pod enacts upon long-distance travel. The pod's singular window shattered, broken shards of glass scattered along the nearby pathway; the door itself folding akin to that of mere paper. A disruptive hissing sound was audible from within the pod, a lone figure resting in a surprisingly peaceful manner. Jet-black hair was the most notable feature upon the sight of the Saiyan woman, along with pale, yet scarred skin. The woman wore a blue, skin-tight jumpsuit; that of which was often worn under SSE-Standard Armor. A metal bucket was betwixt her thighs, glinting slightly in the sunlight.
Peering into the pod, curious of who this was, Celmaru could only find himself staring for a moment before a sudden lurch overcame the Saiyan. Grasping the left edge of the sphere's exit, the hybrid beheld the sight of a grown woman vomiting into her seat. The action alone was enough to awaken her immediately, her eyes as black as coal...as any Saiyan's were. Celmaru stepped back in alarm; rather shocked by the sudden, albeit somewhat grotesque action. The two began to grit their teeth, however one of them had alien meat chunks dribbling off her lower lip. Moaning over the terrible landing, the Saiyan finally spoke.
"Kai fuckin' damn piece of shit pod! This pod's sleep function sucks! I knew I shouldn't have listened to the boss about this cheap bullshit pod!"
"...Well then."
"Hey! What planet is this?!"
"Earth, ma'am."
"Lemme look at ya, I was told Humans looked like Saiyans...that old guy from a few months back was just like an albino though - "
The female Saiyan warrior was motion sick from her abrupt landing....along with her trip overall. Tossing the filled bucket a few feet beyond her, she swiftly planted her white boot directly into the metal container; spilling the majority of her vomit across the cobblestone pathway. Haphazardly stepping out of her pod, her right palm brushing away excess chunks, the Saiyaness froze upon the sight of Celmaru. The woman's left eye twitched, leaving the hybrid in utter confusion.
"D-Don't tell me...are you...you a - "
"A...what?"
Celmaru expected to hear "a Super Saiyan", however what he did hear was much worse.
"Y-You're one-a those homo-wuzzits, aren't ya!? Get the hell away from me, I don't want to get touched by one of you weirdos!"
"....."
'So it appears that our newcomer here is homophobic, albeit also horribly mistaken.'
The Saiyaness Potapo was both motion sick and homophobic. Staring at the hybrid's hair and assuming the worst, the Saiyan woman began to step away from Celmaru; fearful of an issue that wasn't legitimately present. Pinching the bridge of his nose with enough force to shatter concrete, the Super Saiyan hybrid couldn't even find anywhere to begin with this woman's sudden appearance alone. A familiar burning sensation encompassed the hybrid's facial expression, his mind registering it as something he's done all too many times around Phae. Resting his right elbow upon his left forearm, his nose still being pinched, the hybrid could only notify Walker telepathically.
'Walker...take over in this conversation, if you could.'
"Is that fuckin' tree alive?! Holy shit that thing's buff as hell!"
The surprising sights that Potapo was beholding was overwhelming, however she wasn't exactly afraid of the sentient tree, of all things. Meanwhile, atop the nearby roofing of the Cathedral Gaea, Phae was nowhere to be seen. The seaweed woman was currently descending towards her husband, appearing behind him as she wrapped her arms around his neck once more; resting upon his back like she usually would prior to her pregnancy. Potapo's confusion eating away at her mind, the Saiyan warrior manifested a sphere of Ki in her right palm.
"Alright fuck this, I need to assert my dominance here."
"...."
'If this person has any relation to my Father...I'm going to choke him.'
'Why would you do that?'
'This woman is immediately intolerable and I refuse to have to deal with this....this...'
'...?'
' "Moron"....that's the term...'
The seaweed woman hid behind her husband's shoulders, embracing his warmth as the Saiyan woman shot a seemingly simple sphere of Ki at him; hoping to eradicate him in one burst. The Saiyaness grinned as she knew that he couldn't react to this, nor could anything nearby; that "homo-wuzzit" would just have to wait to die.
"Later blonde bitch!"
Potapo has appeared and hasn't made a good impression! Her PL is currently 30,050! Potapo has fired [UP2] Letta Buster! Potential PL: 19,833!
Walker might have to take over in the conversational department, as Celmaru is completely baffled by Potapo's first impression and is verbally stunned!....Good luck, Tokoz. owo7
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 3:40:28 GMT
The tree was just as baffled by the sudden appearance of the female saiyan. However, he simply let the lunatic ramble, rather amused by the small monkey rambling on, until suddenly...
"Y-You're one-a those homo-wuzzits, aren't ya!? Get the hell away from me, I don't want to get touched by one of you weirdos!" Walker stared at her, his eye twitching slightly, but utterly emotionless otherwise. This wasn't difficult, he quite literally had a face like a block of wood at the best of times. As she began screaming about the tree, Walker's fingers twitched. He had heard that some people had some sort of issue with people of the same.. gender? That odd thing most biologicals had, where they were one thing or another. There seemed to be a few different ones, but it was mostly one of two. People got mad if two of the same got together, sometimes.
They were imbeciles, but it bothered him on a much more personal level. The idea that someone would spit on Kaula and Reikiko, or others like them, merely for such a foolish thing was irritating. It represented yet another failed aspect of the various species that did not seem to want to evolve. As such, Potapo's behavior was slowly enraging him.
"Alright fuck this, I need to assert my dominance here."
As the Saiyaness said this, a Ki attack was charged and fired. To her, it probably seemed quick and dramatic. To Presto and Bastion, it would be easily dodged. To Walker and Celmaru, it was laughable. The Tree blurred, moving into the path of the attack. It had barely left her hand, when he appeared in front of her, arms folded. The burst of Ki hit Walker's chest, and pushed, but made no progress. It burned out, not even a mark on the wood to show it's passing. Staring down, the tree's eyes narrowed at her.
"Kneel, Scum."
The full weight of his Ki, and the sheer mental will behind his telekinesis slammed down onto Potapo, forcing her to her hands and knees. Walker stared down at the suddenly cowed Sayian. "What are you doing here? Explain. Now." Mentally, he responded to Celmaru. "I cannot stand such arrogance. I do not imagine myself some lord, but she will show respect for others while in my presence or I will teach her fear, so help me." He lifted her up with his will, staring into the shocked eyes. "You really have no idea just where you ended up, do you? Do you have a scouter? If so, I suggest you turn it on."
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 29, 2016 8:28:50 GMT
Potapo couldn’t shake the hunch that she had done something horribly, horribly wrong. As the Letta Buster was launched and finally left the Saiyaness’ palm, a massive wooden figure invaded her eyesight. A light explosion of sorts partially blinded the female Saiyan, her forearms being guided to her facial features to guard against any possible damage via her own technique. Lowering her arms to take a brief peek at the damage, Potapo was shocked to find nothing had been done to the tree-man.
“W-What the f-”
Given what Walker had said, done, and how he merely glared at the Saiyan, Potapo officially had a right to be terrified. Forced upon her hands and knees, an immense impact slamming her down onto the cobblestone, the Saiyaness couldn’t comprehend what had compelled her to do such an action. Ordering Potapo to explain her presence on the Cathedral, the female could barely muster the words to speak.
“...I-I...j-just wanted t-t-to find the d-d-damn planet my p-p-pops was a-always t-t-talkin’ about!”
Meanwhile, the hybrid was told of what Walker thought of this, and what he’d do if she weren’t to comply to what respect was required. Celmaru could only audibly sigh as this occurred. With Phae atop his back, the hybrid stepped towards the previously occupied pod; briefly glancing over what contents might lie within the spherical vehicle. A rather dark pink, almost scarlet scouter rested within, just before the seat. Noting what Potapo had about her Father caught the hybrid’s attention, however Walker would have his moment of interrogation beforehand.
“W-What the HELL!?”
The Saiyaness had been lifted into the air via a sort of telekinesis. Phae stared for a mere moment, looking away soon after; a guess of her own forming. Ducking into the pod, Celmaru grasped the scouter with his left hand, standing upright outside the pod not long after; contemplating whether to capsulize the second scouter for later use, or perhaps safekeeping. The tree’s second interrogative inquiry rang in the Saiyaness’ ears, her throat audible gulping in her suddenly unnerved demeanor.
“Did t-that fuckin’ b-b-blondie lie? T-This is Earth, r-right?”
“Yes, it is. You just happened to be rather unfortunate in your landing site options. Just take your damned scouter and read Walker’s power...along with mine, if you could.”
Celmaru tossed the scouter to the female Saiyan; smacking her head prior to actually catching it. A soft sound of irritation escaped Potapo’s lips as she secured the scouter to her left ear. With a clear, audible click of the device’s only button, a partially strained whine following it; Potapo realized what a massive mistake she just made landing here. The Saiyan fumbled over her words, achieving nothing as she writhed about in the telekinetic field.
“Kai Almighty what kinda monster are you, huh?!”
“You’re forgetting someone, dumbass.”
An unamused facial expression overcame the hybrid; his own irritation increasing over time.The hybrid’s brows were furrowed to near ireful levels. Folding his arms across his chest, Celmaru awaited this assumptous Saiyan’s reaction to a Super Saiyan. However, less than two miles away, the source of this Saiyaness’ existence was rocketing towards the Cathedral Gaea; slamming down upon a scouter to track Potapo’s energy reading.
“Damn it damn it damn it damn it-- Potapo why are you so fucking stupid?!”
Toma “Mato” Waterfield was flying onward at the utmost velocity to reach his first offspring. Finally ditching his battle armor, the middle-aged Saiyan adult currently sported a white long-sleeved shirt, alongside black khakis. A belt was wrapped around the Saiyan’s waist as his tail wrapped around the khakis; providing an odd double-belt. Atop the Cathedral, Celmaru noticed the approaching Saiyan Father, ignoring the direction he’d be appearing from as he glared at Potapo. As Walker had found little patience with this Saiyaness, the hybrid was finding his own patience a bit thin; and Phae was acting rather passive to do much. A final, ultimately strained bleep roared from the universal scanning device, the words finally caught completely within the female’s mouth.
“WHA- ….HOW- ….HE- ….”
“I’m not naturally blonde, you fool. I’m a Super Saiyan.”
“...."
Potapo’s right eye twitched violently as she hung there in shock, finally deciding that she’s pathetically outdone between these two. The Saiyaness hung there with a shattered sense of pride before Mato had begun to arrive.
Mato will arrive next post!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 15:13:08 GMT
As Celmaru retrieved Potapo's scouter, the tree's attention drifted for a moment towards the approaching, and somewhat familiar power level. It felt like Celmaru's bother, Mato. Father, that was. Good lord, that Saiyan was annoying. Almost as annoying as... The tree paused, looking back at the squirming Saiyaness, then out at the horizon towards Mato. Then, he looked over at Celmaru, comparing the two. Aside from the obvious hair and eye color differences, there was similarity. Not as much as one might expect from full siblings, however.
The tree did recall the earlier conversation with Mato where he had mentioned his Saiyan mate. With Potapo's annoyed mention of "That place my father is always talking about", the former rage began to ameliorate. His ire fading, the Verdant dropped the now twitching Potapo. It seemed this little mystery had a rather simple answer.
"You're Mato's child, aren't you? It would explain why he's headed this way at a simply ludicrous speed. Meet Celmaru, your half brother." The frustration and shock over discovering the horrifyingly immense difference between her own power and Wild Hunt's was bad enough, but to discover that your own kin was able to defeat you without any effort was certain to sting. This was far more amusing than some overwrought grandstanding. Stepping back, Walker dusted off his hands, observing the pair. Aside from the blatant bigotry, her attitude was comparable to Celmaru's before he had mastered Super Saiyan. How intriguing. Turning about, the tree waited for Mato to land.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 16, 2016 2:08:17 GMT
As the newfound Saiyaness was suddenly released from the telekinetic grasp, another Saiyan crashed onto the scene. An azure, yet somewhat violet aura billowed outwards as it dissipated; dust thrust into the atmosphere. Mato enacted a rather unnecessary landing roll as he sprinted towards his other kin.
"Kami-fuckin'-"
"...Pops?"
"Yeah yeah its me hey-"
The adult Saiyan began patting over Potapo for injury, his scarlet scouter emitting several strained blares of sound. Swiftly grasping the damned piece of tech, the device was suddenly crushed betwixt Mato's fingers. A puff of smoke burst into the air, fading as soon as it came. A distinct glare of irritation was evident among his facial expression. The hybrid, meanwhile, stood still...a bit too silent. Walker's recent comment shouldn't have ever dared to invade his eardrums. A half-sister? This insolent creature shared blood and flesh with him?
"Walker...for once I beg you to be incorrect regarding this matter. She can't be-"
"I told you yeh had a damn sister, didn't I?"
"...Please no."
"Twenty five years too late, kid."
"I'm twenty two."
"Not talkin' about your age."
"She's the eldest?!"
As the two spoke, Mato refrained from assessing eye contact. Potapo, unfortunately, remained shell-shocked upon what she had witnessed within her scouter. It was nigh-impossible for her to experience such power, much less behold such strength. The female Saiyan simply sat on her behind, eventually bringing herself to process what had recently transpired. Forcing himself to stare skyward, the visages of Celmaru and Walker would likely stare back.
"...What? Do you need something to insult me with? Or is that Super Saiyan pride just outright choking your thought process?"
"I've mastered the Super Saiyan form, Father. Not much is required for an explanation beyond that. As for you, you have plenty to do right now."
"I've said enough, alright? Yah got a sister, the end."
"Name, age, exact power measure, and reason she's here. I'm not tolerating such an ignorant "sibling's" behavior, Father."
"Potapo, twenty five, and last I checked; about seven thousand."
"Appears inaccurate. Her ki feels much greater than something so minuscule."
"What do you expect? I couldn't check just earlier because my scouter was being overwhelmed by you two powerhouses!"
"...."
"I don't know why she's here either. Fuckin' dumbass does shit on her own anyway. She's a grown woman."
Phae was unfortunately silent as the hybrid furrowed his brows further. These two...they truly were Saiyans, weren't they? Celmaru set a palm lightly upon the seaweed woman's resting fingertips. The opposing hand, however, clenched unbearably tight upon itself. A vein sprouted atop his left temple, then his forearm, and even the back of his palm. The hybrid's teeth clenched behind their owner's lips, a bridle ire fluctuating among itself. A trace of bio-electricity arced along the Super Saiyan hybrid's chest; zapping boisterously.
"....Take her home. She's left an impression with too little to find fondness in.Get her out of here before either I or Walker force her away."
"You're not touchin' yer sister, kid. Whatever you did left her damn frozen! I'm still your Dad too, so don't try anything!"
"...Please, Father, take Potapo away before Walker sends the entire forest after her."
"There's no way that tree can pull that shit!"
"...Ask him then."
Mato spun on his heel to stare at Walker. Crossing his arms alongside the hybrid, he awaited an answer.
'I'm losing what patience I have left. I suspect that I'll be unfit to train today after all this...or at least without breaking something.'
'...Celmaru, don't destroy anything. That form has done enough to you today...'
The last two thoughts were independent from one another, keep this in mind! owo
@tokoz...Unless Presto wants to interject, its your post. owo7
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 3:01:46 GMT
Walker didn't answer Mato's silent challenge. Not vocally, anyway. Instead, he merely stared back at him, remaining still. A second later, the reason became clear. From all around them came the sound of feet hitting the ground in an eerie, drum-like unison. From the surrounding trees and hills, growing dark in the fading daylight, a myriad of glowing orbs peered. It was an army of tree-like creatures, dozens of them. Bastion had turned, staring down Mato, and numerous armored Verdant were leading the pack. They stopped, all eyes focused on the Saiyan pair, and stood in perfect stillness.
After a long moment, Walker spoke. "You should have taught her better manners. Failing that, at least having the sense to determine the might of those she chose to assault." Glancing over at Celmaru, the verdant sentinel hummed for a moment. What to do his hybrid ally.
Moving over, he placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it for a moment in a comforting manner. "It's alright, Celmaru. Head to your domicile, and relax. Your family was just leaving anyway." The verdant observers, despite an utter lack of movement, managed to loom even more menacingly. Walker chuckled. "Weren't you, Mato?"
As the pair prepared to leave, a thought occurred. "Oh! By the way, Potapo. You might be interested to know... My son is approximately 1/4th of a year old. He could easily defeat you. Think on that before you attack someone who's strength you don't know. Someone a hundredth of your age could backhand you into unconsciousness." Chuckling again, he gestured, a chair rising from the turf, which he settled down in. "Celmaru, did you want any tea?" He had recently acquired a number of fragrant new blends, and was enjoying trying them out.
[Presto has left this thread by dint of leaving the site.]
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 10, 2016 23:03:05 GMT
Fighting was a Saiyan's life. Yet, there were times when any particularly brash Saiyan should realize when to back away. For Potapo, everything changed when the Forest-Nation attacked. The two visiting Saiyans stared in a combination of both fear and awe as the army of trees began to appear before them. Despite being somewhat unnerved, Celmaru almost expected this to occur by now. Between Potapo's blatantly rash decisions and Mato's abrupt entrance; Walker was likely to be without much patience. "Father, leave. This won't be something that you'd be able to escape from later." "What? They're just trees an' shit! Punchin' wood is easy!"
"But is punching Walker so easy? Is punching Walker's entire legion of foot-soldiers that easy?"
"...Shaddap."
"Tenacity may be a sort of expertise for Saiyans, however something such as stubborn reluctance to surrender isn't going to prevail here."The Saiyan Father began to glare upon the cobblestones in defeat. Somehow his youngest offspring's words hit a bit more to the core than he'd imagine. The two Saiyans forced themselves to listen to Walker's scathing words, finding the arrival of the Forest-Nation a bit overkill. Potapo began to quiver, her Father's reassuring contact dwindling in its luster. It was only so much that a single parent can do. "For fucking hell's sake, Raiti Zacro seems better than this situation."
"Like Arcose territory is much better than-"The tree began once more, speaking to Celmaru directly before looming over the Saiyans; an oddly simple sentence ebbing with doom. Mato didn't respond, only complete silence. Clenching his fists to the point of straining them, the Saiyan Father began to float away. "Get yer ass out of here, Potapo. You'll only find yourself in manure if you stay."A prideful Saiyan was then left figuratively shattered at that point. Despite the stubbornly clenched teeth and the persistently gruff tone, Mato was done being insulted; he desired to leave. The Saiyaness, meanwhile, would stare at her Father in surprise. This wasn't like him, nor was it how she remembered him. Growling behind her teeth, Potapo kicked away from the courtyard, retaining lift as she began to float away. Akin to Mato, Potapo was clearly done with this place. Yet it was Walker's final comment that completely forced her to truly deadpan. Now, it was time to bring out the silent guns.
Spinning about for a moment, the Saiyaness left a final message for the two. Raising her forearms to shoulder level, nigh-lying across the open air, two particularly offensive fingers pointed at the azure sky in defiance. Ah, how the universal message of "fuck you" was so easily conveyed. Despite what distaste the hybrid had for this new arrival, the slightest tug of his lips brought his own finger to point upwards back at her. It was only for a mere fraction of a moment; yet the mutual hate was enough to amuse them both.
'That wasn't necessary.'
'Saiyans are blatantly moronic at times, Phae. Most times you have to be as blunt as they are to get the picture.'
'Must that soon apply for you?'
'...No. I'm different enough as is from them. I'm surprised Potapo didn't try and laugh at me from my diluted blood.'
'...'
Shifting his gaze to find the tree once more, both a table and chair had appeared from the courtyard. Quirking a brow, Celmaru was given an inquiry over tea. The hybrid forced a sigh from his lips, the recent events bringing him into a rather irritated state. Ultra Super Saiyan didn't assist him in any manner.
"Sure, Walker. Perhaps we can speak a bit more rationally in the meantime."
'I didn't even get to test my idea with that form, either.'
This might have been better if it weren't my 9th time writing this, @tokoz. DX Regardless, I finally did it. ;w;
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Vi-Poi
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Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
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Post by Vi-Poi on Oct 12, 2016 0:55:54 GMT
@tokoz your WC is 3293 and your gains are 3952 PL! Celmaru Waterfield your WC is 6422 and your gains are 6936 Zeni! Majin Presto since you wearin HW gonna assume you want PL, your WC is 3019 and your gains are 4623 PL! Adding.
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