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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jun 15, 2016 15:33:02 GMT
@misfortune Celmaru Waterfield While denim was expecting a nice handshake, The first thing that Ayumu did was make his way towards this humanoid and extend his hand. A rather dire look on his face while trying to look you up and down, wondering if you had loaded any weapons on your body. "Good midday Denim was it? I hope you will enjoy yourself at the S.S Sharkfist, this ship will punch through the atmospehre rather shortly but i am going to warn you right here for this moment. Celmaru, Listen closely. We are going to see if this Plato is worth being king of this planet, if anything goes wrong and we are under fire, please, remember to either run towards me or Phae over there. I will make certain that you will not die in the case of any rebellions being led to his castle..." Raising his eyebrow softly, Ayumu then took a quick look towards the Gravity chamber at the middle of the ship before a soft smile crossed his face. "You both have never found yourself in a gravity chamber correct? If you guys have not, go down the hallway, sixth door on the right. I am going to give you guys a quick session of training before we leave this ship so we do not get screwed over instantly." (Continuation of the travel thread, seperated it to be able to put it up already! OwO. Order is up to you guys to decide! If any confusion arises tell me! Also, Small reminder, this happens before the king thread as you guys HAVE arrived konats now! So do not feel afraid to post here and then post in that thread~)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 4:17:07 GMT
Denim breathed in slightly after shaking Ayumu's firm hand. He told her she was on the S.S. Sharkfist to which Denim stated softly, "Okay..." however, the woman was nowhere near ready for the shock of space launch as she felt her feet shake beneath her due to the jolt of exiting the atmosphere. The ship was strong but it worried her for a few seconds until she managed to feel an end from said sensation from before beneath her.
The old man began talking to Ayumu and she thought to herself, "Is he not going to protect me too? I've come here and I hardly know why I was invited, especially if planet we are going to has rebellions on it." She never once in her life left the planet Earth but the moment he started talking about this to the other guy in the ship almost immediately backed away and let go of Ayumu's hand.
She had certainly joined the wrong spaceship she felt thinking she was now conspiring with a group of reckless risk takers. The man raised an eyebrow to them then looked down the hall of the ship to explain they were going to train in a chamber six doors down. She had no clue what gravity was but slowly waltzed down there with a dark cloud forming over her head.
"I'm doomed,” she moaned.”I'm going to die... I have been stuck in a ship with a cheerful old man and a strong, youthful man." For a moment, she forgot she wasn't the only woman in the ship as she passed by the seaweed woman Phae and completely ignored her, despite her rather large presence before and cheer equal to Ayumu. Her mind was simply on the forlorn concept of death and how since leaving her house on Earth a few days ago to write her new book she had only come across one woman of mention other then herself. A young woman with black hair and green eyes named Jacquette who had punched her in the face for hating the fact Denim ignored her, especially since she had come to Denim in order to train herself in martial arts. Denim remembered this woman had thought she was a master of her former school “The Cloth Du Sway” School.
Denim sighed, she knew almost immediately after graduating from there that it was not a real martial arts school. She had heard and seen the destruction of real martial artists through the tournament at the Budokai Tenkaichi battle grounds a while back via her TV and they were a on a level far above her own and that school’s silly training sessions. Still, by keeping her chin up, she managed to survive there and even learned how to do one or two major things one of which was unlock a great deal of power when in desperation. This only unlocked for her after she had stayed silent for so long and finally let her anger out only once to deal with numerous students from prior schools and other places who had happened to find she went to that particular.
Denim grits her teeth and states aloud, “I might as well try this gravity chamber out for myself. However, I don’t want my first round to be with any of the boys here. I am pretty sure I saw a woman come on board here, um, if I can train with her I will go through with this.” By this point, she manages to get to the end of the hall and waits whoever is coming to get to the door. She hadn’t gotten a good look at the lady who had come into the ship with her all too well, but she remembered she was all green and probably not human by any means. That was fine though since aliens had come to her more recently than anyone else had.
She let her arms hang by her sides and hummed awaiting the other woman to come to her. She hoped she was not strong but had not checked the power levels at all of those around her that trick, called Ki Sensing was something she knew how to do quite well. Anyway, she let out a yawn, covering her mouth as she did, and continued to wait suddenly remembering the other woman might be taking longer because Denim briefly noticed she was quite pregnant. She really hoped she could fight her but could a woman in that state train in physical combat of any kind? She’d have to find out. She let her olive green ki flare out from her body slightly though revealing her power to be a mere 2250 PL. If anyone was going to battle her they would at least have a starting point for referencing how much they should put into the fight.
Current Power Level: 2250 PL
Technique(s) Used: None
Status: Uninjured
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 16, 2016 9:00:03 GMT
A certain hybrid was fumbling with his wife's baggage. The hybrid couldn't believe that someone that didn't own many material items could pack so much. However, one of the four cases of luggage was particularly heavier than the rest; its structure bulging as if it were haphazardly shut tight. The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield couldn't contain his curiosity, however this would have to wait...as unfortunate as it was. Celmaru had overheard the name that Ayumu had given this vessel; the S.S. Sharkfist. There was an audible creak as the ship itself blasted into the Outer Space, however the hybrid paid it no mind; as little impact was exerted upon him. Grasping the heaviest case out of the bunch, that of which was bulging via its contents, Celmaru shuffled it atop the others. 'What did Phae pack in here?'The hybrid's thoughts were interrupted by the conclusion of the elder's speech; that of a newfound monarch by the name of Plato...and to protect Phae or Ayumu if the worst comes. The hybrid could only nod, softly sighing as he did so. Telepathically contacting the elder to ensure his agreement, Celmaru continued to fiddle with the heaviest case in the collection. 'Yes, sir...however I'll save the three of you if possible...I'll be damned if I refuse to do so.'The seaweed woman Phae Waterfield was twirling around the room, humming a slight tune with a spring in her figurative step...as she was floating. Phae failed to notice that her husband was tinkering with the luggage, nor that he was inspecting the most difficult one to handle. The other participant in this intergalactic endeavor, supposedly named Denim, was seemingly irritated by the lack of noted life insurance. Resting both palms atop the case, his fingers drumming against it swiftly, Celmaru reassured her pessimistic thoughts. " Excuse me, miss, I haven't been told much either...er, excluding what Ayumu has said. My wife here just dragged me along for this sudden expedition, hoping for a nice, albeit belated honeymoon. Regardless, I'll do my best to ensure your life as much as I would for Phae or Ayumu, alright?" Ayumu suggested a method of training as the hybrid continued with his previous business; gravity training. The hybrid has participated in such methods before as a child, however its been years since he's last done so. Revealing his right palm to the elder, Celmaru reaised a single index finger to signal a moment of waiting. Clicking the baggage's locks away, the lid of the case in question shot open, banging against the nearby wall. " Ah! Phae, did you pack some of my books? Fantastic!" "Hmm~? Yes, I did husband~"The heaviest case of luggage our of four carried nearly thirty novels of various kinds; fantasy, science fiction, historical non-fiction, there were even informative books...including encyclopedias, dictionaries, books that identified poisons, toxic animals, and even an old tome of the family's history. A plethora of other novels and collective books were among those previously listed within the hybrid's mind, however it was all the same to him; wondrous entertainment. The seaweed woman approached her hybrid husband within the time that he had shifted through it all; clasping her fingers around the hefty tome. 'The Waterfield Concordance; a little thing that was originally written around the time that Aelron Waterfield was alive. Its currently unfinished...I hate to say...''Well, that doesn't stop anyone from updating it, would it? You somehow unearthed from wherever it was.''Ah, well, Maru had it in his possession.''Maru had it?!''It was with him once he found one your ancestor's resting places. He didn't exactly commit grave-robbing, however, yet he did find it atop his coffin.''...That's practically grave-robbing, Phae.'The seaweed woman didn't respond, she only formed a subtle flush within her facial features. Phae pressed the tome against her chest, dust billowing out from underneath it from the impact. Resisting the urge to enact a fit of coughing, Celmaru pecked his wife softly upon her forehead, grasping a small biographical novel before swiftly moving down the hall; counting the amount of doors along the right side as he did so. Stumbling upon Denim beside the sixth door, the hybrid tapped the Human's shoulder; making note of the comments she made about Ayumu and Celmaru.
"Excuse me, Miss Denim?...Please utilize the gravity chamber instead of standing before it; it does provide sufficient benefits if we can go beyond times ten Earth's gravity."
Denim suddenly spoke aloud, stating that she wouldn't prefer to train with any of the men aboard. Almost sighing almost via instinct, the hybrid attempted to persuade the woman of doing otherwise.
"Miss...the only other woman aboard is my wife. Unfortunately for you, she's currently about three months pregnant. I...er...a-apologize for doing so, er...I hope you understand what I'm apologizing for."
Celmaru hastily flipped the novel open, shoving his face into the pages to conceal his blushing expression; beet red, as usual. Near the entrance and exit of the S.S. Sharkfist, the seaweed woman stifled a knowing giggle betwixt her lips; her husband's lack of interaction with women coming to light once again. Mica, Chinatsu, and Hana were indeed female, as well as Ayumu's companions, however their interaction with Celmaru would suggest something a little bit different compared to most Human women....something a bit manlier. Behind the pages of the biography of a Hercule "Mark" Satan, the hybrid made another attempt at reassuring the second pure Human on board.
"I solemnly swear that I will never severely injure, maim, murder, or intentionally insult you...would that assure you of anything?"
Flying over towards the pair to float beside the embarrassed hybrid, Phae began to speak to Denim as her aura manifested itself, flickering about rapidly.
"Hello Miss Denim~, I do truthfully apologize, however as my husband has stated; I am a few months pregnant~"
The seaweed woman seemingly appeared proud of this...to Celmaru's dismay.
"Its unfortunate, however I'm currently unable to train with you...don't worry, Celmaru is harmless~"
'I can annihilate planets.'
'Yes, and...?'
'....And you, of all people.'
'Oh my~! Save that for the bedroom, husband~'
'....Don't take it like that.'
'I've already taken one thing from you~'
'...I'm going to stop telepathically speaking to you for now.'
'And so, I won~'
Clearing his throat awkwardly after Phae stepped...rather floated in, Celmaru lowered the biography to face the Human woman in the eye. Despite his flushed facial expression barely beginning to fade, the hybrid extended his right palm towards Denim, a brief introduction finally in order. The novel's pages were ajar, the thin paper material flitting to and fro as he the hybrid spoke.
"My name is Celmaru Waterfield...my wife's name is Phae Waterfield...I hope we can get along on this trip."
Thread PL: 259,111! Ki Setting active! PL is currently suppressed to 4,500! Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 64,777! Ki Suppression active! Phae's PL is currently 10,000! Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jun 16, 2016 22:14:56 GMT
While listening to the complaints, Ayumu would raise one of his eyebrows before turning towards Denim. Feeling slightly offended before clapping his hands together rather loudly, moreso at a tone that it started to echo outwards as he walked forwards out of the ground into the gravity chamber, a massive open area while shaking his head lightly. "We are not going to be sparring against each other, instead i will be making you two fight along side each other as i manipulate two training dummies using a controller outside this chamber. You two will require to learn to assist each other while attempting to stop the dummies from harming you too much." Before then turning to face towards Denim once again, speaking what was on his mind this time. "I thought it would be obvious the moment you came on this ship that you would be safe, even if i were to be killed and had my guts spilled over the floor i would still crawl forwards and make my way towards you to take a single blast again just to save your life. You are somebody precious to us, maybe not them but i, under the holy name of the kami itself will make certain you will survive. Now, Are both of you ready?" Starting to make his way towards the exit to grab the controller laying outside before giving a nudge towards a small figure wearing a blue hat and cloak that was cleaning the ground with a broom looking up and starting to wander off, its powerlevel averaging at 5000. - (You two can use the next post to prepare because gravity is going to be turned on after my next post!) Image for wizardo - prntscr.com/bhb2ra
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 11:37:36 GMT
Denim did not expect Celmaru to touch her on the back of the shoulder like he had nor reassure her of the ship's safety like Ayumu already had either. The man promised not to hurt, maim, or injure her in any fashion but that did not mean it could still not happen training accidents always did occur, and frankly, the way he was able to float around made her pretty sure he was on a level of fighting skill far above her own.
She sighed as she gazed back at the two with her bright blue eyes then pointed at Phae stating, "I, um, didn't just want to train with you know..." before drawing her hand back to her side, "I really wanted to speak with you about some women only things before we land."
She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, "That's why I wanted to train with you because even your husband would barely understand what I wanted to ask you." Denim was a single woman who lived with her parents and for the longest time she had been trained by female monks or busy with the regular schooling planet Earth offered in the past for her or her previously held job at a newspaper. The thing now though was she had become an independent writer and there were only things she could ask another feminine fighter in order to ascertain some of the questions she wished to write for her book. The fact that Celmaru mentioned they were going to gravity train was excellent, however, she expected since it was an enclosed space she might be able to have a one-on-one conversation afterwards. The only people she had primarily seen since she had started this trip were purely male fighters so if she wanted to get both sides of the story she wanted to write she would have to speak with a variety of people. The problem was clearly impossible to solve at the moment though since Phae's pregnant belly was an ever present view on her small frame and with her being three months along Denim knew she would be unable to train. She was going to ask if she could train, however, Denim was pretty sure the gravity was a thing too rigorous for her body to endure for long time periods.
Ayumu though did not seem happy about her prior attitude as he clapped to get their attention causing her to just slightly and wheel around to face him. He explained they were not going to be fighting each other and once again reiterated Denim's safety on the ship, but that they were to fight training dummies this session. She silently thought to herself, "Well, this is a surprise you're kind of supposed to train with gravity by fighting another person." She had always seen this occur on TV like so why they had to fight dummies was rather odd.
Still, she decided she did not mind and allowed for a strange dummy with a blue robe and tall pointed hat to appear before her on the training floor. If she survived this with Celmaru she really hoped Phae was going to agree to speak with her since what she wanted to potentially ask was about life changing matters. Something the woman had not for a long time decided for herself. She stepped forward to face the dummy though brimming with confidence.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 20, 2016 0:31:10 GMT
Celmaru would take a flinching step back as Ayumu himself stepped into the gravity chamber; his hands slapping one another in a simple clapping motion. Sliding his fingers across the spine of the biography, the hybrid snapped the novel shut as he listened to the elder's explanation. The method of training that would be used this time around would involve controlled "dummies", as Ayumu put it. This practice would supposedly teach the two to assist one another in combat; however the majority of what the hybrid had seen of Denim was complaining and confusion, alongside a desire to train with a pregnant woman. Regardless, the seaweed woman was told of something besides training that the Human desired from her; a supposed "girls-only" conversation. Tilting her head to her left for a moment, Phae responded with her intended suggestion. As she did so, the hybrid chose to ignore what Denim said about him being able to barely understand what they would speak of. Unfortunately, a pulsating vein sprouted atop the hybrid's left temple as Phae contacted Denim. 'We could speak with one another telepathically, if you so wish~'Meanwhile, the elder had also attempted to reassure the Human woman, stating that he'd hope to assist them even if he were a mangled pile of organs and flesh. It was a truly appreciated gesture, most likely, however Denim's opinion of the matter was seemingly worrying. The hybrid had heard Denim groan about how she's soon meet her demise; yet she wasn't in any immediate peril. Despite such earlier complaints, the Human woman was curious of Ayumu's seemingly strange training method. Educating yourself on assisting a comrade in arms wasn't entirely foreign to Denim, was it? Celmaru began to move beyond the gravity chamber's doorway as the elder mentioned the Earth's Kami...most likely referring to Bing Gan. Promptly contacting Ayumu, the hybrid informed him of the Kami's "demise", later informing the Human woman of the varieties of training. 'Sir...the Kami of Earth, Bing Gan...er, has been brainwashed by the SSE. He's working for them under the Queen's orders. Bing Gan's name nor his title isn't exactly holy anymore.'" ...Denim, training isn't always about facing another person. You usually learn and grow from doing so, but you don't always have to go against another in the endeavor; it'd be pointless competition. Hone whatever skills you might have, expand them beyond your current reach and become more knowledgeable, if possible. Don't always believe what you see in media to be true. For now, however, let's focus on assisting one another, shall we?" Folding his arms as Celmaru stood before a training figure akin to Denim's, a minuscule Ki source was noticeable within the hall. It felt simple, albeit convoluted. In the hall, Phae floated beside Ayumu, beholding the sight of the tiny robed figure. The seaweed woman could only wonder where that tiny rascal came from, and how he found itself within the S.S. Sharkfist. Placing her palms before her, neatly folded atop one another, Phae awaited to spectate the two's training. " Ready when you are, sir!" " Good luck you two~!" Pausing for a moment, the hybrid decided to make use of a newfound technique. Bending his elbows at their respective sides, Celmaru focused a specific amount of Ki around his palms and feet. The usage of this technique was rather experimental "below the belt", however the hybrid knew he should find a method to protect the limbs that attack his foes, at least. The Ki began to take a specific shape, solidifying into a thin membrane of energy; gauntlets, eventually beginning to be followed by sabatons. The hybrid's right hand began to take a darker shade compared to his left, yet each had sharpened fingers; akin to claws. The Ki enveloping his calves and feet had flickered briefly, a lack of practice becoming rather obvious. A moment passed, Celmaru's focus forcefully bringing the greaves' image to light. The sabatons appeared a fraction of a second afterward, the hybrid's toes further hidden from view. They were akin to the gauntlets; pointed and armored. Shifting his gaze to face Denim, the hybrid folded his arms once more. " Get ready Denim...this might escalate swiftly."
Energy Coating [UT] activated! Celmaru is now ~30% armored! Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jun 20, 2016 20:07:16 GMT
While noticing what was said, Ayumu turned around and walked off into the hallway, his facial expression was hard to catch but it was shock and something more akin to anger than sorrow... Slowly starting to wander off whilest the creature with the little wizard hat standing outside of the gravity chamber started to slowly tap his cane against the ground, using a small source of energy to write letters in the air for you guys to read by having it appear directly a meter infront of the both of you.
"Hello! My name is... One!"
Hopping happily from one foot to another while moving to the side of the gravity chamber in a sort of a wobble, getting into the gravity and making his way over quite a distance before panting lightly and moving his hand to a pocket to the side of his body and taking out a hankerchief to wipe the black hidden forehead under his hat.
"One does not like physical activity much! Sorry!"
The text had reshapen into this text now while the tip of the cane he had was shining rather brightly.
"One will teach you guys how to work together! One is part of group on konats that left one behind... But one is happy! First time training lady and boy!"
Making his way out of the room with the continious hops it did not take too long this time, having hurriedly done his best to get completely out of the confinement before the large door shut itself like a seal with a few windows staring inside for the appropiate view of what these guys were doing.
"Please be prepared! One will activate gravity now! Fight start soon!"
Before then it came, the gravity that was once normal going to slam down on both Denim and Celmaru their bodies with two puppets that were litterally shaped like wooden training dummies came to live, moving rather energetically in this area... Almost unnaturally energetically! Dealing blows in the air with no attempts to get closer to you guys they shook hands underling before turning to both Denim and Celmaru whilest performing a gracefull bow to signal that they were prepared to battle when you two were.
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Ayumu who had stormed off could hear some of the people onboard request a heads up on what was going on, why he had left the training zone yet when he even pushed aside one of the Guards who pulled its weapon to crash his skull over the table, Chinatsu had already slammed the Guard into a wall with a flask of rum on her lips. Glaring towards the man who had hired her while slowly starting to drink away. His mind was a mess, a complete mess, with a realization of the people who would have attempted to contact him mentally could only hear static as he had used his own telepathic signals to create a barrier to shield of his mind while stepping in a soundproofed room, shattering a chair against the wall before shouting it out. Another fucking kami gone where he could not have changed anything for the better... The next time he is back on earth... He wants help from somebody he knows all too well from his words... But would Celmaru even be willing to put everything at risk just for a mere request... Ayumu was not certain himself...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 1:37:07 GMT
The sound of Phae's voice reached Denim inside her mind and for a moment the woman paused and thought, "How are you doing this? Is this magic, telepathy, or something of that nature?" She had not ever experienced this, but as part of her research at the news place she once worked at, she had briefly read through the book Groundbreaking Science. This was in order to understand the Saiyans and other creatures who had caused trouble in the universe throughout the past year. It was a fascinating read that spoke of basic abilities one possessed as a user of ki including flight and telepathy.
She took a step towards Phae and responded via the psychic link established by her, if it's one or the other, well, it doesn't matter it's interesting you're able to do this." She would then put her hands in her pockets and begin to blush as she stared down at Phae's rounded belly. "I-uh, really want to start by saying as a denizen of Earth who's only lived in West City or South City her entire life I do not know much of the world. The things I do know is that I'm 27, have been an outcast most of my life, lived with women a number of years, never really had a man in my life, and um, I have never really held a job. As a result, I have no chances of gaining the kind of relationship I bet you two have. My goal though, besides writing a book on martial artists by being one myself, is to have a family. Yet I've heard that having one while being as strong as some of the world's newest martial artists are is dangerous. You never know when bad things will happen or be called upon, so what should I do about that if I want a family?"
It was a lot of heavy stuff and there was no doubt Phae might be able to respond to some of it but Denim at this point had forgotten her place. She had come to train and yet exasperated herself already by spewing out more stuff then she wanted to. She had wanted to start things off on a good footing yet realized as she stopped speaking that things were maybe not going to go so well or get so quickly answered as she hoped for Celmaru cut in on her. He was notifying her of the need to work together in a situation that she had completely forgotten. After all, this was one of the few rare times she had ever been placed in a psychic link with someone and because of it emotions she normally could not express openly welled up inside her.
She turned back to watch Celmaru adorn himself with a ki created gauntlets and greaves. He was more then ready to fight as the blue robed wizard with a big brimming hat introduced himself writing his name in the air. Apparently he was One, as letters made from a strange energy appeared in the air above him. He spoke of being someone left on Konats and that he was not much of a fighter. It still did not explain much of what One was but as Denim placed her right foot behind her left foot and took on a Walking Stance she expected he might be able to fight them somehow.
This proved to be the case after Ayumu turned on the gravity chamber and left in a blustered manner. She watched as two wooden dolls came to life and began to run around then bow to them after trading blows with each other. Her eyes trained to watch them though for the gravity took a hold of her and caused her back to behind severely forward making her stand with a huge slouching arch.
She grit her teeth responding to Celmaru's earlier comment about things escalating by saying, "I knew we would have some trouble but not this much." Denim could feel her stomach curl in on itself it felt like her bowels and organs might drop out of her body with the amount of pressure she felt on her sternum. This was nothing like Earth's gravity nor the training weights she had expected to come in the mail before she had left her home to go on this trip.
She staggered forward on her toes and inch by inch made her way closer to the dummy training devices hoping to make the first move. As she moved though she realized that even if she did make it to them she was likely to be out of energy to even hit them. It was likely only going to be Celmaru who might be able to do something about this situation. Had he said he trained in gravity before? She could not remember though despite working alone in the past on things she knew now she was going to have to use his help on figuring out how to survive this training.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 23, 2016 5:55:32 GMT
The hybrid wasn't able to face the elder's reaction, however the seaweed woman beheld the sight for a mere fraction of a moment. " ...Ayumu...?" The tiny mage-like figure scurried into the gravity chamber as Phae contemplated following suit towards the elder. A worried expression contorted her facial features as One began to inform the two warriors of the inevitable training session. It appeared as One had a rather unfortunate past before meeting Ayumu; being abandoned on Konats. The hybrid held up his right palm, waving it lightly as he responded to the minuscule mage. " Don't worry One, Ayumu wouldn't likely leave you behind...especially one with more magical prowess." 'Ah, I apologize for any delay, Denim; regardless, yes, this is Telepathy. Its rather useful when you want to speak with someone privately~'Denim began to go on about her age, her social life, and even her relationship status...or lack thereof. A subtle influx of emotion from Denim became noticeable to Phae, however she allowed her acquaintance to finish before speaking. 'Oh, my dear little Denim, you mustn't worry so much over what may come in time. I'll share a little secret with you, okay~?'Pausing for a moment, preparing to inform Denim of something rather strange, Phae concluded her brief moment of teasing. 'I've lived for approximately two-hundred and fifty years now, yet I've only been successful with love once...after failing miserably at another time...two centuries ago. A man by the same name, the same surname....a similar, yet different man altogether. I didn't have anything that could be considered a physical body, and I was a mere guardian spirit; overseeing his life without any direct interaction.'Reminiscing on century-old memories, a prominent lump began to form within the seaweed woman's throat. '...I suppose it was rather foolish for a deity to fall for a mortal man, yet some could say I'm just strange like that. Alas, I'm just a woman with her needs, akin to any other. If it took me over two hundred years to find successful love...you mustn't fret over the failure to find such things at twenty seven.'Phae made sure her mental tone wasn't with a single hint of sorrow, however if any of it did slip through...it wasn't without reason. Shifting onward to the other topics Denim had mentioned, the seaweed woman swiftly continued. 'Regardless!...A woman with such beauty and strength should never face the difficulty of being with the man that she desires~, and surely you appear intelligent enough to created a wonderful novel of martial arts...however you won't truly make such a piece from media programs alone~''Ayumu has lived for decades, and it rather knowledgeable of martial arts and arcane magics. My husband, Celmaru, has been trained in both Saiyan martial arts and more Saiyan-esqe combat tactics from his own Father, yet his more Human combat ability has been acquired on his own. He's spent his entire life fighting and educating himself...despite how serious he may be, he's a wonderful man.' 'Oh my, my husband and I had a surprisingly similar conversation but a few months ago~! When he was first notified of my pregnancy, he nearly fainted!'Phae stifled an amused giggle, however it had echoed slightly within her mind. 'Now I understand that you would be the one bearing the children...however I can only recommend that you stay away from the immense danger once the First Trimester comes about. Morning Sickness, frequent urination, fatigue...oh my it was awful! I am, unfortunately, not one of the most direct fighters on Earth...as I usually fight alongside my husband, rather than alone.'Finally deciding to conclude her rambling, Phae finished with a final act; a mental image, sent to Denim for reference. The image consisted of a much younger Celmaru, a mere thirteen years old. Children his age were assaulting him, giant speech bubbles added within the image to display what they were uttering as they beat him. The teenage Celmaru sat within a school courtyard, his eyes glazed over as his own peers brandished sticks and stones of various sizes; one even had a weapon. The speech bubbles had the following sentences. "Half-ass-breed!" "Filthy Saiyan!" "Sticks and stones may break our bones, but we've yet to break yours!" "Hurry up and die already you stupid delinquent!" Phae's tone was somewhat strained, albeit regretful. The seaweed woman refrained from being angered by what occurred in the past. 'I understand that being the less sociable person within the immediate area could consider you an outcast...however Celmaru was openly beaten, insulted, and even accused of being an evildoer for being fifty percent Saiyan. There was nothing else beyond that reason for what they've done, and Celmaru still decided to be...simply put...merciful. He was vastly beyond what any normal, non-fighting Human could achieve...yet he didn't fight back after age eight. Yes, he's indeed still rather Human...however when a corrupt being sees anything that they dislike about a man, they'll maliciously abuse that fact. I had to spend twenty two years watching scenes such as this...unable to do a thing to console him...nor assist him.'Phae paused once more, reminding herself of her manners. 'Oh, I must apologize...it seems as though I've begun to ramble on...excuse me for my ignorance.'The seaweed woman's tone was almost visibly apologetic, however as of now she would simply spectate, if not answer any of Denim's questions. Meanwhile, within the gravity chamber, One's comment of labeling Celmaru as "boy" wasn't preferable, however the hybrid put up with it. Phae, meanwhile, began to speak with Denim telepathically prior to the sudden, energetic appearance of the wooden golems. The gravity suddenly began to set in upon both Denim and Celmaru, weighing down on their spines, alongside the rest of their skeletal structure. While the Human woman seemingly faced great difficulty to even stand, the hybrid quivered slightly; his stubborn hopes to remain standing evident. 'T-This level of suppression...i-isn't going to a-assist me here, is it?'" Denim...only make direct strikes when you're experienced with gravity training! Focus your limbs near the center of your body so you can stay balanced and aren't immediately affected by the movements of those limbs. Only retaliate in self-defense. I've been trained under gravity since I was little, however under this suppressed Ki I'll have to do the same. Unfortunately, no matter how balanced you may be under Earth's gravity, it won't matter here."
The hybrid shifted his positioning, pressing his arms against his rib-cage as he crouched down lightly. Guiding his left arm towards its respective side's cheek, Celmaru prepared in an impromptu stance. The hybrid awaited the introductory strike from their opponents, staring intently between them both.
Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2016 10:22:43 GMT
While Denim struggled under the gravity that was ten times Earth's gravity she thought about both Phae and Celmaru's words. Sweat started dripping down her body as she found herself at a standstill in the middle of the floor and puffed in and out the air of the ship. She would have loved to follow Celmaru's advice but her body felt so heavy. If the gravity really was times ten Earth's, which it certainly felt like, her entire frame equaled 1,240 lbs. forcing her to have to come to a complete halt. The reason being was that she was stuck in an environment that was almost beyond what was humanly possible.
Her mind was still wandering at this point as a dizzy spell set in and she thought of Phae's words to her in her head. And had seen Celmaru's past. It was terrible he had gotten called names and been told to die since so far he felt like a decent guy and his advice proved somewhat solid if she could move. What troubled really troubled her though was that she was neither a seaweed creature nor a Saiyan. Going beyond her human limit felt impossible and the fact she knew Phae was 250 years old now proved this since she seemed to be both pregnant and still able to feel somewhat okay in this environment. The conditions here should have killed her instantly but she was only slightly struggling as far as Denim knew. She said after all she had suppressed her power and that it wasn't going to help her, which clearly meant she was far stronger and so was Celmaru too.
Denim sighed and wished she could feel strong or live as long as she secretly knew these two might live. Body health was an extremely important factor in extending one's life, and so far, the doctor had told her due to her healthy lifestyle she might manage to live an extra two years. But why did she want to live longer? Well, the reason was that she had not done anything and like she told Phae and Celmaru she wanted to write her book on martial arts, practice it to understand it, and live a long, healthy life so she might be able to choose soon when she could have her own kids, if she chose to. It was a lot of ifs, whens, and buts but as she stood there observing the dolls prepping for combat she knew in order to make it to the next level she was going to need to reach them. Ayumu was certainly a nice man in letting her use this facility on his ship to do what she wanted she realized. Yet as she stood there she felt her knees start to buckle as she slowly dropped to the floor on them. Now she understood why Phae had warned her against physical training if she ever got pregnant. This stuff would kill her.
"Celmaru, Phae, and Ayumu!" she now shouted her voice hoarse from the constant breathing she had to do in order to stay alive under the pressure, "Thanks for the advice, I'll train hard and then when I'm done with my book have the cutest little child in the world for you all to come and visit someday! I'm going to disregard the current advice and take some of the strain of my body!"
She would follow through with this plan by slowly lifting up her arms and pulling off the red vest she wore. It would normally be three pounds at most. The intense pressure around her made it feel like thirty pounds. It was nothing like the full length body suit she had spent her money on. The item had never arrived but it was light weight training equipment meant to be worn under one's clothes and specifically stated to weight naturally thirty pounds, despite the fact one was supposed to wear it. Her arms came up to her shoulders though for now as she thought about how wearing that here now would have definitely killed her. Nonetheless, she continued with her actions and after lifting her arms up to her shoulders yanked off the jacket and threw it to one side with a loud, "Thud!"
Denim panted then felt a huge relief on her back as she stood back up into the position she held before. It was still very painful which meant, sadly, more clothes had to come off. Luckily, Denim knew she wore a full length strapless, white undershirt over her bra, so if she took off that no one was hopefully going to mind she was missing the yellow t-shirt she had on. She lifted her arms up to her neck now and with a gentle pull slowly lifted the clothing up over her torso and off herself. When the now twenty pound garment came off she soon found herself able to stand up straight and did so.
"Sorry about the trouble..." she stated shifting to look back at her training partner. "If things get bad and I cannot move, um, do you mind if I take off my undershirt here?" She felt her face flush because she knew if she did she would only be wearing her bra for the rest of the training session unless she somehow got acclimated to fighting under this gravity training. She was just glad her training weights were something she had not ever gotten yet. Wearing them definitely would have been suicide.
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Post by Kizuki on Aug 7, 2016 22:56:57 GMT
Nostalgic Ayumu , tag me in this thread with what you want whenever you return. Denim: +5,174 PL New Total: 11,246 PL Celmaru: +3,604 PL New Total: 305,192 PL (Adding now.)
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Post by Kizuki on Aug 30, 2016 22:39:23 GMT
Ayumu: +840 PL New Total: 210,165 PL
(Adding now.)
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