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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 4:04:32 GMT
Posting Order: Namorel Noxa Celmaru <- Scrub(JK LOL) Tekuma
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
The morning seemed to pass so slowly, Namorel had spent the entirety of it in his cave meditating. The images of his father and the flashbacks were persistent and keeping him there... wondering why. However as the sun began to come closer to its zenith he decided it would be better for him to not dwell on this, he knew it would only upset him in the long run. He knew his father would be upset at the position he had put himself in, retreating form home to spend time on this planet... one much less hospitable than that of his own home. If he would have stayed longer he could have become as strong as his father once was, or perhaps he would have dealt with the issues he still had emotionally with his elders and peers. He had to come up with something to get his mind off this... something to distract him from it all, to immerse him more on this planet so he no longer longed for Namek.
Satan City!! That was where he needed to go, he had recently managed to tone out many of the acute sounds that bothered him and better learned to ignore the louder noises. HE hadn't had much of an opportunity to explore the city or anything prior, with Noxa pulling him out and taking him on a small adventure around the countryside after a small sparring session. He had since then occasionally stocked up on the beverages she had introduced him to, finding himself addicted to the plethora of flavors they could pack into them. He did not know how humans discovered these things, but appreciated the beings a tiny bit more for it.
He was able to fly ot the city in no time, covering the landscape fast enough to arrive at the city's edge by near exact midday. The sun gleamed off his pale green skin and his yellow muscle pads. His appearance once more stood out like a sore thumb, offering a walking attraction to all passerbys and an interesting exhibit for small children that he passed by. The noises came nowhere near to the volume he had dealt with prior to, instead being drowned out by his own thoughts and idle meditations, thinking about the moments that have developed since he arrived on this planet less than two weeks ago, expecting little more than to live like a hermit he had met many powerful beings and fought one, realizing the gap between him and many of the others.
He would be walking around the city, less trying to make it anywhere than to see what these human settlements contained with in them, with shops lining the streets and taller buildings without labels dwarfing them as they all stood together. THe smaller parks would represent small patches of nature in this concrete jungle and playground to the busy men.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 4:17:40 GMT
Pl: 7,000 + Heavy Weight = Thread Power Level of 1750
Come morning Noxa found herself in absolute ire, glaring at the sky. "I was promised RAIN!" Hissed the woman, her crimson hair writhing about as though she'd been underwater. She sighed in an aggravated fashion. She looked back to the nest curled up against the base of a tall building's antenna. At the base were the posh clothes of a business woman she'd had for dinner. A dirty money launderer that helped with organized crime. Noxa had ate her gladly after she'd insulted her magnificent figure. Serves her right! Noxa dressed herself in the clothes. Every time she went out into the city she'd get non-stop stares, so with these on... Well, maybe she'd stick out a little less.
Noxa, using her shape shifting ability, pulled her carapace into her body, somehow keeping her proportions intact in the process. In no time she'd been draped in the elegance of the dark grey pin-stripped suit! The pants were a little tight around the voluptuousness of her thighs, but it was doable. Finally she adorned the black heels — or rather try to. Finding the footwear to be extremely uncomfortable Noxa simply defaulted to her carapace's steel-like armored heels. It definitely broke the theme of the look, but at least she was comfortable. Popping the topmost button of the suit to reveal the contrasting white collar beneath Noxa decided she was ready for the town. She leaped from the building, using her ki to glide down gently.
She'd time walking among the people — either picking up on her next meal or trying to decide how to spend her time.It wasn't until she found herself dead in her tracks, a big grin overcoming her face as she saw a familiar green face. "Mah NAmek." She said under her breath, memories of fizzy drinks, exchanged blows, and a good ol' time on a roof flooded her mind's eye.
Namorel would likely hear the clicking metal heels against the pavement from some ways off. "Namorel! It's great to see you again!" Noxa cheered as she neared her brotha from anotha motha.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 24, 2016 10:48:13 GMT
"Feelin' the pain yet, swine?!"
"I only feel sweet victory from how this is going, fool!"
"That's fucking hilarious! You'll suffer defeat here, hybrid scum!"
A certain hybrid and a rather burly arcosian sent rather prominent bursts of Ki throughout the broad Satan City. Their clashes rang along the streets as the two crossed paths once more. Unfortunately for the changeling, blood had already begun to trickle upon his facial features; a jet-black horns protruding from the two opposite surfaces of his cranium. Whatever possible conglomeration of clouds that had been nearby have been forcefully shoved away via the battle. Another sudden rupture of energy sent the hybrid flying across the city, the brutish arcosian following suit. A prideful smirk tugged away at his lips as chase was initiated.
"Your filthy tactics are infuriating! Clean yourself up, you worthless changeling!"
"Maybe you should just be a better warrior, bitch!"
An immense aura erupted from the hybrid, his Ki further proving his enhanced strength. The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield once again made use of his Trained Potential. Extending all of his limbs in a star-esqe figure, Celmaru ceased his uncontrollable travel utilizing his own Ki. With an aggressive grunt, the hybrid's right arm was pulled back into a rather forceful strike. The arcosian mercenary Frigi Darium, still enacting pursuit, flew directly into the strike, his facial features contorting to compensate for the squashed skin. Spit shot out of the alien's mouth as pain signals skyrocketed within his brain.
"That hurt you imbecile!"
"Now that's hilarious!"
Several barrages of both punches and kicks later, Frigi wasn't faring so well. The changeling didn't have any moments to transform, nor could he exactly escape. Blood was spattered along his entire figure, pain encasing his entire frame. Frail groans escaped the arcosian's lips as he began to descend. Every time this nuisance appeared, a fight ensued; and he would fail miserably. Before he could truly begin crashing to his 'doom', Celmaru swiftly grasped his opponent's right horn, preventing the demise of this pitiful alien.
"Revert to your Suppressed Form, immediately. I'm going to be overseeing your actions until we head home, understood?"
"Fffffff......Ffffuck you."
"...I'm going to ignore that simply because of your asexuality."
Receding the Ki beneath his feet, the arcosian's power began to shrink as the two landed; the defeated alien held only via Celmaru's hand. Frantically suppressing his own Ki, the hybrid landed betwixt the trees of a nearby park, taking note of the nearby Ki signatures of relatively average strength. Pinpointing a rather distant Ki compared to the others, the hybrid formulated a telepathic link with a certain someone.
'Phae...Frigi's been dealt with again. I'm in a park in Satan City.'
'Oh wonderful! You're safe, husband!'
'There wasn't any danger to begin with.'
'You never know what trickery Frigi might possess, Celmaru!'
'His "trickery" is mere dirty tactics, and nothing more. Regardless, please head over here if you could. You should be able to determine where I am from there.'
'Yes, husband~!'
Releasing the partially broken arcosian onto the grass beneath the hybrid's feet, Celmaru folded his arms as he stood in wait.
Thread PL: 301,588! Ki Setting active! PL is currently 500!
Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 75,397! Phae will arrive next post!
Frigi's PL: 198,526! Ki Suppression active! PL is currently 5,000!
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Tekuma Mayakon
Archived
Zeni Transferred to Colba
PL: 104,586
Angel of Darkness(x9P) Overdrive(x12)
Zeni: 1,480
Shoki: 0
Tag: @tekuma
OOC Name: Zelda's Lullaby
Posts: 576
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Jul 24, 2016 12:58:20 GMT
Tekuma yawned, having slept in a little too late and now it was time for lunch. The girl shoved off her covers, proceeding to move towards her dresser and grab some clothing. Soon she was out of her robe and into a T-shirt, sneakers with socks plus cozy shorts. The hybrid adjusted her glasses, yawning once more as she fought to stay awake, heading downstairs into the kitchen.
Her mother had left her pancakes and bacon in the microwave, which she gladly ate. The food sat satisfactorily in her stomach, as the hybrid cleaned up her dishes, grabbing her sketchbook and drawing supplies in a drawstring bag careful to lock up the house. After she set the alarm, Tekuma walks out of the house careful to shut the door and lock it behind her.
The hybrid teen was greeted with a warm, sunny day as she stepped outside of her house, deciding to take a walk to a nearby park and draw a few animals. She adjusted the white drawstring bag, the pale halfling moving with the crowd.
However, she was interrupted on her trip to the park by a familiar ki and tall green and yellow figure. The teen swiftly moved through the crowd and stopped beside the Namekian. "Hey Namorel, what are you doing out here in the city?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 18:50:05 GMT
Namorel Powerleve: 2,700
Everything started out fine in the city, just the cluster fuck that is human... well Terran society roaming the sidewalks and driving donw the streets in the mechanical noise monsters they called cars. Namorel kept to the more exterior portion of the sidewalk, farthest from the street, this allowed him to avoid large groups of people and to keep a few extra feet between him and the cars whom were some honking uncontrollably. There seemed to be an uneasy feeling in hte air, hi antennae picked up on it rather quickly, but he dismissed this as Terran weather rather than anything else. The star Sol seemed to affect weather planets on this planet far more than any of Namek's stars did on its own surface.
Namorel passed by a building, who's entire front surface was made up of mirrored glass panes, he could not see inside it, instead seeing his reflection for the first time in a clear surface. The only time before Namorel had seen his own reflection was in a body of water and the constantly shifting waves made it so much less clear whenever he saw himself that way. The sun was reflecting broadly off of his light green skin, accenting his yellow pads muscle pads and their red outline imperfectly. He took a moment to glance at his appearance and nodded in a vain manner before continuing on his way down the street, unaware of anything that may lie ahead.
He then heard something, it was different than the cluttered sounds that normally encompassed the city, it sounded like combat. The sounds of their combat and what seemed like yelling was easy for the namekian to hear from any distance really, but he could tell it was nearby. He continued forward, listening to the fight as he went, however it didn't seem to last quite that long, with the sounds dying before the park he would be coming up on soon, he found it peculiar yet didn't want to act upon the fact.
"Eh, must have been nothing if it was dealt with so quickly; shame I got a little eager for a fight."
The namekian spoke to himself as he stood in place. He had stayed where he was for a while, trying to come to a conclusion on who would risk fighting over a place that civilians resided. However his silence was broken by both Tekuma and Noxa, while both called to him at different moments, but still required being responded to.
"Oh, hey... Noxa... Tekuma..."
Namorel said, turning his head in either direction to see the individuals, the hybrid was more so skimming through a crowd to get to him, while on the other hand Noxa had glided down from above, landing nearby with a familiar click. Noxa, who was immediately close seemed the easiest to reply to first,
"Agreed, how have you been?"
He replied to the woman, who was dressed differently than she had been previously, which was probably better for her in the crowd of people anyways.
"I got bored, the mountains get dull rather quickly."
He said, turning to the young hybrid who had made her way in Namorel's direction. She seemed as spry as ever, Namorel wouldn't have know she hadn't been awake all too long. AS he spoke to the two he still kept his ears trained on the surrounding area, still with the uneasy feeling form before at the bottom of his stomach. The fact a fight started and ended so quickly bothered him and with theese two in tow he didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 20:02:29 GMT
At touch down, after being regarded Noxa found herself smiling. Her yellow irises seemed to dull a little as she was reminded of the sour situation she was in. "Well, it has been a few days and I still haven't gotten any rain; my week could definitely be going better." Noxa assured the Namekian. As a passerby bumped into her Noxa had to catch herself from whipping him in two. Instead Noxa settled for the stink eye and a bit of a huff n' puff.
She had to keep a good image in broad day light — especially in front of brethren.
"Who is that?" Noxa asked, peeking around the Namek — she was referring to the hybrid thing which also called for him. It didn't look fully formed — a child? Maybe? No, something half way through. A teenager. Noxa had not much experience with the kind, but her imprinted memory warned her that this kind was dangerous, temperamental, unstable, and smelly. Then again, her imprints on Namekians said they were by and large relatively weak... And Namorel was pretty okay in the battlefield — he was able to have his own slap fight with the Bio-Android without having any issues for the most part.
She was unaware to the battles that took place. Between being a heavy sleeper and ki deaf she'd have completely gone unaware of any of it — much less the reason for the cloudless sky.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 25, 2016 0:01:16 GMT
The screech of the city was rather apparent within the hybrid's ears. As possible as it was for it to be an early Rush Hour, perhaps there were some evident travelers roaming about via vehicle. Shuffling his folded arms about slightly, Celmaru paced periodically around the nigh unconscious arcosian. The trees surrounding the two weren't conveniently thick, as one would hope, since several people came by and stared as they went on their way. Despite what could occur due to the-
'There is...another one.'
That demonic Ki didn't assist the hybrid's mood in any manner.
'...What a wonderful encounter I had with her and her irritable Father.'
Celmaru's eyes began to flicker between the citizens within the crowd, hoping to ignore the rather nervous demon hybrid, at least for her sake. Meanwhile, above Satan City, the one and only seaweed woman Phae Waterfield had begun to trace the pinpointed hybrid Ki. There were two energy signatures that were similar, albeit one more prominent compared to the other. Alas, Phae couldn't forget her beloved husband's Ki; no matter what its level was. A soft blue-green aura, akin to her own seaweed figure, enveloped her frame as she haphazardly began to descend.
'That Ki near the student...its akin to Gnash. Is he an Namekian? Another one is nearby too- ...or is it- ...is that a Bio-Android?'
Celmaru quirked a rather curious brow towards that odd group as Frigi's ragged breathing continued. Glaring at the changeling, the hybrid muttered to his recent opponent; a firm tone of ire flowing through his voice.
"You fight me with an attitude that would infuriate anyone...you deserve to be beaten the way you are. It doesn't exactly help that I'm well beyond you, and even my potential, not even utilizing Super Saiyan, can eviscerate you."
A sudden rustling occurred, and the seaweed woman appeared to meet with her husband. With a brief landing, nearly tripping due to her pregnant stomach, Phae leaped over the arcosian to embrace her husband immediately. Celmaru couldn't even fully greet her before she came into contact with him; their arms encircling one another. The seaweed woman nestled between the hybrid husband's arms as she first greeted her special one.
"Hello once again, Celmaru~!"
"As suddenly affectionate as always, I see."
"Frigi taking you away to fight again...such discourteous behavior."
"Its nothing that we should be concerned with. That damned arcosian will always be like this, it seems."
"We'll look after him until we head home today, alright?"
"Yes, husband~"
The hybrid averted his gaze for a moment, coughing as a slight pain shot up his chest. That strike that Frigi gave him earlier supposedly had done some damage...for once. Separating for a moment, Celmaru pounded his chest repeatedly with his left fist, clearing his throat as he beat the pain away. Tilting her head to the side slightly, Phae pondered of what could have caused this.
"Are you alright, husband?"
"I'll be fine. Its nothing that worrisome."
"I'll let you keep up the charade, if you'd like, husband~"
"W-What?"
"Bodily injury in the chest can cause coughing in the Human body. The location of your lungs within your chest is what also causes your coughing, alongside the injury you likely received."
"...Just don't make a fuss over it."
"No promises, Celmaru~!"
Phae returned to her husband's arms, taking note of his breathing as they stood there; Frigi's breathing continuously gasping for oxygen...not that he necessarily needed it to begin with. The group nearby, however, would remain within the hybrid's mind as a mental note...simply due to their current power compared to his suppressed state. Whether they'd take notice now or not would be most likely determined by the Namekian.
Tekuma Mayakon
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Tekuma Mayakon
Archived
Zeni Transferred to Colba
PL: 104,586
Angel of Darkness(x9P) Overdrive(x12)
Zeni: 1,480
Shoki: 0
Tag: @tekuma
OOC Name: Zelda's Lullaby
Posts: 576
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Jul 26, 2016 0:27:09 GMT
Tekuma skimmed through the crowd with relative ease, darting in and out of in front of people to get to the Namekian. A woman in a business suit made her cringe from the horrible way her boots looked compared to the outfit. There was a mix of ki races in Noxa; in a way she'd ever only felt once before from a friendly sentient plasma creature named Azguard.
The teen looked from Noxa to Namorel and back, something about Noxa seemed... Off, and not in a good way. It sent a faint chill down her spine, and so far the secretly bio-android only made Tekuna lightly wary. However, she put on a smile and spoke to Noxa. "The name is Tekuma. Might I ask your name?" The demon hybrid replied rather friendly. She gave a grin to Namorel, still half asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 7:49:36 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
"It has been rather dry lately, even the mountains are nowhere near as snowy as they normally are."
Namorel replied, chuckling some at the comment Noxa had made. However he wondered why she wanted it to rain so badly, he could understand if she were on a farm or something, but otherwise the matter seemed rather trivial to him.
"Oh, you okay?"
He would ask her after the passerby bumped into her, she seemed rather fine, but it is courteous to at least make sure they are okay after the matter. Before he could look back to get a look at the person who bumped into her he noticed the hybrid Tekuma getting closer, and Noxa instantly took interest. She asked the hybrid her name, looking past Namorel towards the demon/human hybrid who darted closer in a sleepy way.
"There are some people in the park...they may have been the fighters a moment ago."
Namorel muttered to himself after his ears perked up, before he started hearing the conversation he was going to introduce the females to one another. However this caught his attention rather quickly. He put his hand to his chin and turned to face the park, cocking his ears to try and listen better, were they to continue talking.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 9:34:08 GMT
The business woman remained oblivious to the multiple ki signatures within yonder park. Her attention remained on the immediate area; her attention remained on the people at hand. Noxa's bizarre eyes locked within the hybrid's. A smile broke through her features, growing and forming itself into a wide toothy grin. Her luscious lips lingered at the birth of a word. Noxa found herself pausing; features freezing.
She would've lied through her teeth. 'Sona', 'Sally', 'Sandy', 'Soma'! The possibilities endless and the end result the same — her identity masked and anything she'd do remain in anonymity — lost to her 'public image'! Then again, could her social presence even be described in such way? 'Public image'? Thanks to Dirty Dan and her manga 'Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet' a vast amount of the population simply regarded Noxa as a cosplayer. Save in the cities she'd been exiled from her image was a thing that simply didn't exist to the public — well, only to a very niche, deviant part of the public.
The froze, however, because Namorel was present. She'd nearly forgotten that. She couldn't lie; he would know.
"Noxa." Came the word finally — a truth forced from her amid a heavy sigh after much deliberation. She had no choice, after all.
Noxa found her head turning to the beacon that'd forced her actions. She regarded the Namek while her arms came to a cross beneath her dual mounds, unintentionally artificially boosting their size.
"Fighters?" There was a pause as something clicked in her head. "NAMOREL!" She exclaimed, eyes widening at the epiphany that had arisen. "YOUR SEARCH FOR A MASTER —!!"
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 27, 2016 8:41:16 GMT
Unbeknownst to Celmaru, the nigh unconscious arcosian had a minuscule ace up his figurative sleeves. As the couple spent their time coddling one another, in a sense, the changeling warrior released a sort of liquid within his mouth. The liquid, however, was concealed within a white pod; bearing what was akin to Senzu Essence. The shady dealer that had given Frigi this turned out to be rather legitimate. Hastily pretending to be rather injured, the arcosian lied still as his wounds began to mend with immediate ease. The escaped blood, meanwhile, remained as it did previously. Frigi's Ki began to sneak to its peak, attracting the hybrid's attention as it grew. Gently pushing Phae beside him, away from the alien, Celmaru spoke aloud in a firm tone. "Don't you dare try anything, changeling."
"Whah....Whaddya talkin' aboot?"
"Acting Northern now?"
"Nah...just...a bit..."The arcosian gulped as he uttered his conclusive term.
"...VIOLENT!"
"Wha-!"An arcosian foot planted itself firmly between the hybrid's left brow and cheek. The seaweed woman gasped as her husband then disappeared. Given the hybrid's suppressed Ki, it was a wonder that he didn't die on the spot. Unfortunately, the earthen soil of the park below had vanished; replaced by pure atmosphere. Finding himself within the sky, Celmaru attempted to regain control of himself, however Frigi had already appeared once more. Raising his fists together, the changeling slammed his dark grey palms into the hybrid's stomach. "Oh shi-!"The next moment was nothing but pain and asphalt. Surrounding the hybrid was an upward surge of broken earth and blackened asphalt; massive pieces of the road flying up into the air. The nearby vehicles bleeped ans swerved to avoid the immense mess. Celmaru, however, felt far more pain than this should have entailed. The hybrid could only muster a forced groan as he removed his Ki Suppression, haphazardly bringing forth his Trained Potential once more. Lying there in the middle of the road, several shrieks nearby indicated that there was no hiding from this stunt. "Kakahahaahahaha! Fool! Why did you let your guard down, huh!? Some warrior you are!"
"A better one than you are, you frozen bovine!"
"Then why didn't you see me heal earlier, huh!?"
"You've always had a knack for filthy tactics such as that!"Raising his legs to the sky, the hybrid lurched back before leaping to his feet. Bending his knees slightly as he stood, Celmaru glanced at the nearby group as the second round of this unnecessary scuffle began. An entirely audible crack emanated from his spine, the hybrid grimacing from the pain. The hybrid clutched his right side, an odd, pale red glow enveloping his palm as the changeling cackled once again; an odd metamorphosis beginning. "...Any more quips? Any more tripe to spout?"
"Your antagonistic thought process is infuriating."
"Hilarious!"With a swift flash, Frigi had adopted even larger horns than usual. His grey and black exterior appeared more akin to a jet black. The arcosian's power had been multiplied five-fold with this brutish transformation; the Brute Form. Bending his right forearm in a right angle towards the sky, a scarlet red glow enveloped his own hand. Whipping their hands to their respective opponent's facial expressions, their attacks' names were revealed. "GREAT BLAST CRASH!"
"FROSTBITE!"The two spherical blasts formed and were shot from their user's palms; only to be interrupted by their counterparts in this scenario. The clash had begun, violent flashes of raw Ki fluctuating as the two orbs struggled against one another. The hands of Celmaru and Frigi remained still as they retained their hold upon the two blasts. The street, however, had become something akin to a light-show; the two spheres creating bright flares and rumbling feverishly. Despite their differences, in a sense they were still evenly matched. Trained Potential activated! PL is now 1,206,352! Brute Form for Frigi is activated! PL is now 992,630! KP Remaining: 2/3 Great Blast Crash [N1] utilized! Potential PL: 398,096! Frostbite [N1] utilized! Potential PL: 327,567! KP Remaining: 2/3 Tekuma Mayakon
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Tekuma Mayakon
Archived
Zeni Transferred to Colba
PL: 104,586
Angel of Darkness(x9P) Overdrive(x12)
Zeni: 1,480
Shoki: 0
Tag: @tekuma
OOC Name: Zelda's Lullaby
Posts: 576
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Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Jul 27, 2016 13:03:29 GMT
Tekuma lightly smiled to Noxa, hearing the name of the bio-android despite clear deliberation, which only fed a faintly growing suspicion in the back of her head. Noxa seemed strange to her, things setting her off like the boots which looked attached to her skin, and the multiple racial kis inside the woman.
As soon as the fight endures, Tekuma snaps her head in that direction. Trying to get a better view of what was going on, she quickly jumped to the nearest balcony, hopping between them to get to a tall apartment complex roof. The hybrid looked out over the area, seeing something crash into the city below.
As she sensed a familiar ki, she froze. It was Celmaru and even though he was stronger, despite the pain in her head from sensing extremely powerful kis, two at once, dazed her. She shook herself out of it, watching the duo exchange blows. "What the hell is Celmaru doing? Their battle can destroy the city! The teen yelled accidentally.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 23:14:22 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 10,800 [x4 Great Namek]
Namorel kept his ears trained towards the park, still unsure if everything would be in the clear. However Noxa broke his concentration as she attributed him mentioning the possible origin of the voices to his seeking of a tutor. He contemplated whether or not he should reply on this matter, ultimately coming to the consensus that he would do such.
"Yeah, I gue--"
His sentence was broken when he heard everything erupt. The earth beneath the person that fell shattered, leaving a substantial crater. Namorel looked to both sides to see Tekuma moving to higher ground, he would have to act quickly if he wanted to help. Increasing his body mass, growing to a total of forty feet in height. Many of the smaller buildings paled in comparison to this Namekian behemoth, he began to make his way down the street towards the combat, starting out in a walk and then into a sprint before launching to the air, his gigantic mass of a body flying over the road.
"This is probably going to hurt... a lot, but let me help."
Namorel yelled this out as he unleashed his ki whip, the green energy based whip hung at his side, the handle firmly in his grasp. All eighty feet of it drug behind him as he flew closer. Namorel drew closer, unaware of the light show that was about to occur, the ki erupted and if it weren't for his size would have have easily knocked him over from sheer force. Landing nearby he looked at the two combatants, sure he had herd one of them complain of he other. He didn't knwo whom was who, but one of them seemed to be of the same race as Retsu, flames engulfed Namorel's eyes and he launched his whip towards the arcosian, hoping eighty feet would suffice to reach him without having to extend his arms.
KP: 2/3 [Activated Ki Whip]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 2:15:30 GMT
Noxa wasn't ki aware; she had no idea of what was unfolding. Not really. She was been warned 'fighters' were at the park, but not much more. She'd been excited — for Namorel's sake, of course. However, she, herself, didn't much care or want anything to do with the pair. It's not like she could eat them in broad day light. That, of course, was assuming she had the ability to do it. Lately Noxa made a point to not try and go after anything that could efficiently defend itself while within the city. Those usually caused a ruckus, and Noxa really just wanted a meal more often than not.
Noxa watched as the strange-looking girl leaped off. "Damn.." She mumbled. She was just beginning to undress the hybrid in her mind's eyes. She seemed as though she had a good amount of meat on her bones; a hearty snack, to be sure! But now she was gone, leaving Noxa feeling... Blue. It wasn't until the hybrid's cries reached her that Noxa's mind snapped back into place. "Destroy what now?"
It wasn't until the Namek began to show his true form that Noxa had considered that there might've been a touch of something serious to this situation. She watched as the Namekian began to grow to an unprecedented size. A looon whistle escaped Noxa's lips, lasting the duration of Namorel's growth. Impressive! Noxa wondered if she could do that too; she guessed not. Noxa had forgotten about Namekian's ears in the heat of her routine. "Oops." she mumbled. She hoped he was too invested in the moment to really be bothered.
Either way the Namekian may or may now have noticed as Noxa's form subtletytouched down on his massive shoulder. She leaned against his neck, legs crossing as she observed the battlefield bellow the fourty feet meat mountain. "Wow, Namorel. I didn't know you were a grower and not a shower." There was a brief pause in commentary and asides. "So, who are we rooting for here?" She asked, her citrine gaze fixing onto the combating duo. Noxa had only now began examining the warriors; she had no idea how skilled they were, and she couldn't really gave any bearing based on their beam struggle, as she was dull to the ethereal realm of ki.
As the whip flung to the Arcosian she rolled her eyes. "Oh, hey! An Arcosian!" She chuckled softly, that soon turning into a hearty laugh. "Fuck those guys!" A strand of hair arched around her body, pointing to the bio-armor-clad warrior. A dense ball of Ki rapidly gathered at the tip of the extended mane vector. The unstable ball, attempting to grow as more Ki was pumped into it was simply crushed into a smaller size by Noxa's will. The pressure built until a crimson blast erupted from the orb. "Scarlet crush." Noxa said with glee as the oscillating light of the beam flooded the immediate area — that being Namorel's impressive traps.
[ [ N1] Scarlet Crush fired at 570 PL]
[KP 2/3]
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 29, 2016 3:17:03 GMT
“Oh for fuck’s sake…”The nearby Namekian had decided to enter the fray as his already impressive body mass expanded beyond the city’s buildings. The two warriors glanced at the green-man as their blasts continued to struggle against one another. A subtle rumble notified the two of their approaching acquaintance, be it enemy or ally. As the Namekian leaped into the air, slamming himself into the road with a thunderous crash, the hybrid registered the giant’s words. The hybrid’s eyes widened, realizing what a fool this “man” was. “You certainly will not! You’ll get murdered, you green fool!”
A suspiciously large whip of energy revealed itself from the Namekian Giant’s palm. Frigi found himself cackling at this Namek’s appearance; his sudden growth somehow amusing. “Kahkakakaha! A friend of yours, hybrid? I didn’t know he had to overcompensate so much!”
“I only know one Namekian, and it definitely isn’t him!”The Green-man’s whip had begun to lash out against the arcosian, striking his torso as it slithered around him. Not even wincing, the changeling shouted with ire within his voice, shifting his focus for a mere moment. “Hey! The fuck you green bastard?! What did I do to you, piss on your Egg Daddy? Did I take away you green water today?”
“...That’s just...nevermind. Not worth mentioning right now.”The moment that passed as Frigi uttered tripe towards Namorel, the hybrid grunted with a forceful tone; thrusting his arms together, slamming his palms against one another to retain optimal control upon his Great Blast Crash. Accelerating the utilization of Ki, Celmaru began to inch the two clashing spheres of Ki to the opposing arcosian. ‘This is going to be a lengthy struggle, isn’t it?’
Frigi failed to notice the clashing orbs closing in upon him, however he did notice the Bio-Android landing atop the Namekian’s shoulder. The womanly figure with a secretary-esqe outfit appeared, blatantly shouting her distaste for changelings several moments later. Frigi’s non-existent brow twitched angrily as he once again shouted at the newfound warriors. “Hey! Fuck you and your pet too!”
“Why do you always assume anyone with another person is their pet?!”
“Isn’t that the thing with warriors and weaklings?”
“Wha- NO, you moron!”
Considering that the two were arguing whilst struggling to retain dominance via Ki Blasts, these two appeared to have a strange sort of relations with one another. Unfortunately for Frigi, Noxa had begun to create a sphere of her own; despite its minuscule power and overall diameter. As the tiny blast thrust itself from its owner, it successfully made contact with the alien; to little effect. The changeling didn’t barely even reacted to the orb’s potentially explosive impact; he didn’t bother to notice! A vein had sprouted atop the hybrid’s right temple as these warrior’s futile attempts persisted. Haphazardly contacting the Bio-Android telepathically, Celmaru shouted inside her mind. The hybrid's eyes were wide with both anger and frustration over Frigi's actions. Both of them were to receive scoldings after all this. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! Don’t you realize that he’s eons beyond you two? Get the hell out of here if you want to live past today! If you refuse to leave, tell the Namek instead! He’s a larger target regardless. This bastard will murder you both without a single afterthought, keep that in mind!’
Suddenly bulking up in muscular mass, despite Celmaru’s option to ascend to the Super Saiyan form, found little point in doing so for the opposing alien. The hybrid’s black shirt strained against his inflated form, yet the final push was nigh upon them. With the subpar boost of enhanced Ki, Celmaru began to cry a shout of defiance; Frigi following suit less than a moment later. “Woah hey hell no! That isn’t happening today, hybrid!”
“As if you can transform to get an edge now!”
“I could if I wanted to! I just don’t feel like it!”
“Whatever you say, you damned arcosian!”
As the final push came upon them, their blasts were rather even; their owners tipping the scales in the hybrid’s favor. The Great Blast Crash and the Frostbite began to inch ever closer towards Frigi; yet the ultimate push would be decided by time, or the two that appeared near the clashing warriors. Bulking [UT] activated! PL is now split Offensively and Defensively! PL is currently 1,507,940/301,588! The Potential PL of the Great Blast Crash will not change due to the mechanics of transforming + tech use! Tekuma Mayakon
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