Tekuma Mayakon
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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 29, 2016 12:00:04 GMT
Tekuma stared at the fight going on above, seeing Namorel enter the fray and Noxa following suit. The hybrid cried out towards the others, not moving from her spot on the roof nor did she want to get any closer to the fight than she had to. "NO! GET AWAY FROM THERE ARE YOU BOTH MAD?! THAT ARCOSIAN IS FAR TOO STRONG FOR YOU!" In the group of three, Tekuma seemed to apparently be the only one to sense ki.
The halfling cringed as they attacked, the Namekian and the Bio-Android were basically committing suicide by antagonizing the changeling. Tekuma at least had the brains and the ki sense ability not to go into the fight, and even if she did, the teen demon would definitely have refused. Regardless, she hopped onto a building still far enough away but now in the sight of the group above.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 16:19:28 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Combat was the only thought on Namorel's mind as he threw himself into the fray, his size gave him a grand view of the ki struggle. With an angle to watch both of the beings struggle to push the other's ki blast back towards themselves Namorel knew the situation at hand must have meant they were relatively close in power. As Namorel's whip flew towards the changeling above he would note hear Celmaru's words before his whip had the opportunity to grab the arcosian around the torso, seemingly pissing him off to some extent. In Namorel's opinion this changeling was more annoying than Retsu, almost to the extent of Namorel feeling bad about being so rude to the arcosian that referred to himself as a lord, but then again he did make fun of Namorel's entire race to some extent, and that is inexcusable. At that moment Namorel heard Noxa and twitched an ear in her direction, bellowing a laugh at her final comment, his attention still completely on the arcosian.
"Huh?! What do you mean by that? If I can't beat him perhaps I can help you do so."
Namorel replied somewhat confusingly, the hybrid Celmaru's words had not reach Namorel fast enough and the idea of the changeling vastly over powering Namorel did the opposite of what it perhaps should have done. He felt his heart race with anticipation, his hands shaking some, but offering him full control of the whip still. Grabbing midway up the whip from the handle Namorel pulled with all of his might, hoping to do something to the changeling above to give Celmaru some sort of combat advantage in this ki struggle. Hoping he could do something without getting himself killed, thinking back on what he heard Tekuma say from the distance.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 16:41:34 GMT
Noxa remained on Nam's massive shoulder. She had no reason to move — he was comfortable. The voluptuous vixen's still extended hair would fire a few ki blasts at the struggling warrior. They flew in a rhythm, each half a second apart. The office-ready Bio-android wasn't sure why her blast did nothing; she, again, was unaware of the gaping abyss between their power levels. Naturally that kind of removed the simpering woman's face back into a 'bitch stare'. She also didn't head the hybrid's warning — the din of commotion easily watching away his urgent words.
The blasts kept coming in with the same predictable tempo. Right on time; never faltering. Like a dripping faucet they would 'plip' and 'plop' against the Arcosian, doing little more than likely annoy him. "HEY!" Noxa called atop her lungs, "ASSBUTT! I'M ATTACKING YOU!" Called yonder the pouting woman with the furrowed brows. Her head turned up to face her gigantic friend, "Can you believe this guy?" As she spoke the incessant basic ki blasts continued to descend onto the fray, occasionally missing. When they DID miss they would kick up tiny explosions, spraying dirty and sand into the Arcosian.
Her attention returned to the warring combatants.
Not once before had Noxa ever encounter such a rude Arcosian! She didn't think about 'why he wasn't reacting to her attacks';she didn't consider 'why he hadn't been affected at all'. In Noxa's eyes he was clearly ignoring her — giving her the cold shoulder. It should've made her angry! Livid, even! Yet it didn't. It just made her annoyed. "Damn space lizards, always thinking they're soooo important. Oooh, look at mee, I can trranssooorrm. Oohh, I have bio-armor. Ooohh, boohooo, my planet explooded."
Noxa really should go down there and give this jackass a piece of her mind!
[KP 2/3 => 3/3]
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 30, 2016 9:31:23 GMT
This newfound duo couldn’t be more suicidal given they’ve refused to do. The hybrid’s patience had run incredibly thin as Noxa pelted Frigi with Ki Blasts; Namorel attempting to wrap his still suspicious whip around the changeling. The arcosian growled in ire as he refused to face the two. The Bio-Android’s...odd...insult caught the alien’s attention as the two persisted within their clash. “Well that’s…a new one.”
“Shaddup you dogshit waste of space! I can barely sense your Ki from here!”
“You two! Didn’t I tell you both to back away?! Why are you still here!?”Whatever leftover patience Celmaru truly had left decided to take an extremely figurative vacation; leaving the hybrid completely irritated over this scuffle. The Namek and Bio-Android’s persistent urge to “help” didn’t assist anything. “Alright! I’m done, you reptile-based retch!”
“Wait wha-”“These two are completely ignoring the fact of indirect suicide, you’re just being pissy about your win-loss record, Tekuma is probably calling her Father for all I know, and I’m wasting my day dealing with your bullshit! I’m probably going to be arrested because of you! This is ending, now!” “Hey man just take the loss and I’ll consider being nice. Not too hard for a hybrid like yourself.”
“You’re no better than a damned Saiyan! You need to be beaten to learn!”With another defiant cry, the hybrid had suddenly changed in appearance. A spiky, golden hue melted away his dark brown locks of hair; icy blue eyes piercing through the struggling blasts. The excessively muscular mass disappeared, a whole new level of strength revealing itself with this simple metamorphosis. Releasing the focused hold upon his Great Blast Crash, the Super Saiyan hybrid lunged forward, leaping into the air as he grasped his spherical technique. The Frostbite technique barreled towards the Super Saiyan, yet with another clamp of his fingers; both orbs of Ki rested within his palms. “...Saiyanara...asshole.”Outstretching his arms to their respective sides, Celmaru slapped Frigi with the two unfocused blasts; without much more of a mere hint of the changeling’s reaction to behold. A barely audible shout escaped the lizard’s lips as the two spheres erupted in his facial features. An oddly condensed ring of force thrusted its way from the point of impact; the accumulated energy being successfully released. An immense influx of Ki came and dissipated swiftly, the hybrid standing upright within the open atmosphere. Suddenly shifting his gaze to gaze towards the idiotic warrior duo, Celmaru only stated this as he stared at them both. “Sit in Seiza position, now.”An audible thump was noticeable near the city street; Frigi resting atop it, finally unconscious. The hybrid’s locks of hair began to melt into a dark brown hue, the shifting hair descending into place once more. An even darker brown hue settled within his eyes as the Super Saiyan form was dismissed. Unamused by the duo’s actions, Celmaru folded his arms in wait; expecting the two to suffer a consequence for their ignorance. A thought coming to mind, the hybrid fumbled with his belt rings; a puff of smoke appearing just above the hybrid’s waist. Procuring a scouter within his right palm, the hybrid tossed it towards Noxa, folding his arms once again as he concluded doing so. “If you fail to sense Ki, use that scouter. Then expect a scolding for what you failed to notice in your ignorance.”There was a firm tone behind Celmaru’s voice; be it a sense of Fatherly Authority or a harsh concern for the two...albeit hidden, the hybrid awaited the Bio-Android’s reaction, at least. Mastered Super Saiyan was active for several moments! PL was 4,222,232! Base Form has returned! PL is now 301,588! Ki Setting activated! PL is now 100,000! We can't have the whole shabang just yet! ;3 Great Blast Crash [N1] and Frostbite [N1] have been combined for a single attack! Potential PL: 725,663! 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 Aug 1, 2016 23:58:40 GMT
Tekuma was frustrated as the two didn't hear her warning, glad to see Celmaru win the fight against the Arcosian. Frigi gave her shivers down her spine; a bad vibe similar to the one she got around Noxa. The teen was suspicious of the bio-android; and had good reason to be. If anything, she believed Noxa to be crazy.
As Frigi landed with a thunk on the ground below, part of her wanted to take a DNA sample by getting a scale; and use her mother's lab to do tests on it. She wasn't stupid, deciding against going anywhere near the asshole of a being. The halfling never thought she could hate someone until she heard and saw that very unconscious waste of space.
Celmaru seemingly began scolding the two adults, to which she was faintly amused. The unheeded warnings from her and obviously Celmaru did make her frustrated. Without much to say, she adjusted her backpack straps and flew into the air; away towards the nearby park.
[Exiting thread unless stopped; Zeni please.]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 11:52:04 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700 [x4 Deactivated]
IT all seemed to end in a flash, the hybrid did something Namorel had never seen before, his hair flashing a bright gold color for a brief moment before the arcosian was obliterated by the ki blasts. Namorel just watched in awe, confused and enthralled by what just occurred. In his confusion he lost hold of the ki whip, it dissipating into the air, as if it would serve any purpose at this point anyways. He wondered what could have caused his hair to change colors so drastically, but whatever it was seemed to greatly multiply his over all power, even if Namorel couldn't sense it he could tell by the drastic change in the flow of combat once his hair changed, he wondered if there was a way he could achieve a similar power boost, almost driving him to an envious mood on the matter, he would have to ask the hybrid about this before he left, he wanted to know more about it and if others could achieve this form.
Once it was all over Celmaru, the hybrid, walked over to the two, Namorel and Noxa, and he did not seem pleased. Namorel had no idea what this seiza position he was talking about was, so he just reduced his body size back to his regular almost eight foot height, reducing his size five-fold. He stood there and awaited the hybrid to get close enough for conversation, for there was much he wanted to ask the individual about well... that entire fight really. IT was obvious the power of him and the arcosian were immense, but Namorel wanted to know why and how. He felt like a human kid in a candy shop, with a large variety of information possibly at his finger tips, but that is if the hybrid was going to share. Celmaru spoke, throwing a device he called a scouter at Noxa's lap, Namorel recognized this as the device Retsu was wearing the last time Namorel had seen him.
"Yeah... the power gap was made rather apparent fairly fast. However I had to do what I could to help, even if you didn't need my assistance as a warrior I cannot stand down to a fight that may risk the lives of bystanders or the innocent."
Namorel spoke with what felt like a pride in his voice, however this was him upholding the creed he had promised to take after his father's death. He could have died and he felt that if he had died there he would have died trying to help. He felt it would have been wrong for him to allow the fight to go under his radar of knowledge without him trying to do something, even if it was rather stupid.
"Now, tell me... what was that you did with your hair earlier?"
Namorel asked, not really trying to change the subject to avoid the pervious conversation at hand, but rather because he knew if he didn't get the chance to ask he would be rather irate with himself.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 14:53:07 GMT
The light show was CERTAINLY something! Noxa, however, didn’t stop pelting the Arcosian loser with Ki blasts. Not though the hybrid’s ascension into a golden god; not with him being blown away; not with him being rested unconscious atop a streetlight. The pace of the blasts was slowed — and the force in which they exploded was also diminished, lead she cause too much damage to the streets.
The tingling tug at her gut told the Bio-Android she was descending — or, rather, Namorel was powering down. Noxa kept herself on his shoulder though, even as Namorel reached his normal seven or eight feet height. By then, however, Noxa straddled his neck, leaning on his head with her forearms with her legs dangling over his chest. The woman watched the star of the show approach.
“Bye-bye Arcosian. Bye-bye.” She mumbled — more of a jip towards her Namekian buddy than to the victor approaching. Her attention came to the man who addressed her; he spoke with the harsh, commanding tone of an instructor. Maybe this was exactly what Namorel needed after all; the possibility of Namorel finding himself a teacher made Noxa SO excited for him!
However, it seemed the handsome approaching devil was… Talking to her? A gleaming simper spread through Noxa’s lips; Noxa found herself beaming at the manly commands issued to her.
“I don’t know who this seiza is, but sitting on him will cost extra!” Noxa paused, narrowing her eyes on the saiyan, heavily scrutinizing him with her gaze. “Although I’d sit on you free of charge any day~” Her flirtatious, coquettish quip came, followed by something that walked the line between a chuckle and a giggle.
Noxa was proud of that one. Easily the best line of banter she’d tossed around in a long time!
Noxa sent one last wandering ball of crimson energy to the unconscious Arcosian, before being forced to catch the scouter tossed in her direction.
“What is this?” Noxa wasn’t at all familiar with the tech entrusted to her, “Some kind of… Virtual reality game?” The Bio Woman cradled the tech in her palm. “I’m not very good at video games.” She mumbled under her breath, only looking up as she was again addressed. With more hard tones.
She tossed the scouter back to him without so much as even turning it on, “What are you talking about? Ignorance?” The lady looked down, noticing FINALLY what he meant. “Oh…” Noxa gave off a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing a bit in absolute defeat. She didn’t think she’d get called out for it. “Look, I don’t have a lot of shoes that go with fancy business suits, okay? So what if my heels don’t match? AT least they’re comfy and protective.” Noxa honestly expected to be called out on her mismatching appearance by another woman — never a dashing, rugged instructor man who could become blonde at will. Maybe that last part explained it — the golden hair before defeating an opponent: maybe he was a fashionista diva.
Which was a good thing to note — his blonde powers. When Namorel questioned it Noxa instantly knew how to respond.
“Oh, I got this one.” She looked down to her brotha from anotha Namek and explained, “You see, Namorel, he can shape shift like me. He wanted to give a fabulous show before defeating his opponent. Crush his spirits at the hand of such an elegant defeat that he would never again challenge The Man With The Golden Hair!” Noxa’s enthusiasm seemed to grow as she neared the end of her explanation.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 3, 2016 23:48:38 GMT
"Wha-?...Seiza isn't a person, you-"
The hybrid pinched the bridge of his nose as he descended; following suit of the Namekian's example. Choosing to forcefully ignore the Bio-Android's comment about the Eastern sitting position, Celmaru removed his palm from the bridge of his nose to hear another comment. Prior to what the hybrid was going to end up reacting to, however, a soft rustling from behind the park's trees signaled a creature coming out of hiding. Knowing of precautions such as thing whilst pregnant, the seaweed woman Phae revealed herself from the park. Floating towards the group with a relieved facial expression, Phae paused as the hybrid took a rather embarrassed step back.
"W-What?! Miss, I'm grateful to tell you now that I'm a married man. It isn't very deferential to enact such...odd things."
A surprisingly lackluster flush tainted the hybrid's facial features as he spoke. The hybrid stood that extra step away from the two as the seaweed woman arrived; telepathically contacting her husband. Celmaru awaited the Bio-Android's use of the scouter.
"Hello you two~! My name is Phae Waterfield, how might you two be today~?"
'What an odd group you've stumbled upon, husband~'
'Don't be very jealous of that. The Bio-Android in particular is rather...eccentric.'
'Perhaps she could expose you to the more stranger aspects of this world~, akin to what Ayumu has done for you~?'
'This one? I certainly hope not! She wanted to sit on me prior to your arrival, alongside my refusal.'
The minuscule remarks over the scouter Celmaru had given Noxa were caught within the hybrid's ears. A video game? A virtual reality device? Such ludicrous claims for a power scanning device! A rather prominent, squirming vein sprouted atop the hybrid's right temple as he heard this, staring the Bio-Android directly within her damned eyes as he was given back his scouter.
"My my miss, don't you know what a Scouter is? They're rather common on Earth. Scouters are a device that scans the organism before them to determine their fighting strength; judged in a measure branded "Power Level". I recommend taking my husband's words a bit more seriously~"
The hybrid spoke nothing in response. Jabbing the scouter's solitary button, an audible bleep occurred as it scanned the nearby Phae. Celmaru swiftly flipped the scouter over to reveal the final numbers, attempting and failing to ignore Noxa's inane tripe. Somehow this Bio-Android considered the hybrid knowledgeable in fashion and design; as if he'd bother with such things. Meanwhile, the Namek's comments over the potential bystanders forced a twitch out of the hybrid's protruding vein.
"Since Frigi and I have shown up, causing that unnecessary 'scrimmage', this entire street has been either abandoned or been utilized as a hiding place somewhere. This area is empty. Unfortunately, inconvenient circumstances often find me within the attention of the police. Quite a plethora of Human beings don't prefer boisterous half-breeds, you see...and I've been made out to be one over time."
Then the comment over his hair. Apparently that was a sort of odd spectacle for these two...yet Noxa appeared to have enough of it. Celmatu attempted to speak up over the matter, however the Bio-Android interrupted him prior to his attempt. Apparently Super Saiyan was much more common than he had thought-
"..."
The hybrid was horribly, horribly incorrect. Shape-shifting, "Man with the Golden Hair", anything escaping this "woman's" lips was nothing more than just...impossible tripe! Gritting his teeth, the hybrid shuffled the scouter over to scan himself; the protruding vein atop his right temple refusing to disappear. Another bleeping sound occurred; resting the numbers on a flat one hundred thousand. The azure lens was shown plainly towards the two, scanning the hybrid as he removed his Ki Setting completely. A partially strained bleep was audible as a much greater number revealed itself; three hundred thousand...and a thousand more for good measure.
"I don't shape-shift, nor do I desire a 'fabulous' appearance. I don't exactly care about all that. You, good sir, can handle the scouter this time...as I'm sure you can make more use of it than this one here."
The hybrid tossed the scouter towards the Namek this time around, gesturing to Noxa as he silently hoped for a more competent warrior in the slug-man. The scouter was already activated, so how could he ruin its functionality now?
"Both of you, at the moment, are perhaps..."
Celmaru pondered a thought for a moment.
"The Namek is possibly about three percent of my wife's strength...and as for you, Miss Bio-Android...or 'Other'..."
Another thought was pondered upon.
"You are...two percent of my wife's strength. Unless you're both wearing training weights or are suppressing your strength...its a rather poor display. No offense intended to you, Mister Namekian, however as for you Miss, I cannot offer any respect for you at the given time. I apologize if my mannerisms or my words offer offense regardless."
"Now...where was I? Oh yes..."
With a furrowed brow and an unfortunately dark glare, the hybrid found himself rather irritated over Noxa's ridiculous claims and remarks.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!"
Celmaru's voice seemed to double for a mere moment, however this was paled by his suddenly expanded mass. Bending his arms at their respective sides via their elbows, the golden Super Saiyan form had become apparent once more; this time with a rather muscular increase. Compared to the first golden display, the hybrid's spiky locks of hair extended slightly, jutting out randomly in certain directions; albeit outward still. The previously flowing aura of a first-level Super Saiyan became an erratic upward flow of Ki, flaring outwards as if he were perpetually enraged. Between his roars of empowered irritability, Celmaru's pupils seemed to have disappeared as this process began. The seaweed woman retreated a few feet away to avoid direct contact with the unstable energy.
"I won't tolerate your actions if you continue to make nonsense of anything I attempt to do!"
The hybrid glared at both of them with pupil-less eyes, veins sprouting atop both temples, and even his broadened nape. Bio-electricity arced about his frame as his sudden leap of Ki died down; the bulking subsiding. The golden figure of a Super Saiyan, however, persisted as Celmaru spoke once again. Clearing his throat and forcing a calmer tone as he did so; yet that tone was cold.
"I hope we can come to an agreement over time, however I highly recommend you take something seriously before I break something, understood? This is more directed at you, Miss Bio-Android, rather than the Namekian. At least he seems to follow a sort of code, which is respectable."
"Regardless of what I've done to either anger you or offend you, the blonde hair and either blue, teal, or green eyes signify the Super Saiyan transformation. As the name implies, this transformations is reserved for those of a particularly high level of strength within the Saiyan race...or those with Saiyan blood."
"Bio-Androids, whilst could have Saiyan genetics, cannot attain this transformation. They have their own sort of "line of evolution" to deal with. Regardless, Super Saiyan was previously regarded as a legendary form that only a select few could attain...now a bountiful plethora of others can utilize its strength; even a six year old. Its akin to a Super Saiyan 'Bargain Sale', really."
The golden hue faded; the hybrid's Ki returning to its basic state. Folding his arms once more, he hoped that by now...these two would get the idea. However, that slightly vent of ire had settled the hybrid somewhat...yet there was still a lingering sort of anger; as if another plateau of explosive strength could only ever fully release the true rage of a hindered hybrid.
"I'll inform you both on what you may be curious about, however that information will only go so far if you continue to irritate me. It may appear selfish, or even rude, however I cannot endure the tripe enacted by such misguided judgement. But before that...might I ask you of your names? It would be truly rude of me to ignore that formality, at least."
Ultra Super Saiyan activated! PL was 5,428,584/3,619,056! Mastered Super Saiyan activated! PL was 4,222,232! Base Form is back again! PL is now 301,588!
Tekuma has been allowed to exit due to the lack of the others dragging her back in! @namorel is now up to bat after me!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 12:33:30 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
"Greetings, I am Namorel by the way."
The namekian spoke to both Celmaru and Phae, the peculiar seaweed woman, it would have been wrong for him to allow Noxa to introduce them both for fear of her making Celmaru any more irritated than he already was which Namorel could make out in his tone. Noxa must have flipped one hell of a no-no switch on the hybrid to enact any anger from him to the extent Namorel could metaphorically feel a cold chill from the hybrid. Meanwhile Noxa seemed to be having a difficult time with the scouter, ultimately handing it back to Celmaru, it was next found in Namorel's hands, allowing him to take a moment to look at it and do his best to replicate the manner in which Retsu was wearing it, but applying it to his left ear, despite the uncomfortable fit. He would still he unaware of how to activate it, not really seeing Retsu preform that action prior. That is until his finger slipped over the button to activate it and the screen would pop up,
"Oh, I guess that worked."
He spoke that sarcastically as he looked at the numbers between all of the individuals in the area, but cautious to check his own as to not hurt his pride any. Kami knows he didn't need any more of that occurring. Celmaru then portrayed the transformation he had accomplished while fighting the arcosian prior, his energy flaring and the numbers on the scouter dancing maniacally, rather than being shocked Namorel was inquisitive, he wanted to learn even more about the extent of this power. Later learning its name as Celmaru described it. Namorel noticed Celmaru's attitude changed some in the form, but was unsure if he could attribute that to the transformation or not.
"Super Saiyan, interesting name... what is the likelihood of a single punch in that form killing me instantly?"
Namorel asked this with vivid curiosity, rather than get the numbers an estimate would help more.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 14:20:05 GMT
The redhead watched as a beautiful — yet strange — creature touched down. A figure plump and round thanks to the late stages of gestation. She was pretty, Noxa figured. Her state, however, made Noxa feel… Strange. The woman hated when that kind of sensation happened — the kind she couldn’t pinpoint; the kind she couldn't come to understand. The Bio Woman wasn’t sure what it is, but she couldn’t shake the inkling that it had something to do with that round belly of her’s.
The serene sensation was replaced with bewilderment and panic very soon. Noxa, having caught wind of the conversation held between self-proclaimed husband and wife, was absolutely shock with the words the hybrid uttered.
How in holy hell?!
Noxa was sufficiently spooked.
‘How the hell did this guy know I’m a bio?!’ wondered the genetic freak to herself, freaking out within the safety of her own thoughts. ‘I never even told Namorel that!’
Despite the panic born out of being completely unsure how he’d gotten hold of that information Noxa kept a rather calm demeanor. Well, not calm — giddy. The cocky, bizarre smile, cheeky simper remained as it had back when Noxa ‘explained’ what she figured the Super Sayian state was.
While her mind raced trying to figure out if this man was some kind of advanced psychic or fortune teller Noxa leaned over Namorel’s head, her eyes fixed on the seaweed woman who introduced herself.
“Hello, beautiful.” Her eyes looked back to Celmaru, “You’re a lucky guy, aren't you?” Her eyes switched between the two of them. Both were very aesthetically pleasing. Truly a photogenic couple. “Hell, you’re both lucky.” Her smile grew into a full-fledged grin. “Congratulations.”
Despite the inward panic that was disconnected from her outward projection Noxa couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment the man had made. ‘ she wanted to sit on me’ he claimed.
“Why,” Noxa said, eyebrows raising despite her low-hanging lids. She was clearly holding back a laugh, “You say that like it’s a bad thing!”
Then, again, she was directly addressed by the seaweed lady. “A scouter?” Noxa wondered, “Oh! That’s what that looks like? Eh, I'm not familiar with those things. I don't have a need to! I don't do military or mercenary work... Wait, is that what you do? Are you some kind of bounty hunter that was hunting that filthy Arcosian down?”
So, that DID explain it; he was a half-breed. A hybrid. But of what? Noxa was soon doing to find out. She watched as a cute little vein began to dance on his forehead. My, my! He sure was hot blooded!
Noxa wasn’t sure if she bought the boast that at her current state her ‘power level’ was at 2% of his wife. It sounded like a load of hooey as far as Noxa was concerned. Then again, a lot of what she’d seen in this city she’d consider bull shit and not given much thought. For example: 14% tax on newspapers? What kind of bullshit is that?
Noxa’s eyes were turned away from her inner conflicts as the shouting came. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt chills break out through her body. Something about the shine and glow of the transformation made her belly rumble. Her yes narrowed as she tried to block out the excessive brightness of the bulking muscles.
She couldn’t sense his power, but she could definitely appreciate the appearance change that it brought.
Every time he mentioned ‘Bio-Android’ Noxa would become a bit more and more weirded out. Until, finally, she simply had to speak up. Once his illustrious light show had calmed — and his rant as to the Super Sayian transformation — had finished she would slide her legs from Namorel’s shoulders and finally get to the floor. She walked from behind him to face the lovely couple.
“What makes you think I’m some sort of Gaijo-Android?” She asked, purposefully butchering the world with her flawless acting. “Do I have oil leaking out of somewhere?” She asked in a voice heavily laced with the same joking property as always.
Noxa turned her chin up to her companion, giving him a shoving elbow to the side, shutting an eye as she got his attention “Jeeze, Namorel. You’re supposed to be asking this guy to be your teacher, if anything — not posing weird suicide theoreticals!”
Noxa shook her head before her expression evened out as she looked back the the man and his wife. The simpering expression returned, but she forced the smile and giggles slowly off her system. “Sorry, sorry. I’m a flirt. I joke around. I don’t mean to get any of your panties in a bunch. Noxa. I’m Noxa, by the way.” She tugged at her business suit, “I work an office job downtown. Boring, everyday work. Plenty of typing and paper pushing, so I have a little fun out here when I can.” She nodded, assuring them of that.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 12, 2016 4:14:05 GMT
"Oh my, that's rather polite of you, miss~! Thank you, little one~"
"..."
Namorel's introductory speech was unfortunately overshadowed by Noxa's responses, more surely to come, if not in more playful banter. Noxa's flirtatious remark spurred a simple thanks from Phae, and the following comment arousing another flush from the hybrid. This Bio-Android, unfortunately, knew a sudden plethora of embarrassing and oddly complimenting locutions; this wouldn't fare well if this were to persist. However, the couple's recent telepathic conversation was interrupted. Celmaru blinked as Noxa spouted more tripe over what he was speaking of. How was this conceivable?
"Was-"
"...Was I speaking aloud? Telepathic speech can't be heard outside the messenger and receiver's minds, correct?"
'I didn't desire to tell you, husband...'
'You knew?! How did I not notice myself?'
The vein atop the hybrid's temple pulsated with a defiant squirm as it began to dissipate. This Bio-Android was getting to him, it seems.
"...Regardless...I'm not answering that."
Suddenly inappropriate memories resurfaced as Celmaru was reminded of the plausible context. The hybrid hung his head in shame for reviewing such thoughts as Noxa finally realized what a scouter was. A blazing hue of bright, red, and visibly embarrassed blush encompassed the hybrid's facial features as Phae corrected another one of the Bio-Android's assumptions...or perhaps mere guesses. With a patient smile, the seaweed woman proceeded.
"Oh my no! We aren't the sort of people to hunt down others for payment, miss."
"That arcosian in particular is just a dumbass. This is the third scuffle this week."
The hybrid sighed as he lifted his cranium; the previously violent flush finally beginning to dissipate. Celmaru guided his right palm to his facial features, concealing an expression of both irritation and discontent. He even purposes attempted to create an artificial challenge out of that arrogant changeling; that damned lizard failed to even make much of it all. Fortunately, Noxa's new comment brought the hybrid back to reality, wondering of the-
"...Bio-Android, not-...Whatever the hell you just said."
"I'm sorry, miss...Ultra Super Saiyan is rather troublesome once I utilize it..."
The hybrid's palm ascended towards the bridge of his nose; a brief pinch suppressing the blood flow for a mere moment. Proceeding to speak once more, Celmaru folded his arms completely once more.
"You aren't leaking anything. Your Ki feels so mixed that its a wonder that no one nearby with the ability to sense Ki hasn't noticed yet! You very clearly have the Ki akin to another Namekian, as well as two other races I cannot currently recognize. Your comrade here must have some sort of similarity to you because of that Namekian Ki you have."
'You've been rather quiet, Namorel. Do you not have much to contribute to this rather strange conversation~?'
Phae tilted her head, facing the Namekian quizzically. The hybrid, meanwhile, was listening to Noxa's random tripe once more; even mentioning a "suicide theoretical". Celmaru's brow twitched as his mind registered the slug-man's inquiry. The might of a Super Saiyan wasn't anything to simply ignore, however there was simply no reason to provide the Namekian with the release of death.
"Besides blatant murder, the Super Saiyan form is, personally, only something for those who would require me to make use of such a form. Admittedly, there isn't much required to eliminate either of you. Regardless of that, however, I have little reason to anything to directly harm you...even you, miss."
With the mention of Noxa's name, her supposed "job", another fit of giggling, etc, the hybrid squinted at the Bio-Android.
"You know full well that you've been irritating me this entire time, yet there's been little that you've done to either rectify nor appease this situation towards the possibility of pacifying any ire I may still possess. You've been spouting more unnecessary information towards the both of us, periodically giggling and chuckling as I further attempt to convince you both that I can annihilate planets."
As pretentious as his speech may appear, there was an ending to this that he feared an agreement to.
"You seem to take very little of all this very serious, don't you? Have the majority of what you've been doing and-or saying been off of instinct? Many would have fled by now if I were more filled with ire than I am currently, yet neither of you haven't...especially if you're trying to bullshit your way past this."
"Miss Noxa please tell me, if you would...have you been lying, or perhaps running along with instinct to ensure you have some sort of quirky charm that would secure survival among others that are stronger than you? And given that you're a Bio-Android...and what reputation they have...if you planned to obtain our trust and perhaps betray this planet, or any of us for that matter, in some fashion or another...well, let me cease beating around the figurative bush..."
The hybrid's eyes grew dark, his inquiries shifting tone rapidly.
"Are you planning to devour any of us in the future?"
@namorel
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 18:40:53 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
”Not really any questions I may have prior have been answered from the fight earlier or through the scouter.”
Namorel replied to Phae before dipping back into listening to Celmaru speak to NOXA, she had obviously set off some nerve in him with her comments and Namorel found this hilarious, barely subsiding his laughter as he thought of it, such as he proceeded to listen to Celmaru as he spoke to Noxa and took the scouter off of his face as he had seen the numbers dance across the screen already.
”P-planets...?!?”
Namorel’s reality froze for a moment, morbid thoughts of planetary levels of destruction dancing in his mind, we he truly this weak…? A defined humbleness enveloped his being, shrouding him in a feeling of insignificance and fear. His antennae would droop in a almost paranormal fear of the unknown power this hybrid could easily unleash on him or Noxa. Every other thought and sentence around him froze as he stood in shock of the power, quivering in a uncontrollable fear and awe of this revelation.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 19:54:49 GMT
For once Noxa didn’t joke; for once Noxa didn’t interrupt. The woman just listened to what the menacing hybrid said. Her attention was fixed — for the most part. Her eyes remained locked in on the saiyan’s, though it was really anyone’s guess what kind of thoughts raced behind her eyes. Her two hair-disguised antenna, however, began to move. They’d flip one way, then flop the other; the behavior easily could’ve been compared to how a german shepherd head would tilt as it played or observed something.
Noxa decided to fully digest the man’s rhetoric before really putting something out. He wasn’t wrong in assuming that Noxa was running off of ‘instinct’ through this entire thing. Though it wasn’t for any nefarious purpose. The reason she didn’t really put any effort or thought into her actions was simple: she had the social skills of a four year old. Noxa was aware of her ineptitude when it came to understanding others and in turn interact with them with purpose.
She blamed her upbringing. 18 years of nomadic living in a world that’s just scorching sand had done quite a bit to keep her social abilities from developing.
“Well, I did apologize — but…”
Noxa’s eyes came to squint, narrowing her gaze into the man’s. Was he really THAT annoyed at her? Jeeze louise, was her ‘auto pilot’ mode that bad? Maybe she should focus on improving her social abilities more than anything else.
“I guess I’ll do it again: Sorry if Im bothering you.”
A truly careless shrug came from the girl. Her attitude, whether still part of a facade or not indicated she was extremely at ease. None of this really added any level of stress to her, which in itself may have just been more fuel for the hybrid's anger — that was something she couldn’t control. Yet. Maybe one day, when she had better insight on body language and social contracts she’d be more apt to try.
Unlike her companion Noxa didn’t seem at all affected by the ‘planet’ comment. She half didn’t believe him and half didn’t care, because his 'planet' comment was completely overshadowed; something else the hybrid said took precedent in Noxa's books.. Planetary annihilation was very down on Noxa’s list of things to worry about, after all her nihilistic worldview kept her from really fearing that of which she had no control over.
However, there was ONE thing very high on her priority list. Something she was very keenly aware of — and it wasn’t his hurtful aside on how easy it would be for him to dispatch of the two of them. Even if it was absolutely distilled truth it was still rather rude!
What DID bother Noxa was the hybrid’s last comment.
“Wow, that’s really racist.”
The hybrid got his wish. The giggling and joking nature of her voice were gone — completely. Instead she only gave him a sour look that kind of resembled a pout. Who was this guy anyway? Just because Noxa was a Bio-Android — which she wasn’t going to admit to — how dare her lump her up with bad seeds and make such stereotypical assessment, then come to the assertion that she was some kind of savage!
He wasn’t wrong, but still!
“Devour — I-” Noxa’s glare intensified, a soft blush coming to her cheeks. “Even if I was some Bio Android thingy — why do you think I would eat you? Do I look like some kind of wendigo? I have a job. I pay my taxis — and you just say something like that? Even if I were to ‘betray the planet’ — which how does someone even do that? Pollution? — you said it yourself, you could dispatch of me easy peazy lemon squeezy.”
Between using ‘taxis’ instead of taxes’ and her use of random terminology she’d just overheard and picked up in her day-to-day live Noxa felt she’d made a pretty strong point. She was starting to think this hunky man was just out to be a jerk to her for no reason — just because of her eye color!
She hoped this was just a misunderstanding and he wasn’t a racist. Lest Noxa would have to spend more time in helping this guy check his privilege.
A soft shake of her head marked Noxa’s attempt to separate herself from her warped view of social interactions and society in general.
“Sorry — I got a little carried away.” She said, her hand reaching up to fan some fresh air into at herself. A gesture made out with no real purpose behind it — Noxa simply knew it was a thing some posh women did after they’d carried out a behavior called a ‘bitch fit’ — a social technique Noxa had not yet even attempted to master. After all, she feared its power and ability to ‘harshen the mellow’.
This wasn’t why she was here — the Bio Woman didn’t want to ‘harshen the mellow’. Well, actually Noxa didn’t really remember why she came here — but while she was she might as well carry out her agenda. Well, to be more accurate, Namorel’s agenda.
But he was her buddy, and friends had to look out for each other, so by proxy it was also her agenda.
“You’re not a sensei by any chance, are you? You don’t look old enough to be one, but you sure seem strong. Do you know where we could find a sensei?”
Noxa’s thumb came to point at her partner, the green Namekian to her side. Yes — the one who looked absolutely terrified.
“Nammy-poo here is looking for someone to help him become stronger. I don’t really remember the details — i was kind of freezing my butt off when he told me them, but it had something to do with… Fighting and space lizards? I don’t know.” Noxa shrugged, “Those damn dirty Arcosian, am I right? ”
The irony of her racism was completely lost on Noxa and her flip-floppy hair-like antennae. Though even if Noxa was to be made aware it was likely she’d remain indifferent.
Right now she could really go for some strawberry soft drink.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 21, 2016 9:21:01 GMT
Neither of Noxa's apologies appeared legitimate in the slightest; or perhaps the hybrid's bias against this Bio-Android had already turned sour. Shifting his weight between his feet repeatedly, Celmaru facial expression contorted in overbearing ire. Noxa's comment over his supposedly racist comment...how ludicrous. Veins sprouted along the hybrid's temples, his locks of hair stirring; even quivering. Dark brown brows furrowed into one another, as if to attempt an impossible fusion.
"I'm trying to ensure our security around you, fool! I've already lost one to a Bio-Android that absorb others, and I refuse to lose my wife and unborn children, much less anyone else!"
"Husband, don't."
Noxa began to ramble once again; it only made it worse.
"..."
"You know, I really tried to suppress what temper I have. I realize what issue I've had recently with the ire I bear, however you seem to strike so many nerves at once. I wonder how you do it?...Perhaps its how you shrug every single thing off like Life is a damn slide...as if it just slips away. I prefer sociable security over social risks, Noxa. We've just met you and Namorel here, do you believe me to just trust you immediately in these times?"
'Husband, please don't assault them. It isn't-'
'Don't worry. I'll only tell them what they aren't informed of...'
'...Are you going to tell them?'
'Besides apologizing and further enraging myself afterward? What choice would I have besides risking more issues?'
'Please don't force yourself, Celmaru.'
'I'm not. It'll be better for those two to know better...and get this off my chest once more.'
The hybrid took a rather deep inhale. An exhale followed a moment later, yet it was almost shaky. Celmaru never preferred to explain with this method; however Noxa didn't know of what blatant hell he had gone through. Racism was a prime, prominent factor that corrupted the youthful innocence of a childish Saiyan hybrid. There was only bitter obligation to live after only so many years; if it weren't for Ayumu and Phae, among others...who knows what path Celmaru could have wandered down upon mere accident. Clenching his fists, dropping them to their respective sides; the hybrid once again told his story...but only briefly.
"Noxa...do you believe in your knowledge of racism? That I'm truly bundling you with the others of your kind? Do you know how many of your kind there are currently?...Or even twenty years ago?"
Several inquiries began the route to this tale. The seaweed woman floated beside her husband, embracing him as he continued. Phae rested her head upon the hybrid's shoulder...if not simply for more comforting gestures.
"The Saiyan race has been rather...open...with their heinous acts. They have little reason to care of what others believe of them, yet those that reside on Earth have been targeted with a plethora of things. Hybrids with Saiyan blood are even worse off...or perhaps its just me. Here...allow me to show you what I've experienced. Be it only a memory...imagine bearing this for the majority of your life."
Creating mental links with them both, Celmaru would offer several telepathic images to Noxa and Namorel. If they were to accept, there would be five separate images. The first would display a tiny, five year old hand; its fingers laced with violent Ki, untrained and uncontrollable. Beyond the child's hand, a gruesome puddle of both blood and vaporized flesh was strewn out before him. Sudden bubbles of speech only contained textual wails of shock and fear. The image would then fade to black...and another took its place.
The second image was a few noticeable years later. More text bubbles displayed hateful speech, even a stone frozen in the air as it would likely hurdle towards the point of view. There were children pointing, visibly angry...likely even condescending. Purely Human children with nothing to feel shame for in this act. There wasn't much beyond what could be noticed here. This image faded away as well; akin to a mere slideshow.
The third image contained a middle school within its vision. The point of view was curled up within a campus corner; its scratched and somewhat bloody calves tucked up to its visual reception. The pubescent teens wielded large sticks and even larger stones; one of which even had a small butterfly knife. This time, the visual text possessed death threats, and Saiyan slurs. A brown, fuzzy tail stuck out beside the child's beaten body. Another new occurrence transpired; a thought bubble, containing the image of broken bodies and violent, scarlet Ki remained imprisoned within the victim's mind. It was then that the third image dissipated into nothing.
"...Are you getting the idea yet?"
"..."
The fourth image. High school, of course. The point of view was crooked, and a firm, foreign palm was frozen in a swinging motion. The same brown tail was in view; being aggressively tugged away at an unfortunate angle by another adult. The hallway surrounding the point of view only contained two staff members, and the "child". Phae had included herself within the telepathic link, inserting what memory she had of that incident alongside the hybrid's. The visage of a wondrously beautiful woman, albeit a non-corporeal spirit, came into view...practically shoehorned within the vision. The spirit had her palms cupped over her lips, her eyes glistening with a uncomfortable moisture. That second-to-last image then dwindled into darkness.
"The principal and his close friend...a Biology teacher."
"Mister Fuckweasel One and Two."
The fifth and final image was a simple vision. It was the result of twenty two years of racism, prejudice, and hate. An only partially younger visage of Celmaru Waterfield faced the point of view, glaring at them both as if he knew he were a memory. His eyes held a light bag or two, and his eyes appeared blank and empty. It was yet only a combination of stubbornness and bitterness of others that kept him from ceasing his own life; to prove whatever worth he had. The hybrid was donning a black cape, atop a dark jacket and a jet-black shirt...with blue hems. Blue jeans stood out among the dark clothing, and more darkness encompassed his feet in the form of boots. Yet, there was one detail missing; a familiar scar. A sharp sound of a claw tearing flesh was audible within the pair's minds as a jagged car burned across the hybrid's eye and flesh. A brown tail flopped across the vision; mangled and torn near one end...it would disappear swiftly.
"...That appearance never changed until the day this very year began.I do apologize if I did truly appear rude to you...however I wouldn't recommend claiming for one to be racist prior to knowing of what they've experienced. I'll tell you this...especially for you, Noxa, before you face someone far less merciful or hesitant to kill than me."
"And please....don't get me started on my cousin-"
A faint, yet still audible siren began to blare within the distance; police. Guiding his left palm to his wife's resting cranium, Celmaru sighed in exasperation. Glancing at the two once more, he noticed as the Bio-Android apologized, swiftly redirecting her attitude a moment later, that an instructor was needed. Namorel, the Namekian, out of all of them, required an instructor. It was an oddly constructed thought, however another misunderstanding from Noxa...how classic.
"Noxa, not all instructors for martial arts are elderly wise men. Hell, my own instructor is only a year old!"
The sirens began to increase in volume.
"Er...that's a rather...seemingly intimate nickname."
"Oh my~"
A black and white vehicle scurried past the abandoned road; the sirens beginning to surround the group of four.
"Well, I'm willing to train you Namorel, if need be. However Noxa appears to need training as well...in a much different regard. Perhaps Phae could assist with that instinct-driven social patterns?"
The seaweed woman remained at the hybrid's side, persistently embracing her husband. It didn't appear that Phae would be moving for a while now, but a content grin tugged at her lips. With the tension beginning to dissipate and the somber mood taking its leave; a nicer conversation might possibly be within sight.
@namorel
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 1:12:30 GMT
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Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel listened as Celmaru retorted to Noxa, obviously unamused by her antics and comments on the current situation. The metaphorical blizzard between Noxa and the half-saiyan erupted into flames as he turned his anger on her, FRom what Namorel could tell Phae was doing whatever she could to try and calm Celmaru, little to the success he was sure she hoped for. The namekian just sat by, unsure on if he should speak up or merely sit back and remain silent while Celmaru continued on what he referred to as a bio-android, Namorel had no idea what one of those were.
Then the images erupted in his mind, each one rolling by; continuing off of the last one with an eerie feeling. Without the explanation Namorel would never had connected them, but he did feel a sort of disdain in each one, a carried prejudice amongst each of them that could only be confirmed as they came. IT made him think much of the false fears he had of the possible prejudice against his own people, unknowing of the racial tension between the saiyan races and the other Terran species that resided on the planet.
It would take a moment for him to fully recover from the confusion that was the mental images, but beyond that he felt rather fine. He recovered soon enough to hear the comment on Celmaru’s teacher only being a year of age and almost missed the half-saiyan;s final comment while he contemplated this, but nodded once when he did hear this detail, still remaining quiet.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] @noxa [/div]
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