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Post by Toma on Aug 6, 2016 23:49:46 GMT
Super Saiyan Toma Oh for fucks sake. This little excursion had gone from bad, to worse when Zucceta showed up. Then the arrogant bitch had the gall, the pure hypocrisy, to try to lecture him on the sanctity of life? Oh, that got Toma beyond riled. He was angry, and he needed something to take it out on. If he died, so be it. He needed this.
Several other beings showed up to the area, but Toma payed them no mind. He really didn't need to. They weren't relevant, aside from Radasha who appeared and floated over to Toma. Toma turned to her, interupting her. "Mom. Leave." He'd say flatly, before turning back to Zucceta, and floating up between Zucceta and Radasha, purposfully seperating them.
"Zucceta." Toma would speak. He didn't recognize her as his queen, and so he wouldn't address her has such. He imagined, if the situation were reversed, she'd give him the same treatment. He'd point his finger at her. "Fight me!" He shouted. "I demand to have a fight against you! Man to woman! With nobody interfering! Though... we should probably go somewhere else to do that." He said, motioning to the clusterfuck that was down below. That always seemed to happen when Toma showed up.
Of course, Toma couldn't help but think back to his own children when Etoru showed up. That was one of the reasons Toma was challenging Zucc now. What was wrong with him? Why was he just... so angry, recently? He didn't know. A side effect of the Super Saiyan form, maybe? But regardless, he knew he needed catharsis in one way or another. Punching Zucc around a little would take the edge off, even if he had no real shot at winning.
| Toma has challenged Zucceta to a one on one battle. Gained 1 KP for no tech use. KP 1/3.
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 7, 2016 17:28:30 GMT
Z-TV: BREAKING NEWS
All across television sets in the Eastern districts of the Earth, scheduled programming would be interrupted by a bright blue news room. A middle-aged man, his tubby belly spilling out over white-and-red-hearted boxer shorts, grumbles as he attempts to flick from channel to channel, his day-time quiz show interrupted. A house-wife, meanwhile, watches a somewhat buxom blonde news-caster with wide-eyed interest as her hand, absent-mindedly, mechanically, irons her husband's work shirt.
The cute broadcaster clears her throat before she stares into the eye of the camera, her face serious, her tone solemn: "Breaking news: what seemed to be a hostage situation may now have evolved into a serious threat to Satan City. Police were chasing a group of armed assailants whom had taken a hostage, a young girl from eyewitness reports, after wounding at least one civilian. However, an unknown element entered the pursuit in a civilian vehicle. There was a collision, and as the smoke cleared it was clear that the entity was an alien--and worse, a probable ki-user." The news-caster grimaces and shakes her head, her blue eyes looking down for a moment before resuming the attention of the camera.
"I've just received word that we have a bird in the air on the scene. Let's go in for a closer look."
The feed changes to a helicopter, the loud whir of its rotors in the background, as a camera zoomed in on the wreckage. The monster, growing in size, stared down at a smaller figure, a girl... whose presence increased dramatically as an aura blasted up around her, too. "Good god, another ki-user!" The broad-caster's voice declaimed, audible contempt in her tone.
The smoke behind the unknown entity began to take form of something else, a whirlwind of powerful dark energy forming into a seething, demonic beast. The broadcaster gasps as flames spread across the city street. "The beast seems to be charging something in his mouth; atomic breath, perhaps? I hope our studio's safe!!"
When the golden saiyan descended from the sky, the broadcaster hissed. "Of course this is a saiyan plot! We at Z-TV have long decried these foul brutes from another world-"
She was cut off as Toma released his Kienzan towards Plato, and--in a flash of light--the attack was split in two, by a new figure...
The broadcaster lets out a shriek. "T-that's...
"Zucceta. The leader of the saiyans! Mobilize the army, Satan City is definitely in trouble!"
The queen of the saiyans quickly glances at the helicopter circling the scene, noticeably feeling the heat of the burning street beneath her warrior's boots. She folds her arms and releases an uncontrollable 'hmmph'. Of course the earthlings would televise this. There was something morbid about their tastes, even to someone with as grim a history as her. The only reason she'd be in the Satan City area was an attempt to find a different outfit; at the moment she only had a various selection of her armours to choose from. If she was to remain on Earth, she would at least need to blend in slightly more. Not that she wouldn't be instantly recognisable as the woman who had almost conquered their planet.
It had been the feeling of Plato's and Noxa's rising ki's, and then the sudden feeling of Toma's, that had bought her to this precise location, however. And what a clusterfest it was turning out to be (the best kind, anyway).
The queen turns to the floating blue creature whom had approached the scene with mild bewilderment. Rather than respond to Azguard with sarcasm, as would have been her defence mechanism until recently, she replies: "I-I'm fine. How're you?"
The next thing she knew, she felt her hair being tackled and tugged on, a familiar ki--an angry young child. "Etoru..." she says, actually remembering his name, as the child reprimands her for 'saving [Plato's] life'. "What is it with Earthlings and screaming my name at ear-destroying volumes, anyway?" she murmurs, almost to herself.
"Donald, get away from there!!"
A voice screamed out, before Zucceta could turn her attention back to Plato and Noxa. She spins around; across the street, near a building dangerously close to catching fire, was a worried mother running after a young boy--who was coming towards Zucceta as far as his little legs could carry him.
Even as her aura blasted around her, the child pushed through the "resting" force and directly into Zucceta's personal space. And then, with all of the might he could muster, he balled a tiny hand into a fist and threw it at her stomach.
It clanged, harmlessly, against her armour. He releases a gasp of pain and, almost instantly after, tears began to stream down his face. "Y-you killed my daddy, you b-buh-buh-bitch!"
The waves of that drowning emotion came down on Zucceta once more. Where she would once have closed her mind and body to guilt, she would know let it wash over her. "I didn't... I wasn't..." She trails off, for once looking lost, like a deer in the headlights, before stating firmly. "I'm sorry."
The mother reaches the boy and pulls him away, giving a quick glance Zucceta's away before running away down a flameless alleyway. Her eyes said a lot: I hope you rot in hell.
More than likely, widowed mother, more than likely, she finds herself thinking.
Events seemed to rush by Zucceta. Now facing the great beast emanating from Plato's ki was Nova, that masked warrior Zucceta had met briefly on Kanassa. Whatever form he had taken meant that pretty much everything above his waist had bulked up to ridiculous sizes, very similar to the Ultra Super Saiyan form that Zucceta had seen used by Kaula. The queen had toyed with the idea of learning it, but had decided that the costs of using it outweighed the benefits. Shortly after, she had reached her current transformation.
Ironically, her thoughts of Kaula seemed to summon up Radasha, her mother. The queen gives a polite nod to her. "I've been on this planet for some time, Radasha. Ironically, I was just clothes shopping." Zucceta might have sounded sarcastic to those who knew her, but that was the honest truth. Addressing Radasha (and the second saiyan, whose name she didn't know) was odd. She'd gone to Earth to get away from this sort of thing.
"That said, right now I'm trying to stop these two, and that hypocrite," she jerks her thumb towards Toma, "from killing each other," the queen states wryly as the girl threw the first blast.
It impacts on Plato, whom took it like a champ, albeit one in a lot of pain. Even as his monster lurks behind him, the Konatsian's rage spills out, indignant over two SSE warriors whom had defeated him. "I have never heard of those soldiers, nor did I order any attacks on Konats. I've been on Earth and away from the solar empire administration for some time, now."
Her teal eyes shift between Plato, Noxa, Etoru and Nova, before she spins her head to assess the helicopter circling in the sky. Already she could feel the terrestrial media spinning this into a disaster report, with her as the figurehead. Vi-Poi might be able to calm things down, but not immediately. She growls, her hands closing into fists.
She breaks down the situation in her head:
A girl who clearly had powers, and something almost threatening lurking just beneath the surface of her voice tone;
A Konatsian with the ability to summon monster(s?) and probably the largest (current) threat to the city;
Her oldest rival who she dearly wanted to smack down, who also (hypocritically) was about to instantly murder the Konatsian;
A floating blue orb who seemed to lack much awareness of the situation;
Etoru, whom probably wanted to still straight up murder her;
Captain Nova, whom (hopefully) would want to deal with the actual problem;
Radasha, whom would probably still be a bit mad about the whole 'dead daughter' deal;
Some other saiyan woman just generally doing the classic 'saiyan warrior' bit;
A helicopter for the largest media organisation on Earth currently attempting to spin the event into a panic.
Okay.
Zucceta turns to Etoru. "Etoru! No time for petty shit. You need to put out the fires with your ki, can you do that?" As she speaks, the building from just now explodes with a great flame, the windows shattering. Embers on the wind begin to blow down-stream.
She twists to Nova. "Captain! Prevent the beast from doing any major damage to anyone here, or the city, if possible! And keep an eye on her," she points to Noxa. Something was off about her ki. It felt similar to someone else in Zucceta's past, Koramund, in that it seemed to be a weird mixture of... different ki's. One, but multiple textures at the same time. Something was off.
She looks at Azguard. "Keep doing your thing, squishy... person. Help out with the fire if you think you can."
And, finally, she locks eyes with Toma, a small grin tugging at her lips. "I'd happily beat the piss out of you, away from the city--and that media helicopter."
Plato's beast releases his great blast and the queen groans, shooting into the air. She raises her hands and rushes directly into the beam, her body surging once more with energy. The beam wobbles against her, before shooting upwards--straight into space. The queen growls at Plato. "Knock it off--now!"
[n1 Beautiful Dangerous used to stop Plato's blast.
KP 1/3]
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Post by Azguard on Aug 7, 2016 19:36:29 GMT
Power Level: 11,500
Word Count: 996
Just what, pray tell, was going on here? Such an assortment of individuals – most of whom seemed just as capable of flight or levitation as Azguard itself – had certainly piqued the peculiar putty’s interest. Initially, it had been drawn in by nothing more that the bright and tell-tale flashes of light brought about by the discharge of Ki, a feat which it was only barely capable of at this point in time. Curiosity killed the cat, so the saying went; even if the medicinal marvel had at first believed that curiosity was a disease upon hearing such an arbitrary expression.
Back to present.
“I- I’m fine,” the Saiyaness replied:
“How are you?”
“ZUUUUCCEETAAAAAAAAAAA,” screeched another voice before an answer could be given. If Azguard had ears, it would have probably covered them, its Core spiraling about within the spherical confines of Plasm as it sought out the source. A child, perhaps no older than five or six years, had come to make their presence known in this partly airborne encounter of abnormalities. In particular, the youth seemed to target the luminous yellow woman – and her power was immense. Such an incredible aura of brilliance reminded the Bio-Android of another, similarly powerful individual. Where was Walker, anyway? Probably off doing whatever it was tree people did in their spare time. Botanical immune systems were weird.
‘All these lights are distracting,’ the slime’s thoughts echoed, not letting itself be consumed by the continued analysis of how his similarly bizarre associate protected himself from infectious diseases. Rather, Azguard’s eyes shifted to take into account other factors of the environment, and perhaps some of the most important ones as far as it would be concerned. The streets of the city were looking unusually chaotic, with vehicles ablaze and people scurrying about like ants in search of something. More precisely, they all seemed to be fleeing from the same point of interest, and that was the massive amalgamation of blackness and hellfire.
‘Excuse me, Mister,’ it called telepathically:
‘You look very pale. Are you sick…?’
Instinctual triage taking the reins before the Queen’s suggestion was even brought to bear, the cellular sludge allowed its amorphous exterior to shift into a slightly more humanoid shape. A sphere of blue thinned, forming stubby truncated legs and sprouting thick arms with neither discernible joints nor extremities as it descended to the cracked and partially melted asphalt below. Though the target of many a subject’s interest seemed to renounce the idea of a friendly chat, Azguard saw the situation differently. To it, there was no greater sense of urgency than to treat the sick and the injured, and a complete lack of battle experience meant that it had no concept of what was actually going on.
That was until it touched down.
‘Hrmm…?’ There were no words to describe the situation at hand – those that came to mind were entirely unspoken. Amidst the chaos and the carnage of the immediate vicinity lay several bodies; victims of whatever had transpired in the area shortly before the sentient syrup’s arrival. Far enough from the pallid man to be considered out of harm’s way, Azguard turned – the Core turned – to observe its order of business. Answers to the questions of ‘why?’ and ‘how?’ could wait until later. For now, the infantile entity was going to do its job, undeterred by the sheer tension of the situation.
Seemingly disregarding the pull of Earth’s gravity, it skipped across the blacktop of Satan City upon springy legs, ignorant of fresh arrivals. The inability to feel a person’s Ki was both a blessing and a curse, at times. Still, the situation wasn’t good – the number of injured civilians was low, but even then that was far too high for the artificial ambulance’s liking. The first subject of its attentions was in an absolutely horrific state of health, Azguard easily identifying wounds of various types and calibres with naught but a glance. Fractured skeletal structures, second degree burns, avulsions and lacerations, and this was just one patient. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was still breathing, albeit he wasn’t making much of a noise.
‘Do not worry. Azguard will take care of you,’ it said through thought. Could this man even hear those voiceless words through the unbearable agony that wracked his body? It did not matter. It was, quite literally, the thought that counted. Pushing the wreckage of the nearest vehicle aside to create some much needed space, Azguard’s blue body seemed to melt and envelop the wounded one’s form, the cooling Plasm coagulating about the injuries in order to stem the flow of crimson and fend off the waif and stray infections that might wish to prey upon his weakened state.
“STAR POWER! SHINE ON!”
As the words echoed out like a peal of thunder, the Bio-Android could not help but feel drawn to them. From the darkened heavens above, the golden rays of the sun seemed to break through and burn away the darkness, led to Earth by a brilliant figure. A man dressed in the most horribly flamboyant suit had arrived, and his name was: ‘Captain… Nova…?’
How could one man instill so much energy into a crowd? Azguard could not answer this question. It did not want to, either, for there was something about this sparkling sir in skin-tight suiting that captivated the curious creation. It would have loved to approach and learn more, but priorities lay in the form of the man around whom most of the Plasm was currently wrapped. Rather, the Core shifted as close to the outermost layer of its crystal-coloured confines as it could allow itself to, tumbling gently as it perceived the predicament beyond. So many individuals had shown up, but for what reason? What benefits could possibly be gained by throwing so much raw energy about? Fascination abound crackled through Azguard’s mind, but so too did something else beginning with ‘F’ – something that it had never felt before…
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Post by Etoru on Aug 8, 2016 0:15:15 GMT
Etoru continued to pull and thrash at her hair angrily. How dare she she steal his spotlight...! And pretend to be something she's not..! He heard her murmur his name, and he stopped thrashing glaring down at her. Before he could respond, she spoke again, which caused Etoru's cheeks to transition into a crimson hue. "Well w-w-what is it with Saiyan Queens being such losers...?!" And almost immediately, he heard a woman cry out something. Etoru blinked confused, his vision being guided by Zucceta's movements. He watched as a child ran towards Zucceta. Etoru smirked. "Alright!!! Heh! He's holding back, look at that fire in his eyes...! Woo! You get er dude!" And just then, he threw his little punch against her, only to ball into a fit of tears. This left Etoru in a state of confusion. Was he not holding back...? Why would he run at her if he couldn't even use ki...?!
The crying boy said something about her killing his dad, which made Etoru's eyebrows furrow. The woman, presumably his mother, caught up and scooped the youngster up. She was gone just as fast as she came. "Just another reason for me to kill you..." he mumbled to her, in a cold tone. One thing that kept tugging the boy was...well, she seemed guilty. Not only that, but she even said sorry...! But why? She was a ruthless killer. There's no way she could change. Not after what she did. Can she...? The boy shook those thoughts out of his head. No, that was impossible. He had to get his mind out of the gutter and focus on his goal. Defeating Queen Zucceta. That however, would have to wait. Unlike before, during the battle with Bing and Vi-Poi, Etoru was more level headed this time considering he calmed down quite a bit. It didn't mean he wanted her dead though, and soon enough, if need be, it would be revenge at all costs.
As the child sat upon the queen's shoulders, he heard a strange yell in the sky. He put his finger on his ear cleaning it out, blinking blankly. "Car Tower, Grind Gone...whut...." A few citizens questioned what it could be. Etoru looked up in the sky just as curious. I mean...what could it be? A golden light filled the sky. The clouds began to tear open bit by bit, until the golden light shone brightly upon the citizens. A shed of hope to be admired by all! "Whoa..." Etoru continued to watch in awe...but his awe soon turned into bemusement. "Wait...wh....what?" He saw some guy in tights soar down to the streets below. Etoru stared at him as he striked his pose. The child's mouth was gaped open, confused as he watched the super hero threaten the monster. The boy's lips pursed up before he erupted into a fit of laughter. "Oh my goshhh! S-Seriously?! AHahhaa! You're such a loser...what's with the tights...you wanna be super herroooooo...."
The child's laughter came to a stop when Nova began to show the villains he meant business. In an instant, he bulked up, making Etoru flinch. Etoru's eyes sparkled and glittered in childish amazement. "....So.....FLIPPING COOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!" He squealed. Whatever ill thoughts he had about Nova were gone. This guy was incredible! "I WANNA DO THAT! CAN YOU SHOW ME?! I can do something else that powers me up, but it's so boring compared to that!" His thoughts didnt stay long for another warrior entered the scene! Etoru looked over at Radasha, confused to why she felt so familiar. Then it struck him. She was that Oozaru sitting down beside the street....MAKING FUN OF HIS HEIGHT! A. K. A. KAULA'S MOTHER!
Etoru raised his hand. "I'll give you a summary! Robbery, kidnap, car crash, monster, me about to kick Zucceta's butt." He glared down at the queen as he still stood on top of her. While that was going on, yet another warrior arrived. She had some look of shock, and or amazement glued to her face and Etoru couldn't pinpoint why. Not like he cared really.
Then and there, out of the blue, that girl got really pissy and fired a blast towards the monster and Plato! Etoru's eyes widened. An explosion erupted, and smoke formed. Fortunately, when it cleared, Plato was fine....however....he wasn't done yet! He and the monster looked extremely angry, despite them being injured.
What snapped Etoru back to reality was hearing Toma yell out to Zucceta. Those words...Etoru furrowed his eyebrows. "Ha! FAT CHANCE! You aren't fighting ANYONE! Because she's MINES to fight! She only got lucky because I let Bing knock me out on purpose. So we didn't get to really fight! But she OWES ME ONE! So back off!" The boy hissed. He glared at Toma, only to notice the fire behind the Saiyan. In fact...there was fire everywhere! Buildings were crumbling and people were potentially getting hurt! How did he not notice this before...?! It was that exact moment when Zucceta started taking charge! Acting like a true hero, while Etoru, sat there on her shoulders, confused and dazed unsure of what to do. It really got under his skin that she, a villain, who took countless amounts of lives and destroyed planets, being a better hero than he! He grinded his teeth together, his blood boiling as these thoughts circled around him. He heard the words given to Toma, and his jaw dropped. "B-But! Zuccetaaaa!" He whined. "Why fight some dweeb like HIM?! I have a reason to kill you, and I will, but this loser is just...well, HIM!"
Zucceta gave him his order and he growled lowly. Why would listen to some jerk like her? But people were dying...ughhh...choices, choices. Etoru glared down at her golden mane when he finally came to his decision. "Alright, now you listen, and you listen closely!" The boy hissed. "I'm doing this because I! Want too. Not because YOU! Told me too! GOT IT?!" Immediately, he back flipped off of her back and landed onto the street, his foot tapping against the ground gently. "Here it goes...!" Putting his fists at his waist, he began to let out a loud roar. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" The ground would begin to shake lightly. The floors cracked, and his aura flared intensely. His energy began to shoot up rapidly! In an instant, his white aura turned into that of a golden hue. His hair rose up and, just like his aura, turned golden. His eyes transitioned from black, to teal, while his brown fuzzy appendage remained the same. The child let his arms fall and his aura drop. He stared at the fiery buildings and a cocky smirk grew on his face. "Alright~ time to show my stuff...I need a cool super hero name like Nova too...I'll have to think one up. For now...though..." He furrowed his eyebrows immediately. His aura flashed for a second while he yelled his attack. "SUPER MULTI FORM TECHNIQUE!" In an instant, About 20 clones spawned. They all flew in a circular radius to stop the burning buildings. The clones simultaneously fired kiai's at the buildings, attempting to use strong winds as a means to bring the fire out. The fire danced wildly as the winds crashed against it, only to vanish instantly, like someone blowing out a candle. The clones all vanished, leaving the child smirking at his accomplished deed. "Heheh~ Too easy..."
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Super Saiyan Activated! PL: 3,993,234!
[N1]Super Multiform Technique Used: 1,317,767 Fired at the fires on the burning buildings!
The fires are extinguished....!!!
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on Aug 9, 2016 2:11:32 GMT
It all happened so fast! Nicolas' forest green eyes widened from beneath that reflective visor of his as Plato subsequently surrendered only to order his monster to launch an atomic blast towards the girl he had vowed to protect. He was already getting into position to deflect the attack when someone stepped in and did it for him. To his great shock and awe: Lady Death, the super saiyan queen, was there and she was helping him! He felt like he should have made a face or be all huffy about her presence for what she did to his (sort of) friend Bing Gan on Kanassa but he was honestly kind of star struck at the moment by how cool it was that the villain had stepped in and decided to play the role of the hero. She even rallied the other heroes around them and took his super hero identity seriously! (Last time she called him a clown or a joke or something.) It was like he was in some crazy alternate reality DLC mission in a video game where you can unlock the main bad guy as a playable character. He'd have to deal with the semantics of reality later though, right now he was just gonna enjoy the moment for how awesome it was.
The hero smiled before looking down to his hand as he balled it into a fist. His golden aura exploded around him as he continued to gather his energy. The force of the swelling aura was enough to free his long brown hair from the tight confines of it's ponytail prison allowing the chocolate waves to billow up and around his form. His smile turned into a dangerous looking snarl as he centered his gaze on Plato. "You know... In comics: when it comes to the super villain's sob stories I generally skip past those parts...." He bellowed in his super heroic tone as he launched toward the konatsian like a giant golden bullet. "...That's because..." His form would suddenly flicker as he completely bypassed the disgraced King and instead targeted the burning behemoth behind him. "It never truly justifies.... WHAT THEY'VE DONE!" His vision flickered to fragmented images of the Silver Dynamo, Realigner Red, Zexema, Lady Death, Zerori, and Bing. "YOU NEED TO OWN UP TO YOUR OWN FAULTS! IT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!" He roared out, closing the distance between the two. "You chose to lash out and hurt innocent people so now I'm gonna make you see STARS! Take this HELLFIRE KING! BIG DIPPER UPPPPPEEEERRRR EX!"If Captain Nova wasn't stopped or somehow avoided: he'd launch into his attack: flying headlong into the fiery beast's solar plexus to send a punch powerful enough to knock it off it's feet and into the air. Nova would then backflip to land on to the street into a crouch so he could surge his energy before launching straight up in a spin creating a dazzling spiral streaming ki. This ascent would end abruptly as Nova would slam his fist into the the (still airborne) monster's jaw with enough force to create a deafening crack in the air. This lock would last for a few moments before Nicolas would unleash the remainder of his energy and force his fist and the monster high above him in an attempt to launch the beast through the atmosphere like a massive fiery bullet.
[MP3] Big Dipper Upper EX launched at 200% for 1,046,016 PL worth of damage towards Plato's Monster with intent to Launch it into Space [KP] 0/3 |
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Post by Radasha on Aug 9, 2016 4:00:21 GMT
Radasha glanced at Toma. Part of her wanted to chastise him for trying to tell her what to do. She was his mother after all. And they were still close enough in power where she could pop him upside the head and he'd feel it. She resisted the urge to do so, letting out a huff. She stepped past Tome and spoke to Zucceta, voice seeming to waver a bit, as if she was trying not to chuckle at the sight of the small child, Etoru, on her shoulders, tugging at her head. "If you two fight...ahem..Do try not to take it too far....Already lost one child." she said, fixing her with a stare before turning at that and walking back towards where she had been standing.
Seem the situation might be resolved soon, with Zucceta deflecting the potentially harmful blast that might've taken out a chunk of the block and the tights wearing vigilante about to send the monster skyward. She stared at the blob, unsure what it was doing but from the looks of things and the fact she couldn't sense a change in the man's energy, how miniscule it was, meant it probably wasn't harmful.
Her eyes then went to the young Saiyan who had arrived. She seemed to have been looking at Radasha, a strange expression on her face. Radasha too stopped to stare at her. Where her eyes failing her? She could swear that girl resembled her sister. But that Kaula was nowhere near Satan City. She suddenly began to walk towards the girl, golden hair fading to black as she approached. Close inspection proved her theory. She definitely saw her sister in the girl. One way to be sure: "Does the name Kaula or Flahwur mean anything to you?" she asked, everything else becoming background noise as she focused on hearing the answer. It couldn't be....
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Post by Raima on Aug 10, 2016 22:54:01 GMT
After joining in on this action, she could not help but watch the action ensuing around the flaming beast. Apparently the woman over there unleashed one hell of an attack, which the pale bastard stupidly caught head on. It was a damn miracle he was alive, which was a little bit of respect he gained from Raima. He stood against an opposing attack without wavering, determined in his own ways. Although he was severely damaged, there was naught that Raima can do in that situation except be an outside observer, watching as Plato apparently had control of this monster of his. When he talked about it in the desert, it felt like he feared letting it loose, seeming as if he did not want anything to do with the beast that lurked within.
What she was bearing witness to must be Plato's true face, as whatever niceness and calmness he had must have been a mask to hide the savageness in his heart. Raima loved a good, savage, limb breaking fight like any other guy or gal; but there was a point where wanton murder and involving civilians was going way too far. Whatever respect the pale bastard garnered from Raima was lost as she could barely hear him speak, his attention fully captured by the woman who attacked him. He had some sort of obsession with her, wanting her dead in a single attack.
The lima bean saiyan pondered over his words about the fact that two SSE soldiers came to Konats, a meaningless and unimportant planet that she had no knowledge about whatsoever, in order to invade and conquer that planet, the two soldiers being named Carva and Ar-... Arias. Apparently Walker and Celmaru were right when they talked about how bad of a person she is, as to how she went to conquer a planet without any reason. Heck, even the queen acknowledged the fact that she had no idea who these two saiyans were, showcasing the fact that they were acting out of their own desires and insubordination. And the fact that Walker took the life Arias was kind of poetic in a sense, because of the supposed things she has done to earn the disdain of the Woodman and that Seaweed woman's hybrid husband.
And then the most hypocritical thing happened, as he started giving a frickin' monologue about his own past as he was having the monster charge an attack. Plato had been preaching peace and anti-violence, but thinks that he should get a free pass at killing someone for a very feeble reason such as this. And this attack that the building sized monster was charging had the potential of destroying much more than a single person, as it could literally take the lives of hundreds, no, thousands of people in this city. Plato was a psychopath under the guise of royalty. Then the most despicable thing occurred, which was when he unleashed his attack of King's Wrath.
To Raima's surprise and against what Walker and Celmaru told the lima bean saiyan, Zucceta of all people had moved to intercept the attack, while giving orders to pretty much the big name people in this situation. She was trying to save lies, which was contrary to what she did a while back during the saiyan invasion, and apparently draining the life forces of two different planets to gain power enhancing fruit. This caused an inner conflict inside of the Raima, as she was happily proven wrong in that Zucceta is a horrible person, but at the same time this does not disprove the fact that Zucceta has done some things. Although the saiyan did not know about these things personally, actions like those don't go away just like that, evidenced by the hateful, little, human boy who attempted to hit the queen, to which she allowed rather surprisingly.
After the attack, she managed to hear Plato speak about how he thought that there were several reasons why people came. Although ignoring the first and last reason, she heard about how Plato tried to apologize for involving Raima in this mess... But utterly pissed her off by both mispronouncing her name in a horrid way, and even branch her underneath the spectrum of being a weakling being involved in this mess. Now, Raima knew that compared to all these people, she was severely outclassed, but you just don't say certain things now. Holding her hands to her mouth, creating a megaphone effect by cupping her hands, she shouted at the Pale Bastard, "Fuck you too Plato! If you want to apologize, get my name right! It's Raima. R-A-I-M-A. RAIMA! GOT IT MEMORIZED?"
Getting that out of her system, her eyes would then be directed to the little boy who was on Zucceta's hair and head previously, who apparently had something against the Queen as he makes sure that in the records, he only followed Zucceta's plans to save people because he wanted to. Then a sight was to be seen as this boy who could not even be over the age of nine started doing something spectacular. His hair went from black to gold as the ground around him cracked, the boy transforming into the almighty Super Saiyan. Letting out a sound of interest, Raima would mutter to herself, "So that is the Etoru kid that Woody and Celly were talkin' about..."
The boy then multiplied himself in order to take care of the fires, which brought a smile to her face as this was not going to be a death battle that the entire shebang seemed to start as... but rather a joint effort to make sure than nothing doesn't get too screwed up.
Then the final thing that caught her attention once again was the other female saiyan, which still evoked a sense of unease within the Lima Bean saiyaness. This woman had asked that the fight between Zucceta and that male saiyan not be taken too far as she has already lost a chi- ooh... Well that was quite a sad thing to hear. This woman's hair went from gold to black as she approached Raima, which was an action which held a weight that the Lima Bean saiyan could not exactly pin point. Then a question escaped her lips, pertaining to whether Raima had any knowledge about Kaula or Flawhur.
Although Raima was about to say that she hadn't the faintest idea, she realized she actually did. Remembering half a decade ago, back to the eventful death of her own father. She had overpowered Gurea through sheer rage and anger, taking his life with a technique that the younger version of Raima created herself. Blasting a hole through his chest, shock nearly killing him from the get go. He was still alive for a while as he lied on the ground, muttering some odd things that, at the time, made no sense. He muttered something on the lines of how it probably was karma that Kaula's lookalike was the one to put him down once and for all. The younger Raima was in a raging state of mind, not caring at all for his final words as she coldly watched the life fade away.
Back to the present, Raima would hold an hand to her scarred eye as she could feel it pulsate every time she though of the bastard. Remembering Gurea Bea is always such a pain to Raima, as it always bring up horrid memories. Days of where she was tormented every day because of his sick views on raising a strong warrior. Enduring the pain with a slight grunt, she would answer the woman with a slightly grumpy attitude, voice filling with complete venom once he mention his name, "Y-... Yeah. I heard the name once from the old bastard, as he was dying that is... What, is that you? You're this Kaula that he muttered about after I killed his rotten ass? If so, what of it? You getting revenge for Gurea or something?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 5:50:14 GMT
The handcuff that still hung from Noxa’s outstretched arm flailed violently, being rattled by the gust that rushed out of her blast.The lower pair of handcuffs that clung to her ankles followed suit; the bisected chain clattered against the pavement thanks to the sudden burst of air. It wasn’t strong enough to affect anyone more than two feet from Noxa, but to the Bio Woman certainly appreciated the rather short-lived gale— even if her ebony hair didn’t agree.
The blast 'Scarlet Crush' connected with a satisfying impact, slamming into the man who stood in front of the monster; against his master — against Plato. Noxa was sure he was a goner. She had never before fired a blast that powerful. In fact, no one had ever survived any of her weaker Scarlet Crushes — though she never fired any at a warrior of this caliber. Once the smoke cleared her eyes widened for a split second; just as quickly her frown returned.
“You lived? You’re one tough grotesquery — I’ll give you that, but there is plenty more where that came from!” Exclaimed the Virago, “I’ll be sure to avenge the damage you’ve done to my city seven fold!”
A pretty arbitrary number — she simply plucked it from the top of her head. Her words had been valiant and full of fire. Just the facade and bravado that one would expect from a typical wanna-be hero.
Banter aside: Plato lived. And his little pet was pissed. Noxa watched as the monster stirred, the blast — 'King's Wrath' — built in intensity. Noxa could not sense ki; however, her instincts screamed at her to turn tail and run. Before she could register what he body was doing it had taken a single step back; before Noxa could register her facial expression, it had changed. The delicate ivory features of the form she had taken had been wiped clean of the brave glaring stare. Instead, now, within her wide-open eyes was a hint of a primal terror.
That expression only lasted for a moment.
The woman, having no logical basis to give into her primal warnings, found herself forcing that same retreating leg forward.
Noxa took a step forward.
The factor of fear was gone. It was replaced by a fierce scowl — replaced by a mixture of defiance and determination. Another step was taken forward. Noxa’s elbows pushed back, arms bending at a 45 degree angle. She was going to tank this thing! Head on! Little did she know just how suicidal that would have been. Thankfully she never had to find out. A glistening golden goddess swooped in — the blast didn’t even leave a scratch on Zucceta!
That was the first hint to the vast difference of power present.
The crystalline emerald eyes watched in awe as the blast warbled against the Super Saiyaness' 'Beautiful Dangerous' before being redirected into the heavens — seemingly effortlessly. That set off a little ‘tick’ in Noxa’s head; that told her that there was something off about the level of that woman’s abilities. That aside… She’d stepped into take the blast for Noxa. Why? Was she not on Plato's side after all?
And now she was there: ordering the other mysterious characters around. Who was she? Why did they obey? Well, a quick look around and that question had been answered — they likely obeyed because there was a need to. Between fire, death, injury, and infrastructure damage there was plenty to do. There was at least two mangled corpses within the burning wreckage that was the van Plato had crashed into. By now the armed gunman had also already perished thanks to his injuries. Mickey — the boss — had already made his escape, though it really was anyone’s guess just how far the criminal would’ve gotten with what he suffered.
Despite just how glamorous Noxa’s golden savior was the Bio Woman’s attention was pulled from yellow glow. It was bounced to the glowing orb of sentient goo, then to the boy. His ability — it… He…
“What in holy hell?!” Noxa found herself gasping, one eye squinting while the other’s eyebrow rose. Confusion was the mask she now wore. “What kind of terribly awe-some ability is that?!” There was a distinct way Noxa said that word — ‘awesome’. The words ‘awe’ and ‘some’ came in staccato from the rest of the sentence, indicating the true meaning. She didn’t use it like the throw-away slang term; Noxa meant the word in its true nature. Watching as the boy’s multiple clones shot from his body, all effortlessly putting up the hellfire with nothing but their kiai… It inspired awe.
With the fire gone came smoke. Lots and lots of smoke.
Fortunately, for Noxa, the surprises had only just begun! The strangely clad Hero, Captain Nova, with the body of Hercules found himself taking the spotlight. Chills ran down Noxa’s spine; goosebumps broke through her skin. His hair flared with his voice; Nova spoke in the same confident tone as before. Then, he moved. There was no hesitation, only a burning spirit — determination. The Hero's brown locks dancing behind him as he spoke of villainous forces in comics — something Noxa understood. It was the thing she’d been pouring over ever since her encounter with Dirty Dan. She didn’t share his views, but something about what he said connected deep down within Noxa. Maybe it was the recent familiarity she’d garnered with the topic. Maybe it was his tone. Maybe it was just the collimation of everything in this scene.
The awe Noxa felt for the unique skill the child possessed was dwarfed by burning emotion that this guy stirred within her. It was something more. Something alien to the Bio-Android... But she would in the future she would come to know it as 'admiration'.
The ‘golden bullet’ was then sent tearing — shredding — through the air at speeds Noxa could hardly follow; speeds that terrified her in an exciting, thrilling way.
The starry, doe-eyed girl was inspired by the overwhelming display. A deep red aura was rekindled around the Bio Android, who shot after the hero. Noxa had no idea just how much overkill Captain Nova packed. In her eyes he may have needed some help — and she was going to step up to the plate! Where as he targeted the monster Noxa targeted the summoner.
The dense, unstable orb of Scarlet Crush gathered in Noxa’s palm once again while she rocketed towards Plato. The orb skidded against the seared blacktop, leaving a clear trail. Her blurring form reached Plato just as Nova’s move had finished. Should the stars align — should Captain Nova have sent Plato’s monster into orbit; should Plato not have dodged or blocked — Noxa would slam into Plato. Her left arm gripping at a his neck as her momentum carried them both further, lifting him if need be. Her Scarlet Crush swung upwards towards his face, hopefully ripping through at point-blank range. The flashing beam would light up the immediate area in a bright red glow as the beam shot through him and into the sky.
[ [N1] Scarlet Crush fired at 33% for 26400 ] Aimed at Plato's head; angled as to rush into the sky and not hit buildings. With an attempt to finish off & behead. KP 2/3 ==> 1/3
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Post by Plato on Aug 11, 2016 6:33:18 GMT
Plato seemed lost for words as his attack so easily stopped. The beam flying into space slowly thinning out before it disspeared into space he looking up his jaw dropping. "Damn..." He looked up fury still in his voice, then again seeing how powerful the queen was, he should of known the outcome. He looked towards the queen at least relieved that she was not the one who sent the attack though it still itched at him why she was on earth, he thought that earth and vegeta were at war. Though this would have to take back seat he now had to deal with Captain nova. He had stopped charging at his beast. It seemed what Nova had said got to him as his face turned into a frown as he began to raise his arms his monster copying the movement though stopped halfway. "Your right.....i wanted to save people, i wanted to belong, i lost so much over my life and wanted to make sure that other didn't suffer but what i am doing now is the same thing that i fought agiasnt." He lowed his head letting the monster take his attacks undefended. It soared high in the sky like a massive rocket as it felt something deep withen his soul. Something being torn from him.....it was gone. The beasts eye glinted it had been slain by nova powerful punch. Plato eyes were not one of anger or sadness, but of relief, the curse that held onto him for 17 long years, gone withen a blink of an eye. "It's over....my curse is gone...." Plato felt a sharp pain go through him. All his strength left his body. He panted before he complety collapsed. His eyes glazed over before he fades into unconscious.
(Alright Edited sorry for the wait)
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 11, 2016 12:29:57 GMT
[Plato isn't dead, but in a near-unconscious state where a single blow would kill him. This should be the assumption until he revises his post. Noxa's attack can be stopped by her next post, after that it would kill Plato. Other OOC posts removed. Let's continue.]
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Post by Toma on Aug 13, 2016 4:29:19 GMT
Super Saiyan Toma Etoru acted normally, continuing his childlike demeanor. Etoru spoke about how he wanted to fight Zucceta as well, but apperently Zucceta had refused from what Toma could descern. Not surprising, really. Etoru was still very much a child, regardless of how powerful he may be. Though Toma was impressed when Etoru put out the fires as efficiently as he did.
Turning, he watched Captain Nova punch the large beast into space, and its master fell to the ground, nearly unconcious. With the beast felled and its master defeated, there was no real threat to the rest of the city. Toma sighed in relief. That was good. Perhaps Zucceta was right. Nobody needed to die today.
It was strange, really. For Toma to agree with the Saiyaness on something like that. Toma sensed the energies of several other beings appear in the area suddenly, and one had seemed to have gotten his mothers attention. But Toma paid her no mind, because that was when the other small woman launched her attack at Plato!
Toma moved swiftly, landing between Plato and the blast, bringing his right hand up to stop it. The blast collided with his right hand, leaving little more than a slight red mark on the palm of his hand. After the dust cleared, Toma began walking towards Noxa, and he'd stop infront of her.
He'd bring his hand up, and then swiftly launch a strike to her right shoulder using two fingers. Of course he was holding back, and the strike wouldn't break anything, but it was intended to cause a good dose of pain for the woman. To let her know she was severely outclassed.
"I cannot guarantee your safety if you stay." Toma would speak, looking at the girl. "If you stay, there is a very real chance you'll die. For your own survival, I would recommend that you leave. Now." He'd continue, looking down at the girl with a glare that could kill.
| Toma has intercepted Noxa's attack to save Plato after contemplating what Zucc said. He is now trying to scare Noxa into leaving.
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 13, 2016 22:56:00 GMT
Zucceta breathes a sigh of relief as Etoru detaches himself from her hair. The ascended super saiyan didn't want this scene to complicate before, at the very least, the primary problem could be solved. Even if he wanted to murder her, Etoru had a good heart. Zucceta's pragmatism had served her well enough as the brutal head of the Solar Empire--it should serve her well now, as she turns her hand to a new path, if the heroes she had once warred with, manipulated and killed, allowed her to make that transition. It would not be easy.
She allowed herself a moment to be impressed by Etoru's technique. She could note the split in his energy levels that would stop it from being the perfect technique, but the saiyan queen could foresee situations where the ability to separate her body into multiple combatants could be useful. She makes a mental note. It could be done.
Captain Nova's words reached her ears. They were true, and true especially to Zucceta. She had refused to own up to her shortcomings after her metamorphosis from mother to monster. It was a tragic circumstance, but she had become a magnified image of her would-be murderers. Their hatred had made her into a cave of echoes, until the volume reached a planet-shattering pitch.
But then, the cave collapsed in on itself. The hatred had become too much, lost all direction. She had drifted as lost decibels, only now seeing her folly.
What if she could reclaim that hope she had felt all those years ago, a hope that resembled her own parent's hopes for her?
What if she could stop being noise, and start being music?
She allows herself a short smile as the caped crusader punches the infernal monster through the atmospheres. The beast would shiver and turn to smoke in the thermosphere, broken and defeated... but the smoke would soon return to Plato and infest him once more.
When Radasha speaks, the queen raises an eyebrow, then the other, her intrigue turning to surprise as she does the equation. "You mean to tell me you birthed this asshole? That he and Kaula are-... actually, given her temperament, that makes a lot of sense." Her eyes settle once more on Toma. Even with the idea of a new leaf firmly implanted in her head, a part of her lurking in the deep, dark corner of her heart, the small twitching animal with claws that perhaps still responded to the name "Lady Death", wanted to tear his throat out with her teeth.
As she turns to him, she feels the red-haired girl's ki surge. As a furrow of irritation claims her brow, she begins to move to intercept the rushing teenager from striking the killing blow on a dwindling Plato--but before she can act, Toma intercepted the attack.
Zucceta can't help but let out an involuntary laugh. "First you wanted to kill him immediately and now you're saving his life?" Internally, the queen of all saiyans sasses herself--It seems you're not the only one capable of a radical one-eighty.
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Post by Etoru on Aug 14, 2016 2:45:08 GMT
Etoru took out the fire like it was a piece of cake really. No biggie! With that all done and set, Etoru glanced at that guy in tights. Captain Nova, was it? The boy watched as he began talking in this really awesome fashion that made Etoru feel all giddy. This guy was totally awesome…! If Etoru met him anywhere BUT HERE, he’d probably think this dude was a total dweeb! The super heroes power surged wildly. His brown hair was freed from its confines and he glew with a bright, furious aura. The captain lunged towards Plato, his fists clenched tightly. ”Wait...Plato said he was from Konats...if that’s the case...maybe he knew where Articho’s at…! I can’t ask him if he’s dead!”
Etoru watched as Nova’s figure flickered, getting past Plato and aiming towards the giant monster behind the former king. Nicolas’s words were inspiring. In fact, they pretty much portrayed what he thought of Zucceta. Speaking of her, once he got answers from Plato, he was sure to take her on next. No doubt about it! Nova’s fist crashed into the beast sending it upwards. The super hero bounced back against the ground before spiraling back up, throwing the beast past the atmosphere with one epic attack! It was exciting to say the least! But...why was Plato’s energy fading? Before the boy knew it, that former king dropped onto the floor, out cold. ”P-Plato…!” Even so, the boy made no motion to move. Plato was fine...but he needed to keep his eye on Zucceta. She wasn’t gonna slip past him this time!
What made him lose his focus was Noxa calling out to him. Etoru blinked confused, turning his head to face her. ’Huh...Um…” THe boy looked left and right, before awkwardly pointing a thumb at his chest. ”M...Me…?” He blinked. ”Oh uh….it’s um, Super Saiyan...I guess? It’s no sweat really…” He rubbed the back of his head in an uncomfortable manner. Honestly, he hadn’t had much to say in this situation. He could have bragged like usual but, for some reason, it just didn’t feel right at the moment. Maybe it was the information Plato held and he was worrying for the King of Konatsians safety? Or maybe it was his overwhelming hatred for the Queen of Saiyans.
These thoughts were swept aside when Noxa’s energy flared once more. Etoru had a blank expression glued to his face, wondering what in the world was she doing. And then it happened. The girl rushed towards Plato’s form. Energy blazing in her hand. Etoru’s eyes widened. He couldn’t let Plato die. He needed to figure out where Articho was, and this guy was the only person he could think of that had the answers!
Fortunately for the boy(and Plato), the man who literally just tried to slice him in two saved him. Etoru didn’t know if he should be irritated that Toma couldn’t make up his mind or be glad that Plato was still okay. It wasn’t until Toma started giving out threats to the girl. That made Etoru groan in annoyance. Sure. It was one thing coming from Vi-Poi, a robot. He was known to be all cold and merciless duh! Sure, he spared Zucceta, but that was to prevent another war! Toma however, is supposed to be some ‘loving father’ and ‘caring hero’. If he wants to be a hero, he needs to take that Nova guys advice. Etoru didn’t need advice though. He already was a GREAT hero.
Snapping back to reality, Etoru remembered the current situation. Plato was seriously injured! If he died, Etoru couldn’t get the answers he was looking for! But, something stopped him in his tracks. What if...when he was checking if Plato was alright, Zucceta slipped away from his grasp again! Then what?! Etoru growled. How could he really debate about this. His friend could be in danger and he’s still focused on revenge. Etoru glared at the Queen, rage fueling in his eyes. ”You don’t move! I still have a score to settle with you!” The boy snarled.
Immediately, he soared towards Plato. His golden aura leaving a trail as he flew down towards him. ”Come on...dont be dead!” Landing next to the former king, Etoru grabbed his limp arm. The child didn’t really know anything about a pulse and what not, but the fact that he could still see his chest rising and falling slowly was a good sign at least. But it still didn’t mean he could be on the edge of dying. ”Wake up…! You better not die you big dummy! I still have to ask you questions!” The boy’s tone was filled with concern. This could be his only shot at finding out where Articho’s at! He wasn’t gonna let it slip through his fingers.
Etoru’s form shook a bit. If anyone could sense energy, a dark, eerie feeling would fill the air. Etoru’s pupils were a bit thin. His nails slightly sharper, and there were barely noticeable signs of fangs. An orange aura emitted through his golden one, and it reached out towards Plato’s form. If Etoru wasn’t interrupted, Plato’s wounds would begin to heal. This could possibly wake him up, but the fact was, he was getting farther away from death. The aura around his figure would disappear, and Etoru would continue to watch, not even realizing that he healed him.
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Wolf Spirit power healed Plato(Flavored as Senzu Bean)
Etoru's a bit more hissy now >:C
KP: 3/3 +1
Note: He didn't go Wolf Spirit. Just showed a teeny sign of it.
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Post by Azguard on Aug 14, 2016 12:42:24 GMT
Power Level: 11,500
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The whole situation was getting out of hand, fast. Not that Azguard had any hands for it to get out of, but that wasn’t the point. Despite the spectacle of a child splitting into multiple clones to extinguish the flames that licked and gnawed at the environment, the Bio-Android could barely keep up with all that was happening. It did not like it. Too much of what was happening was an unknown quantity, and not the sort that such a medicinal marvel could learn to mimic any time in the near future – if ever? From the variety of energy attacks whose Ki output was blinding as the sun, to the mighty strike that had sent the creature of smog and heat packing, and finally the scarlet surge that had been targeted at the sickly-looking man.
Brzzzzt… The golden-haired man from before had moved at speeds far exceeding that of Azguard’s own, placing himself between the source of the scarlet surge and its inevitable target. Stationed not too far away, the blue blob effectively had front row seats to the dispersal of such energy; though despite the safety it found, it could not help but withdraw slightly from the event. Three eyes watched, unblinking, as the man known as ‘Toma’ dispersed the assault without so much as flinching. And yet, even without the ability to sense proper the wave forms of Ki, Azguard knew that such a blast could have easily vaporised its Plasm – even its Core.
That was truly frightening.
‘I need to get you out of here,’ it uttered to the now slumbering soul within its amorphous exterior. The man’s injuries were stabilised, his blood pressure low but not drastically so, and he was entirely protected from the diseases without. Flying out would have been ideal, but there just wasn’t enough of the azure gel to support its patient and allow for aerodynamics: ‘But there’s other patients I need to check on, too!’
Balling as much of its body up as it could, the Bio-Android in blue tried to move. Unfortunately, the effective ‘dead weight’ of the wounded was not so easily supported by a viscous veil. If only it had arms. Not lingering on the lack of limbs it possesses, the nascent panacea half-hovered, half-slithered across the street towards the pale one. Plato – though his name was still not known to Azguard – had been a point of interest. Why was he so pale? Was he anaemic? Had he suffered substantial blood loss? Or, was he simply sick? Regardless of the issue, the most pressing matter on the malleable medic’s mind was his state of wellbeing.
It was not the fear of the sheer scales of power around which it was present that disturbed the artificially produced organism. It was the fear of not being able to do its job. That fear was soon washed away by awe as the child descended, taking point next to the fallen man. Azguard halted its advance, body wobbling as it adjusted to the shift in balance. The golden energies that enveloped the boy were visible only as a green shimmer, tinted by the hues of its own Plasm, but beyond that something else emerged.
“Wake up…! You better not die you big dummy!”
Etoru chirped:
“I still have to ask you questions!”
Whatever he was doing, Azguard could not discern it. Was this a form of Ki – something else entirely? Regardless, it seemed to be doing something, and the gelatinous one was unsure as to what as it watched curiously from nearby. It wanted to get closer, to see with its own eyes how such a young person was capable of doing what the living medicine could not. Again, naïve desires to understand provoked the creature’s thoughts to echo about the environment and into the minds of those who could perceive them: ‘What are you doing…?’
Current KP: 3/3
So, Etoru jumped the gun and posted before me, but I don't think in this instance it really matters that much - Azguard's effectively a non-combatant at this point. It's actually helped me flesh out my post, to be honest; wasn't sure how to react to a lot of what was going on. If needs be, we can either stick to this order or swap back to normal next round. I don't see it making much of a difference!
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on Aug 16, 2016 19:46:03 GMT
Nicolas looked to his gloved fist and let out a bit of a shocked yelp seeing that it had actually been smoking a bit from the friction and force that came with uppercutting the fiery demon so hard. "Ayyiyi! That smarts..." He hissed breaking character momentarily as he took a few desperate, panicked moments to blow away the steam and flick his hand. He rolled his quite massive arm a bit, causing his joints to pop with an audible click. He turned, seeing that the fires had been put out and everyone seemed relatively safe. With a big grin he'd take to the sky looking to the stunned and awed onlookers before he struck a pose Ornion Shallotnagger the action star would be proud of.
"THE EVIL HAS BEEN VANQUISHED FAIR CITIZENS! CAPTAIN NOVA CLAIMS ANOTHER VICTORY FOR THE EARTH AND HER PEOPLE! HO-HAH!" He called out changing his pose to another flashy, macho, and over the top display accented by a few golden sparkles of ki he produced; creating yet another roar of applause. The once panicked cries that filled the streets now rang out in hope and celebration. Happy with the result the young man would drift to the ground, relaxing enough to cause his hulking 'Incredible Supergiant Nova' form to regress back into his body leaving his mostly unassuming form in it's place.
He'd press a button hidden on the side of his Star Visor and hail a frequency to his ship. "Crimson-Comet Commander, bring the Cancer in for a landing we've got a trash pick up." He'd say with a smirk before making his way towards Plato. He stopped however once he came to stand beside the former queen. He took a moment, the memories of his excursion to Kanassa once again resurfacing before he shook them off. Without looking to her he'd speak.
"I'm not sure what game you're playing at right now, but if this was an honest to god attempt to try and help people you did a great job of it." His tone, despite the super heroic cheese seemed honest enough. "You took charge and guided everyone amidst the chaos and that's truly impressive Lady De-Er... Gold." He paused, experimenting with the name choice and toying with it on his tongue for a bit. "While I still...Have questions regarding our last outing I'd rather not spoil this moment. Come by West City sometime, I'm not too hard to find."
He took a step forward but paused. Having a final word. "You can leave your entourage though." He said glancing back to Radasha and Raima as they had their shaky family reunion.
He then approached the villain and his target, noting the child, the man, and the...Blob's presence as well. Seeing the man poke the woman and threaten her however, caused the hairs on the back of his neck to bristle. His emerald eyes narrowed to pinpoints beneath his reflective visor as he fought every urge to activate his X Factor and clock him in the jaw.
"You two, stay away from the villain. I'll be taking him into custody for the Blue Banner Army. Premier Vi Poi will determine his fate." He simply said before walking up to stand between Toma and Noxa. He looked down on the younger man and gave him deep frown.
"As for you: no one else will be dying, not on my watch. So stand down and let the girl be. I won't allow you to bully her." Despite the power level difference it was clear Captain Nova was being absolutely firm.
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