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Post by Tourit on Sept 8, 2016 3:01:47 GMT
“Earth…” Tourit looked up, and admired the Earth sky he remembered. He and Tenshi had landed a couple of hours ago, and Tenshi said that she needed to take care of something, so the prince was alone. He had docked his ship near the place where he had first obtained it at, and had tried his best not to crash into anything. Unfortunately, he had taken out some things off of a roof of a tall building. “Well, this planet is as gorgeous as I remember it to be. I’m glad my father agreed to let me take an interplanetary honeymoon.” Tourit looked back at the hanger he had left his ship. “It’ll be safe there. I hope.” Tourit started walking around the city the hanger was located in, and started looking for something fun for Tenshi and himself to do. He walked by plenty of stores, but nothing caught his eye. Finally, he gave up and walked into the next store he came across, without even bothering to see what the store even sold. “Hey. What do sell here?” He asked nonchalantly.
“What the hell kinda person justs walks into a flier store and asks that?” The store owner replied, sounding annoyed. He was a short, round balding man with a small mustache, and wore a clerk’s apron, and a red shirt. “Oh, you sell fliers? Um, oh…Guess that means I would have to advertise something to shop here…” Just then a lightbulb went off in Tourit’s head. “Hey, how much would it cost to advertise a tournament? Like, across the globe?”
This perked the owners interest. “What, you mean like a martial arts tournament? It would be hard to advertise across the whole world; you would have better luck just posting an ad on the Internet.”
“Ah, just do what you can then, hopefully word will spread.” Tourit said, throwing some gold topi currency he had brought from Tayona on the counter. The man looked at the gold with wide eyes, and took it happily.
“Wait, I have a better idea…” Tourit said, slowly walking back outside. He started ascending into the sky, until he was a decent way above the buildings. “Alright, let’s hope this works…”
Tourit started powering up to his very limit, exerting all of his force, trying to make his presence notable.
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 8, 2016 3:18:29 GMT
Polara was meditating atop a roof of one of the buildings, the Arcosian general rather quiet and her ki suppressed to semi unnoticeable levels. It was that of an average human's, a measly one. She wasn't planning on being disturbed, until a nearby roof had a few things taken off of it by a giant ship. Not recognizing the design, she slowly hovered into the air and towards the ship in semi-disguise to attempt not being noticed. Whoever and whatever this is, it had her investigation as of the recent mess with the Saiyans. The person emerged and walked into a flyer store, curiously.
Who was this being, the male's ki felt demonic to which it interested her slightly. The being seemed to have no intentional harm in his aura, and he soon lifted into the air. The Arcosian had semi imagined demons always having horns; so this confused her lightly yet she shoved the confusion to the back of her mind. Their ki powered up to maximum, leaving the feminine biped to hover over to the demon. "Might I ask why you're powering up?"
Thread PL: 16,950
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 5:57:28 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 27,064
Namorel sat in his house mear the crest of Mt. Paozu. the empty structure still lacking any form of furniture or objects to signify filling the marble void of the structure. Curved walls lay unordained with only the few windows littered amongst them to fill in the white void of under decorated walls and housing. This didn't bother Namorel however, he was used to living in nearly empty housing, with the exception of perhaps a chair or two, but even these were not present in all namekian homes. Sitting before him however was a makeshift version of the teapot and Mortar and Pedestal he had seen Ayumu work the tea into creation with. He was trying his best to practice the method of making this tea on his own, using plants that smelled rather similar to the ones the elder human had operated with when they had met. His scouter sat beside him, turned on to warn him of any arriving dangers or even visitors willing to reveal whatever power they may have, the only person Namorel knew that would avoid this scouter was Ayumu, not letting off enough power himself to attract the scouter's attention.
Everything was quiet, Namorel finishing the grinding of the leaves and preparing to stir them into the water he had heating. As he stirred it in and took the first sip of his tea his scouter erupted, beeping fanatically for him to react. He was displeased with the lack of flavor in the tea as he set it down, to lift up the scouter, resting it upon his face to read the power and the location of it. At almost forty Thousand Namorel's attention was peeked, drinking the remainder of his tea and seting his scouter in his pouch before flying off. He flew in the direction of the indicated power, going the fastest possible he could.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 12:32:32 GMT
Thread Power Level: 57,186 Heavy Weight ACTIVE! = 57,186
Like plenty of normal people on a common summer day, Noxa found herself within a store. Today, she shopped for beach wear, planning for a future trip in in accordance to stories she had heard from her adventures through this city... Unlike most people, however, Noxa wasn’t just shopping; the scarlet-haired Bio Woman was eavesdropping. The estranged Bio Android had an inkling that what she did was 'out of the norm', but she justified it to herself. Katsu did after all tell her to go out, explore, and familiarize herself with the world... Technically, this is what she was doing...
Noxa stood at a changing room within the East Capitol. At first, she had stared endlessly at a mirror, trying to decide whether the sporty one-piece swimsuit she was trying to buy was worth it. The woman had long since stopped attempting to judge her appearance within the swimsuit. Not only was it nothing special — just a full, black one-piece swimsuit with red ‘115’ across the chest — but Noxa had also become distracted. Now, she had her body pressed against a wall, ear glued as to listen to the conversation that occurred a few stalls over.
She couldn’t believe the kind of things she had heard so far! A story of friendship; loss; love; betrayal; and triumph. Noxa was not one for any form of heavy emotional response, but she had a hard time pulling herself away from the stall. More importantly, it seemed as though whatever event had been unfolding yonder was coming to a conclusion. Noxa had braced herself for the crescendo of emotion with the final confrontation.
"Craig-Sama, I'm really in love with --" The sound stopped dead in its tracks.
Noxa nearly shot from the wall as the sentence was so abruptly cut; a sharp gasp escaped her lips.
‘W-what happened?!’ The Bio Woman thought to herself, hands slamming against the stall’s wall, causing the booth to shake.
“Common, Jes. I picked my blouse. Let’s go.” Came a voice of a woman Noxa had yet to hear.
“Sure. That episode sucked anyway.” Responded another strange woman.
The glowering Bio Android huffed and puffed. She had thought whatever was happening was some sort of serious exchange between two people… Though even if that wasn’t the case — ‘sucked’? That was a masterpiece! Noxa reached for the door, about to go give those two a piece of her mind when a sudden alarm went off in her head.
The woman, who had been practicing her ability to sense ki found herself halting immediately. Her hand hovered over the latch. There was a rather strong ki nearby — and it was rising. Not only that, but there was a keen sense that someone she recognized was rapidly approaching; heading towards whatever that new power was.
With that, Noxa sprawled through to the door. She had attempted to undo the lock before barreling against it, but the shower of splinters over the woman told her she was unsuccessful. Noxa ran towards the nearest sales representative. Within her clutches was a roll of clothes.
The woman, who watched as Noxa approached, felt a twinge of annoyance. Another one of those people…
“Ma’am, you’re not supposed to put on the bathing suit, you’ll have to buy it n-- AHHH!” The woman’s shriek echoed through the store, catching the attention of plenty other shoppers and employees who immediately peeked over.
They looked just in time to witness a shower of metal and paper fall on the sales rep, who had been pelted by a frantic Noxa as she ran out of the store. She had tossed all the money she withdrew from Dirty Dan’s account at the woman.
“I AM TAKING ALL OF THIS GOTTA GO BYE!”
The clerk stood there speechless, her heart still thumping over the sudden move. She looked around herself to see the ridiculous amount of money that had been discharged in her direction.
“D… does the extra count as a tip?” She mumbled under her breath, beginning her collection.
The bikini-clad Bio Android sprinted through the shopping center until she found a window, she promptly shot through at full speed. Her crimson ki storming about her in a blaze of glory as she made a bee line towards the target powering up, her newly-purchased clothes flapping in the wind as she clutched them to her breast.
When Noxa ‘arrived’ she had snapped out of her super sonic flight almost instantly, bringing with her a hefty gust of wind.
She was hardly a few dozen feet from the Arcosian and the stranger who powered up; she could also feel a familiar presence zeroing in.
“The hell is going on here?” Noxa demanded, a clear frown splayed across her features. She wasn’t happy! The woman definitely expected something big to be going down; hell, she had been shopping in preparations for her little beach outing. Instead, it seemed she had simply been drawn some super-powered guy showing off to his friend!
“Don’t power up for no reason in the middle of a city! What the hell is wrong with you?! I was in the middle of something and came rushing over!”
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Post by Shemha on Sept 8, 2016 15:33:26 GMT
(Current thread PL - 13,685 with Heavy Weights on) Earth’s cities provided countless hours of entertainment, a fact Shemha quickly discovered as her time on the streets ate away the hours of the day. From an outsiders perspectives she saw plenty of differences between the different locals, yet she heard preferences in the people she passed by. For a number of them it seemed their preference was bent on what they referred to as local pride. To these individuals, the place they called home far outshined its rivals in countless features. Unware of what it was like to have a home in the traditional sense, Shemha understood this attachment in definition only for she possessed no emotional tie to any location. Life as a mercenary did not lend itself well to a permanent home.
The plus side of such a mobile life was no emotional restriction on where she went. Whether it was from planet to planet or from shop to shop, she felt free to do as she pleased. Lately she found herself drifting from food truck to food truck, an act that Negi likely would have been proud of. However, it was not to gorge on various food items, but to sample drinks. A previous night spent at a bar in Satan City had introduced the girl to the idea of delicious beverages, drinks consumed for pleasure instead of hydration. Less encumbering than a meal and with almost endless options, the Majin quickly found herself racking up the variations she had sampled.
At the moment she waited for what was listed as a “Lemon-Lime Twist.” The picture on the truck’s menu board and its owner’s words promised the cool refreshment to be delicious. It was nonalcoholic of course, the Majin now aware of the effects of alcohol on her body, but it still required mixing. Patiently she waited until the mobile restaurant owner handed over the twist in its disposable container. ”Here you go miss.”
”Thank you, Sir.” Her left hand clutched the drink carefully as not to spill it while her right handed over the listed amount. Happily she turned from the stall and took her first sip. Ohhh, it was tasty and quite refreshing. With the warm Sun shining down from above, the drink tasted all the better. With her drink in hand Shemha strolled down the sidewalk, unsure of what she might investigate today.
As luck would have it, something presented itself.
Not actively searching the area for signatures at the moment, her natural ability to pick them up was passive and when a signature spiked she noticed. For a moment she focused to zero in on the location of the signature and a moment later her head was tilted up to see the source a short distance ahead. The figure, for that is what it appeared to be from this distance away, appeared to be powering up for reason unknown. Curious as she naturally was, Shemha gripped her drink tight and lifted into the air.
She chose not to rush for her recently purchased beverages sake and slowly ascended on a diagonal approach to the creature. Still lower on the sky line she might go unnoticed at first as her signature remained suppressed by her weights. As she drew closer, a short distance away still, the situation grew more interesting as other rose with similar curiosity to meet the source of the energy spike. The best part about it, she recognized both of them, Polara, an Acrosian General and the entertaining Noxa. Earth was such an eventful place.
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Post by Rafar on Sept 8, 2016 22:22:48 GMT
(Thread power level 5113, Heavy weights active! Restrained power level 1278)
Flying was one of the best parts of being a ki user, at least in the sayian Rafar's opinion. He executed a triple flip in mid-air and landed hard on the top of a small building, shocking the poor janitor that had been cleaning off the filthy roof. "Umm hi sir, you know this area is off limi- eeek." He ducked as the Sayian's tail whipped restlessly over his head. "Be quiet human, I'm thinking." Rafar tapped the side of his scouter, ignoring the terrified little man. Before he started his trek through the hodgepodge of culture that was a human city, he wanted to make sure that there was no one that could be a threat to him.
And it was a good thing he checked! His scouter beeped, informing him of four high power levels, 27,000, 16,590, 39,570, 68,000 and 54,738!!! All of these readings were substantially higher than his max, some even surpassing his Oozaru state. Really, Rafar didn't know how he had missed the confrontation, waves of power emanated from the site, driving back the clouds and sending the humans scurrying for their hidey-holes. Rafar supposed he should check it out, something interesting happen.
He arrived shortly after Shemha, missing the entirety of the conversation that had occurred so far. He noted Polara's presence with obvious relief, at least he would have one ally. He also spotted a Majin, a bikini-clad Bio-android, a Namekian of all things and a human. He would float several meters away from the crowd, wanting to be a bystander in this clash of powers.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 9, 2016 0:14:39 GMT
An intriguing exertion of power piqued a certain hybrid's attention. It was the amassing energies, however, that directed the hybrid's attention fully on the matter. That akin to a demonic source, a seemingly frigid Ki, and perhaps even a Majin. Then there were two familiar signatures; one of a Namekian...and three sets of species combined into one...a Bio-Android. From outside a renovated shrine, a crisp self-inflicted slap to the forehead could be heard. "...Fucking hell..."
A influx of Ki burst along the hybrid's frame. A manifested aura licked at the atmosphere, flickering as if it were irritated. The hybrid ducked down to kick off, yet a green figure interrupted him. A prominent creak of the wooden flooring permeated throughout the courtyard as the one and only seaweed woman appeared. A lengthy, seemingly knitted material was within her grasp. "Ah, Celmaru~! Try wearing this for today!"
"...What? Its almost ninety degrees out here Phae-"
"Its rather thin, husband~"
"..."The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield gazed upon the dark brown cloth. A simple traveling cloak, notably greater in size than the hybrid, hung over the seaweed woman's left forearm. The seaweed woman Phae Waterfield began to take flight; floating above the cobbled stones. The cloak hung limply above the courtyard, a brilliant smile suggesting the utilization of such overhanging cloth. Celmaru contemplated this for a moment, yet how could he refuse Phae, of all people? A golden button dragged a section of the cloth downward, its visage that of a wide "W" glinting vibrantly. "...A traveling...cloak?"
"Being anonymous could teach your students to prepare against a sudden, unknown enemy~"
"Noxa can sense Ki."
"Ignore that and wear this~!"The seaweed woman thrust the cloth towards her husband. A slight pout was noticeable upon the seaweed woman's facial features...to the hybrid's dismay. Staring at the limp cloak, the hybrid guided his palm to grasp it, a likely reluctance etched within his facial expression. With a swift sweeping motion; Celmaru was concealed by an overhanging cloth. This was the brief few moments prior to the hybrid's arrival. * * *
Floating towards the accumulating group, Celmaru noticed another signature creeping among them. This Ki was akin to another familiar species; Saiyan. The concealed hybrid sighed as he neared the two "students" of his. Touching down upon the nearby street for a moment, the hybrid stepped below them; gazing skyward towards them. Tucking the cloak's hood before his eyes, shrouding his eyesight with the dark brown material, Celmaru ascended to meet the group. Prior to speaking, noting the unfamiliar individuals, a telepathic message was sent to both Namorel and Noxa.
'Don't blurt out my name. Leave me anonymous. I will be assessing your newly developed strength outside my own intervention. Whatever this may be about, I'll be watching you so neither of you make a fatal mistake.'
The hybrid's vision was without typical sight. The rough outlines of each individual was visible beneath shut eyes. Of all times to be grateful for Ki Sense, it was likely as of now. The cloak obscure any visible limbs of the hybrid; its length evident given his current appearance. Most would only be able to take notice of his lower facial features, alongside the few perceptible fingers. Celmaru didn't speak immediately, he didn't attempt any other particular movements, yet there was one comment he would make.
"...What is this about?"
One could only hope this wasn't any sort of trap.
Oh, how edgy I must be for those two! Tsk, tsk. :T
Regardless, Phae will arrive momentarily, however let us enjoy the beginnings of all this, shall we? owo
Thread PL: 318,043! Ki Setting active! PL is currently 5,000!
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Post by Tourit on Sept 9, 2016 1:15:33 GMT
Tourit lowered his energy and looked at the small group that had amassed around him. “Well, looks like there’s two humans,” He stated, looking at Rafar and Noxa. “A slug-like person…” He said, shifting his gaze to Namorel. “And…Whatever you are.” He finished, looking at Polara. “These guys have to be strong. They are at least powerful enough to use their ki to fly, which I know most regular humans can’t do.” Tourit thought to himself.
“Ahem! Greetings, people of Earth! I am Tourit Sanichi, prince of the planet of Tayona!” Tourit took a small bow. “I’ve been to this planet once before, and I figured I would stop by here again. You have a very beautiful planet, and I decided it would make an excellent honeymoon location for me and my new wife!” Tourit let out a small smile, and tried to sound confident. “As for the reason I let out a ton of energy, I was trying to find any powerful fighters that might be nearby. You see, I thought it might be fun to hold a tournament!” Tourit maintained his composure, and gave a thumbs up to the crowd. “Anyone interested?”
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 9, 2016 2:02:58 GMT
[Thread PL= 24,406] [Heavy Weights ON PL=6,101]
Retsu normally wasn't one to get involved in large groups. He didn't enjoy them, let alone with power levels stronger than that of his Suppressed form. However his curiosity perked when he saw a lower power level than the rest appear. He let out a sigh. Curse his curiosity. His Ki flared around him and the cloaked Lord took off towards the group, his scouter leading the way.
When he landed he noted all the... peculiar people whom were around. A Boxom woman wearing nothing more than a bikini, a Majin. Hold on a moment, wasn't that the Namekian he fought a few weeks back? Small world. Then his gaze came to stop on Rafar. He sighed. "Always getting into trouble aren't you Rafar?" Asked the Arcosian.
His head turned, as he caught sight of Polara. He offered her a bow of his head only for his attention to turn towards Tourit. The man spoke of a honeymoon, and oddly enough a Tournament. Retsu blinked lightly, he had never really been part of a tournament before, though it could be fun to some degree. Perhaps a good way to test his skills.
He took a step forward, his arms crossed before he spoke up. "I am interested." He spoke. "This tournament sounds like a good way to test my strength." He looked to the others in the area, looking each of them over.
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Post by EGG on Sept 9, 2016 5:22:47 GMT
[Thread PL: 32,568] [HEAVY WEIGHTS ACTIVATED] [Current PL: 8,142]
It had only been a day since Egg had trained up his latest move, known as the Egg Roll, to the point where he could completely control it to any degree so far. And there can not be a better way to celebrate than to head out to the city and have something called a milkshake. A treat that he had seen on the Earth television for quite some time now, and that every time he saw that brown drink with white whip cream and the red fruit on top being advertised on that television, the people who ate them always had that delighted look on their faces. It must be a treat so delicious that it exudes happiness and joy.
Traveling to the city, Egg landed and started searching high and low for an establishment that sold these confections known as milkshakes. Although he was given the usual double takes as a literal Saibaman wearing a blue cape with shoulder pads was walking around the city, the cyan and magenta saibaman felt that he was getting used to travelling among the crowds on Earth. And he couldn't fault the humans for distrusting a saibaman, as he did have such a freaky appearance, one akin to the horror monsters seen on those Saturday night flicks.
With little trouble, however, he made his way into an ice cream shop, finding himself to be the only one in there. Walking up to the counter and pulling out the zeni stash he kept inside the base of his cape-shoulderpad combo, he bought himself a large chocolate milkshake. Exiting the building, however, he started sensing a single ki signature power up in the middle of the city. It was almost like the time that one demon woman flared her power, only to disappear. Maybe it was her again, using that to summon yet another insectoid monster to attack the city. Not thinking about it too much, Egg sprinted across the streets, heading toward this growing conglomeration of power levels, forgetting full well that he could fly.
He would arrive, ready to battle, when he apparently overheard the reason why there was a power flaring, which was this person's way to announce a tournament of sorts. Blinking a bit, Egg tried to figure out what a tournament was, going through his own recollection of television binge watching to see if he could make some sort of sense out of all of this. He then remembered a really crappy movie that the old man used to watch, about a group of random people taking part of a death battle in order to prevent Hell from taking over the Earth. Egg figured that it was similar to that, but this tournament would be be without a lot less bloodshed.
Although he knew no one in this group in the slightest, he would say with glee, "Me need practice, need get stronger to save people. I take part if okay." Afterward, he would take a big chug of his milkshake which was already half gone, due to it spilling everywhere as he sprinted towards this location.
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Post by Polara Thermia on Sept 10, 2016 0:05:17 GMT
Polara looked around at the sudden crowd, the Arcosian woman staring at the random beings of all assortments of races. A Namekian, some random woman with multiple racial kis, Shemha, Rafar, another Arcosian, and some random creature. The creature was tiny, had broken speech, and looked like a science experiment gone wrong. There was a hybrid as well; oddly wearing a cloak. Her eyes narrowed slightly at Celmaru's presence but didn't mention anything else. A few things were running through her head; one in particular.
This was a complete clusterfuck and there was popularity with the idea of a tournament. It seemed as if she was the third strongest here; yet she knew not to trust ki sense all that well. There was a possibility of weighted gear on all of them, and the vibrations she was getting from the hybrid male were sending faint shivers down her spinal column. What was even going on? Shaking her head, the Arcosian general gave a nod to the demon. "It seems I will also participate in this tournament. I see no reason why I cannot do so, unless you choose not to allow my entrance." Whatever the hell was going on, SHE HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 1:07:32 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 27,063
It did not take long for the surrounding area to quickly become overflowed with entities after Namorel arrived on the scene. There were a few faces he remembered from somewhere and Noxa or all people had also made her way unto the scene. The most prominent of the faces that stood out however was Retsu, it had been some time since they last met, but Namorel still carried a minor grudge against the arcosian. A voice, a rather familiar voice rang in his mind; it was Celmaru and was essentially making his occupation of the area present to him and apparently Noxa, telling them to keep the fact of his presense a secret. Shortly after the man they had gathered around introduced himself and the reason he had alerted them all to this area, for a tournament. Namorel liked the idea dna stood eagerly by to see what procedures may follow up into this tournament. The thought of getting to watch others sparring in a ring would offer him the ample opportunity to study the various fighting forms these differnet fighters might use.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 13:40:57 GMT
Noxa had grown very involved within the scene at hand. She wasn’t a petty woman — or at least she didn’t think so, but this guy had gotten her all riled up for nothing! She definitely, at the very least, hoped to get an apologize or an explanation. Maybe both. However, something took Noxa's mind away from this sham.
Noxa felt another familiar ki approaching from some ways off. It triggered a few good memories for the Bio Android; the sudden smell of pina-colada and vodka seemingly wafting through the woman’s mind. A soft smile broke over her features, completely overriding the irritation she felt towards the man who powered up here. Noxa resisted the urge to look back, call out to Shemha, and wave, grinning like an idiot; instead, Noxa held her composure as best as she could.
The arrival of yet another super powered challenger made Noxa so very glad she had NOT just made a fool of herself. The sensation of the ki was one she had grown familiar to; Celmaru had arrived. Maybe the sensation of the building energy had set something off in his mind as well. When he spoke, however, it caused Noxa to grow a little grump.
Was he here to ‘watch over her’? Just because he had an archangel’s glow doesn’t mean he was her guardian — Noxa didn’t need help! Although… Maybe this is part of the training. The possibility he was here to criticize her abilities instead of giving her a helping hand made the situation a little better.
The scarlet-haired woman simply gave Celmaru’s cloaked form a passing glance; she would treat him like the other figures she didn’t know. Noxa may be eccentric and a little bit of an airhead, but when needed she was an amazing actress.
As the powering stranger began to relax Noxa did not; this could still go sour at any second. The man, however, seemed to be rather polite. He introduced himself as royalty — a delusional one at that.
“Honey moon?” Noxa asked, “What the hell is wrong with you? This planet’s natural satellite is clearly rock! Even I know that! Do you honestly think there are enough bees on Earth to make a moon out of honey?” The woman shook her head, smirking at this clod's delusions.
Noxa cocked her head over to the Namekian, greeting Namorel as he arrived, “Can you believe this guy? He must bee out of his mind.” Another power level, however, made itself noticeable. A delightful breeze rolled through the cityscape, rustling the woman’s red mane; it hid her groan of displeasure. Great. Another Arcosian — just what this place needed: more changelings.
There was another power level just wonder — a ki signature Noxa did not recognize. It must have been from a species still foreign to her. Either way, she didn’t much turn to inspect it. She simply crossed her arms beneath her sizable bosom. Her legs crossed as she reclined back in the air, ‘sitting’ as though she were leisurely laying on a couch, legs over a mountain of cushions.
Yes, this could have still been a trap. Yes, these gathering goons could have all been minions of some shadow agency trying to cause trouble.But what the hell did Noxa have to worry about? Celmaru was here; Namorel was here; she was here: the super-awesome trifecta had already been decided! If this was a trap then these guys played themselves!
“Yeah, I’ll definitely join this ‘tournament’ thing.” The woman knew full well what the word was — her imprinting having covered the subject thoroughly.
“Is there a prize? Something for us to have a reason to join, aside from sport?” Noxa didn’t really need zeni. As far as she cared Noxa was more than happy mooching off of Dirty Dan forever, but if she was to join this thing she hoped it would at least be a little more interesting than ‘fighting for fun’.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 11, 2016 2:51:10 GMT
Slowly and with drink in hand, Shemha ascended towards the commotion above the city. The man whose signature drew her in the first place most definitely appeared to be the center of attentions. Around him others gather, varying in power level and race, Shemha found herself increasingly interested in what this was all about. As she continued to drift closer, she offered a small smile to the two she knew, Noxa and Namorel both individuals she had met before. Polara was someone the Majin knew as well, but the two hadn’t exactly met on good terms. Nothing violent took place between them, but she had disturbed the general’s peaceful time in the woods. Apologies had been made, yet how much weight those carried she wasn’t truly sure.
Shemha found herself more casual than normal, straw to her lips as she took another sip of her drink. It occurred to her that Noxa might think it alcoholic and the Majin some sort of fiend when it came to spirits, but it was far from the truth.
Soon after her arrival the reason for Tourit’s attention grabbing increase in power was in order to do exactly that, grab attention. On his honeymoon, a concept that Noxa was clearly unfamiliar with, he was looking for something to compliment his vacation on Earth. The fact he thought a tournament would make his honeymoon all the more enjoyable was odd, but the Majin rarely judged.
”I would definitely be interested if I am allowed to join and I too am curious if there is any type of prize or if this will just be to test out skills against others. Either way my interest remains.” Straw to her lips once more she drew in a large mouthful of the delicious beverage. Today was turning out to be rather interesting even if unpredictable.
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Post by Rafar on Sept 11, 2016 3:24:21 GMT
Two new fighters, Retsu and a Sabiaman had arrived in the short time since the human's announcement. They added to what seemed to be a interesting encounter to say the least. The area was covered with fighters of all shapes, sizes and power levels. He recognized only Polara and Retsu out of the bunch. He shot Retsu an innocent look when the Arocsian called to him, "Me Retsu? I just got all the scouter notifications that popped up and decided to check it out, I have no idea what 'trouble' your talking about." He smiled almost mischievously as he said this, chuckling softly, needling the Arocsian lord was always fun. His attention, however, was sharply drawn towards the demonic human as he decided to speak to the crowd assembled. "A tournament? Sounds interesting, I'll definitely join. Just mark me down as a Sayian please, I'm not a human." He swished his tail in front of his body as proof of his claim, though his action might upset some of those present.
The idea of a martial arts tournament was definitely a popular one, with most of those assembled volunteering almost immediately. Rafar's eyes traveled slowly over each fighter, depressing the button on his scouter as he went. If he had to decide, he would say the most dangerous ones were Retsu and that Bio-Android. Restu had his higher forms to increase his power, while the bio-droid edged out in pure power! He couldn't be sure though some of the fighters could be suppressing their true strength. What was utterly apparent however, was that he was by far and away the weakest fighter present. Polara was the closest to him, and she had kicked his ass pretty easily. He needed to become much stronger before the tournament began, if he had any chance of even putting up a good show.
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