Viktara
Rising Soul
PL: 29,774
Battle Spirit (x4)
Zeni: 7,000
Tag: @onyxleo
OOC Name: Onyx
Posts: 73
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Post by Viktara on Oct 4, 2016 17:08:31 GMT
Viktara ignored both Carva’s advances, and the growing tensions between the men behind her as she stared down the Irish bartender. Once witnessing the man spinelessly quiver and shake before her, the larger woman let out a throaty chuckle as she watched him make his hurried escape back to the cradled embrace of another woman. “HAH! See that? that’s the power of a Her-” the woman sighed and shook as her eyes landed on the brawling me.
Ignoring their scuffle entirely, she would plop back down into her seat and enjoy another cool glass of her whiskey. On most nights she would have readily jumped right into the middle of the fight, but tonight that would have gotten into her drinking time. She also didn’t feel like getting kicked out again and spend another hour searching for bars, so for now she was simply a spectator. “Careful boys, y’all might hurt yourselves!” she chuckled again before taking another sip.
Soon, she was interrupted yet again by the same woman who the bartender had fled to. She grinned at the sight of him, still cradled in her arms like a child. She really must have did a number to that guy.
The woman laughed along with the red-haired vixen as she corrected her assumption without Viktara even needing to speak up.
“Well you’re right about one thing, but… Kin? Sorry honey, I ain’t got a clue what you are, but…” She let out a short, dismissive snicker as she eyed the not-blue, not-orange haired woman up and down. “You definitely ain’t no Heran.”
(Sorry for the brief post, figured I made you guys wait long enough! xP)
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Post by Gekido on Oct 4, 2016 22:30:10 GMT
Gekido began to laugh as he saw carva puff up, as he spoke falling him tin can over and over agian. He couldn't help it, the saiyan was getting so worked up, because he was not taking him seriously. He just couldn't gekido could not take this man seriously if it was the last thing he could do. Just because the Saiyan was powerful didn't mean he had any right to step on Gekido pride, he'd rather be dead then let that happen. So he stood his ground before the saiyan launched himself forward gekido eyes widening with surprise before the saiyan hand wrapped around his throat they tumbling around on the floor.
He felt himself being pulled to the ground the saiyans hand around his neck he coughing looking in the eyes of the Saiyan while the man energy blade was pointed towards him. He looked calm as ever as the man spat at him with pure rage, telling him to show some respect but Gekido just looked at him with annoyance "How can you rip my heart out if you have a blade pointed at him and one arm around my neck." He joked looking at him in the eyes "I can't respect you, i can't respect a man who gave away his flesh for artificial strength, i find it absolute disgusting, pretty sure you held none for me so i'll hold none for you." He looked him right in the eyes no fear, just pure rage, this man was so strong yet he gave away his flesh just so he could have for a shortcut in power, how cowardly was this saiyan. Though the appropriate title would of been tin can, cause at this point it seemed the man was leaking out, fueled by a rage that gekido could give two shits about.
"Yah she not my wife i don't even know her, just another heran stronger then me, too or at least by her claim, i can't sense ki nor do i have a scouter." He then turned his gaze back on carva looking him dead in the eyes. "You got your pride and i got mine i will never surrender to your demands, i can't respect you if you can't respect me so if you want me to apologize like some baby you got to first, got that." He said pressing his arms up as he felt some air leaving his throat, he could barley brave, but if the man was going to kill him, he'd have to blast him off, But he needed to focus on breathing. His eyes darted around the room, he unsure what he would do. The saiyan was stronger then he was, alot stronger, it didn't seem like he was going to get away.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 23:41:28 GMT
The female Heran’s dismissive nature was more than understandable; after all, Noxa lacked the aesthetic quality that often separated Herans from the rest: teal skin, orange hair, and an aura of foul spirits. Actually, Noxa might very well have that last one after how long she’d been drinking.
“Well, you are right, to a degree; I’m part Heran — not purely Heran, A hybrid, kind of.” Noxa noted, informing the other amazon as to her status. To backup her claims Noxa’s form began to shift; her supple skin gaining a pigment of lush green and just a dash of blue mixed in; her hair’s scarlet gleam turning into a bright, saturated orange. In reality, this only proved that Noxa was capable of shapeshifting, but she hoped that the stark reality of things would be overlooked by the other woman.
“W-woah…” Groaned out the man which the Bionic Amazon still held in her embrace. “I-I think I’ve been working too long.” There was an attempt to rub his eyes, but the tightness of Noxa's cradling grip kept him from moving his arms. Derek figured he must have gotten some kind of contact high from working such a long shift — he must have been seeing things if the woman’s flesh had just changed hues.
“No, you’re fine.” Noxa explained, “It’s just something I can do.”
Derek, struggling to crane his head up enough — to look past the mound in her chest — mumbled something. Just what he said was lost to Noxa; her attention now else where. Whatever he had said was likely something about not understanding a damn thing ki users were capable of.
Then came the words of the other Heran — the male, which caused Noxa’s brow to twitch in a touch of irritation. “Oi! Go back to being choked!” She exclaimed, “Don’t split your attention like tha; the more you talk the more pressure he can put on your throat! You’ll get your trachea crushed if you don't focus on that chokehold!”
Her head shook slowly, silently judging the Heran for his lack of foresight. If this mountain of a man truly wanted him dead the Heren’ head would likely have popped off like a doll’s — so it made no sense for him to keep antagonizing the saiyan.
Although there was another matter to discuss; they were inside of a bar, filled with people. The now-orange-haired vixen wasn’t sure how powerful the cyborg was, but it was clear that whatever power his power level was it was leagues above the male Heran. And, considering even the weakest ki users were capable of fantastic feats, Noxa decided to impart a bit of wisdom.
“You know, we should all probably take this outside — especially if you plan to fight. I don’t know about you, but I would hate to have to deal with law enforcement putting my identity out in public. It’s not fun being ran out of a city — or a world; trust me.”
“W-why?” The mustachioed barkeep found himself mumbling, “D-don’t tell me you’re an outlaw; I don’t think I can be employed by an outlaw!”
“Why not? My zeni is as good as anyone else's, isn't it? Why would which government of which planet wanting me dead matter?” She mumbled in a half-hearted rhetorical question. Her golden gaze found itself looking down at him, her tender fingers caressing his head; talons metallic weaving between his well-kept hair. To her dismay — and entertainment — only a long chain of whines and groans came. It was clear Landy wasn’t keen on his employment opportunity now, but something told Noxa that he simply couldn’t say no to that kind of money.
Noxa, temporarily pushing her bartender out of mind, found herself focusing one more on the two brawling men below her.
“If you two continue to escalate this the police will likely be called, and we will all likely get a ton of crap for it… Why not solve this with a fist fight outside? Or something innocuous, like a drinking competition?” She suggested just as her flesh and hair returned to their natural state.
A yawn escaped the woman, whose legs stretched out into the air. The lounging progenitor seemed to now be completely unaffected by the atmosphere of violence and worry around her. There had been a bit of a ‘jump’ at first — something about the prospect of violence having gotten her Heran side excited… But that excitement died down quickly enough; this was just a bar brawl with no real stakes on the line.
Then, the vixen whose scantily-clad limbs returned to their position — right knee folded over her left leg — decided to turn around in her hovering seated position. A quick survey of the crowd’s concerned faces told Noxa exactly how things would go down; ki users were already considered trouble — fighting ki users meant collateral damage. There was no question about this; if their little scuffle escalated the bar would be evacuated and the authorities would be contacted.
Noxa made a note to leave before anything went too far south; the last thing she needed was for her face to be on every television set in this city.
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Post by Carva on Oct 9, 2016 16:19:54 GMT
Carva wasn't just an android. His remains had been perfectly preserved following is death at the hands of Doctor Breech. Upon his revival, a forced one to say the least, he would find most of his organic components to be intact. Only after his revival, he'd been made bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter. Gekido would notice that despite Carva's size, his weight would feel like twice that of a man his size. This was likely due to the Yesir coated bones under his flawless skin. The man was perfect...and took pride in this fact.
Hearing Noxa's words flowing through the air like a hot knife meant to cut through butter, Carva's processors would work fast. He still retained his pride and rage from his previous form and would sometimes fight with them to maintain public appearances. After all, he didn't need trouble. Noxa was right. And besides, the Saiyan Alpha Male in him needed favourable attention from the ladies.
Carva would release his grip on the Heran's throat and his hand would move down to Gekido's, grabbing it and pulling the blue alien to his feet. He'd pat Gekido on the shoulder, a little hard mind you, and pull him in for a...what did those college students he killed call it? Ah yes...a big ol' "bro hug". "Oh, I apologize for that. Sometimes the drink gets the better o' me, Gekido." He didn't SOUND drunk. He wasn't yelling, his voice as cool as ice. But still, he pulled Gekido in for another big hug...but...his grin would dissappear, and he whispered to Gekido. "One day, your mouth is going to overload your ass and there won't be spectators around, so..." an evil grin appeared, a devilish twinkle in his eye. "...I'll break you like an old toy."
Carva laughed heartily as if he'd just told the funniest joke in the history of jokes! He patted the Heran on the back, one more with more force than was needed. Yet it seemed like friendly pat on the back to anyone watching as his ki was unreadable.
And with that, Carva would adjust his shades and roll his neck, cracking his metallic bones. The handsome but deadly SaiyAndroid would stride over to the bar and once again address Viktara, who's attention had fallen on other things. "I am ever so sorry about that. I told him, sometimes the drink gets the better of me. I thought he'd spoken ill of my mother, and as you know..." He smiled. "...you never insult a man's mother."
His amber gaze would fall on Noxa and he'd bow slightly at the waist, showing the tact of a gentleman. "An apology to you as well, Miss. I will do my best to control my temper from now on." He shot her a charming smile, then looking at the frightened spectators, would go for public image. "Next round of drinks is on me!" This would be the first time he'd raise his voice since his outburst. The spectators would look a bit apprehensive at first, but soon Noxa's bartender, Landy and the barkeep behind the counter would be bombarded with orders.
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Post by Gekido on Oct 19, 2016 4:32:01 GMT
since your putting this up i'll take powerlevel
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Post by Fleece on Oct 21, 2016 22:58:06 GMT
Carva you gain 3374z! 2,348+3374= 5,722z Gekido you gain 3,873pl! 3873+10,383= 14,256pl Viktara you gain 4,641pl! 14,803+4641= 19,444pl @noxa repost in ttg if you return.
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Post by Etoru on Nov 30, 2016 20:05:01 GMT
You've earned 2,934 PL! 2,934 + 212,396 = 215,330
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