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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 17:37:45 GMT
Turtle PizzaPower level: 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220 Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555 Satan City was a wonderful place to live, albeit the lively nature of the metropolis really paled in comparison to the south side of the world. Something about the seaside nation really struck a chord with Noxa; ever since her evolution she had been able to be more aware of the natural beauty of everything around her. She was still able to close her eyes and picture the desolate sand sea of Zilyana. A lifeless husk of a world in comparison to Earth. It really made her envy humans — having this blue marble as the cradle to their species. A world filled to the brim with breath-taking sights and a biome that in its natural state thrived upon natural law.
It was in her south-bound wandering that the Bio Android stumbled upon the derelict temple. She looked up to see writing she was familiar with — kanji.
“Turtle?” Noxa wondered aloud, her eyes fixing onto the overtly orange color scheme that she found a tad bit repulsive.
It had only been about four hours since sunrise, yet the evolved Bio-Android had been on the prowl for hours. A certain red-headed virago wandered about, tasting and sight seeing as she fully immersed herself in southern culture. Noxa had already spent plenty of time out here, so she figured a small detour within this mysterious building wasn't likely to set her back too much. There was still plenty of time to kill before the beaches — the primary reason for her southbound descent — began to bustle. Having made up her mind Noxa began to ascend the steps towards the dojo, her coat billowing alongside a picking up breeze.
With her entrance the woman left the door agape; it was left open. This, in turn, allowed plenty of light from the gray, overcast day to shine through into the abandoned locale. Within the dojo, there was clearly a harsh contrast to expectations. Inside was far more ‘touched up’ than the outside. It seemed that this place had been recently been given some loving after a long time of neglect.
“Hello?” Echoed Noxa’s voice through the spacious interior.
Nothing seemed to call back to her, which, of course, to Noxa meant she had every right to go spelunking. It seems the light sources had been fixed up — as Noxa flicked on a switch a bulb would snap to life without much resistance. Layering dust, as one would expect, wasn’t anywhere to be seen; a cleaning frenzy had taken place, that much was clear… Although there was still plenty of boxes about. Approaching one, Noxa found herself crouching while fleshy fingers tugged at the cloth of the same horrid orange as before.
Unraveling from its container was a long, flimsy cloth of contrasting orange and blue. Noxa’s face contorted in a judging sneer — who in their right mind would wear something as clownish as this? A stifling chortle was given; there was even the same cheesy ‘turtle’ insignia written on the back and left breast!
'Only a true jester would dare adorn these garbs!'
Noxa sat at the corner of the dojo, her eyes scanning a scroll depicting some form of ki-based saucer attack. The curious bio instantly recognized the overall design; it was the same ki-pizza one of the golden warriors had used in the battle for Satan City. Unfortunately, these were simple illustrations and had little instruction as to how to actually perform the attack. The woman scratched at the brightly-colored orange gi that covered her body — her first, scantily-clad form now present beneath the turtle gi. Noxa's carapace, being spiky and rough, had gone as far as to tear her new uniform in a few places — namely the right shoulder and near her heels.
A gi, off by her side, laid in tatters; the distracted redhead, since she desired an armband as well, tore it to shreds in order to make herself a makeshift arm bandanna. Around her were vague pictures of other techniques as well; one looked like a standard beam, while the other looked far more interested, though her utmost focus was set on that of the ki-pizza.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 1, 2016 6:41:51 GMT
"SNNNNNNRRRRK- ....pfffffckah. HngGGggh-Ppbhwwpphhh...."This is the impossibly raucous snore that a certain couple had to deal with for nine hours. A specific hybrid warrior, meanwhile, found little use tolerating this intruder's subconscious behavior. It was only a mere matter of time prior to the hybrid's brisk exit. There was a goal to achieve soon regardless; repair and clean the Turtle School. That facility was held little activity, and the hybrid was determined to change that. The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield, the newfound Turtle Master, stuffed several capsules within his pockets as he prepared to take flight. Nearby, the seaweed woman Phae Waterfield, the snoring intruder's previous guardian, scrambled to evade this outrageous din. "Take me with you, husbaaaand!"
"Don't have to ask!"The hybrid once again experienced the sensation of another atop his back. An erupting aura thrusting outwards from Celmaru, the two shot off into the distance. It was then that the slumbering ancient's visage dissipated into raw energy; the unbridled Ki flying off in a similar direction. The couple would surely meet that ancient soon enough, albeit finally awake.
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The appearance of the Turtle School couldn't be any better. Despite its currently underused mien, both Celmaru and Phae couldn't stand to bear any more of their intruder's snoring. The minuscule structure of the scroll storage was seemingly vacant; as it was once found by the hybrid. Unfortunately, there was a Ki signature emanating from within. This signature, to the hybrid's brief dismay, was extremely familiar.
"Of course Noxa decided to poke around where she never should."
"Noxa is in the School?"
"...Unfortunately so."
"Ah! This would be a wonderful chance to spread the word of the Turtle School's activity!"
"By giving out their techniques to someone who can never keep their mouth shut?"
"You're making too many assumptions, Celmaru."
A light pout would protrude upon the seaweed woman's facial features as the two descended. Celmaru could only bring himself to sigh, yet there was a point made from Phae. However, there was some Noxa Control to be done, and the hybrid wasn't going to hesitate with it. With the seaweed woman sliding off his back, her toes never to touch the soil, the hybrid husband approached the Turtle School's alternate grounds.
'Please don't punish her, husband.'
'She'll get what she deserves for trespassing without my knowledge. These grounds hold the texts for the school's techniques. They shouldn't be open for someone such as Noxa to simply take hold of so unceremoniously.'
'...At least keep her intact...'
'I wasn't planning on brutalizing her, trust me. I have something a bit different in mind.'
Standing within the wide entryway, the hybrid's peripheral vision beheld the sight of torn Turtle Dogi.
'...Tisk tisk, Noxa.'
This telepathic message towards the scarlet Bio-Woman was the only speech that was utter mentally. Taking a brisk leap, sidestepping before the reading Noxa, a golden hue of sparking energy formed around the hybrid's palms. Clasping his hands together, a spark of electricity ringing outward, another leap was attempted. A backwards leap, to be specific. A familiar white aura would envelop Celmaru within this process; his strength increasing fourfold.
"Has anyone ever told you that it isn't wise to trespass?"
Thrusting his palms towards the foolish Bio-Android, two streaks of pure electricity was unleashed upon Noxa. Celmaru's Ki, transmuted into a power akin to the thunderous form of plasma, was now within the form of one of the Turtle School's own techniques. The-
"Thunder-Shock Surprise!"
A thunderous rumble would occur, a violent surge of stimulating Ki jerking about as it approached its target. The previously pure gold hue of the hybrid's palms would shift into a partially green shade...albeit still a majority of it remaining golden. If the hybrid was successful in regards of connecting the technique, an immense influx of raw electric force would forcefully introduce itself with Noxa's nervous system. Despite it likely doing no legitimate damage; it was bound to feel like a living hell.
Thread PL: 337,193 Trained Potential activated! PL is now 1,348,772! Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 84,298 Thunder-Shock Surprise [SU] has been revealed! Potential PL: 1,348,772! (This will not damage Noxa...however it will hurt like hell, due to the technique's nature) @noxa
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 21:33:08 GMT
There was only time for Noxa to look up at the sensation of her teacher’s arrival. Only a fragment of thought was given before Celmaru’s hybrid attack of ki and electricity found itself coursing through Noxa’s body. Her face, relaxed and devoid of expression, was instantly contorted into something of agony. A wicked wail washed overhead; Noxa’s lungs emptying themselves as the unexpected current rendered her incapable of much else.
‘Thump’, came the sound of her body slumping down atop the tattered remains of another turtle gi. Overloaded with energy, her muscles were oddly unresponsive. They felt heavy, as though all her ATP had been consumed, leaving the woman feeling as though every inch of her vessel had suffered an intense lactic acid build up.
She had fallen on her left arm, chin and left cheek resting on the floor as she took in labored breaths. Noxa’s body was now beginning to slick with sweat; it was convinced it had just suffered through an hour of conditioning. Limp laid her hair over her form, blanketing most of her form — reaching past her curled-up legs and her blue training boots.
From between the red veil of hair a singular xanthic gaze, dazed and unfocused, looked yonder to Celmaru. A soft flush was prominently displayed on her cheeks, though it could easily have been interpreted as a reaction from her biology; an attempt at dealing with sudden electrocution and its aftermath.
“W-what was that for…? W-what are you even doing here?” Croaked a groggy voice that squeezed out in between panting breaths. The original experience had been painful enough, but it hurt in a way so pleasant that the idea of being mad was simply not present.
Incapacitated and in the afterglow of pleasurable pain, Noxa found herself mostly unable to do much, other than listening to the thundering clamor of blood rushing past her ears. A vague memory of Celmaru’s words slowly rose from the heavy mental fog that came with this encumbered state — some sort of comment about ‘trespassing’.
“I-I didn’t do anything!” Whined the floor huger, “T-this place is totally abandoned, s-so I wanted to investigate…!”
Struggling to find focus her gaze slid over to a figure just behind Celmaru. Its quiet nature was tell-tale enough, so Noxa spoke up despite her unfocused eyes unable to really make out the features of the silhouette.
“G-good morning to Ph-phae.” Came another moaning mumbled, though this one was aimed at Celmaru’s companion.
It took some moments, but eventually the feeling in her limbs returned; they still felt like lead, but lead that she was able to move, even if slowly. A wobbly struggle was given and the fallen Amazon returned to her feet. Off to her side what she was reading was still visible; some innocuous illustrations of the Kienzan — nothing that held any meaningful knowledge.
Standing once more allowed the woman to try and shake off the feeling of dead weight that had become of her limbs. Noxa’s voice, now even, yet still winded, posed yet more questions to her sensei.
“What are you doing here anyway? Were you also wandering through the Southern Capitol — heading for the beach and then sensed my presence?”
With that posed the woman resumed to attempt and re-calibrate her form; going as far as to begin stretching. Fingers interlocked before reaching up to the ceiling as her entire lithe figure pulled onto itself. Once again imbued with life, her scarlet mane wasn’t too different. It, too, began to writhe once more, expanding outward as though Noxa faced a roaring tempest.
Then, as though she was suddenly reminded of another missing presence, the woman snapped back into her normal posture, eyes widened with surprise; she couldn’t believe she hadn’t yet asked this one!
“H-hey, where is the other guy? Did he go home? I thought he wanted to fight me or something.” A cocky grin splayed itself over the girl’s visage, tugging at her lips while her hands folded under the enormous, orange-clad chest. “He chickened out, didn’t he?”
There was a cheeky note to her tone; this time, she knew very well what she was doing — she understood Taveon’s power was leagues above her own, so naturally the idea he ‘chickened out’ was off the table. For once, Noxa had purposefully played a jovial social card. The silyl smirking grin faded quickly, however; a thought rung out within her head.
‘Can you hear me?’ Noxa asked.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 3, 2016 1:46:51 GMT
The hybrid's palms receded as he gazed upon the fallen Noxa. An odd plethora of perspiration and limp locks of hair was notable as the scarlet-haired Bio-Android rested there; forcing out gasps of air. As the Bio-Woman brought forth the inquiry as to why, Celmaru shoved his palms into his pockets.
"This isn't exactly public knowledge, but you're invading the facility that was succeeded from the previous Turtle Master. And I did that for the simple, obvious reason."
"That obvious reason didn't require such a painful method of punishment."
The seaweed woman had spoken up, a lightly furrowed brow. Such irritated facial expressions were nigh-foreign to the hybrid; and it was if they tainted her pristine facial features. The previously visible pout had swelled from her husband's recent action, and Celmaru felt immediate discomfort over such a gaze.
"Have you not thought that she didn't know what the state of the Turtle School was?"
"...."
The given oversight was entirely plausible. The possibility of this being completely true irritated the hybrid; he wasn't used to facing such miscalculations. It wasn't comfortable, it wasn't preferable. The hybrid folded his arms across his chest, gazing towards the ceiling to mull over what he was told. Noxa stammered in protest, claiming she did nothing worth punishing. Celmaru separated his lips to speak in a retort, however Phae floated towards the recently evolved being; crouching to approach her gaze.
"You certainly did not; it was likely only an innocent mistake. And only a slight omission could only be found from my husband at the moment, dear~"
"Hmmmmph."
An elongated grunt emanated from Celmaru as he turned; taking several steps away.
"Good morning to you too, Noxa~! Hopefully you can still stand..."
The seaweed woman shifted her cranium in concern, her gaze tilted. Phae would begin to float back for a moment, returning to her upright position. Allowing the Bio-Android space to stand, Noxa's process of doing so was rather lax and prolonged. Resting her palms atop her seaweed "clothing", each digit folded neatly betwixt one another, the seaweed woman approached Noxa once more.
"Oh! You've donned a little Turtle Dogi~! You look nice, Noxa~"
The seaweed woman, despite what she had said, proceeded to attempt at dusting off her husband's student. It was then that Noxa's following inquiry captured Celmaru's attention; his mulling ceased for the time being.
"I don't go to beaches for no particular reason, and I don't just conveniently find you most of the time."
"...I'm the new Turtle Master."
"Indeed so."
A light grin would tug at the seaweed woman's lips as she took a few floating steps away from the scarlet-haired Bio-Android. The hybrid pursed his lips briefly as he took a brisk stride towards a nearby table. This very table was the same one that previously held the utmost abundance of Turtle scrolls; most strewn about carelessly and dust circulated incessantly throughout the rooms.
"And this place seems so abandoned due to the previous students' lack of diligence towards their respective School. Their lacking loyalty eventually left this place in such a state. Yet, since I've taken it upon myself to at least clean this facility, I bet some rash student will come after me for the position of 'Turtle Hermit'."
Staring upon the currently rolled up scrolls and texts, each stacked atop another or even laid flat atop the table. Unfortunately, as if one cue, once Noxa mentioned the hybrid's supposed ancestor; a sudden, violent spark of energy lashed out at Celmaru. The hybrid could only flinch as two beings sprung out of a portal-esque perimeter.
"ALRIGHT-! Watch out commin' through with a thing!"
"Eh?!...Oh my, er..."
Muffled outcries, most likely extreme curses, could be audible from the hybrid as two figures toppled over him. A cloud of both dirt and dust enveloped the two figures as they seemingly clashed. One wore a brown coat, and had rather dark locks of hair; even a familiar beard. The opposing figure, beginning to take the clash off of the hybrid, was visibly akin to a stark-naked creature. It had a thin veil of dark Ki circulating its limbs, a grotesque set of facial features accompanied this creature.
"Sonuva- You little-!"
"REEEEEEEEEEEEET!"
"STOP MAKING A SAIBAMAN IMPRESSION!"
As soon as the clashing pair eventually rolled off of Celmaru, another portal-esque perimeter formed, and they disappeared. The hybrid didn't have long to register what had just occurred; as another round of this pair's boisterous antics transpired once again. Once again, a perimeter of raw energy formed, this time from the farthest corner of the room. The Family Ancient Taveon Waterfield repeated his recent action of combating the grotesque creature; grunts and swears alike converging together as they lashed at one another. Another circular entrance appeared as they vanished once more.
"...The hell is happening?"
"I...am unsure of it myself."
"Since when did Taveon get here? He was sleeping at home."
"Oh no...I believe I remember what he could have done..."
"Wha-"
The pair returned the hybrid's collapsed frame as they tussled with one another. Celmaru flailed his arms about, more muffled outcries and curses alike abound. The two rolled about rather sluggishly, eventually only partially flopping off the hybrid. It didn't appear for this to cease anytime soon, with Phae simply staring at this spectacle, and Celmaru simply given up immediately on moving among this mess. One could wonder what Noxa thought of this odd encounter.
Taveon is back! He's brought a vicious little Bakhtak with him! Taveon's PL: 2,240,000!
Bakhtak's PL: 1,769,600!
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 2:50:11 GMT
The little grooming gesture from Phae was more than welcome; it was a first for Noxa. It took her a moment to understand why the seaweed woman dusted her off, but when it all clicked the redhead was left with an embarrassed simper on her lips. She was also told she ‘looked nice’. Noxa was no stranger to others commenting on her appearance, but often it wasn’t anything she cared to hear — or from anyone she cared to hear from.
“If this means you’re the new Turtle teacher does this mean I am also an official Turtle student?” Noxa wondered, finding a sudden keen interest in that possibility.
It wasn’t until the sudden influx of two more presences that Noxa found herself amused. Taveon, the stranger she hardly had time to mingle with from her previous training session with Celmaru, was here! Good; she almost regretted the fact that they hardly had time to properly be introduced to one another — something about his eccentric personality really sparked something with Noxa… Something she missed the first time around and only realized in retrospect.
The virago couldn’t help but find herself laughing up a storm. The confusion generated between the trio — it was a riot! What really brought the redhead glee was the fact of her sensei’s complacency; something she never thought she would live to see — the almighty hybrid lay down and surrender. Taking a step forward, Noxa fully considered lurching forward; placing herself in the midst of that ball of dust and flailing limbs, but something else caught her attention before she could do so.
Keen senses allowed the vermilion progenitor to catch the lingering scent of wet fur — that set off a few alarms within her. Noxa, who had so far been too ‘distracted’ to notice the sudden arrival of her acquaintance, turned away from her teacher’s own dilemma . Cocking her head to the side the amazon glanced over at the little scroll she had been fawning over just moments ago.
The scroll was no longer on the floor; the illustrations now had been rolled up into a scroll and laid between the fangs of a dog — a giant dog. Sitting in front of the termagant was the pupper; his sitting stature was at near Noxa’s height — somewhere at the 5’9” mark.
With his white, fluffy fur the little demon looked as innocuous as one could get, but Noxa knew of his antics. The redhead had no idea how Mr. Floofs got inside the dojo without passing through the front door... Regardless, her xanthic gaze found themselves peering at the big, innocent face of the dog and his slightly-wagging tail that brushed away at the floor with the same effectiveness as a mop.
“Mr. Floofs, no — give me that; this isn’t the same as running off with a skeleton’s leg! These scrolls are actually important!”
With a quick swipe of her hands, Noxa found herself gripping at the scroll, tugging one way as the ivory fluffball leaned back in his seat, growling with a touch of animosity. After all, he had found this thing on the floor; it was his — she could go hunt for her own scroll!
To Celmaru it would be as though someone had tuned a television onto static and pressed it right next to his ear — his telepathic bridge with Noxa was forcibly shut. Chances are he would be left wondering why. The culprit, of course, found himself loudly pronouncing his presence within Noxa’s mind. A high pitch, juvenile voice found itself forming in her head, translating the gruff, high pitch barks that came from the dog.
“Bark!” Everyone else would hear.
‘You smell human! Let go — this is mine! I claimed it!’ Noxa would find seeping into her mind.
Anyone besides Noxa, however, would not be in the mental link; to them, Shnitzel’s parks would be just that — yips and yaps of an overgrown dog.
“No, you didn’t, I got here first, Mr. Floofs!”
Both of the predator’s eyes locked, and for that split second, they both knew what they must do. Noxa leaped back a few feet; the canine newcomer mirrored her actions.
“ROCK!”
“WOOF!”
“SCISSORS!”
“BARK”
A sudden rush of air swept around, sending the tattered remains of the torn gi fluttering in the air. Noxa, suddenly overtaken by the sensation of a challenge, felt all of the sores and aches of her body vanish by the excitement of battle!
A fleshy fist flew upward. A furry paw smashed downward. Meeting in the halfway mark they both stopped. Noxa’s fist — still tightly clutched — represented rock. Shnitzel’s paw, of course, was also interpreted as rock.
“A tie?! You’re good — I'll admit, but I know just what your next move will be!”
‘In your dreams, human!’
“That’s what you think, but I’ll win this round for sure!”
Another bark came in retort. That one visible caused the Bio Woman some irritation. The previous chant was once more reiterated before the participants once more tossed their hands at once another. The same outcome.
“YOU PICKED ROCK AGAIN!? YOU THINK I’M GOING TO CAVE UNDER PRESSURE?! ARE YOU MOCKING ME?!” Demanded Noxa; her voice filled not with rage but with utter disbelief.
“ARF!”
“THE FINAL ROUND!”
‘THE MOMENT OF TRUTH!’ Growled the dog, scroll still in his mouth.
A sonic boom cracked about both of their limbs as they met for the decisive toss. Noxa’s hands float as a board.
“YOU ARE A FOOL, MISTER FLOOFS! YOUR PREDICTABILITY IS YOUR DOWNFALL!”
The corners of the overweight puppy curled upwards as, in the last moment, his claws extended from his hands.
Noxa was dumbfounded by what she saw; he saw through her tactic!
‘SCISSORS!’
Between the two of them grew a silence so dense one would be able to hear a pin drop across the dojo. A phantom breeze ruffled both of their more malleable assets.
“YOU CHEATED!” Declared Noxa, sending her own body against the massive fluffy shape.
“Awwroo?!” Was all the pupper had time to utter before he was tackled.
In a comical display, the confrontation soon became enveloped in a cloud of dust and ki, only the occasional pay, scarlet tendril, and fist flying out temporarily before being pulled back in.
“That scroll is mine! I need to learn that Ki-Pizza!” Exclaimed Noxa, putting her desires and intentions clearly out there for all to know.
“ARF! ARF!” Came the eloquently-worded reply — truly a thought-provoking argument.
“YEAH?! WELL, YOU’RE FLUFFY!”
The cluster of battle slowly began to inch past Phae and towards the developing confrontation between Taveon and his opponent, threatening to merge and further entrench the hybrid.
[ Mr. Floof's Power Level : 10,000 ]
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 6, 2016 23:59:37 GMT
"...Yes, Noxa...you're technically a Turtle Student since you're under my tutelage. That doesn't mean you get to learn what ever you want! If you're to learn anything from me, you're going to be educated in the order as any other student would!"Still lying about atop the floor, the two combating forces finally flopped off the hybrid a second time. The flailing humanoids, each eventually ceasing their strange "rolling", it suddenly came to Taveon repeatedly striking the Bakhtak with basic punches. A brief crack of a slap became audible, then the grotesque reverberation of a punctured torso occurred. Both the hybrid and the seaweed woman shifted their gazes; only to meet the sight of an impaled creature. The ancient, repetitively twitching between the couple's separate gazes, could only bring them a facial expression that could only ask "What?". "...Thanks for adding to the mess, Taveon."
"What? This damned Bakhtak took me here! He's been followin' you for like, DAYS man!"
"..."An oddly judging stare came across the hybrid, the ancient noting this immediately. "I'm serious! This things has been planning to give you nightmares and KILL ya in your sleep!"
"And if that was the case why wouldn't either Phae or I be able to sense him until now?"
"These things escape into the depths of Hell if you either see them, or they fail to kill ya via nightmares. There were roughly three of 'em in the village alone!"
"...Good gods you're starting to sound like Noxa."
"WHAT?! I don't sound female!...Do I?"The couple promptly slapped their own foreheads in Taveon's blissful ignorance. Despite being as aged as he is, even now this ancient would still have specific phrases fly directly over his head. The crimson blood of the defeated Bakhtak began to permeate from its previously occupied corpse; yet a brief puff of pitch-black smoke had the corpse vanish instantly. What was remaining of the mythological creature's existence, of course, left a particularly thick coat of scarlet fluid. "Gah...they don't make this coat a hundred years after my deeaaatth! Dammit!"
"We should be able to wash it, Taveon-"
"You know how easily this shite stains, Phae, come on now."Shifting about repeatedly, both of the male Waterfields finally deciding to rise to their utmost height, it was only Celmaru at first that noticed the massive animal. The hybrid was caught staring, even Phae was fixating her gaze upon this massive puppy. Taveon, meanwhile, was picking at the immense stain of blood upon his right coat sleeve. "The hell is that thing?"
"Oh my, er...domesticated wolves aren't often this large." "Either I'm shorter than I imagined...or that damned creature from before is trying to give me a height complex instead of a nightmare.""STILL COUNTS!"
"....Shut up Taveon."
"Rude."
"You still haven't explained yourself..."
"I'll do that later!"
"You said that twelve hours ago!"
As Noxa and the massive dog, supposedly dubbed "Mr. Floofs", began a seemingly intense game of Janken, Celmaru momentarily glanced at Taveon...albeit that glance was more akin to a glare. Guiding his palm to stand within their gazes, the hybrid motioned towards the dog and Bio-Android. A simple telepathic message was sent to the other, handing an incentive that both would surely enjoy. 'You've desired to fight against someone for a few hours now, yes? Noxa is an able warrior, and she'd likely want to learn from the Turtle School; we also need activity around here to get the school running again officially. How about we combine both?' 'Hm? I fight, you teach?'
'Exactly!'
'Please don't go too far with this, husband. The previous session was enough; bluff or not, a person's life is still fragile.'
'I understand that. Of course, this intruder is the one to fight Noxa, not me.'
"HEY NOXO! Wanna FIGHT?"
'...Close enough.'
"Taveon, please don't overwhelm her."
"No problem, I got this, she'll live, alright come on let's go Noxoro!"The seaweed woman hoped that Noxa wasn't soon going to experience more unnecessary injury, whilst the hybrid only hoped that this failed naming wasn't to soon become a pattern. Releasing an audible sigh, Celmaru turned upon his heel. Stepping along the nearby wall, a wide exit allowed the hybrid to face the outside once again; this time near a familiar arena. This tiled cube of marble-esque material was where Celmaru had found another hybrid Saiyan; Ninjin Nedrag. The previous Turtle Hermit had allowed the new one to succeed the role, leading to where the couple was today...training Noxa again. "Both of you are out here. These grounds are better suited for less bridled combat anyway."
"Yep yep! Come on Noxious!"That blatantly incorrect use of Noxa's name admittedly caught Celmaru off-guard. A stifled, yet audible chuckle escaped the hybrid. 'Taveon, please d-don't do that again.'
'What? You seemed to enjoy that!'
'Just...please don't.'Clearing his throat, forcing away the chuckles, the seaweed woman would approach the massive animal. A light grin tugging upon her lips, her right palm would rise to pat the mammal's cranium. Despite being rather apprehensive towards this dog's unprecedented appearance, Phae was equally willing to make the best of this immensely massive canine. "If you'd prefer something to eat, I recommend you release that scroll betwixt your jaws~"The visage of Phae darkened for a moment, with only a single phrase to be utter prior to returning to normal. "...Unless you want something terrible to happen to you, then please...rip it all up~"
"HEY RED NOX, YOU COMIN'!?"The Waterfield ancient shouted impatiently from the arena, bouncing about repeatedly from foot to foot. Along the furthest corner, near the hybrid where he stood, Taveon's long coat was folded neatly. It was then apparent that Taveon had a collared shirt and vest underneath his coat, his gloves still rather notable. The ancient's fists were firmly clenched; prepared for battle. The bearded individual's toes were tapping the tiles, his feet at a point as he left his forearms at an equal distance. This jittery battle form was oddly suiting for an eccentric person such as Taveon.
"Tell me when you two can begin...and I wouldn't believe that you have much of a choice anymore, Noxa. For once, I apologize for my own mistake."
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 5:26:07 GMT
Confirmation made as to Noxa’s status as a Turtle student came as a pleasant surprise, though as everything else happened that feeling of warmth decayed rapidly. It was a little difficult to hold onto the feeling of honor while you wrestled an 888lb ball of fur. That little wrestling event would continue to roll around the main entrance until Noxa’s name was called; at her being addressed both of the contestants found themselves halting completely. Noxa had a hand at the dog’s throat; the dog had Noxa’s hair between his teeth — truly a standstill.
Noxa turned her head to Taveon just as he addressed her. "HEY NOXO! Wanna FIGHT?" That was the first time.
“It’s Noxa.” The woman corrected herself, squirming from underneath Mr. Floofs. She would dust herself off from his white fur — attempting to head out in public with a clean dogi instead of a dogi riddled with doggy.
Noxa began to follow the spirit man as he beckoned her, calling her out once more. "No problem, I got this, she'll live, alright come on let's go Noxoro!" That was the second time.
“Closer.” Noted the redhead, whose slack features only served to point out how ignorant she was as to his attempts at provocation. “But it’s ‘Noxa’ — with an ‘a’ at the end.”
Mr. Floofs soon snorted, shaking himself off as though he had just stepped out of a pool. Between his massive jaw was still the scroll. He turned to leave only to bump himself up against a seaweed woman. The massive, black puppy eyes looked at her with intrinsic curiosity. Hideaki — the demonic canine’s true name — had visited a beach before; he understood the smell that emanated from this woman. It was seaweed, clearly enough. However, what he didn’t understand is why her figure was so humanoid — or why she smelled of pregnancy.
The pupperino was happy to see that the seaweed woman spoke of food; it lured him into a false sense of security, sending the fluffy tail into a wagging frenzy. Unfortunately for Mr. Floofs it seemed as though that only served to set him up for a bigger scare. Once Phae’s overall figure blackened and her audible threat came through a ‘thump’ of the scroll could be heard hitting the ground, followed by the thumping pitter-patter of paw pads scratching against the dojo floor as Mr. Floofs made his exit.
Back outside the woman retreated herself, coming to find that the skies had become to grow cloudy; the sunshine had been greatly diminished as sunshine struggled to make it through the clouds and their promise of rain.
Noxa would come to correct Taveon twice more by the time that she reached the ring. “Noxa.” She added once more, positioning herself a few dozen feet away from him. The amazon watched as the man bounded up and down on the ring; she wasn’t sure what he was doing.
“Are you dancing or getting ready to fight?” Questioned the termagant. It may have come across as snarky or rude, but in reality Noxa was just confused as to his boxer-like stance.
A soft breeze came to rustle against the group, causing Noxa’s coat length to billow and bend to the breeze. Her scarlet locks, on the other hand, seemed to simply curl and writhe whichever way the pleased — growing agitated at combat’s eve.
Five meshes of hair would stretch away from the vermilion mane. Each outward-reaching strand pulling itself away in a different direction, causing Noxa’s head to resemble a sort of starfish. A black orb with a glowing red edge forming at the tip of each one.
“Annd… Go!” She declared, sending torrents of black and red after the eccentric spirit.
The woman knew that Taveon was at a level that was far above her own; she had hardly a chance at beating him, but if she played her cards right she ought to give him a run for his money!
The volley of ki blasts would be aimed at his body — for the most part. A good chunk of the blasts were focused around his feet and the ground; the redhead’s tactic to create a sort of smokescreen around him. To try and rob his vision as to buy her some time, however, given his power level Noxa was sure that her gambit wouldn’t pay off to the extent she hoped.
Suddenly, the first volley of pelting ki would stop, Noxa allowing ki to build within her body as a menacing pose was struck. The redhead’s hands each came to grip at her her hips, her left leg crossed in front of her right, and the woman’s body leaned just slightly forward. Her pose something akin to a domineering diva.
The build up of ki within her form was beyond evident; the opaque blackness oozed from her, reflecting not the slightest bit of light. Strangely enough, her ki didn’t seem to obscure her form at all, only the reaching edges of her silhouette. The scarlet glow began to build around the edges of the moving darkness.
Much unlike the last time that Noxa charged up an attack her voice would come out evenly despite the gathering of energy.
“Mister Celmaru,” She called, “What’s the objective of this training match? Am I to simply defeat this guy?”
Despite the split in her attention the Virago’s dual colored eyes were keenly focused on Taveon — should he not have yet moved and remained within the dust cloud she had caused.
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Post by Etoru on Nov 30, 2016 19:56:16 GMT
Celmaru you've earned 2,951 PL! 2,951 + 337,193 = 340,144
Noxa you've earned 3,256 PL! 3,256 + 200,904 = 204,160 PL!
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