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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 16:44:34 GMT
 Don't I Know You From Somewhere...?
Power Level 127,185 ; Resonance : 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220
Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555
T4 SHOP: ACTIVE!
Her feet found themselves entrenching against the grainy sands of the beach. The soft, salty breeze of the sea was there, washing over her scantily-clad carapace — kissing her exposed flesh. There was the heat expected from the atmosphere — this was, of course, the southern side of Earth. Craning her head up, to view the blanketing canopy above, Noxa found herself giving a great sigh of irritation. An overcast day that hadn't yet cleared up. That was the reason she felt the lack of warmth — why all she felt was the stifling heat and humidity.
How was she supposed to enjoy a day at the beach without sunshine?
An opaque, black sphere formed within her left hand, its edge being licked with a wicked red aura. One step was taken forward before Noxa hurled the orb as though she were a baseball pitcher. It soared over the beach, reaching out into the ocean before swiftly curving upwards into the heavens. The orb of darkness passed the cloud layer before a violent ‘thump’ rung out from above, dispersing the layer of clouds just enough for crepuscular rays to shine through. Initially, the god rays were wispy and meek; the shafts of light began to open up above the beach, casting light onto a few select portions at first. Soon enough, however, the sky would open up further and bathe the entire city in the vivid sunlight the virago so desired.
This was clearly the best use of her power; self-serving weather changes.
A familiar voice came to Noxa’s mind, translating a gruff, high pitched sound that formed off to her side. It was about damn time! The redhead termagant cocked her head over to see the approach of an old friend — an old friend who didn’t seem to bring what he promised.
‘I keep catching your scent everywhere I go, human!’ Came the voice in her mind.
“ARF!” Would hear anyone not telepathically linked to the 888 pound mountain of adorableness that approached.
Noxa saw a maw agape, panting with a droopy tongue; Noxa saw a sweeping tail that kicked up a bit too much sand every which way it swung. What the woman failed to see was the picnic set up that Mr. Floofs agreed to bring for their little beach day meet up.
“What happened to the food, umbrella, and picnic sheet you said you were going to bring?!” Demanded the amazon, hands gripping at her hips; her heeled feet’s tip impatiently tapping against the sand.
‘I thought the deal was you bring those and I bring the camera, stick, ball, and frisbee.’
“What b-ball!? Stick — what are you talking about, Floofs?! This was meant to be a meeting to eat and play!”
‘And get some photos done for your magazine, right?’ As odd as it was, the puppy’s mug twisted into something unmistakably smug; his head turning just away enough from Noxa to condescendingly look at her with only the corner of his big, dark puppy eyes.
‘Didn’t you just bring me out here because you were too cheap to hire a cameraman? The least you could do is pay me with some fun, human...’
A furious blush formed over Noxa’s cheek. Through all of his barking and ‘woof’ing, there was a tactical genius somewhere in there; Noxa often forgot that. Once again, this ball of adorableness saw through her facade.
Her arms came to cross below her ample chest as a sigh, one more aggravated than the previous, came to depart her.
“So I’m guessing you have the camera at the very least?”
“WOOF!” Came the pupper's response, though this time there was no telepathic message to translate it.
AS though he were soaked and needed to dry himself, the demonic puppy began to viciously shake his fur. Out came a roll of cloth, three frisbees, a large tree branch, a football, a single shoe, and a rather expensive-looking camera.
“Alright, good…”
At the very least he hadn’t forgotten the camera; that would have made this entire getaway utterly meaningless — well, from a financial standpoint anyway.
A few steps taken led Noxa away from the fluff ball. The redhead rose a few feet into the air, surveying the beach; it was relatively empty, again — probably due to the fact it was a workday and morning to boot. Her xanthic / onyx gaze scanned the area; there had to be a few good spots for photos. She didn’t have an artist’s eye, so in reality, she only bothered to look for anything that she could look cool leaning against while till surrounded by sand.
Her form lulled back down, heels sticking into the sand.
“I don’t know; I think I found a little set of stairs and high-raised seat. I might be able to do some stuff there…” Her head turned to address Mr. Floofs directly. “What do you thin--?” The end of that sentence was caught in the throat.
Instead, a frustrated “UGH!” was blurted out. Noxa was left glaring at her companion, who was laid in his back, paws folded over his belly as he snored; peacefully sleeping under the summer sun.
Is this what it felt to be Celmaru? Constantly annoyed because of one thing or another?
Instead of wasting away at an endeavor to wake him up the woman decided to do something else in the meantime. Naturally, her eyes found themselves fixing on the forming, churning, turbulent sea; the most noticeable attraction of this planet that she had yet to experience.
Deciding on all or nothing, Noxa took herself into a full sprint towards the ebb and flow of morning tide. With one mighty leap came a powerful ‘thump’ that kicked buckets worth of sand every which way, sending her form was sent through the air. Her adventures spirit sent sailing past the shallow seabed and cannon-balling right into an area far too deep for her to even feel for the bottom.
With the impact Noxa sunk; her weight and overall shape working to keep her below the water. Salt-saturated water rushed into her nostrils and trachea, sending the woman coughing in repulsion to both the taste and sensation of drowning.
She wasn’t created with any water-based purpose in mind; there was no imprint telling her what to do in this situation. Noxa, forgetting for a split second she could simply fly up, began flailing wildly against the sea — attempting to swim. She had once saw, both on her previous beach trip and tv, humans performing this kind of ritual and successfully traversing through water.
Nicolas Mclendon
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Nicolas Mclendon
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The Hero of the Cosmos: CAPTAIN NOVA!
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on Oct 5, 2016 9:30:02 GMT
"...Annnd welcome back to the coolest station on the South Side: 98.1 The Jet! Featuring your hosts Jay Valentine and Chet Rogers!" Crackled voices escaped the worn speakers of an equally old and weathered hovertruck
as it chugged along through the air. The verbal intro was followed by a cartoon rocket sound effect, an alarm that blared with an 'Oouga!,' and finally a severely misplaced moan of a woman. It was the obnoxious, cringe inducing, try-hard type of thing that one would expect from every 'hip' radio station personality. "Now we've got Jay with the W-W-Weather!" The host's voice was replaced with a stuttering electronic tone which ended with another sound effect (This time rumbling thunder ended by another 'classy' moan)
"I'll tell you Chet, it is not a good day for an outdoorsman today! It's h-o-t HOT! Like my ex girlfriend! Also like my ex, it's dark, muggy, and a complete damper on the day!" The co-host responded in a fake tone of cheer.
"You've got a lot of problems don't you Jay?"
"Yeah that's enough of that." Nicolas said changing the station to a radio station that was actually playing music. He leaned back in the drivers seat of 'The Rust Bucket' (his affectionate name for the old hovertruck) as he looked through the windshield and out into the horizon. The young man was greeted to the sight of one of the luxurious beaches that the South Capital was known for. A sense of excitement fluttered in his heart as the sprawling sight of powdery sands came into view. It had been about a solid year or maybe even two since he had been to the beach. Being raised in a beach town made him take the wonders of just relaxing in the surf and sand for granted for too long, in fact hearing the sounds of waves crashing against the shore filled him with an undeniable sense of nostalgia.A grin crept across the young man's face as he put the peddle to the metal and sped closer to his destination. He was going to have a good day, he could just feel it!
"The beach looks so empty! I bet those clowns on the radio scared everyone off!" Nicolas spoke to himself with a laugh before he stuck his head out the window. He took a moment to let the salty air wash over his face and send his long chocolate locks blowing back in the breeze as he let his gaze wander up to the skies above. His already bright grin expanded further as he witnessed the clouds rapidly evaporate as if to welcome him. "HAHA! I KNEW IT'D CLEAR UP! DESTINY IS GIVING ME THE THUMBS UP! WOO-HO-Oh shit!" Nicolas quickly pulled his head back in to the truck as it started to swerve to the side. His hands latched unto the wheel as he quickly righted the course.
"Hokay, destiny or not still gotta drive. Almosttherealmosttherealmostthere vacation here I coooooome!" He quickly assured himself as he closed the distance to the parking lot. His hovertruck sputtering once or twice before finally coming to a stop.
Nicolas hopped out and stretched as soon as he could! He let out a low groan and rolled his shoulders as his back popped a few times. The trek between the West Capitol and the South Capitol was...Hellish and long! So much so that he sort of wished he could have just flown in his Captain Nova outfit without his truck (or maybe with just his ship!) Though he couldn't have flown carrying all his supplies, it would have looked silly to see a hero with a cooler speeding through the air. (Though people probably wouldn't have seen him if he took his ship...It also wouldn't have taken as long...Shit, why didn't he just take his ship?!) It didn't matter though. He was finally there!
So, clad in a tank top with the 'Serpent Master EX' logo, a pair of tropical themed swim trunks, a pair of flip flops, and his trusty thick framed glasses Nicolas would walk towards the beach. Under one arm was: his cooler stuffed with soda, ice, and snacks, and under the other was: a big beach towel, some sunscreen, and a super dated music player. He was all geared up and ready for a good time to relax, destress, and not even think about his hero business!
At least, that was what he was planning until he heard the desperate struggles and flailing of a sinking bio android who thought it was good idea to get into the water when she didn't know how to swim. It was just gonna be one of those days wasn't it? Nicolas dropped his supplies in a heap as he started sprinting towards the water. "Crap crap crap crap CRAP! HOLD ON!" He yelled out, ripping off his tank top, kicking off his sandals, and tossing aside his glasses before diving into the water.
He didn't waste any time as he swam through the (surprisingly deep) ocean as he cut towards the crimson haired woman. "Hey relax, I'll take you back to shore!" He assured her as he tried to wrap an arm around her slim but incredibly toned waist and swim her back to shore. He let out an audible "Urk!" however, as the lean (but curvy in all the right ways) woman was deceptively heavy! "E-eating rocks is not recommended before you swim!" He grumbled, feeling her slip from his grasp. "Dammit all!" He cursed, letting his true power slip out momentarily as he gained the strength to drag her free from the ocean's grasp and back unto the shore.
He panted, his ki being sealed away as quickly as it flared while he looked down to the amazonian woman. His forest green eyes trailed along the glistening, amethyst carapace before settling on the black and gold hues of her eyes. The lightest hint of a blush kissed his cheeks as he moved his arm away from her hips and to the back of his neck. "T-that was a close one! Are you okay miss?"
Thread PL: 106,607 PL
Suppressed to: 5 PL
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 23:14:11 GMT
The waves that swirled around Noxa, tugging at her form and attempting to tow her beneath the tides were chaotic; unruly and fierce. Rivaling the turbulence of the sea was only the churning emotions within Noxa; the flailing of hair and limb alike served as a perfect analogy as to her emotional state at that moment. The frantic progenitor had enough insight to realize — even as she panicked — that a terrible mistake had been made; the sea was not her friend. The sea, much like a beautiful predator, would have been best admired from a safe distance.
Should she fail to surface, the redhead was not above the idea of blasting herself free from the water. Rendering the immediate vicinity into nothing more than a crater was also not something out of the realm of possibility. The aesthetics of a local landmark were hardly worth a consideration when her well being was at stake.
Through a twist of fate — or forces far more sinister — a form of divine intervention reached out to the woman. Just as her head sunk below the waves; just as a thick density of ki began to build at her feet, ready to do what had to be done, a limb swiftly found itself around her waist. Her senses were all mangled by her battle with Poseidon's domain: eyes shut and stinging; ears clogged and deaf; nose stuffed and tainted by salt. It was for that reason — the lack of ability to analyze her surroundings — that Noxa’s mind began to wander:
Who had come to help her in her time of need?
There was no one around; before her leap into the morning tide, the redhead was sure to have scanned the area for anyone else! Even then, kindness wasn’t necessarily something the bionic amazon had been exposed to very much. So, naturally the idea she had been rescued by a randomly passing good Samaritan was even further devalued.
Only once before had someone stepped in to help her in her time of need, and — as it had been drilled into her head by now — he wasn’t real. At least, that is what Celmaru wanted her to believe.
She didn't care; she knew what happened in Satan City — her faith was her own.
Still, having felt the coil of something around her waist, Noxa instantly assumed the only logical conclusion: her hero today was none other of than Schnitzel! Should the virago's mouth not have been full of salt water high praises would now be rolling across the tumultuous waves. She would be singing her thanks towards her fluffy companion. Since she couldn't, her own thoughts would echo within her mind.
‘Oh, Mr. Floofs; he saved me! I knew bringing the ball of fluff along was going to be a great decision! Once we get to shore I’m going to reward him with all of the stick throws and treats his little over-sized heart desires!’
Despite the hysteria Noxa had just been demonstrating there was still the matter of her ki sense. An extra dimension of perception she had been diligently working at; attempting to hone it to the point where it became second nature. That new layer of perception worked to help Noxa come to the stark realization that her so-thought savior was still at the beach. Mr. Floofs, and his beefy power signature, could still still be felt far back in shore, dozing off above the sun-warmed sands.
The thought of ‘who is it then…?’ was promptly answered. Noxa was just barely able to make out a curse before, pressed up against her body, was a sensation both distant and familiar to her. It caused her heart to flutter — completely skip a beat.
By the time she the duo neared the beach Noxa had already stopped struggling. She was rescued — by a human whose temporary power flare was able to move her weighted form. Her mind ran amok, going wild with the possibilities as to just who could be saving her at that moment. She hoped that, for once, her wildest expectations would be realized; she hoped that whomever it was had been wearing a mask and spandex.
Once upon shore the woman found herself being dragged until her feet hit solid ground. Her heels sunk into the muddy mush of the seabed. Her talons gripping around the man’s torso, smushing their bodies together as she struggled to gain balance as she trotted back to dry land. Her journey would stop just as the water came to about her ankles. With the man’s arm being pulled away, so was Noxa’s. Bending over, grabbing her knees, and letting out a vicious bout of coughing. Once her lungs had been forcibly squeezed dry of all the saltwater she had inhales Noxa found herself straightening up, hand resting over her navel.
Her flesh was laced with the remaining moisture of her little trip into the ocean, was promptly set to dry as her body temperature began to skyrocket thanks to the ki. Steam rose off her form; her scarlet locks intertwined with one another, tightly braiding itself as it wrung itself free of the salt water that had drenched her mane.
Despite her bout of coughing Noxa decided to directly address his earlier questions.
“I’m fine — thanks to you. I’m not used to being shown much charity.” Her tone was low, and her words were carefully spaced; Noxa was careful with what she said.
Her duo-colored gaze narrowed on the stranger. His facial profile fit that of Captain Nova; his voice was within the right range to be altered to fit what she remembered Nova sounded like. Still, she had to be careful with her assumptions — just because this man’s profiling fit what she imagined Nova looked like behind the mask it didn’t mean she should come to that conclusion. After all, the last thing she wanted was to assume every handsome human with brown hair, a beard, and a flare up of power was a 'Captain Nova'.
“Does my handsome savior have a name?” Wondered the woman, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned in near him just a little — curious about just how he would react to that kind of questioning… Though she had an idea given his flushed cheeks.
Her free hand and navel-bound one both found themselves raising as her arms crossed beneath her chest. Noxa circled around the man, her gaze scrutinizing his every inch as she analyzed the man.
“Are you just here to have a fun beach day, Mr. Hero?” A little detail caught her attention — a pile of threaded cloth that, from here, she could just barely make out the scent of. "Lost your shirt while diving into the ocean, huh?"
She finally came to fully circle around him, pausing in front of the stranger. The redhead took a step forward, moving to be only inches from Nicolas before she opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, however, the virago was swept off her feet. A rush of white filled Nic’s vision as Mr. Floofs tackled his master.
'You, Human; get me food — hungry! Stop talking to another smelly human; notice me!' Barked her over-sized dog — whose words were translated to Noxa telepathically. Schnitzel then began to eagerly cover Noxa’s face with saliva, much to her dismay.
“GROSS! Get off me! I don’t care that you’re hungry — I'm busy right now, Mr. Floofs!"
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Nicolas Mclendon
Moderator
The Hero of the Cosmos: CAPTAIN NOVA!
PL: 145,482
Intense Struggle (x3); X-Factor (x6); Amazing Captain Nova (x16)
Zeni: 2336
Tag: @nicolas
OOC Name: Nicolas
Posts: 1,010
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on Oct 6, 2016 8:11:17 GMT
Nicolas's entire form was stiff and his face pulsed with a red light as he babbled and stammered while he tried to get a word in against her flurry of compliments, teases and questions. He couldn't find time to respond as his thoughts tried to keep up with her mouth! His gaze followed her movements as she circled him like some sort of slinky predator. Interestingly enough, even though he appeared completely relaxed with his goofy grin and the way he let his fingers sift through his long hair, he always seemed to 'awkwardly' shuffle or squirm in a way that prevented the biological huntress from being out of his line of sight (how limited it was.) He blinked however, squinting as the young woman was tackled out of his line of reliable vision. He heard some sort of barking and the slathering of a wet tongue and could only assume it was a dog of some sort. "A-heheh seems like your pup was worried about ya too huh?" He chuckled, his voice carrying a warmth to it as he listened to her myriad of protests and cries.
"Shit my vision is really bad I can't even see him. He must be blending in with the sand!" He explained before looking across the expanse of blurry whiteness. His eyes snapped to something black and flat on the ground and he grinned. "Just give me a sec to grab my glasses, I left them with my shirt." He explained and excused himself before moving away from the silly scene.
It was more than a few steps away till he reached the shirt. The ocean had the tendency to drift and disorient someone making it hell sometimes for a borderline blind man such as himself. Still, he managed to pinpoint and scoop up the video game tank top only to shake it out with rigor in his attempt free the glasses that should have been entangled in there...
...Only to instantly regret it as a few specks of sand shot free from the shirt managed to land into his eyes. "Gah fuck me!" He cursed aloud and stumbled back. His eyes teared up as he desperately tried to rub away the scratchy sensation with his forearm. He sighed lowly and moved his arm down only to be greeted by the sight of a seagull who managed to waddle in the only clear spot of his vision. Nicolas' eyes squinted as he leaned forward to closer inspect the seagull as something odd managed to catch his eye. He blinked twice only see that seagull had somehow managed to rest a pair of familiar glasses on his beak.
"Squa?"
"..."
"HEY GET BACK HERE!!!"
Noxa would suddenly be able to hear Nicolas' voice cry out amidst her pupper assault only to have a bespectacled seagull fly by shortly after. Nicolas sprinted up, sand kicking behind his heels as he closed the distance in a few seconds. He skid to a stop to where Noxa had been just moments prior before looking to her and the dog desperately.
"I-I'm sorry to ask you after you know...You nearly drowned and all but I can't see without my glasses and that seagull just flew off wearing them. Can you help me catch him?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 16:57:04 GMT
Throughout the vast majority of the event, Noxa had found herself pinned down beneath the massively overweight puppy.
“He isn’t worried about me he is just worried about filling his belly!” Noxa would go on to retort to the human, though that didn’t last long.
“Will you knock it off -- hurerk--!” That last sentence was cut off prematurely by the sound of spitting. The pupper’s prey, before she could finish, was met with the god-forsaken taste of demon dog saliva, filling her tastebuds with the most heinous of tastes. Her head sharply turned to the right as she coughed up another fit.
‘Never! Revenge!’ declared the puppy through a bark or two, his massive paws body almost completely pinning Noxa down.
The scarlet vines came undone from Noxa’s hair; the thick, slick ropes wrapped around the pupper’s midsection. Mr. Floofs was effortlessly brought into the air, where he was kept suspended. Meanwhile, the tergament’s face was cleaned by her hair; her vibrant red locks moving themselves to her face, where they would scrape out the excess saliva.
The woman’s eyes opened just in time for her to see as the human began to give chase to a bird — a seagull with glasses. A shout rolled across the beach, affirming exactly what Noxa suspected. She really hoped that this man wasn’t, instead, some sort of disguised dog. Chasing birds is, after all, something MR. Floofs would do.
Skidding to a stop in front of the woman and her suspended canine demon, however, a brief plea would also explain his situation. That human was in distress — a trivial matter, but a matter that none the less would let Noxa shine through with the utmost heroism!
The woman rose her legs up before jolting them down; the inertia generated allowing her to instantly be sent through the air just enough to be placed on her feet.
“Of course I can help; leave it all to me, lifeguard!” Noxa declared, pushing her stuck-out thumb against her puffed-out chest.
Mr. Floofs, who had already begun to paddle his paws in the air, desperately wishing to be put down, was finally met the ground. A happy waggling of his tail followed a few grateful barks, though those would be interrupted as Noxa took a hold of his fur and straddled his body. The same vines that moments ago held Floofs now reached to the human’s waist.
“Come on, get on him; we’ll chase that bird down!” Noxa assured him as Nic was pulled up into Mr. Floof’s lap. “Hold on tight! She warned just as her hair began to unravel from his midsection.
“Okay, Mr. Floofs! See that seagull?!” She asked, leaning in against his head as her hand extended out towards the glass thief. “Sick ‘em, boy!”
The redhead shut her eyes tightly, gripping down on his far as she braced herself for a sudden lurch forward. Instead, all she got was a long-drawn yawn.
“I’ll give you a big steak if we manage to catch it~” Her voice lulled through a singsongy tune as Noxa attempted to bribe her companion.
And with that sand would kick up all around the trio as Mr. Floofs was sent hurling towards the bird, barking like a rabid mutt — Noxa, however, would be uncomfortably aware with just the kind of filth escaping his muzzle.
She stared down at the demon, leaning back as she found herself mumbling.
“How could such a dog with such white fur have such a black heart?” It was, in all reality, pretty shocking — even to Noxa. She could only hope her companion didn't speak dog, otherwise that would make things pretty embarrassing between them.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 26, 2016 20:50:37 GMT
@noxa when you get back PM me w/ link and I'll grade. Nicolas Mclendon you gots 1463 WC & 1624 Z! 712 + 1624 = 2336 Adding. |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 28, 2016 3:05:03 GMT
@noxa 2970 WC & 5198 Z!
5198 + 11547 = 16,745 Z
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