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Post by Plato on Oct 15, 2016 6:25:04 GMT
Powerlevel: 83,580 Heavy Weights:20895 The quiet grumbling of Plato echoed through the landscape of hell. He had been working all day studying kashvarr texts and training on and off but nothing, He could not find a single thing. Their keep much of their books coded, not wanting outsiders to get their secrets of course plato was one such person, trying to crack their secrets to delve and find more power, he needed it to save konats he may had to descend into darkness, the strongest being he had meet walker had done the same going to hell and gain massive power, it he could gain such abilities then plato could too if he delved into his darkness but controlled it tempered his rage and malice with some compassion and remorse. Of course their was another reason he was frantic, he had not reached a level where he could stand a chance in the tournament. He needed help training and he needed it quick. Even though he had his body he knew his foes could be vastly stronger then what his base form could muster and if he wanted to win or at least make it to final 4 (along with xylo, Zerori and most likely Arichto), he would need to be able to release his monster as will. From all his experience he understood that all his power was poured into that creature, his true strength lay dormerent in that twisted testament of kashvarr horrors. He put two fingers to the top of his forehead, he needed to ask someone for this help, perhaps they could train then talk teach him something that he didn't know about hell, and it seemed the one who he'd want to train with most would be xylo, afterall Alistair was not competing and Xylo was also gunning to take back his homeworld, something that which they both strived to do while their alive, though he still didn't trust him, he didn't think he was really was some hero fighting to help his people, he knew better then that, everyone who arrived and stayed in hell were bad in some way, weather it was because of others foolish actions or because that had evil intent everyone including himself, had more evil then good, not to say his cause was not noble, anyone who fought against the sse in his eyes had to be somewhat good, afterall if they were evil like that hell spawn tree they would of joined in the planting of barbarous seeds which drained the life of whole worlds for their sick pleasure. "Hey Xylo it is me Plato i was hoping you were not busy i need someone to train with." He telepathically messaged Xylo hoping he would arrive at his location as Plato strided around the area going around the islands of spikes which surrounded the regions he was stationed in, they would most likely move before they started fighting but it was wear he was experimenting. He was focusing his magically abilities, used the supplies he had found in the kasvharr caves in hell which were created most likely by kashvarr who obtained their body flames rising from table, though they were not red, they were complety Black, flames which were buried deep into the darkness in hell. He could tap some of the flames from the bottoms of hell though he had to admit the application of such ability were exhausting, and it had taken him some time but he had been trying to understand the properties of said flames. But now he waited, to see if xylo was going to appear or not, he could not be sure, perhaps he would be busy or think of plato as more of a pest. Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Oct 17, 2016 10:14:27 GMT
[Thread PL: 190,804 | Mazoku Wrath (x18P) Active! Current PL: 3,434,472!]
As the Namekian's training continued to ramp ever upwards, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He'd been training solely alone for ages now; contact with Beelzebub sinking to an all-time low recently. The fact that the Prince had seemingly forgot about him infuriated the Mazoku Lord, but it would be fine he supposed. He was doing just fine without his training thus far, after all. Still though, there had to have been some reason meeting with him was so terrifying. If only he could meet with him more, find out what exactly was the draw to training under this devil.
Just as he finished carving out a brand-new cave in the side of a mountain with his fists as his only tool, he received a telepathic message from one of his newest allies: Plato, the fallen King of Konats. He requested Xylo come by to spar with him. An interesting prospect. Perhaps he'd provide an interesting challenge.
"Very well. I'll track your Ki and meet with you in just a moment." With a burst of Ki, the Namekian shot into the sky, making a beeline for the energy signature of the forsaken King.
It would be only a few moments before Xylo would find his way to Plato's location, landing on a floating plateau a few feet away from the Konatsian. He gave the King an approving smirk. It seemed that the fellow had found himself a body since they'd last met. "Good to see you in such fit conditions, Plato. I hope finding a new body wasn't too taxing."
The Namekian slowly folded his arms across his chest, noticing that he felt much heavier in this part of Hell. It was strange that he ran into these pockets of warped gravity so often. He wasn't going to complain, however; every one of these areas was an opportunity to enhance his training.
"So tell me, King. What makes you call on me of all the people you've acquainted yourself with? Want to discuss strategy more, or do you just want me to use you as a punching bag?" He chuckled darkly at his somewhat morbid attempt at humor, allowing a fanged smile to show itself.
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Post by Plato on Oct 18, 2016 0:54:16 GMT
He felt the large surge of ki as Xylo arrived he turning his gaze "Ah you arrived, and it was not too bad though it did have some side effects, perhaps trying to use kashvarr magic to increase my body's strength was quite risky but the results will soon show." He said turning towards Xylo, "I asked you to come as i need some sort of training and understanding of your organization that i've heard about, i got a lot to lose and i refuse to lose it, my top priority to save konats but i understand my strength alone would prove to be while a brave effort, futile in my attempt to thrust those who have taken my planet, but their also questions i must ask you their are certain people that should be hell and i want to know if their still here, and i also wish at some point to meet this prince of darkness i've heard much about, if their one person in hell who can figure out what forced my people to telport away from their homeland it should be him." He turned around throwing his weights off, a desasfied look on his face.
"Why i call you is that your the strongest person, well the woman might be, but she was threatening to kill me i highly doubt she'd want to train with me, plus i know nothing about Alistair but you, we have a common ground i feel, the same goals, take control of planets that we been austized from our whole existent merely of circumstance and when we came so close an outside thread, destroyed our plan and brought us to hell, though i cannot say if that the truly case for you perhaps, you have better reason then i did to become ruler of namak, i was their once it was peaceful but the sse were running around too, while i thought nothing of it, now i can understand why you would not want them on your world, they could planet those god damn trees or perhaps, enslave your people just like i fear is occurring my world." His shoulders relax, "As of now my full power is trapped inside, i would show you what i mean but i fear even if soummoned him, he'd disspear right after." He sighed, "I was casted from my world because of experiments by the kashvarr, they sealed monsters withen us, of course when i returned to konats i made sure to deal with them first, they mean nothing but trouble, but those who believed they were good people, decided to kill me and leave a man i know nothing about on my homeworld."
He waved his arm at Xylo, "as for being a punching bag i'd prefer not, though i'm not sure if you can't suppress ki if you can't i guess that how it will end for me." He chuckled, "Not trying to find another body before the tournament, which if possible i'll be attempting to make it past the first round i understand Alistar plans from what i heard, he needs you to win, if i eliminate an commotion it means of a less chance that anyone can try and stop said plan and if i join your organization it will look better on you, however unless heaven has anyone stronger then Articho, i'd highly doubt the tournament will be much of a struggle."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 5, 2016 10:25:16 GMT
"If you haven't met Prince Beelzebub already, then don't hold your breath. You can look for him all you like, but if he wanted to see you, he'd have seen you already. Simple as that." As Plato removed his weighted gear, Xylo did the same. Though the cloak hardly affected him, it still felt right to remove it. The act made things feel a bit more proper. "Training and answering questions about the Devil's Knights I can do, but you'd need the power of the Dragon Balls to get an audience with Prince Beelzebub if you haven't caught his attention."A slight frown came to Xylo's face at the mention of Zerori. It was obvious that she was stronger, but it didn't mean Xylo had to like that fact. He'd surpass her one day, but until then he'd have to settle for being the second strongest of the Devil's Knights. "My people are doing fine, at least the ones I truly care for. I fear that might not last long, however. The sooner I can attain the power I require and stop the Solar Empire from flexing their muscles on my planet, the better."Xylo's eyes closed for a moment as he took a deep breath, his Ki slowly bottling itself up. He needed to keep pace with Plato, and simply pulling his punches wouldn't be enough. After a moment, his power suddenly took a nosedive, reaching a level that barely scratched what he attained all the way back on Planet Vegeta. "If you want to bring out your true power, you'll need to stay conscious. I'll keep things simple at first so I can gauge what your limits are, but don't expect me to take it easy the whole way through, you got it?"
[KP: 3/3] Used [UT2] Ki Control! Power Level dropped to 90,000!
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Post by Plato on Nov 9, 2016 1:47:31 GMT
"Hmm then i guess i'll have to make him notice me." He said looking at the Namekian. it was indeed going to be a struggle to get a meeting with the devil but being one of hell strongest fighters fighting in the tournament prehaps if he performed well the little demon would notice him. For now it he would need to be ready they were about to spar. He nodded, "Yes, the sooner you put the sse on your home in their place the better, i am happy to help as i said." The konstian said, being quite genuine at that, he could understand the namakian plight, stopping the sse no matter what treaty or damage that was healed they were still evil, far more evil then from what he understood this namakian had done, however he questioned if he was helping destroy one evil only to replace with another.
He felt as Xylo power dropped greatly plato nodding with what he said. "I understand if you hold back then i won't be able to tap into my power." he said cracking his knuckles looking up and down at the namakian. He got into a stance before launching himself at Plato Threw a punch at the namakian jaw first, "Here i go." He yelled to make sure Xylo was not sleeping off or something, not that it looked like he was but just to be extra sure.
(Kinda short but lets get started)
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 9, 2016 7:04:39 GMT
As the Konatsian charged forwards, Xylo could feel his excitement surge. He'd never limited himself so heavily before. This was going to be an interesting challenge indeed. The Namekian nimbly hopped aside, narrowly avoiding Plato's strike.
With a fearsome shout, Xylo dashed forwards, attempting to ram his elbow into Plato's gut. Should he succeed, he'd follow it up with a quick knee to the chin, hopefully sending the Former King skyward.
"Keep your guard up, 'King'!"
Regardless of the success of his strike, the Namekian would shoot into the sky, quickly firing off a barrage of Ki Blasts as he ascended.
(I win the shorter post competition! muahaha!)
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Post by Plato on Nov 9, 2016 22:32:04 GMT
Xylo dodged his first attack which was not unexpected. He spun around as the namakian knee came flying nailing the king into the chin the former king flying into the air as he rubbbedc his chin as a barrage of ki blast rushed towards Plato as he raised his arms the ki blast slamming into his body causing the king to be fly as he was flung back he skidding to a halt planting a foot down before launching at the namakian. His inexpirermce became apparent he had relayed on the monster withen himself for all his major victories despite his warrior garb he was not the most expurenced not skilled. He would focus on an aerial asset launching himself into the air above the namakian.
He flew down trying to slam both hands down on the xylo before flying behind throwing an elbow at the back of the namakian a head to throw him off balance. It may of been his best Chance, though he learned enough about relaying on trump cards no matter how much the odds were with you. Cat a dismantled him in their third encounter and many more does would do the same if he did not improve on his own strength.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 15, 2016 6:00:20 GMT
The Mazoku smirked in satisfaction as his hits made their mark. The King recovered quickly, launching up towards Xylo with intense speed. He quickly rose above Xylo, attempting to ram into him from above with both of his fists! The Namekian quickly hopped to the side, avoiding the fearsome attack with little time to spare. He prepared to counter-attack, but Plato was more than ready to continue his assault! Like a speeding bullet, the Konatsian dashed behind Xylo, planting a fierce elbow in the back of Xylo's cranium. He let out a pained grunt, tumbling away from the power of the blow, before quickly recovering his senses mid-tumble, and stopping on his knee. He slowly stood up, dusting himself off before settling into a battle stance. "Looks like I underestimated your speed just a bit. It won't happen again."He quickly shot forwards, a fearsome shout escaping him as he charged forwards. As he closed in, he'd quickly hop over the Konatsian, attempting to land right on his head before kicking off into the sky using Plato's cranium as the launchpad! Once Xylo was airborne, he'd spin around to face Plato. With a wicked grin, he'd raise his right hand, aiming his open palm at the Konatsian. A ball of yellow Ki would form in his palm, electricity dancing across it as it increased in size. With a dark chuckle, he'd taunt the Konatsian. "Let's see how well you fare against THIS!"
[KP: 3/3] Charging [UP2] Explosive Demon Wave! 66% charged this turn, will become 132% charged next turn.
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Post by Plato on Nov 21, 2016 4:20:23 GMT
(Forgot about this i'm so sorry lol) He smirked as the devil was flung back from the elbow. He planted his feet narrowing his gaze at the namakian lord. The Namak rushed at him Throwing a right but Plato raised his arm blocking the blow as he slid back but he was not expecting the next move as the namakaian leaped over stepping on his head and using it as a launching pad Plato being slammed into the ground but he quickly flipped to his feet, he was not going to waste any time, the namakian was already charging up. Plato pulled his arm back as he began to charge up his own attack a white beam forming in his hand. He extended his hand as he keep charring he needed to be ready for his counter attack, "we will see but i don't intend to be defeated by this attack." He spoke with confidants, he wondered if the namakian was going to power up more then hew as already at. *Charing attack (Up2) King Wrath:55,720 Next Turn:111,440 (Short but wnated to put something) Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 23, 2016 8:46:12 GMT
Power rising steadily, the Namekian simply chuckled when Plato brought his own hands up to power his own blast. The Fallen King was gutsy, that much was for certain. Not many would challenge an opponents blast with the knowledge that they could simply unleash their maximum power at any time and decimate them. "Let's see how royalty matches up against the Mazoku Caste's strongest Warrior!"Electric sparks traveled across his body, crackling wildly as his power grew. His attack was ready now. He just needed to toss it out and he'd more than certainly deal some damage to his sparring partner. "Have a taste of a Mazoku signature... DEMON WAVE!!!"Xylo thrust his arm forwards, allowing his beam of energy to travel through the air at immense speeds! The bright yellow beam of Ki rocketed toward Plato at immense speed, intent on causing some major damage if he didn't act!
[KP: 1/3] Fired [UP2] Explosive Demon Wave! 132% Charged for a damage potential of: 118,800!
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Post by Plato on Nov 23, 2016 19:00:55 GMT
Plato looked up as the demon pointed his arm down the yellow ball surging in his arms as he charged his own beam. "We shall see, but i don't plan to lose not yet." He yelled his arm surging with ki as he fired off his Demon wave it launching right at Plato. But Plato waited he wanted to get as much time with his blast as possible he wanted to have that time, his blast started charging later if he fired it now it'd have little effect. The Demon wave raced down towards Plato as he pulled his arm back the white ball in his hand surging as he knew it was ready he throwing his arm up the beam flying off his arm, "King's Wrath!!!!!" He yelled as his white beam flew off his arm slamming into the Demon wave the beams slamming into eachother mid air Plato sliding back as he attempted to use his beam and overpower the demon lord but it was a losing effort. His beam was slowly being pushed back but each beam was shrinking as well it seemed their powers were near even.
He slammed both his hand into his beam trying to gather all the energy he could to push the demon wave back but the beams just keep shrinking until both beams blew apart, their powers were near the same and the remaining power of the slightly stronger Demon wave failed to do any harm to Plato. His arms were raised in the air and through the smoke he could barley see the image of Xylo he knew had to take the advantage. He flew up into the air rushing towards the Demon through the smoke before pulling his arm back be had a chance to take an advantage. Flying above Xylo he'd launch himself down attempting to slam his fist into the Namakian's skull. *King's Wrath fired at :111,440 powerlevel* *Both beams cancelled each other* *Kp:1/3
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 24, 2016 12:40:28 GMT
Xylo's beam traveled quickly, but it seemed Plato was more than ready. The King fired his own beam in response, The two beams of energy barreled toward one another, colliding in-between the two casters. The beams hissed and whined as they tried to smash through one another, but neither one would give in to the other. Sparks of energy danced around the meeting point of the two beams as the both of them slowly began to lose power and speed. Eventually, the two beams simply canceled one another out, exploding in the air and creating a large cloud of smoke. The Namekian narrowed his eyes, trying to find Plato before the Ex-King could retaliate. His pointed ears twitched lightly; he could hear quite little coming from Plato's last position. Had he moved already? Before Xylo could pin-point Plato's Ki, the Konatsian had already gotten the drop on him. His fist connected with Xylo's headfin, causing the Mazoku Lord to fall out of the sky! He grunted in pain, plummeting towards the ground at intense speed. With a massive -CRASH!!!- the Namekian hit the ground, creating a hefty crater and increasing the amount of smoke in the air. Despite being racked with pain, the Namekian wasn't going to let himself take the time to recuperate. Every second he took to catch his breath was a moment Plato was as well. With an agitated sigh, The Mazoku stood up, standing in the center of his crater. His gaze fell upon Plato, who was still floating above him. Xylo raised his hands up, aiming them up at Plato. With a mighty shout, both of his arms would extend to immense length, reaching all the way up to Plato! The two elongated arms attempted to punch Plato with a barrage of attacks, before quickly retracting to normal length to avoid retaliation.
[KP: 2/3] +1 KP for no tech use! Used [RACIAL] Limb Extension to attack Plato from below!
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Post by Plato on Nov 26, 2016 7:59:52 GMT
Plato smiled as the Namekian was thrown into the dirt he racing down ready to finsh what he started. He pulled his fist back he watched as the namakian arms began to expand flying right at Plato. he stopped himself raising both his arms as the The namakian rained blow after blow from range knocking Plato around the king growling and before he could attack the arms were pulled back plato falling towards the ground wipping the blood from his mouth while looking at the bruise that raised down his arm. He opened his mouth as he breathed in flames leaving his mouth as he looked down at the Namakian lord before a gush of flames escaped his mouth "Gods Flame!" He yelled as Bright red flames raced towards the namakian lord with the intent of burning him of course, while powerful Plato had exhausted himself, prehaps it was because he believed he didn't have the endurance to continue fighting a fight with xylo or maybe cause he believed could use this for an advantage.
Plato began to think his attack through as the flames launched at Xylo he rushed as well using the flames as a sort of cover as he raced past and with any luck his short sighted plan would work as the flames would rush towards Xylo, he would keep charging his blade Locked at his side as he hoped Xylo would be too focused on the flames to notice Plato swinging his blade out with the attempt to cut off his left arm to gain an advantage, they were in hell so damage could heal and he also knew namakian could regenerate so he was not too worried about it. It might piss off xylo but to bring out his power he would need xylo to hit him hard. He could already feel the control slipping he was getting excited to fight now his eyes gleaming the normal green color, If demonic green could be seen as normal turned red and orange like small flames. He was ready he could control his monster and fight Xylo head on!
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 28, 2016 12:53:56 GMT
Xylo smirked as his arms snapped back to him. Ki blasts may have done the job all the same, but the shock of seeing your opponents limbs fly at you usually meant the attacks would make their mark more often. His eyes kept focus on Plato, widening in surprise when he saw a jet of flames come from the Konatsian's maw! "You know, if you want to play with fire..." The Mazoku's Ki suddenly shot up to mountainous proportions; a level even Super Saiyan's would have trouble with! He pulled his hand to the side, slicing his hand towards the flames as they approached. When the flames licked his skin, they were suddenly deflected due to Xylo's immense power, causing the jet of magic to veer off and burn a nearby boulder to a crisp. "...You should be able to handle the heat."Energy surging, Xylo shot upwards soon after Plato's attack, deflecting the King's blade with immense ease. Acting quickly, he'd swiftly launch a barrage of kicks to Plato's gut, ending the combination off with a hook kick aiming to catch the Konatsian by the back of the neck. Should it land, Plato would be flung down to the ground by the force of the kick, sending him into a crater which Xylo had created moments prior.
[KP: 3/3] [UT2] Ki Control re-adjusted! New PL: 1,000,000!
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Post by Plato on Dec 1, 2016 1:17:17 GMT
He watched as the Namakian powered up Blocking the flames with ease as his power reached the level of a super saiyan, well less but still high, the three supersaiyans he meet were even stronger then this was still a huge power boost as he easily stopped the flames with a single hand before deflecting his blade Plato losing the grip of the blade it flying into a near by rock. He began to plan some sort of counter but before he could process the situation Xylo's kicks had already landed in his guts his eyes rolling back from the force as he arms involuntarily went for his gut before his next kick hit him in the back of the neck, he had not been dead he would of probley had his neck broken but since he was he was just flung at massive speeds into a crater only making it lager with his impact as he coughed out a large amount of blood he laying in the crater. Plato layed their twitching as he had already begun to just dream. he didn't have any strength afterall, he had been beaten so easily, was the gap between him and Xylo that large and the gap between xylo and walker even more. How could he save konats if he couldn't even harm xylo. Xylo had toyed with him as expected but still he was so weak. Plato hand grasped a near by rock though with what he had left he was not going to crush it but he tried to heave himself up, despite the immense punishment he had already taken. This was a powerlevel not even at super saiyan levels and walker had killed a super saiyan like it was nothing. It was pathetic, the king was so weak. The frustration the anger, the worthlessness. It was all compounded in rage as he struggled to his feet looking up at the Namakian lord as a thin layer of smoke began to rise above Plato he gasping for air he still couldn't breath after being pummeled in the gut so many times. The king however, could not just roll over and let xylo win. He had to fight if he couldn't beat a super saiyan that how the hell could he save konats? The smoke above him began to take shapes fire raining down as he looked up at Xylo, "I can't lose not yet..." His eyes were not filled with courage or fear, but with desperation. The king looked even more frail then he did normally standing that crater, He was broken. He didn't have what he needed every single time, he never had the strength he needed when it counted the most, he couldn't stop the saiyans, he couldn't of protected his people from the kashvarr earlier, he let them control him to kill his people, he couldn't of stopped walker when he tried to kill him, he could not stop the red haired girl from stabbing a man who believed him. He couldn't protect anyone. Why the hell, was he so weak? Plato aura formed back around him as he slammed his feet into the dirt as he screamed the smoke above him finally taking form a fiery red beast slamming its feet down into hell it stood towering over xylo but as quick as it came it disspeared Plato falling to his knees agian. Sweat slammed into the ground as the brim of life and energy that had been left disspeared, he looking up at the Mazoku Lord with Exhaustion. He was out of gas, he was still too weak, he couldn't even summon his monster when he needed it most. He tried to stagger out of the crater but he just fell over holding his stomach, "Guess that was a little premature i can't summon it yet." He weakly lifted his head at xylo before collapsing fully into unconscious. *This been going on long enough think this is a good stopping point gonna take powerlevel*
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