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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 3:43:07 GMT
-East Capitol- Another peaceful afternoon in the busy streets of the East Capitol. The sun shining so bright beckoned for the people to come out on this nice day. The sky was a calm light blue with only faint traces of clouds, a gentle breeze flowing by every so often. The people both human, and zoanthrope alike who populated this town were out, enjoying their lives, or dealing with the daily grind. Children played on the nearby playgrounds while parents sat upon benches, observing with smiles upon their faces. Couples walked down the sidewalks hand in hand as people in suits brushed by, obviously in a hurry to get to their jobs with briefcase in hand. Things were pretty much going as it should be, until a loud... BOOM! An explosion that appeared to have come from the outskirts of the town went off, causing most of the people to stop what they were doing, and look towards the black smoke that rose from said area. People started to turn to each other, wanting to know what was the cause of that loud explosion, how far out was it, were they under attack!? Was it those filthy tailed monkey people again!? Well they were....half right. There has been rumors, small ones going around now that there was a monster who lived within the forests nearby. Rumors that it ate people who dared to stumble upon its territory. People would quickly turn tail, and run the moment they caught a glimpse of this 'monster' not sticking around long enough to observe it...But this was the first time they would hear such a loud explosion coming from there. Was it angry...was it readying to attack!? The real question however was... Is it even a monster....? -Bamboo Forest- It was far from a monster in fact....depending on one's definition of 'monster.' The people were partially correct however. Someone does reside in this forest, claiming it as home. It was the demonic Saiyan hybrid, Marcel who called this place home. The black haired male floated above a wide, circular clearing, the trees around appearing to have been blown down, some ripped apart. The hybrid looked down at the damage, his expression a bit sheepish. Before this, Law was training a bit in this area, deciding to go all out without his weights on. "Not really the best idea, Marcel." he muttered to himself while scratching the side of his cheek with an index finger. The hybrid slowly descended to the soft grass, taking a better look at the damage. The man was shirtless, covered in bruises, and dirt for reasons unknown, wearing only black sweat pants with white streaks on the side with his hair kept in a small ponytail which was his signature choice in how he wore his hair. He crimson, black slit eyes shifted from side to side before crossing his arms, shrugging his broad shoulders before shaking his head. "I call this place home, yet I treat it so poorly..." he sighed a bit before witnessing some birds fly past, tweeting away despite the destruction that had just occurred. "Plus this isn't just my home." he said, a small smile developing upon his face. The hybrid was fortunate that he didn't destroy the entire forest, but still such a blast could've been seen, or sensed, so it's possible that it could've attracted attention. Law frowned a bit at the thought. He wasn't exactly a people person, not as in he hated them, but more of that he's socially awkward a bit on the shy side as well which is why he decided to come live out here after his step father's death a few years back. Deep down however, he hoped that someone would come along. It did get boring being out here all alone, but then there was also the possibility that an explosion would attract the wrong kind of attention.... The news..... Jihana(Forgive me. Starters aren't my cup of tea. o~o Even though I suck at rping in general )
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Post by Jihana on Nov 5, 2016 2:23:44 GMT
[Thread PL: 20,000] It was a bother to work for these humans. They were always so scared over the most mundane things. Then again, it was quite literally the reason why she was venturing into the forest today. Apparently there was a monster of sorts hanging around the forest, and they were asking for someone to go and settle the problem with the creature who haunted the bamboo forests. The one who hired her was apparently an old man who apparently owned the portion of the forest in which the creature was inhabiting, and he was giving a bit of a hefty reward in either the capture or destruction of this monster. Although she was completely sure that this was going to be an easy mission, as most creatures on this planet were quite weak in comparison to her. As she thought this, an explosion rang out throughout the forest, a little small wave of force blasting against the large woman's body, to which she decided to actually use her mask to scout out the power strength of this person, now walking into the forest trying to find this beast which possessed such a power to cause explosions of such magnitude in near public places. After spending a good fifteen minutes slowly walking her way into the forest, she was getting a much more concrete reading through her brown gas mask she was wearing, the slightly yellow lens giving a power reading of 44,966. It was not as meager as the long, ragged haired heran had originally thought, so this could potentially turn into something really fun, her blood itching for a fight if there was one to be found. The seven foot tall, blue skinned woman wearing a giant metal gauntlet on her entire left arm trudged into the clearing, finally finding the one who owned such a hefty level of strength. It seemed that the person who owned such a high level of strength was actually a humanoid, one who apparently was using the entire area as a bit of a training ground of sorts. Using her gas mask, her gaze focused on the person and zoomed in, so she can have a better look at the guy from afar, noticing that he was definitely shorter than her. But, although it pained her to do this, it was always a good idea to try and the diplomacy route, seeing if he would be persuaded into going into the city and turning himself in and everything, as she really wanted to get her money from this. Clearing her voice, she shouted up at him with her very rough voice, "YOU! The one flying. Get your ass down here so I can talk to you."She left a pause in order to allow the man to react to her query, before continuing whether he landed or not, "The hell are you doing, ruining the forest like this. You know there are wastelands for you to waste and all."In hindsight, she might not have gone the diplomacy route, as Jihana was not the best with her words. Then again, who would be after spending two thirds of their life in a prison, a prisoner to the saiyans who blamed Jihana for the assasination her parents had pulled off. Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 3:10:51 GMT
A hand rested upon the hybrid's chin, stroking it some as he surveyed the destruction he caused some more. The man was so focused on this that he didn't sense the power coming his way. As he continued to look at the damage, Marcel thought back from when he was younger, how his step father taught him how to fight....well not so much as fighting, but more so of self defense. Perhaps it was his Saiyan side, or even his demon side speaking, but he asked the man at one point about why he as teaching him to 'fight' like this, and not more offensively. Mainly being a peaceful person who saw things from a lighter tone, the boy's step father would tell him how fighting 'offensively' isn't the only answer, that it tends to bring more destruction than good. His mother on the other hand thought differently.... "I'm guessing this is what you meant...." Marcel muttered to himself, chuckling a bit as he floated back into the air above the damage only to find himself quickly turning his head at the sudden, "YOU" Law looked down to see what appeared to be a blue skinned woman with large.....orange hair. When did she get here, the hybrid would think, an eyebrow raised. He could sense her ki completely, perhaps she had it suppressed? Not once has the fact that he was just not paying attention ever came across in his mind. He listened to her rather...rude request, and proceeded to descend back to the ground, the side of his body facing her with his face turned towards this woman, a bit puzzled, turning his body towards her a few moments later. Upon closer inspection, Marcel noticed how tall she was compared to him. He also realized that it was not only her hair that was large...NEVER has he ever seen a woman so....there was a word for it, but he refused to think about it any longer. It made her quite captivating to him however.... He quickly glanced away the moment he realized how much he was 'observing' her. What was going through the hybrid's head was anyone's guess. He listened as she continued to talk in a rather hostile manner, glancing up to her once again only to finally realize the gas mask. Did she have an illness that required her to wear that? It wouldn't be really crazy if one thought about it. "You're....absolutely right." Law claimed, turning his face back towards her as he just realized how right she was about the wastelands. What the hell was he doing training in a damn forest!? He even knew some perfect wastelands to do some training in. He stood there, and thought about it for a bit, how stupid he basically was before shaking his head slowly, returning his attention back to the rather aggressive woman. "I'm guessing that you're also a fan of nature." he said, looking around once more at the damage. "My name is, Marcel. It's a pleasure to meet you." he politely said with a bow, something he tends to do when introducing himself, or greeting another. "Despite....what has happened for, which I do take full responsibility for, and deeply apologize about, I too am someone who enjoys being surrounded by such an environment. I just got a little carried away...." he rubbed the back of his head as a small sheepish smile emerged on his face. "What is your name, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked in a calm tone despite how hostile she was towards him. Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 6, 2016 3:03:41 GMT
It was quite surprising to see how fast this guy was able to cooperate with Jihana, as he had quickly landed listened to her. As she looked down at him, she couldn't help but feel pride in her large stature. His diminutive height was just a little shy of reaching above her chest, and he had quite a lanky body physique compared to her. And seeing as how he was actually taking her brutish demeanor quite well, as he had responded rather tamely. In fact, it seemed that he must be the submissive type, seeing as how his gaze was constantly on her, checking her out. Well, she felt somewhat flattered, but that was not what was on her mind right now. Before she could continue, she was utterly surprised by how fast this person was at adapting to Jihana's words, practically apologizing for his complete stupidity for not training in a much more desolate location. He was really convincing with his apology, his visage looking pained as he really felt stupid for this mistake of his. Then he started to make his own assumptions of Jihana's likes and dislikes, saying that she was more than likely a fan of nature. Funny enough, she really couldn't care much for the environment at all, as she was raised to live off of fighting, and was also raised to mine out the deepest reaches of mines. Interacting with the environment so much dulls her senses on the beauty of nature, as the sight of a war torn battlefield would have as much of an impact on her as a serene waterfall. And seeing as how he was quite sorry, she was already thinking of ways to see if she can fool the townspeople and the person who contracted her to eliminate this threat. Good thing Dinosaurs were still a thing. But all options were still on the table, as she'd rather feel this one out than hop headlong into crushing this guy immediately. The fighting can wait for later, as his Battle Power was double than her own currently. Plus, the respect this guy was getting with proper manners, although alien to her, was commendable to say the least as he bowed to her. A sight that she could get addicted to if she was being perfectly honest. Then he requested her name, which was something that she usually does not hand out casually. However, noticing that he seemed to have a fascination with her from the way he looked at her and looked away with such suddenness, plus the way he's being completely easy going about her rudeness, she might as well give him that. "Jihana," She grunts out through her mask, voice rough and like, "That's my name. And to what you say about nature, not really. I'm just here doing a job. A job where I'm supposed to eliminate you, as you've been disturbing that village over there. And truth be told, I don't give two shits what whiny humans are complaining about, but one is paying me good money."An idea popped into her head, as she blurts out, "Maybe as a way to repay the fact that you disrupted those sniveling morons, how about we go kill a dinosaur or something large and blame what you did on it."Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 22:30:11 GMT
Marcel smiled softly, his demonic eyes looking up to her before doing a small nod upon hearing her name. "I like your name. A pleasure to meet you, Jihana." the hybrid claimed. He has gotten a bit comfortable with talking to others after gaining some experience, even with women, but it still doesn't stop him from shying away from time to time... He gave the woman his full attention as she admitted that she was pretty much not the nature type causing Law's smile to shorten a bit, but of course not everyone was, so it was no big deal. "A job?" he questioned before the blue skinned alien continued. His smile completely disappeared as she explained that this job of hers was to eliminate him for disturbing the place nearby. He glanced away, not due to his awkwardness this time, but because of what she said. The hybrid has a history of people, mainly humans wanting him dead, or endlessly picking on him not because he was part Saiyan believe it, or not, but because of his demon half. Being someone with such unholy genes within him, people never wanted to be around him, believing him to be a monster who would one day kill them all. Though these things don't happen to him any more mainly because he doesn't look as demonic as he use to when he was younger, only his eyes showing these signs, he is still uncomfortable with telling others of that side of him. Only a select few other than his mother, and step father know about his demon half, three of them he told directly, but the others picked it up from his aura which was something he didn't realize could happen until they began to point it out. People once again wanting him dead though it wasn't for the same reason, nor do they know it's him, it still got to him, causing him to clench his fists a bit before loosening them. Why strive to protect these people, and this planet if said people are still going to resent him? No....it's not as if he's trying to do this for fame, or for fortune. If anything, this was for his step father who actually saw the good in this damn planet. He continued to listen to the woman as she brought up a idea to trick the people into thinking it was something else. He quickly looked back to her, his eyes at first looking at her bust as he forgot that he was the short one in this situation. His eyes quickly darted upwards to the alien's face as his cheeks glowed a faded red. "You're...willing to help me?" he asked. Sure it was clear that she was doing this only for money, but wouldn't it have been easier for her to just take him down, he thought. He sensed that the woman was weaker than him, but Marcel has come to learn that this is always never the case, that people can be fooled by one simply suppressing their ki, something he has learned, which is why he never underestimates anyone, no matter how weak they seem. Though, it was nice that she'd go out of her way, and do something like this for a stranger, or maybe she actually thought he would be a hassle...but still. Though he idea felt underhanded, the dinosaurs that inhabited this forest weren't really all too nice to begin with, so offing one shouldn't be bad....right? After a nod, Marcel turned around, and pointed off to the distance. "Sure. The dinosaurs mainly inhabit the other half of this forest if I remember correctly." he claimed before putting his hand back down. "....I really appreciate it, Jihana." he said as he quickly glanced back at her before looking out at the distance again. "Humans also aren't that bad. Most of them are just not....use to these sort of things." the man claimed, a soft smile on his face. Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 9, 2016 5:57:03 GMT
Although Jihana knew it was indicative that her heart had grown cold, it was very amusing to her to watch the emotions leave his face as she admitted that she was here to eliminate the cause of the disturbances. Well, it just dawned on her that she said she was here to eliminate him, and not the cause. It was rather cruel of her to mess up on her diction like that, but she was going to handle this issue soon enough. Then the moment came in which she dropped that she could help him out in a sense by pinning the blame on a dinosaur or some bullshit like that, to which elicited a response of surprise from him.
Raising an eyebrow from within her mask, she responded to his small inquiry on her really doing it for him, "Well, it'd get me my money faster. They do not know who was causing the disturbances, as no one investigated as much as I have. Plus, you're strong enough to the point in which you could put up a very good skirmish if I ever feel like building up my skills. I mean, you saiyans pride yourselves in combat after all, so it'd make sense."
After stating that, she heard him actually thank her, after explaining where they were at. It was by complete chance that she knew of these dinosaurs, as she had to fight one after a couple days of living on the planet, living in the wilderness. And after being caught eating the corpse of one, the person who came across informed her of the giant reptilians that still existed on this planet. And knowing how large and how destructive one could be, it made sense in pinning the blame of the destruction on it. It's not like those creatures were capable of a lot of thought.
Then she was thanked for her actions, to which she responded, "Heh, don't think nothing of it. And don't think I'm getting rid of the dinosaurs on my own. You're helping me out shorty."
She said this in such a bold and matter of fact way that Marcel will help her. Even if he put up a resistance, she ain't doing this on her own. The more people doing this, the better, as it meant it getting done faster. Plus, she is sure as hell not sharing the co-pay of the reward with him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2016 17:43:23 GMT
Marcel crossed his arms as he listened to the thick woman's explanation. Of course he was right when she talked about how it would get her money faster. She seemed really smart when it came to these sort of situations, obvious this isn't her first 'job' as most people call it. He couldn't help but to smirk a bit as the woman commented on his strength, and pride. Though he is a half Saiyan who is a lot more calm, and cool compared to others, he was well...still Saiyan. "I do have to admit, I do love to test my strength....especially against others." he claimed as he glanced up to her. "Whenever you wish to do battle....just let me know...just know that I like to play rough." he grinned a bit at the woman until he realized how wrong his last few words could've been taken. "Err, I mean, not like....forget it..." he glanced away, scratching the side of his cheek. "Oh, I'm not complaining, Ms.Jihana." the man added as the alien claimed that he was going to help. He already planned on following the woman to where the beasts resided as it would prove to be good way to train. Though he still questioned the idea of having to kill one a bit. When it came to living things that he didn't feel deserve it, Marcel could never bring himself to kill them. His stepfather did tell him that mortals such as themselves didn't have the right to choose whether another lived, or died. It was up to higher beings, but even Marcel questioned that a bit, but only against those with evil intent.....or if he was hungry. Dinosaurs for the most part were extremely hostile, but that was due to their natural instincts, so would this still be the same? Marcel wasn't entirely sure. Instead, he decided to see what will happen once they get there. The hybrid began to walk, his bare feet pressing against the moist grassy area. It tickled the bottoms of his feet, but his expression remained casual, having gotten use to such a feeling a while ago. It was highly unlikely that he'd even laugh if one were to try, and tickle him, but he'd probably squirm if the right places were hit.... The man glanced up to the woman, still amazed by her height. Perhaps it was her species' natural height....and weight which he had no complains about. Very captivating she was, along with her rough personality. Marcel couldn't help, but be curious about the alien. "If you don't mind me asking, Jihana. What brings you to this planet unless you were born here? I've never seen anyone like you around here before, so forgive me for being a bit nosy." he claimed as he smiled up at her before looking forward, cracking his knuckles a bit as he prepared himself for the dinosaurs. It was natural that he tangled with these beasts before considering he lived here, but never once thought about killing one...unless he were hungry. Then something just hit him about what the blue skinned girl said earlier. "Wait...how did you know that I am a Saiyan? Or....half Saiyan to be more precise." he doesn't remember ever telling her. Perhaps it slipped his mind....or maybe she had some tricks up her sleeves. Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 15, 2016 4:44:39 GMT
She easily recognized the awkwardness that plagued the human's voice as he talked about the spar. Sure he anticipated the two of them fighting a lot, but apparently a couple of words he had said made him go quiet a bit, as he said something that seemed to be embarrassing. Shrugging, Jihana had said with her masked voice, "Heh, dunno why you're going quiet about that. Hell, rougher fights make me that much happier... I mean, the best kinds of fights are the ones that let you get close in with you opponent, dominating them with your presence, without holding back or being merciful. Those fights are the fuckin' best."
Crossing her arms as she stood, listening to him more, she corrected, "Just Jihana. Miss Jihana is the fucking bitch I'm going to murder the shit out of THE NEXT TIME I SEE HER, BECAUSE SHE AND HER SCUMMY HUSBAND LEFT ME FOR DEAD!" As she went on that little short tirade, her power level grew and grew along with her rage. Just remembering the two of them, the people whom she held complete love, trust, and respect for now only brought the most violent of urges over the amazon of a Heran. And as she continued getting louder, the ground underneath her cracked more and more as she accidentally slipped into Battle Spirit, essentially becoming two times as strong as the one she was right next to. At least Jihana was able to keep a handle on herself to not slip into her Battle Bullk because, oh boy, she would be itching to kill someone by that point!
She stopped talking for a bit as she got a handle on her emotions, taking deep breaths which could be audible through the mask. Letting her eyes closes as she calms down for a couple seconds, she opens them as she says, "I get red with rage every time I think of them." Saying nothing more, she continued heading towards the wastelands, thinking that wide open spaces were where the two of them could find some of those gigantic dinobeasts. She was not ready talk about why she had that rage burst juuuust yet.
Then came the question of how the Heran came to be on the planet known as Earth. Although the wait was a little short lived, Jihana seemed to trust this human. He was nice enough as he was more than willing to put up with her abrasive personality, which the giant heran knew she had all too well. Shrugging, she says, "Escape. I escaped prison for a crime those fucking assholes from before framed me for. Stuck on Planet Shikk for thirty long years, and with a help of a gullible Ferrosian, I got me this new weapon here and escaped. Hopefully they believe I'm deceased as I crashed the vehicle I hijacked."
Then the final question came as Jihana could only easily answer, "You know this Gas Mask I'm wearing? It ain't for show." She taps a large finger beside the slightly yellow tinted lens before continuing, "Although I was a prisoner, they modified this mask to act the same as a scouter, except they locked all other features except for the night vision... I worked in the mines, by the way. That Ferrosian I told ya about was also able to get it back to full functionality. So this thing can get a read on what race people belong to if I get close enough. Though it don't specify hybrids apparently. Eh, nothing to worry about at all."
Shrugging, she continued venturing on into the forest, nearing the exit of the wooden area and nearing the nearby wastelands.
Accidentally slipping into Battle Spirit Trans, going from 20,000 PL to 80,000 PL
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 6:02:44 GMT
A small smirk appeared on Marcel's face as Jihana continued on about how she liked her battles, but remained silent throughout it. He was raised to fight honorably during spars, and such, so he had never took anyone on in such a brutish fashion, except for that brief battle he had with Shemha when he didn't have control over his rage a long time ago. Though he hated how he didn't have control over his anger back then, a part of him did like it which was something he didn't want to admit, and even hated to think about. The blue skinned woman talking about getting in their opponent's face, and just devastating them brought back those memories. Perhaps it was just his Saiyan side peeking out once again. Marcel looked up to the alien as she spoke, obviously not wanting to be called miss. It was understandable that some people didn't like, or took offense to that. "I apologize if it sounded off-" he was cut off as she continued, her anger, and volume increasing, but those weren't the only things increasing.... Her power was quickly surging as well, causing the hybrid's eyebrows to raise up a bit! She was currently stronger than the man, no doubt that she could've gave the man a hard time if she chose to go for him. He began to wonder, does her power increase depending on her anger? Just like a Saiyans...and just like Marcel back then. He listened to her word from word, continuing to look at her while his expression remained calm, but with a hint of concern about whatever it was bothering her. Despite how she worded it, Marcel was pretty sure that she was speaking about her parents perhaps. She wanted to murder them, and they left her for dead....? "I apologize if that offended you." the hybrid calmly said as he redirected his attention back to in front of him, continuing his walk. "I don't wish to pry any deeper as it would be rude, nor am not the type of person who would tell another who they can, or cannot kill....I'm also the last person to talk." he trailed off a bit at the last part. Back then, Marcel would grow furious against those who committed crimes, mainly heavy ones. He would show them no mercy, shattering their skulls with his bare hands. Once he was in that state he piratically thirsted for blood. Though he has better control over his anger, the urge to kill those who've done wrong remained which went against what his stepfather told him about people not being the ones who got to choose whether someone lived or died. That was probably the only advice he never took from the man which was something he feels ashamed of, but still continues to do. "But if you do need someone to talk to, I wouldn't mind." he assured. Though he didn't want to come off as rude, or nosy, and ask the woman what happened, she would still tell him as part of her answer from his earlier question. "Oh?" he said a hint of curiosity in his tone. So this woman was a prisoner, a framed one that is. She certainly had the rough nature of one in all honesty. What really got to him was that it was her parents that got her imprisoned. He couldn't imagine anyone doing that to their own, causing Marcel to ball up his fists for a few seconds before loosening them. His own mother ended up calling him a failure, and abandoned him, but for someone to have their parents get them thrown in a place like prison!? To Law, that felt like the ultimate form of betrayal between people who should be called family. "That weapon you are referring to is that arm right? I've never seen anything like it before. I bet it's powerful." he turned his head back around to her with a small smile, wanting to keep things on a light tone. Then she revealed that the gas mask she was wearing also serves as a scouter, relieved that it didn't seem she was able to pick up on his demon side which was something he was touchy, and ashamed about. "I've actually never seen a scouter before except for my mothers, but never seen it in use." he explained. "Having one built into a gas mask sounds a lot more resourceful however." he still didn't understand much about scouters, only that they could read one's ki in numbers. Not everyone had the ability to sense ki it seemed. Still, he didn't expect that they could read one's species to an extent. "Ah, here we are." Marcel looked out at the open wastelands, dinosaurs of differing species roaming around with growls, and roars being heard from time to time. Law couldn't help but smile at the sight, reminding him of the time he laid upon a T-Rex's back while it roamed around, clueless of the hitchhiker on its back. "So, which do you wish to go for? I'd recommend something....carnivorous." he said, not just wanting to spare the poor herbivores who were the least bit violent. or hostile, but also because of the challenge something with sharp teeth may serve. But then again at their strengths, wouldn't they make easy work of ANY dinosaur....? Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 21, 2016 18:03:31 GMT
Jihana actually felt a little good about herself for venting about her troubles, even if it is to a random stranger. Though it really shouldn't matter to her, as she had thirty long years to vent about this shit, yet this was the first person whom she was willing to share most of her troubles with. Quite odd of her, but it was something to regret at a different day. Now she was showing one of her fewest acts of mercy by hunting a dinosaur with this strangely strong hybrid. And, judging by his visage, Marcel seemed to sympathize with her on some level. Her suspicions grew further her eyes wondered downward, noticing his balled fist. Seemed he was a bleeding heart for anyone with a sad story. Not like Jihana was actually lying about how this all happened to her, but apparently her rage was completely justified. After venting a bit about her troubles, the half-saiyan piped up and asked whether the weapon in question was her arm. Chuckling, she moved one of her large hands to the gauntlet and started pulling. This Marcel person was not someone to worry about, as she was easily twice as strong as him currently. Although she worried that many people on the planet were like Aina and... Well, what's his face in how they wear heavy clothing and distort their true powers, but it seemed this Marcel was not weighed down by anything. Although needing a little bit of time, she twisted multiple times as she pulled, finally ending up pulling off her gauntlet arm. She even revealed that she actually had a left arm underneath the gauntlet. It did not even seem that way, as her arm is almost always hidden underneath giant layers of metals and rubber-cloth, used to make the gauntlets bearable to even wear in the first place. Smiling from within her gas mask, she would reply with a quick, "Heh, my pride and joy. The guy who made this is dead now. But I prefer it that way, as there is little chance of me being found out now. Marcel, this thing is what I call the 'Warfist'. And it is as strong as I am, but I can assure you that this thing is nigh indestructible. I may even show you its full potential soon enough, keheheheh."Then came his next statement concerning her gas mask scouter, to which she shrugged as she would say, "It is useful as I never take this thing off. And before you fucking ask like all the dumb asses who first meet me, NO! I do not have a problem with my breathing or my face. I wear this to conceal my identity, and I also wear this because I can intimidate the hell out of anyone I call a target. Would you agree with me that someone would fear a... mask more than a woman's face?"With a chuckle following that question, she exited the forested area with the half-saiyan, arriving in a wasteland area. Standing at the edge of the wasteland, Jihana brought the gauntlet that she removed, putting it back on her arm, locking it back into its rightful place. Now her hand being freed, she brought it up to her mask and tapped the side of her scouter, letting it scan and look for the strongest dinosaur around. There was an odd power of about five thousand in the near vicinity. Child's play, as the beast seemed to head towards their direction. Stopping her movement, Jihana decided to reply while asking, "The strongest one. The stronger, the more believable the townspeople will take it as a sacrifice. And the strongest one is funnily heading towards us. So, in the mean time, I have got to ask so I can get it registered in my database... What is your other half?" The database she was speaking of was her scouter, as she never knew of those who come from the underworld. The truest demon in Jihana's eyes were her parents. Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 20:48:56 GMT
Law watched as Jihana twisted, and turned her gauntlet around. Was she...planning on taking her arm off!? In all honesty, how the thing on her arm was hooked up made it appear as if it were some fancy prosthetic, and that she may have lost her arm due to some previous situation. He was relieved that wasn't the case. He inspected the gauntlet with an impressed expression upon his face as the woman talked about her little gadget. "The Warfist? A name like that certainly fits it." he commented a bit curious at what this warfist of hers can really do. "Hopefully." the hybrid added, smirking a bit at the woman's chuckle. He could tell just from how she acted that she held that mechanical arm of hers with great pride. It was a shame Marcel had nothing like that in his possession, but then again he wasn't someone who was completely prideful though he did have his moments....he is half Saiyan after all. She'd then talk about that gas mask of hers that he was also curious about. "Oh?" he'd say on her comment of never taking it off, but before he could get anything else out, she spoke once more, making it clear that it wasn't because she had breathing problems, or a problem with her face. He was actually relieved that neither of those were the case due Marcel being the type who'd worry easily from time to time, even for people he barely knows. Not really being much of a shallow person, Marcel wouldn't really understand why people would try to hide their faces, believing that they were ugly. In fact, he'd probably get a little irritated himself if he ever met anyone doing that. "Oh, I wasn't going to ask that actually since I feel like I pried enough, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about it." he shrugged a bit. "But....if you were to ask me, it would really depend on the woman...." he looked up to her. "Some just have a knack for being quite....intimidating without the need of anything, wouldn't you agree?" he questioned. "Not trying to say that you cannot be intimidating without one. I apologize if it sounds that way, but have you actually tried, Jihana?" he would ask, turning his head back forward. "Of course this is all just my opinion." Though good at heart, Marcel could still see the benefits of intimidation, and knew a thing, or two about it. To him, the gas mask the alien wore wasn't at all intimidating which could be evident by his calm personality, but it certainly could be intimidating to others. He could see the potential, but believed that one could do better without a mask, and things like that would really be used for just concealing one's identity. Marcel began to prepare himself, stretching out some as Jihana claimed that the strongest dinosaur around these parts were heading towards them which he was beginning to sense as well. But as he was preparing, the woman would ask a question that would throw him off a bit, tripping on his own feet before correcting himself. "My....other half?" he stood in silence for a bit, debating on whether he should tell her. He wasn't sure how'd she react to him being half demon, and feared being shunned for it....though he hasn't been shunned by the past few people who found out.... But before he could make up his mind, the energy they sensed grew closer, stomping growing louder as a figure could be seen from the distance. "Our company has arrived..." he commented, getting back into a battle position. Jihana
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 20:27:43 GMT
You can go ahead and turn this in, I don't want anything
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Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 27, 2016 0:59:24 GMT
( ;~; Nooooo )
Jihana stood next to the hybrid, just listening to him speak as they were waiting for the dinosaur to approach. She audibly chuckled as he agreed with the name of her gauntlet being the Warfist, which was as he said, aptly named. What she did not tell him was that, due to the ferrosian who made it, its strength is based on its wearer. It was just that it reacts to any ki energy pumped into it, and that ki empowers it to match the user's level. Hell, if a human was able to wear it, pretty much anything can shatter it, but thank goodness that Jihana was always strong, thus the ki-empowered steel can keep it durable as all hell. But that was science mumbo jumbo that Jihana herself didn't understand, nor did she care. All she knows is that it will forever be her weapon, as it was made just... for... her.
Then the little pipsqueak started talking about the intimidation. Sure she did speak of it her mask being something that she wore in order to intimidate the ones she faces off against, but there were two more reasons she did not speak of. The first was to keep her identity a secret, as most saiyans who were hunting down escaped convicts would be more likely to recognize Jihana through her actual face. Wearing the mask was a great way to conceal her identity as she hid from these saiyan forces who may or may not be out there to recollect escaped convicts. Then the other reason which was more superficial than the other two was the fact that she was completely comfortable wearing the brown leather mask on her face. I don't know why she grew to wear that over anything else on her head... Probably has to do with more than thirty years of wearing different kinds of gas mask as she was enslaved on Planet Shikk, doing the time for the crime she was framed for, as she mined away. It must have had such an impact on Jihana that, without a gas mask, she'd feel naked and vulnerable without one.
Then Marcel just HAD to say something very snarky about her even trying to be intimidating. This boy was testing her, and she was going to get played… But what the hell, she will play along. Chuckling as her skin started to steam, Jihana decided that in order to put on a full intimidation tactic, she was going to go full blast with her power, as he continued to try and stall to answer her question. The fat burned away from within her body, before churning and turning into raw muscle mass, enlarging her buffness by quite a bit. As she did this, her power starting spiking even higher and higher, Jihana’s strong now completely dwarfing the hybrid’s at this point in time. All the while, she slowly turned to face Marcel, her normal arm reaching for the head of Marcel, grasping it as she lifted him up in the air, pulling him so that he was inches away from Jihana’s face.
From within her mask, her eye was piercing right through Marcel’s, her eye looking more demonic than the race from which the hybrid was supposed to be from. Only a single violet eye piercing through her scouter and into Marcel’s own, a fire being seen from within her eye which could have been intimidating as all hell. The look she was giving him saw right through him, a gaze that was indicative of how she would be determined to kill him right here and now if she so wished. Then, from within her mask, her words seemed to come out in a growl, “You wish to test me, you ingrate!? I only treat vermin and prey to the fucking intimidation treatment, and you want to lower yourself to that level!? I gave you mercy as you could prove a good fight and an even better hunt in the future, not because of some fucking whim! If you want me to intimidate you…” With that, she slammed Marcel’s head against her own head with heavy force, a rather forceful headbutt if you will, before dropping him on the ground as she finishes off, “Then you need to piss me off like no other!”
As she said that, the dinosaur in question burst through the a mountain and roared at Jihana and Marcel, the giant two headed reptilian Tyrannosaurus blasting both Jihana and Marcel with a massive blast of its shout. Jihana stood firm as she glared at the dinosaur, looking rather irritated. Leaping up and at the dinosaur, she slammed her warfist into its head, smashing it down to the ground, toppling the reptilian. Falling back down, she managed to stomp on the dino’s head and keep its head pinned down as she shouted, “Marcy, time for you to pull the killing blow. Or I can fuckin’ do it. Your choice!”
Battle Bulk activated... 80,000 PL ==> 160,000 PL
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Post by Marcel Law on Nov 29, 2016 3:59:13 GMT
Marcel's eyes were glued forward, preparing for the incoming beast that drew closer, and closer. He was ready to get down, and dirty with a tiny smirk appearing on his face, also glad that he now didn't have to speak of his Demon half. Though, his attention would slowly divert from the dinosaur as he felt Jihana's energy growing even more, and eyebrow raising, but before he could turn around to say anything, he felt a hand clasp his head, raising him off of his feet. "H-Hm...?" he'd find himself now on eye level with the bulky alien. She spoke to him in a rather aggressive, beastly tone, possibly attempting to intimidate him, or a....compliment in some way maybe? However, that wasn't what the hybrid was thinking of.... His cheeks would glow red as she continued, his eyes widening as he found himself speechless. Though she was coming at him...strong....and aggressive, she was still a, well, she! When it came to women, Marcel will get flustered from being so close to one, no matter the circumstance! She'd draw his face closer to hers which only made things worse for him. What was this!? Was she coming on to him!? Was she attempting to....kiss him!? But clearly he was wrong as instead of being met by the warm embrace of lips pressed against lips, he was met by the cold embrace of skull crashing against skull before being dropped on his rear, his forehead now red, but for an entirely different reason. Law groaned, placing a hand on his head before speaking. "I wasn't...trying to get you...angry." he claimed, starting to get back on his feet just as the two headed T-Rex arrived, roaring at the the two which almost threw the hybrid off balance due to still being slightly dazed from the headbutt. Now that...wasn't something you'd see everyday. He's seen many, and even tangled with these sort of dinosaurs, but a two headed T-Rex? Never has he ever seen one till now. Before he could do anything however, Marcel watched as Jihana jumped over him, and began to wail on the dinosaur before pinning its head down. Amazed by the display of her strength, Law didn't realize Jihana was speaking to him at first, telling him to finish it off until a few seconds later. He quickly shook his head, and removed the hand from his forehead as a dark aura formed around it. The hybrid flung the dark ki into one of the dinosaur's opened mouths where it detonated shortly after, killing the beast from the inside. After that was done, Marcel walked up to the dead abomination, inspecting it closely before looking up at Jihana. "It's pretty obvious now that you're not one to be messed with." he said to the blue brute with a small smile. Jihana
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Post by Jihana on Nov 30, 2016 21:19:05 GMT
After throwing the guy on the ground, she would listen to him speak about him not wanting to piss her off. Wow, was he dense or something? He apparently missed the point of all of that, as she was only demonstrating her worth a little. Then again, it seemed there was something else going on his mind. Like, every time she spoke or said something, this saiyan had gotten a different idea and spoke in an odd fashion. In fact, the entire time he was around her, he seemed to be a little meek for someone who did trash a good portion of the Bamboo Forest.
Not being well-versed in the ideology of romance, Jihana wrote it off as to him just being off his game, not having a good day in the slightest bit.
Then came the spat with the dual-headed dinosaur, where Jihana just knocked it onto the ground and pinned it down. Holding it down, she stood as she witnessed the semi-stunned Marcel do his work. Her visible eye widened as she watched as a darkness started to envelop his hand, the heran getting rather decent sized amounts of power coming from the fist. She could even feel the ki blast barrel down the gullet of the two-ranasaurus rex, the body of the dinosaur rumbling as the force exploded within it, extinguishing the last bits of life from this creature.
Exhaling, she hopped off of the creature and landed on the ground, cracking the stone a little as she stood in front of the deceased dino, listening to the compliment from the rather flustered hybrid. As he was saying that, Jihana was already busy in lifting up the head of the beast, getting prepared to drag it into town. But just by listening to him, the tone in which he complimented her had some sort of mixed emotions in it. Not wanting to deal with dual-emotion loaded statements, the large blue woman grunts out, "Yeah, obvious enough that it's best to stay on my good side."
Starting to move forward with the dino-beast in tow, Jihana left a trail as she dragged on, but it was soon that she realized it was a fruitless effort. Deciding to actually fly, she lifted herself into the air, high enough to pull up the corpse of the beast a good ten feet off the ground. However, as she rose up, she shouted down at Marcel.
"Yo, shorty, you going to the damn village with me, or are ya just going to go off on your own?"
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