Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Nov 23, 2016 20:16:03 GMT
An explosion shatters all of the windows in a five-storey building. Bricks and rubble shatter and slide across the grey tarmac streets, black smoke billows out and four individuals, each wearing a dark mask and wielding cold automatic rifles, spill into the streets. One has hostages, a screaming lady with a whimpering child. The other three carry bags filled with golden zenni on their backs.
One, the leader, wears a t-shirt with a depiction of President Bao, with his eyes scratched out with red scribbles. Beneath that was a note in the same red scrawl: democracy nah. As sirens wail in the distance, he shouts: "Get to the driver!" A tuned up sports car, a fusion of screeching wheels and red-for-speed, slides into the street.
A female voice rings out, electronically modulated.
"You're going nowhere!"
It didn't take long for Zucceta to realise that she needed a disguise, for however long she was going to stay on Earth, if she was to interact at all with its society. Sure, she could stick to rural spots, distant places, but she didn't particularly want to. She wanted to enjoy Earth culture. Why not? She had spent so long not enjoying things.
In the past, she'd meditated for several hours and managed to come up with a workable design for a robotic arm. Surely she could put her mind to a disguise?
Twenty four hours later, her eyes opened. Her mouth was down turned.
Apparently not.
She recalled her interactions with Captain Nova. He was one who chose to wear a costume, either to protect his loved ones or for the privacy of it. The costume was goofy, sure, but also pretty cool--symbolic and recognisable, those who saw that uniform would surely either cheer in hope, or scream from rage and fear. Zucceta's own image caused the opposite response.
Alright, then. She'd do something like that.
A couple of days of research into the "superhero" phenomena, which Nova certainly was part of, and she found that it extended back throughout Earth's history. Soon Zucceta had a solid sketch on the Imperator's computer, taking inspiration from an old hero from another time.
"Well, I might as well use the name, 'cause he surely ain't."
"Who the bloody 'ell-"
A blurred figure plunges from the roof of the burning building; as it plunges down, the shock-waves instantly quench the fire. It rapidly slows before it hits the ground, in a flood of smoke.
"Oh jeez its one of these guys-" One of the crooks laments.
The smoke clears, revealing a costumed hero in a black-and-red get-up, a dark crimson visor covering her eyes and extending into a sleek white helmet. Her black hair flows out of its back and meets a red cape, attached to a darkened saiyan battle-armour chest piece above black gi pants and the traditional saiyan boots.
One robotic arm, painted and hidden to blend in with the human, extends behind her back, while the other rests on her hip, her legs wide and bent outwards at the knee. An invisible wave of energy is released from the back hand and the car instantly flips, the roof crunching.
"Thing only had four seats anyway," a goon sardonically mutters, raising his weapon. The other three do the same.
"What do they call you, then?" The leader says, resignedly. He couldn't see this going well.
The costumed warrior moves her arm from her hip and points at the criminals, her lips pulled into a handsome smirk.
"Great
Saiya-Man
Neo!!"
[Great Saiya-Man Neo: 100,000 visible PL.]
(Pose on landing, to clarify: 66.media.tumblr.com/71161376cc788c9844f9cf7ac48f3ae0/tumblr_nzef1cGppL1v1kat5o1_500.jpg ) |
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Post by Tomoyo on Nov 23, 2016 21:01:43 GMT
PL: 4,200
Well... today was the day: After years of yearning and dreaming of it, the day had finally come when Tomoyo was to ascend past the limits of his kind and into the realm of hero-hood! He had been dreaming of this his entire life (or the past few hours) and standing atop a building was Satan City's newest hero~ Posing dramatically over the edge of the building's roof, Tomo's apparel was certainly a sight to behold. The costume he was dressed in, originally modeled from an old picture in that ripped up book he found in the lookout; it was really the only picture in the entire book that was of interest to the boy as it depicted some sort of super hero person! Drawing inspiration from the man's attire, the hybrid child was dressed up at the moment in a dark green, blue lined, sleeveless gi, covering a black bodysuit which went all the way to his feet; adorned in matching white boots and gloves, the costume was topped off with what Tomo decided was the coolest features being a red and black helmet glossed over into a black visor which covered the majority of his face and a long billowing red cape buttoned onto his gi (he assumed it to be billowing when in reality the length of it just barely made the fabric drag on the floor behind him.) As for where Tomoyo had gotten such an incredible costume, he'd have to thank his new big sis Teku! Approaching the android just a few hours earlier with merely a description and vastly faded illustration, Tomo had not really expected her to agree; but, to his surprise, the android decided to indulge in his requests. Tekuma had been able to materialize the costume in a matter of moments with her magic like it was no task at all! " And now comes the fun part!" Tomoyo announced to the air before leaping off of the building with his full might. Not really able to fly, Tomoyo decided that the next best way for a super hero to maneuver around a city was leaping from rooftop to rooftop!
For the next few hours, Tomoyo hadn't really had any luck with the "fun part" of superhero-ing. Sure, he had saved a cat from a tree and helped an old lady cross the street, but that was a job for just any ol' joe schmoe! Where were the super villains!? Where were the bank robbers!? Get to the driver!Turning his head towards the sound, the wailing sirens and screaming noises down the street brought a smile to the would be hero. " A robbery!?" Tomo's eyes sparkled as he gleefully yelled out, relatively unheard though behind the glass-shattering explosions from the adjacent building. " YAY!" He whooped aloud before the costumed hybrid's form was no longer visible as merely a blur arced from the building top. " Not so fast!" Falling with a boom that cracked the concrete a little, the costumed child landed dramatically onto the ground bent down on one knee and his fist embedded into into the floor. Raising his helmeted head dramatically before rising up into a standing position, Tomoyo twirled his cape around as he spun into a circle and pointed at the men with guns holding people hostages he labeled as "Badguys." " Evildoers beware! I am the hero of justice, beater of badguys!" Swishing his cape behind him while throwing his arm back, the boy raised his hand in front of his face as if shielding his mouth while posing his rehearsed movements. "NEO GREAT SAIYAMAN!"... ... that was when Tomo finally noticed the other party that had conveniently shown up at the same crime scene. Not even shifting from his pose, the confused child turned his head while still facing his body at the criminals to face the masked saiyan warrior. " ...hey, why are you copying me?"
(OOC: Here's Tomo's pose cus there's only one place to go for cool posing - 40.media.tumblr.com/ffd11ad20a462c1fbc9ea8c9119ed6c9/tumblr_nyz8ohzHFi1qgc5d6o1_1280.jpg )
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Post by Chai on Nov 23, 2016 22:23:10 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,000 PL
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event COOC NOTES: ouoKEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Thoughts'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
SATAN CITY AVENGERS
'Can you believe this, Chai?!'
"Yes, Yes, I know, Guardia."
Chai spoke in a tired tone while Guardia, his sword partner, fumed from inside his sheath. The one-eyed goat hopped from building to building, just trying to cross Satan City so he could head to the Tournament Grounds- his match was coming up very soon, after all! Who would he be fighting? Chai was actually quite excited to fight- joy was a rare emotion for the goat, but it was slowly becoming more and more commonplace. But right now, Chai was a little tired of his partner. Guardia was a sword- considered a weapon, and was unable to fight with Chai in the tournament. 'No weapons! That's excluding an entire sub-breed race of demons!!' Guardia fumed, his sheath shaking somewhat as some passing humans suspiciously eyed the ninja goat and his trembling sword sheath from below. "A sub-breed that only has one member..."
'What?!' "Nothing." 'I heard you! You said that--'
"Oh, look! A bank robbery!"
Chai pointed in a random direction as Guardia peeked from his sheath, and to their surprise, their actually was a bank robbery unfolding before their very eyes! Truth be told, Chai had just pointed in a random direction to change the topic, not expecting an actual bank robbery to be occurring before their eyes. '...Well I'll be damned.' Guardia spoke to Chai alone, watching the scene unfold with his partner. The goat approached, hiding behind a nearby building while watching the scene unfold. Raising his bandanna from his neck to cover his muzzle, Chai was about to dash forward to save the day when a female voice rang out, causing the goat to go back into hiding. Still watching, Chai stared agape as the mystery owner of the voice leapt off the building, instantly quenching the flames from the bank as she touched the ground. Chai stared at the masked fighter from afar, merely spectating as the car was flipped into the air. The female introduced herself heroically as the "Great Saiya-Man Neo™"
But that was not the end of the heroic entrances! Another voice rang out as a smaller caped fighter landed on the ground in a pose Chai recognized as a stereotypical superhero landing. Introducing himself as the "Neo Great Saiyaman™", Guardia could only blink in shock as he stared at their ludicrous poses! 'wot.' The telepathic remark echoed in only Chai's mind. Guardia looked up to Chai, knowing he would be just as bewildered as Guardia himself was. 'Can you believe how stupid these two dopes loo--' Chai's face had lit up. Stars in his eyes, the goat stared on at the two, simply starstruck at their amazing poses...! '...Oh kais no.' Guardia forgot how much of aninfluence that Jax fellow was on Chai... The goat quickly hopped into the shadows, climbing up a ladder on the side of a nearby building! Perching on the roof, the cloaked figure stared down onto the scene below. "Well?! What are we waiting for?! We need to save the day, 'Guar!"
'Chai no.'
"Chai YES!"
Chai stood perched atop the building, some fiery rainbow ki building up in the palms of his hands. Puffing out his chest a little, the goat quickly switched into his "cool mode", narrowing his eyes onto the scene below. Oh, this was going to be so cool!
"That's more than enough."
Chai's voice rang out- determined, hopeful, and heroic, but somewhat tired still. Hopping off the building, he landed with his head facing down, placing one palm on the ground to cushion the landing as the ground cracked somewhat beneath the seven foot tall warrior goat. Standing up tall, Chai's single eye locked onto the crooks. Guardia's voice echoed in Chai's mind once more, his partner's dismay clear as day. 'Noooo....' Chai walked in front of the two posing superheroes, looking at the crooks from head to toe. Shaking his head, the goat spoke in a blunt and bored tone. "...You know what? Screw the monologue, let's get right to the point."
Slipping into a pose with his left leg outstretched and his right leg bent, while the ninja-garbed goat's arms raised and bent in front of him, his palms still flaring rainbow ki. The warrior from another universe called out to the evildoers, annoncing his presence. "I am Maverick! Hero of my home world! And you, are all nothing." Chai concluded, turning back to the two fighters behind him and giving them a friendly smile, just barely visible beneath his bandanna. But the goat's cheery eyes were enough to show his current happiness to work with some actual superheroes. Those with keen senses would sense not one, but two powers seemingly emanating from the goat- one belonging to Chai himself, and the larger one belonging to Guardia. The blade telepathically sighed, speaking to Chai alone once more as he hid in his sheath. 'I hate you. I hate you so much right now.'
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Post by Collan Vixen on Nov 23, 2016 23:05:25 GMT
Thread PL: 15,854
Crap, crap, crap! Collan had been shouting the same word in his mind as he ran around in the rooms of his ship. Sitting above the clouds, Collan has somehow managed to lose something and had been looking for it all day. He had lost...his tea bags. Seriously!? Who loses tea bags!? He remembered putting them in the cabinets but they weren't there!
Sighing and deciding to take a break, Collan sat on his bed and turned on the TV to see something. Something that was horrible, yet at the same time an opportunity. A crime had been going on in Satan City, the hero in training had been there once and fought some thugs along side his mother.
Thank the lords for plot convenience that his ship had been right above the city. Running out and jumping off, he had went to the ground below, it was easy to find where the crime was happening since he had sensed some strong energies. At this point, Collan knew that if there is a strong power somewhere, shit is going down.
grabbing his scarf and tying it around his forehead, he rushed to the crime. He already was pretty excited since he recognized one of the energies as Chai. But the other two...one of them seemed normal, but the other...it was terrifyingly strong from the powers Collan had met before. Though he brushed off this fear.
When he finally arrived, he just saw Chai trying to act cool, which Collan very much enjoyed and thought was amazing. Same went with the other two people...except when it got complicated and they had used the same name. "Well, seems like most of todays heroes are pretty un-original. Perhaps it's best I came to show you all how it's done!"
Taking a strange stance where he put one hand in-front of his face and spread his fingers out so you could still see his eyes, Collan began to shout. "Collan! The man of pure heart and the carrier of everyone's weight is here! And he's here to kick your ass!"
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Post by Toma on Nov 24, 2016 0:49:50 GMT
This is... certainly something.Another day, another bank robbery in one of the many major cities across the blue ball of water and dirt known as Earth. Toma had long since stopped trying to deal with such criminals -- after all, as far as he was concerned, that is what the police were for. If he spent day in and day out trying to deal with petty purse snatchers and the like, he'd have no time to improve himself. Crime never ended, and neither did the job of those who decided to stop such fiends.
And what happened today was no exception. Toma had been doing some shopping in Satan City today -- not for himself, however. But for his children and wife. She had asked him to take care of the list she had prepared, knowing he'd never remember it on his own. Toma would've found needing a list to be insulting if he didn't know it was true.
And so Toma was carrying a few bags of groceries and the like, mostly stuff for the children. Diapers and such as well as various other things they used around the house. Radasha had always called him strange, that he was the one doing such things for the children. Apperently Saiyan males weren't normally ones to care much about their children. It was usually the women who did the caretaking -- assuming that the father wasn't training them on how to be a warrior.
But when Toma had been raised on another world, what was she to expect? Being a father had come naturally to him, and it was one of the reasons he tried to fight to protect the planet. So that they could grow up in peace and fight for sport, rather than for their lives. If they could do that, Toma could die a happy old man.
Well, that was the plan, at least.
When the 'Great Saiyaman Neo' landed in front of the villains, Toma stopped, floating over the concrete jungle as he watched the action unfold. He stared at the figure, a rather confused and puzzled look crossing his face. What was it with humans and their obsession with costumed heros? Toma didn't think he'd ever understand. But he decided to feel out the figures Ki, to see who they were and perhaps challenge them to a spar if they were strong enough.
Wait a second.
That was-
Was she-
Oh my Kais.
It was Zucceta.
Toma almost burst out laughing right there and then! It was hilarious, her dressing up in that outfit. It wasn't funny because he found her to be rediculous or anything, but rather the sheer shock factor -- he'd never in a million years have thought that Queen Zucceta the Super Saiyan would dress up in such an asinine outfit.
And then Collan joined in the fray, and annoyance crossed Tomas' face.
One of his students was going to go around doing such a rediculous pose? He wasn't even wearing his Turtle Gi! Shameful.
And so, Toma would descend behind Collan, giving him a decent whack to the back of the head. Not enough to really hurt Collan, of course -- Toma wasn't that sadistic. But enough to knock him out of that stance. "No student of mine is going to go around doing such asinine poses! Have some pride for Kai's sake!"
It appeared that, for the moment, Toma had completely forgotten about Zucceta's presence.
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Thread PL 152,964. Heavy Weights On.
Current Ki-Set PL: 20,000.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Nov 24, 2016 19:42:29 GMT
The moment after she introduces herself, another figure plunges from the rooftops and lands next to her. Momentarily bewildered, the costumed saiyan's grin quickly turns into a circle of surprise as the child-hero introduces himself, and his name. Something about his demeanor reminded her of Etoru, but no, Etoru would have been more aggressive towards Zucceta provided he could feel her ki.
As soon as the boy addresses her, the ex-mercenary finds herself breaking from her own pose: "What, no! You can't have that name!" She places her hands on her hips. "You just put the end of my name at the start of yours!"
"Boss, should we geddouta here-"
"No," The Great Saiya-Man Neo states bluntly, boredom entering her electronically-disguised tone, sending another invisible kiai in his direction with a lazy swipe of her robotic hand. The crook lifts into the air and flies into a brick wall, getting knocked out cold from the hard impact.
As a brief aside, you might be wondering how Zucceta is disguising her voice without a mask over her mouth. The answer is simple--a small device she created is placed at the roof of her mouth. It emits a low frequency which distorts any sound she emits, vocally, minimally disguising her voice without making her sound too robotic. She is taking cares to make sure her identity is kept secret--at least, to those who won't recognise her ki immediately.
Returning her full attention to the "Neo Great Saiyaman," the somehow-still-queen of the saiyans levels an organic finger at him. "I shotgunned the name, alright! I did the research! Besides, I'm an adult! You can be... Kid Saiya!" She grins at him, just as Chai touches down.
She expected "Great Neo Saiya-Man," so "Maverick" was a lot better. The queen makes a mental note of the dual ki's emanating from the warrior, one as high as her current suppressed power level. Somehow, there were two life-forms--she's seen stranger things. Both the kid and the bandanna'd warrior would have no trouble with these goons, unless they had a trick up their sleeve-
And then another would-be hero drops from the sky. The Great Saiya-Man Neo finds herself sighing. "Could, maybe, some of you guys better utilise your abilities in other areas of the city? Maybe even other cities? I've got this." She gives them a thumbs up--which holds statically in place as she senses a familiar power-level approaching, her mouth folding into a frown.
Oh, Kami-damn-it.
The costumed fighter turns to face Toma--who, for the moment, seemed to be ignoring her in favour of whacking one of the other arrivals. She folds her arms. Idiot better not blow my cover.
She turns back to the three conscious goons. Or, at least, where they had been a moment before. Instead, they were high-tailing up the road, using the repeated arrival of new heroes to get away. A drop of sweat rolls down Saiya-Man Neo's helmet. Oops.
"Uh, well, I destroyed the get-away vehicle and KO'd one of the goons--I guess you guys can go get'em!" The modulated voice says, a smile on her face. "Neo Great Saiyaman" and "Maverick" had arrived, so they might as well do something, although Zucceta was unsure about Toma and Collan. |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 24, 2016 19:59:56 GMT
The Unbreakable Mister Steel... was currently not wearing his costume. He never did when he was visiting home, not anymore. After all, his old fighting ring new that look intimately. And his old handler was still kinda "miffed" about the whole "leaving with no notice or note or contact at all" thing. Not to mention he'd never told his parents about his alternate persona, just his sister. And she didn't live in Satan City anymore... Which meant he couldn't wear his outfit coming in and hide it at her place. Now, his outfit at the time was still mildly trashy, but it looked far more subdued than his "normal" clothing.
He wore a dark-brown t-shirt under a denim vest (with ripped sleeves), with a pair of blue jeans that were made out of the same material as his vest. He still wore his shades, and he still had his hair in a long mullet-mane... And he still wore his pink boots. He also wore a pair of finger-less gloves, though these ones were a bright, cherry red.
Well, that was his outfit, but what was he doing? He had actually been on his way to pick up some groceries for his mother, since she worked all day for a living. He had the list in one of his vest pockets, the money in another, and his hands extended as he flew over to the "good market". Meanwhile, his eyes and ears had been kept peeled for anything going on. Peeled for things like a bank robbery perhaps.
As soon as he heard the ringing of an alarm bell, he diverted his path for the bank that the noise was coming from. All while holding a big grin on his face. Yes, a proper robbery, he'd be able to actually be a hero for once! Especially since he knew that nobody important liked to hang around in Satan City, at least not while he was around. It'd be perfect! He flew at full speed, screaming joyfully all the way to the bank.
"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
As soon as he arrived, he stopped in the air above the bank. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and prepared to introduce himself. Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he could land and get started. First there was "Great Saiya-Man Neo" character (who called herself "Saiya-Man" despite clearly having a woman's body), and she felt significantly stronger than Speenatch was at full power. Then there was a child that called himself "Neo Great Saiyaman"... And who also felt like he was actually stronger than Steel. 'Now that's just a big load of... of... poodoo! He's like, what, five?!' When he was done stewing on that with clenched fists, a hunched back, and gritted teeth, he tried to introduce himself again. Once more taking a deep breath...
Then some goat fellow with a glowing sword came in out of nowhere, once more interrupting Mister Steel. Following him was a white haired human... and that Saiyan from the desert. All seeming to have come from nowhere to stop this band of what... four criminals? With no ki-fighting ability. And guns that probably weren't even strong enough to give Speenatch more than a few welts if they aimed just right. Plus, if Toma actually decided to get involved, well... well the criminals would be outnumbered by the "heroes". That meant that joining in at this point would be less "heroic" and more "blatant attention-grabbing". Since nobody was looking up at him, or seemed to have noticed him from above when they landed... he decided to just slowly fly over to a nearby alley-way and peek from there. Cause it was either that or watch from the top of a tall building (where everyone wold look like ants) or watch from a small building (in broad daylight while being visible to everyone). He figured this way he wasn't in the spotlight, and was in a prime position to stop anyone that managed to escape the madness.
Or anyone that decided to join in on the side of the bank-robbers, because that could happen sometimes.
[Thread PL: 1,500]
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Post by Etoru on Nov 24, 2016 20:11:53 GMT
[PL:314,835||Suppressed to 3,000|
"FOOLS....ALL OF YOU! MUAHUAHUAHA..."[/b] Said a loud, squeaky voice coming from the sky. There, stood a small stature...super...villain? Etoru was wearing a red hoodie over his head, red dirty goggles, and a trashcan around his torso. "You call these bandits worth while! Aha! Don't make me laugh! There uh...pathetic? Yeah! And all that money is going to me for...plans! Yeah plans!" Etoru had a cocky smirk plastered to his face as he stared down upon everyone. Two goofy super heroes and other...heroes.
It all started when he was going to Satan city to get Maeve and Ember a gift. After spending 15 minutes looking for a store, he remembered one key factor. He was broke. Sure, it sucked, but when he saw some weird bank robbery appear, and then a dashing super hero arrive, an idea came to his head. Why not just....take that money? It's not the banks anymore if it's stolen right? You're stealing it from thieves! Although, the thing he wanted the least was being scolded by his superiors...so why not play the key role for every super hero. A super villain! But he needed a name...and that's when he came up with....!
"I am the Slump...Bandit! Yeah! The Slump Bandit! And all this moneys mines! Mines mines mines! So go ahead and try and stop me cause...it'd be weird if you didn't!" He smirked, slowly floating down. HE looked at the bandits and narrowed his eyes through the dirty red goggles. "Alright you dweebs! Give me the money, I'm taking over from here...!" He then turned his head to the heroes. "And for the record...! I dont need a stupid dumb pose...because I look cool ALREADY."
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Post by Tomoyo on Nov 24, 2016 20:16:41 GMT
As Tomoyo was just about to turn and chastise the weird person for trying to take his name, he turned in shock as two more people came out of the woodwork! What was happening! This was his thing, not theirs'.
You just put the end of my name at the start of yours!
First though, he had to address the faker! Posing again so that his hand was facing "Great Saiya-Man Neo", Tomo decided to correct her little mistake. "I had this name first! You just took the first part of mine and put it at the end of yours!" Tomo announced, completely sure of himself that his was the more original. "You can't have the name even, you're not even a 'man'!" He declared while pointing at the Queen's disguised figure.
How, you say, did he even figure out that she was a girl? ...honestly Tomo's assumption was based off of the very flimsy evidence that was Great Saiya-man Neo's hair sticking down and out the bottom of her helmet. "No boy's hair is that long!" The naive child thought to himself before giving himself a mental pat on the back for such good detective work. Really it was only pure luck that he was even right. "I read in a book that Saiyaman was a man so you can't be Saiyaman, meanie!"
Clearing his throat so that his high-pitched voice was slightly lower than before and less kid-like, the hybrid hero turned away from the girl as she took out one of the criminals by just sending him into a wall with her hand! "Nice work, Saiyalady!" The hero-to-be congratulated the former with a gloved thumbs up before sprinting off at the retreating figures of the criminals who had abandoned their hostages.
"Not so fast, evildoer-er." Heroically announced Tomo as he reappeared in front of the sprinting criminals as they came to an abrupt halt in front of the kid hero.
"Justice Fist of One Million Burning Flames Deep in a Sundae Surprise ATTACK KICK!"
Running his mouth over the ridiculously complicatedly named maneuver, Tomoyo launched himself at the middle grunt who was possibly the largest and burliest of the 3. In mere moments, the adult man was spitting out blood an indent was momentarily visible in his stomach before he rocketed away from "Great Saiya-man Neo" and into the wall where the previous criminal had been embedded by the first hero.
But Neo Great Saiyaman wasn't done yet as before the other dumbfounded criminals could close their gaping maws, the kid was blocked from view by his large cape swirling around him as he spun in midair before pushing the goons back at the group of heroes with a blast of energy.
"Super Justice Wave of Good and Super Special Surprise Blasting YELLOW BEAM!"
Certainly not enough to kill them or knock the poor saps out, but more than enough to leave red welts and aching muscles in the morning.
The resulting impact was not pretty.
Sticking up a thumbs up at the heroes and the remaining criminals, Tomoyo maneuvered himself into a series of poses where he stuck his hand to the ground, stuck his arms out like a bird while rapidly tapping his legs in place, and finally resting in a partially crouched position with his arms bent in an M on his black and red helmet. "Neo Great Saiyaman has arrived! Give up your evil ways and go back to school~"
The other heroes could probably handle the remaining goons. Besides, Tomo was too busy geeking out in his mind about how fun this was and he finally got the poses right!
...but then something else interrupted Tomo's train of thought. "You, who goes there! Wait... 'whom'? Is it whom goes there?" The boy was about to shout at the newly arrived villain, before trying to catch himself on his grammar. After a few moments of confusing himself, Tomoyo shook his helmeted head before pointing up at the squeaky voiced evil-doer before pointing expressly. "Who are you?!"
I am the Slump...Bandit!][And for the record...! I dont need a stupid dumb pose
Oh he did NOT just diss the poses! Tomo worked hard practicing those in front of Tekuma, and she said they were great. Curling his hand into a fist while shaking it at the newly arrived villain, Tomo's voice boomed as he screamed in an almost equally high voice. "Come down here so I can beat you up villain! You're FACE is a slump!"
Raising his arms overhead, Tomoyo directed his attention at the team of heroes before directing their attention towards the "Slump Bandit." "Saiya-squad! Assemble and beat him up!"
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Post by Chai on Nov 24, 2016 22:13:15 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,000 PL
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event COOC NOTES: ouoKEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Thoughts'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
SATAN CITY AVENGERS
"Maverick" quickly slipped out of his little superhero pose while Guardia stayed in his sheath, too embarrassed to have this dumb posing goat for a wielder to show his face just yet. Turning around to the two superheroes when they started bickering over their similar names, Chai only now realized a third presence. A man with some rather stylish shades was peeking out of an alleyway. How long had he been there, exactly? Was he a bystander? Taking a moment to sense everyone's powers, Chai found the mystery man's power to be strong enough to be considered a rookie fighter, with the kid's being a little higher. The woman's power level was on par with Guardia! Chai found the woman's power to be... familiar. Had he met her before? The same could be said for the kid, whom Chai had briefly greeted at the tournament signups- but he didn't recognize the boy in his stylish disguise.
Still, his sword's demon powers were slowly coming back now- Guardia was an extremely strong demon in the Demon Realm, but the demonic spirit's immense powers were confined and suppressed with his new form when he tried to escape his confined realm. With proper training, that locked power had began to reveal itself at insane speeds- the sword surpassed Chai tenfold now! Chai was curious what Guardia truly looked like. He was a demon confined in a blade, but what would he be like if he had not been stuck in that sword...? Giving Speenatch a quick wave, the goat smiled from behind his green bandanna, speaking to the stranger in a chipper tune. "Howdy, stranger!"
Chai watched, letting out an impressed whistle as the "Greay Saiya-Man Neo" quickly sent one of the goons flying. A rather loud voice would suddenly echo in the minds of the two Saiyamen, and "Maverick" himself. 'Not impressed!! I can do that too!!' Guardia called, his sheath shaking somewhat. He did not emerge from hiding, but the blade still saw himself as the sane, mature, and responsible one out of this group- he was superior to all of these posing numbskulls!
Next up came Collan! Chai smiled and gave his friend a quick wave as well. Collan was the only one to know of Chai's true origins thus far, and he trusted his friend to keep them a secret. He was about to say something to his dear friend when yet another man descended from the skies, causing the goat to stifle a gasp. It was Toma! One of his mentors from his home universe! Taken aback when his friend slapped his other friend, Chai's expression became one of worried uncertainty for a moment, thinking that Toma and Collan were enemies or something, before the fullblooded saiyan adressed Collan as his student, seeming disappointed that he did such a pose. Chai sighed in relief, and was somewhat proud of Collan for finding such a capable mentor. Despite the little slappity-slap, it warmed Chai's heart to know both of his dear friends knew each other. When Toma spoke of not exaclty being fond of the group's poses, the sheath around Chai's waist shook a little, before a blade flew out and floated in the air. Guardia learned how to use his telekinesis to keep his inanimate form afloat, although it was awful hard to attack and fly at the same time without the proper skill of flying instead of this telekinetic improvisation of flight. Quickly flying over to Toma with his eye closed, the sword cut communications with Chai and the rest of the group and spoke to the Turtle Hermit. 'Oh thank the kais! I thought I was the only sane one--'
When Guardia opened his eye, the old blade's eye widened in sheer shock as he found himself face to face with his partner's mentor- heck, Toma even taught Guardia a little bit as well! He was the one Guardia respected the most, aside from Chai himself. Words caught in his nonexistant throat, the one-eyed blade stared at Toma like he had something utterly nauseating in his teeth. 'T...Toma?' The blade blinked a few times, speaking the saiyan's name. His pupil quickly shrank when he realized what he said. Oh fuck. He snapped! He snapped like how Chai had when he met Collan!!! 'Oh no. Did I just...' The blade curled up a little, looking sick to his stomach- if he even had one. Shaking his form as if it were a head very quickly, the blade replied back to Toma telepathically in a frantic and hasty tone. 'I mean..! Mystery saiyan I don't know!! Welcome!!! To the maturity pit where we don't do absurd poses!!!! Eheh...'
Meanwhile, Chai was about to call out to the "Neo Great Saiyaman" when he rushed to attack the goons, about to say something along the lines of violence not always being the answer. But before the goat could make any moves, the child had cleaned the house with the criminals. Letting out an annoyed huff at not being able to do anything, Chai crossed his arms and tapped his bare foot on the ground, but suddenly, a rather squeaky voice rang out! A very familiar squeaky voice to Guardia as well! The sword couldn't place his finger on why this mystery kid was familiar, but the sudden voice caused the sword to whip around, his attention quickly shifting from Toma to this new person. The "Slump Bandit" as he called himself, quickly demanded everyone's cash, causing Guardia and his partner to narrow their eyes. He looked even more ridiculous than these Saiyamen with that trashy getup!
'So, uh, can we forget about what I just said, pretty please?' Guardia would telepathically speak to Toma alone once more, sweat dripping down his hilt. The child robber quickly demanded the money from the robbers, and then dissed the group's poses, causing Chai to growl ever so quietly. He did NOT just say that. The Neo Great Saiyaman was quick to react- demanding for the hero squad to attack the new foe! Gaurdia shook his hilt, speaking to the group as a whole with his telepathy now. 'H-hold on, hold on, hold on, keep your pants on, folks. Give me a moment, please.' Chai tilted his head. Guardia was usually quick to slice and dice his foes, and yet he saw how curiously the sword was eyeing the child. Guardia turned back to Toma, speaking to the saiyan alone one final time. 'Uh... Excuse me for one m-moment! We'll t-talk later!!' Chai didn't recognize Etoru, having only heard the child's true name in his universe, but never meeting him face to face to recognize his Ki. Unaware of his partner's little outburst with Toma, the goat tilted his head while Guardia quickly hastened over to Etoru. "Hm... Guardia, do you... you know...?" Chai spoke, causing the sword to hesitantly nod. Floating over to Etoru, the golden sword's hilt glimmered in the sun, his rainbow blade of Ki floating a few feet from Etoru's form. The talking sword tilted his hilt as if it were a head, orbiting the "Slump Bandit" for a moment before stopping in front of him and speaking to him, keeping his telepathic link with the rest of the group. '...I... know your voice from somewhere, kid. Have we... met before?' |
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Post by Collan Vixen on Nov 25, 2016 23:46:13 GMT
The young hero was in total shock the Zucceta beat those thugs without even firing a Ki blast, much less touching them. But that shock was replaced with sort of a sting on the back of his head, as Toma had came in and smack him, beginning to lecture him. "Oh my lord, what are you doing here!? I"m just trying to do my job! Also, I'll have you know that I have plenty of pride thank you very much!"
He wasn't really mad of Toma, nor did he hate him. It's just that he felt embarrassed having someone say such things to him while he's trying to be a hero. But nothing else bad could happen right? Wrong! That's when...something had came...something so evil, maybe Collan couldn't even take care of him...
A rebellious child!...oh, and that whole not being able to take care of him thing was a lie. This kid had some powerful energy for a child, but not close to Collan's. So, he just walked up to the kid and ruffled his hair a bit, despite him talking trash about the poses. "Hey look, this is serious business, and someone like you could get hurt. So why don't you go home and watch you're Saturday morning cartoons?"
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Post by Toma on Nov 29, 2016 7:19:20 GMT
Stranger and stranger...Collan complained about how Toma had smacked him, but Toma didn't care. After all, Collan was his student! He was the master, and Collan was the pupil! Toma had to set a good example! It was his duty. "Your 'job', kid, is getting yourself stronger so you can defend the planet when the time comes! I get wanting to be a hero, but the police can deal with street thugs. Focus on getting stronger so you can fight the real threats!" He'd snap, before sighing, and ruffling Collan's hair some. "And try not do to anymore of those poses, okay? Your opponent will never take you seriously if you do them."
That was about the time that Guardia, the Demon Blade floated over to Toma. It's eye opened as it spoke to him about his being sane, only for it to freeze and know his name. It was like it it'd seen a ghost! Of course, Toma's name and face had gotten around since he became Turtle Master and started taking students again -- the turtle school was growing more popular with each passing day, after all. But regardless of that, this reaction... was something else. Toma was known, but by no means was he super-famous or anything. Nobody should be surprised to see him with a group of fighters.
He'd return the telepathic link to the sword, tilting his head some. "Is something the matter?" He'd ask, curiously. He wasn't really bothered by the blade being, well, a blade, after all. For Kai's sake, he knew about wish-granting balls that summoned a magical dragon! A telepathic sword wasn't all that strange to him. Though it was certainly unexpected.
When Etoru showed up, things began to get hetic. He turned to the 'Slump Bandit', in his trashcan costume, and he couldn't help but stifle a laugh. It was kinda adorable, actually. Though he'd spank his kids if they ever went out and stole money like that. But, considering he couldn't exactly spank Etoru, he had an idea.
He'd walk up to Etoru, crouching down, his elbows resting on his knees, and balancing on the ends of his toes. He'd smile at the boy, before chuckling. "Hey there, Mr 'Slump Bandit'. You seem awfuly strong, so how about handing those bags over, eh? I know a great ice cream place nearby that I can treat 'ya to if you just hand the money back."
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Thread PL 152,964. Heavy Weights On.
Current Ki-Set PL: 20,000.
Sorry for the wait! I totally forgot it was my turn!
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Post by Mammon on Nov 29, 2016 8:58:36 GMT
"Oh, Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home..."
There be demons, more specifically there slumpt a demon on a park bench his hand raised above his horned head shielding his eye's from the sun, his hand lazily gripping a long necked bottle of some alcoholic beverage more akin to paint stripper to than an actual drink. A spattering of liquid covered his front in small stains coating his loose shirt in the detritus of a good night out. He looked up at his hand's moving the finger's back and forth before letting them fall to his side withdrawing a small box from his breast pocket, withdrawing a small slender stick, a cigarette. "Gotta enjoy the small things." He struck a match with a slight chemical hissing sound before small embers sparked to radiant life, putting it to the cigarette and breathing deep from his cancer stick. "There's a hundred ways to kill yourself on earth, and I'm taking the time to enjoy one." He said to all the important people, himself.
"What's going on here?" And he breathed out a thick acrid cloud of smoke that hovered above his head like a dark greasy halo, he arched a brow the grey length of hair bending at its apex and turning up and over his brow line like a particular hairy caterpillar trying to escape his face, he stood watching as the robbery took place around him and the cities league of goodness came out to stop it. He ran a hair through his hair slicking it back and turning his eye's on them as if a assessing a pig for market, 'how much could I get for this?' was the unspoken question.
And a voice started to scream in the back of his head, not the tiny callings of his conscious that had long ago shrivelled up and died but that of self preservation, when he looked at these combatants he didn't just see a mop of mere mortals playing dress up he saw them for their power level, any of them could crush him like a bug. The cigarette fell out of his mouth and he took a shaking step back and caught himself, show weakness to a predator and they'll pounce. So instead of running screaming into the day he stood there moving himself towards Etoru, not close by any means but close enough to see the Slump Bandit, after all in a scuffle he might drop a few bills and who'd notice a few Zeni missing? So he acted inconspicuous, well as inconspicuous as a man with horns and glowing eye's. All in all he tried his best.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Dec 1, 2016 15:28:41 GMT
A whole lot was happening.
After she gave the other two heroes orders, the Great Saiya-Man Neo tilts her head to follow the squeaky voice emanating from the sky. Zucceta found it hard not to laugh. Her costume was ridiculous, sure, but she put more effort into it than just fitting into a trash can, and the other components of his costume were scrappy to boot.
Zucceta closes her eyes and probes with her mind for the ki. Somewhat insignificant in its entirety but--wait, no, that can't be right--was that..?
She groans. Not him.
Ignoring Tomoyo's calls for the saiya-squad formation, for the moment at-least, Great Saiya-man Neo steps forwards, her mouth an annoyed line.
"Alrighty, 'Slump Bandit', why don't you be a good little kid and return that money now, eh?" Now more than ever she was grateful for the voice modulation device at the roof of her mouth.
The costumed hero folds her arms together. She wondered, briefly, if Etoru could sense ki. She was very close to having her disguise compromised, and this was only her first time out with it. |
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 2, 2016 2:09:30 GMT
Speenatch pulled his face back out of sight as soon as he was greeted by the tall Zoan. "Crappioli!" After he'd ducked away, he spread himself back against the brick wall he was using for cover (probably uselessly). His eyes were clenched shut, as were his teeth. Why? Why did he have to be noticed? Everyone here was out of his league, including the two kids. That was... that was actually a bit of an ego deflater right there.
'Okay, think here Speenatch... they're all stronger than you. Most of them seem to be trying to be heroes...' He poked his head out from the alleyway for just another moment, to peek at the broken bodies of the two robbers that were... nestled into the wall. No, nestled was the wrong word. Embedded into the wall, that was a good one. 'Though I'm pretty sure they just killed two of those guys... Or at least maimed them fer life. Normal people don't get back up from that kind of hit...'
So what he needed was a plan. Or a role for himself to play. Something that hopefully wouldn't result in everyone ganging up on him. And also allow him to keep those robbers from being turned into bloody paste. Cause seriously, c'mon... Nobody deserved to get completely crushed and destroyed by a fighter with that much power at full-power. If that even was their full power... Speenatch had been learning recently that people could actually hide or suppress their power if they wanted. Which meant initial readings were largely worthless...
As the sounds of sirens from two types of emergency vehicles filled his ears, he got his plan. All set together...
After taking a deep breath, opening his eyes and stepping out of the alley... He flew. Though not towards the fight, or the villain that just showed himself. Instead, he flew towards the "mooks" that were now inside of a wall. Them he grabbed while explaining, in a very rushed and nervous tone, "Don't mind me, everybody! Just gettin' these dudes to the police... and an ambulance. Pleasedon'tkillmebye-bye!" With that, he grabbed them both and sped towards the other "mooks" as fast as he could reasonably go.
The broken bodies were then gently deposited right in front of the, presumably frightened, remaining robber. Said robber was quickly disarmed by a grab for his gun... a grab that Speenatch followed up by crushing the thing barehanded. After that, he flew towards the car that had been flipped over, flipping it right-side up and ripping off the car door. After all, the driver had been inside the thing when it had been smashed. Or at least he hadn't seen anyone get out of it.
And lo and behold, there was a half-dead... or possibly full-dead form slumped over in the smashed up thing. He quickly tore up the seat-belt, and shifted the wreckage that was surrounding the poor fellow. 'Jaws of life ain't got s**t on me...' Then it was time for another grab n' dash as he got the robber back to the OTHER robbers that he'd left piled up next to the one still on his feet. Which reminded him...
That standing robber got a nice "five-star" (a colloquial term for a strike with all fingers extended outwards from the palm) to the solar plexus. Enough to knock the wind out of him, and cause some pain, but not enough to kill him. Speenatch couldn't suppress his power, but he could pull a punch when he wanted to. There, the robbers were neutralized... And after a moment's consideration, moved out of range of the fight that was about to ensue.
He flew all the way to the nearest hospital, which was only a few blocks from the scene! Thankfully. Speenatch hurried up to a pair of EMTs that seemed to be on break spared them a momentary explanation of how injured each of the thieves was, while speaking with the voice of “Steel”. His fingers also flew to gesture from robber to robber as he pointed out each one in turn.
"The one clutchin' his gut is just stunned, the ones on the ground are all seriously injured. That one on the right was in a car that got flipped, so he's prolly in critical if he's still breathin'. Now, I'd also recommend gettin' ready fer the police ta show up... Cause uh... They were kinda robbin' a bank a few blocks away. And they'll prolly want to arrest these guys... Welp, back to the scene of the crime!"
He didn't give the confused medical technician a chance to respond before he flew away... He had to get right back to that fight before someone else that couldn't defend themselves got hurt. Though he probably added to the man's general confusion about the strange event by doing so. For Speenatch? Well this was rapidly becoming a familiar situation. A bunch of people that were way out of his league all gathering around, and preparing to fight. Or just fighting.
And then there was this shifty looking mother-trucker that seemed to be an alien from the looks of things. Just what was he up to? Well, whatever it was, it couldn’t be good if he hadn’t already declared his intentions. Or was skulking around close to the “villain” of the whole picture.
He kept his shaded eyes on that fellow as he fluttered to land… about five feet behind him. Speenatch was very careful not to get too close to the Slump Bandit though. Nor did he want to be in a position where he was between the “Slump Bandit” and the weird that seemed to be nearly twice as strong as him. Just like every other weird alien he’d met. Which was… well that depended on whether he counted eccentric Saiyans or not.
He announced his presence in case this nameless man with horns hadn’t sensed his relatively weak power level.
“Hey… What uh… whatcha up to there, fella?” He tried to push the sound of confidence into his voice, speaking with about the same gravelly tones as he would when he was acting out his Steel persona. Which Speenatch supposed he was doing at that moment. His body-posture was also quite confident, with his arms folded in front of his chest. His mouth had a frown on it, and his eyebrows were furrowed with a look of serious determination. He silently was thankful that his eyes were hidden by the shades, since one look at them would show how it was all an act. Same with anyone that could see his vitals spiking.
Just to be safe, he started charging up some power for an attack. Whether he’d have to defend himself from the horn-headed man from another world, or from the “Slump Bandit” deciding he was easier pickings than the strong and powerful “heroes” all around. Or someone else decided to join the fray.
[Technique Used: [N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack; Charging, currently at 33% of PL. (495 PL)
KP: 2/3 if we're keeping track of that.]
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