The saiyan queen stares at the insipid quasi-saiyan, a deep irritation tugging her lips into a frown. The crimson-haired murderer was down-and-out. What sort of martial artist would try to destroy a defenceless enemy, at their lowest point?
Her mind, of course, throws her back to the capitol of Arcose and the destruction of Wyntre Kold. She shakes her head. Receiving Bing's message, she zips across the ki-churned wasteland, before setting down next to the broken bio-android. She notes the crimson hair rippling in the mud, its strands like thin worms, little red snakes.
"So, as you can see, this is going to go one of two ways," the queen notes, watching Bing intercept Celmaru's attack. "We save your sorry ass and give you a second chance, or you die here. I'd be happy to deal that blow."
The Super Saiyan Full-Grade folds her arms, releasing a low whistle. "But, really, I want to give you a second chance, because mercy is a powerful catalyst for change. Not immediately, necessarily, but eventually. Do you agree?" She offers the battered crimson warrior a short smile, her aura screaming as her energy continued to build. Zucceta didn't even know if Noxa could still speak. She wondered, briefly, what the artificial amazon might say.
There was a strange pressure in all around the woman’s head; it was disorientating. Sounds were distant, and muffled; it was as if her ears were in the perpetual state of popping from high altitude. It felt as though she run a marathon while dehydrated.
Though the overbearing agony that gnawed at the edges of her back assured Noxa she was much more than just ‘slightly dehydrated’. Oddly enough, the extremities of her body — anything away from the spine or below the neck — felt oddly, pleasantly numb. If only the torrential storm would kindly stop pounding against her wounds, this might not be so bad.
Into the mud she slowly sank, lulling into a peaceful rest. A nap longer than the ones she seemed to be drifting in and out of.
Aside from the pain crawling down her back, and the droplets pounding down on the terrain, there was the distinct feeling that Noxa should be worried about something.
The burning of her lungs suggested that might be breathing.
A sudden roar of ‘NOOOOXAAAA’ suggested that something even more important than breathing was at hand, but it was hard to put her finger on what. Whatever it was it sounded familiar — almost overdone. Still, the screaming brought her back from the brink of a nap, kick-starting her slowing metabolism.
There was a painful grip at the back fo Noxa’s neck. By Celmaru’s glowing grace, the amazon was raised from sludgy silt. Enveloped in a newly-born Ascended Saiyan’s aura, Noxa was presented to the world; baptized by the rain washing away the muck from her beaten, battered flesh.
The pain from the ki blast had only begun to fade, before Celmaru’s squeezing began to make up for it. The close proximity of the man kick rekindled Noxa’s awareness, instantly reminding the woman of what was happening.
Her lungs filled with air — at least one did. The other seemed to not want to stay inflated. She could see some of the other fighters through the haze that her one half-open eye allowed her. Through her squeezed neck Noxa managed to croak something.
“T-thanks for helping me up — I can’t breathe mud.” Her thanking was sincere; not the sarcastic, snide comment one would expect from another in her position.
Then again, sarcastic and snide was never Noxa's nature.
She was about to mention that they should probably make an exit soon; this battle didn’t look too good for them.
In her mind, Celmaru meant well. It wasn’t until his first punch came against her back that her misconception was rectified. The ensuing bursts of pain coming from her innards being directly assaulted reminded Noxa that she did, in fact, have extremities. After all, the pain reached every square inch of her body in waves.
As Celmaru’s first rage-filled question came Noxa croaked yet another answer. Or, she tried to. His punches didn’t stop. Between waves of pain, she managed a “M-maybe--!”
There would’ve been more, but it was hard to string words together under her current state.
Celmaru’s fist would by now be covered in the thick, black blood. His constant strikes not giving the rain enough time to cleanse him.
What happened next was a bit confusing. Celmaru’s rage-fueled onslaught was brought to a swift end. Noxa, who was being juggled about fell flat on the mud again. This time, on her back. Though that spelled wonders for her breathing, it meant a renewed world of pain as the grime and mud was mixed directly into her wounds. The amazon gritted her teeth as her already-flaring vision exploded with more wonderful colors.
At some point, while the little skirmish between the human and her teacher took place, Noxa’s body began to feel pleasant again. Not good out of ecstasy, but ‘good’ from the removal of the pain that had grown customary; the pain having reached such a high degree that her experience came on the other end. This time, though, there wasn’t a desire to sleep; she simply stared up with her half-opened eye into the churning sea of black above.
Another golden presence neared Noxa. She would’ve flinched, her body already beginning to associate this ascension with pain, but flinching required a few nerve connections that weren’t working at the moment.
From the corner of her eye, she could see — this was the other one; the Queen she met in Satan City those many months ago. She would’ve grinned, but that required a sense of humor that wasn’t present at the moment.
The woman talked of change, but all that resonated with Noxa was her offering to spare the Bio Android. There wasn’t even an iota — on even a flimsy ember of remorse for anything she had ever done. Noxa knew no change would come; no catalyst could exist powerful enough to fix the genetically designed callous apathy? How would a blind person understand what it’s like to see colors? A deaf person understand the experience of music?
Still, the desire to survive — no, was more than desire — it was an obsessive compulsion that consumed her every cell. But to accept the intervention she despised humans for offering one another…
If Noxa accepted she would live, but knowing that she was stained with the very hypocrisy she hated.
If Noxa declined she would die, but — But nothing. Death was the end. There was no other way.
She had made the mistake of thinking she was ready to step forth from the shadows, with dignity. Noxa made the erroneous assumption the hunters from Zilyana had long ago been surpassed. She never expected there to still be a ceiling ready to smash down against her. That alongside the corner Noxa had painted herself into began to draw forth the same anger that had vanished somewhere along the lapses if consciousness she suffered, courtesy of the Blue Bot's blast.
“Alright, okay.” The woman croaked to the Queen, accepting her offer, gritting her teeth as she strained. “Help me sit up.”
The writhing nest pushed down against the muck. With or without Zucceta’s help, eventually, the woman sat up, supported by her hair.
“C-Celmaru!” Her voice called, rolling out against the landscape. She hoped her voice could reach him, “I-is it too late to make an RSVP for the baby shower?” Her expression was tired, but bland.
She hoped all the G.A.I. she mined from Arcose wouldn’t go to waste; all of that exotic ice cream had been gathered just for that party. Her question should’ve been prefaced by something else — ‘No hard feelings, right?’ but the woman hadn’t even considered that.
Things happened. Noxa asked Celmaru an important question. Vi-Poi
Vi-Poi let out a squawk of disbelief at Celmaru’s raging insult, mouth agape.
“That’s no way to talk to your Head of State!” He sneered after recovering, Poi’s ghost leaping up to take the controls in righteous indignation.
“What a bag of turds!” Vi-Poi and Poi’s ghost exclaimed at once as Celmaru left him and shot down to try and beat up the half-conscious, already-down-and-out Noxa.
I’ll show you a scrapheap.
Just as the angry android was rearing his leg back to swiftly descend and deliver the ultimate ninja kick in the nuts to the unsuspecting Celmaru, Bing sped into the scene and struck at the belligerent Super Saiyan. His friend’s swift arrival made him reassess his attack, but did nothing to quell the vengeful teenage anger brimming in his gigaton-pumping heart. It was all he could do to keep the ghost away from flipping the Overdrive switch and making everything worse.
To get insulted by your enemy was one thing, you could punch them for sure. But to get insulted by someone who was sort of helping… well, there was no proper solution. His blue eyes shifted to the crushed form of Noxa, and when he saw Zucceta flooded in golden light arrive nearby he eased with relief. She could handle the demented diva.
When Vi-Poi flung himself down at Celmaru, it was with all the strength and energy his sapped body could muster, and just before he landed with both knees heaving against the Super Saiyan’s back, he shot out a thin line of electrically-sheathed chi, whipping the wire out at the hybrid’s already-wounded arm and attempting to twist it back and upwards painfully.
Once at his back and scrambling for the purchase, Vi-Poi belted out in the cheery and strident, folksome twang of Blowhard Paozuard, the famous cartoon Ostrich-Chicken. “Mah Kawmi! A-ah say… Ah say… the boy’s gawt a to-wun ahm! Weel you lookit that, Zuchedda, Bingums, the boy’s gawta busted ahm! Fruhm jes' a little dischawge, ah say!”
The rain poured and lightning cracked the curve of the sky, and the android and his ghost firmly resolved that being good to others did not equal letting a doof’s violent delirium go unchecked.
"A-ah say... say unks and cawlm y'self, or ah'll break it, by Kawmi ah will!"
(Vi-Poi attempting to further damage Celmaru's wounded arm with an [N1] Live Wire (3,662,774), and threatening to break it if he doesn't stop going berserko) (KP: 0/3)
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jan 26, 2017 1:44:53 GMT
The events soon colliding with Celmaru's actions soon after committing to them hit like half of a truck; for one of which it literally did...albeit with the force of high-speed locomotive. With Noxa's form out of his hands and his vision swirling with the spinning he did, the ascended hybrid was beginning to think a vague sort of sense again. Celmaru's pupils regained their presence, an icy blue persisting among the gold. An explosive splash of mud occurred. As Bing approached, the Super Saiyan leaped to his feet; a single forward hop flinging him to stability. A dash of pink formed upon the hybrid's cheek, a dull burn spreading from within. Before Celmaru could promptly retort, however, his words invaded his ears with intentions of reason...yet the reaction released far more differing ideas.
"That's cute, Gan. Of all times, now you finally do something! What a damn miracle!"
A knuckle popped alongside the hybrid's clenching palms.
"You want to stop any grudge I have? HOW QUAINT YOU ARE GAN!"
"Forget about me! What about Walker? Isn't he supposed to be your friend? An ally, even!? How far do you think Walker's fallen because of the grudge he held on your behalf? Have you tried to stop him? Have you even spoken a word to him since you fell to that DAMNED QUEEN OVER THERE?!"
"He's probably gone down some shit-stain spiral completely by now! What have you done to stop him from that? You want to stop any grudge I have? FIX SOME OTHER DAMN PROBLEMS FIRST!"
"All of this could've been avoided, yet you stood there gawking at two broken bastards bust each other apart; ALL OF YOU DID EXCEPT THE PREMIER! And he's OBLIGATED TO KEEP THIS PLANET STABLE! Sometimes its either you with your hands beneath your lap, waiting, or you can be decisive for once and TAKE THE PROBLEM OUT FROM THE SOURCE BEFOREHAND!"
Veins sprouted all along the hybrid's body; rage surging ever further within. Celmaru was hunched forward, his teeth being forcefully crushed together. Mud had begun fluttering upwards in droplets along with the energy of the ascended Super Saiyan. However, it by then that Vipoi began a brief strike upon his hybrid opponent. The wire, laced with electricity, caught hold of his opponent's arm, its form contorting to the offender's will as they pleased. The feet atop his back finally began to truly register as the Super Saiyan's arm was enveloped in pain. Only pained grunts would follow.
"Speaking of the Premier..."
Celmaru only spoke through still-clamped teeth. The hybrid's palm opened and closed for a moment, another jolt coming upon him. The Premier's suddenly southern drawl only came at a terrible time; its insufferable tone urging a vein atop his forehead to squirm violently. Further crackles of electricity spun around the hybrid. The hybrid began to brace himself.
"...That accent is terrible."
Regardless of whether or not the Premier decided to retaliate or not, the faintest cry from Noxa caught the hybrid's attention. The sound of his name urged his vision to adjust to face the crumbling, muddied shuck. The following words were a bit more personal. Something about a R.S.V.P for an event? A shower? A baby shower...
What baby shower?
Who in Kami's name decided to throw a baby shower? Whose infant? Who had even had a - "Holy Kami I completely forgot."
Was about to use [N1] Explosive Wave, but was interrupted by Noxa...technically.
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Bing's brow raised in confusion as Celmaru's furious tirade came forth. He was angry at the Serpent Master; angry at his lack of action, apparently. The grey-haired warrior stared, befuddled, as Celmaru went on to mention Walker, saying that Bing should have focused on him instead of this petty squabble.
"Who the hell... Are you?"
His confusion shifted to irritation. It wasn't often he'd get mad, but something about the way Celmaru said what he did just didn't seem sensible.
"Seriously. Who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me about inaction? I've put my life on the line more times than you've discharged Ki! I dueled Realigner Red TWICE, I was the first line of defense in the North Capitol against the Saiyan Invasion! Hell, I sacrificed my LIFE to try and stop a world-eating tree from destroying every planet in the galaxy! Where were you during all that, huh? Clearly you've got power, so what were you doing with it? You were sitting in your little corner of the Earth, training a murderous alien to become as strong as a Full-Grade Super Saiyan!"
The Young Man's eyes shut, his breaths slow and long. He needed to calm down. There was no reason to lose his cool, not from something as silly as being questioned on his activity by a Super Saiyan who couldn't control his own energy.
"Walker is his own man. He can handle himself, I'm sure of it. Besides, he left Earth a while ago, and Vi-Poi isn't the only one who's sworn to protect this place."
Speaking of Vi-Poi, the little blue brawler had snuck up on Celmaru, getting a hefty kick in, as well as snagging the Hybrid's arm in a rope of electrified Ki! Bing smirked at Vi's impeccable impression, settling back into the Serpent Style stance once more.
"I'd follow his advice. Saying Uncle is probably your best bet."
A year prior, the queen of the Saiyan Solar Empire would have scoffed at the gesture the present Zucceta was giving to the fallen fighter. If the current fighter, and fresh super-hero, had looked back on herself a year ago, two, or even further back, as a pawn of the empire, she'd have been equally disgusted by her actions. Earth, or rather its denizens, was teaching her that life was sacred, and that there was hope.
The gesture in question was a hand extended to Noxa, who took it and was helped into a sitting position. Even the worst case scenarios, the hard psychotics, could be eventually saved through mercy and understanding. That was the new core value that resonated and vibrated inside Zucceta's soul, the humming strings of a bass guitar. She had a ways to go before she mastered her emotions, and further still to answer for the sins of her past, but she was crawling up that eternal cliff-face with a determined glint in her eye.
Still, even with her goal of understanding, something ticked her off about this utter moron who was now berating Bing Gan, possibly the kindest, most active hero on Earth.
For a moment, a blade of energy springs to life in her hand; it was an unconscious gesture. Zucceta glances to her side, and waves the momentary Razor away. Still gotta work on those killer instincts, Saiya-man.
Instead, she calls to Celmaru. "The fighting's done now, brat. This 'damned queen' has seen enough bloodshed today, from her," she, very lightly, nudges Noxa's leg, "and from you."
She points to Noxa. "Whatever her major malfunction is--we should try to sort it out. If she used this power to save people rather than destroy... and if not, I can take her out. I'm not yet a believer in third chances."
She barks an order, briskly, at Vi-Poi. "Azure affecter of accents! Do you have any facilities on Earth where we can try to rehabilitate people?" Her mind sent her images of Knutts; secure for those even with a great amount of power, but certainly not intended for rehabilitation purposes.
In the back of her mind, she once again considers the "Neo Great Saiyaman". That helmet was now destroyed or buried, along with the child who wore it, thanks to Noxa. But Zucceta herself had done heinous acts of a very similar nature, during her time as a servant of the SSE and as its leader. Before she'd lost her own, she'd killed children--reluctantly, perhaps, but dutifully. Noxa, while less reluctant, inhabited a similar head-space as her old self, a being designed by war, through both nature and nurture, but with the added spice of artifice to her character.
But if Zucceta could change and grow as a person, then there was a similar potential in Noxa--and in every conqueror and killer.
Everything below her neck was still numb & inert. The helping hand Zucceta offered was gripped with Noxa’s scarlet locks and used to steady the girl up on her behind. Noxa’s hair moved down, pressing against the floor in an upside-down ‘V’ shape, helping keep her stable and propped up.
A grunt escaped: "Thanks, lady."
The girl wasn’t sure who this Walker dude was, but the name sounded familiar. It was very possible the scatter-brained bio had been told of him in passing by Celmaru before — in fact, she was almost certain it was the case. Still, now wasn’t the time to waste valuable energy thinking — not that Noxa ever spent any energy thinking, but now was ESPECIALLY wasn’t a good time.
As such, most of what was discussed sailed right over her empty head; the girl simply sat there, blank-faced as the two antennae (disguised as meshes of hair) twitched to and fro over her head, dancing in sharp motions.
The woman was just about to zone-out completely when she caught sight of the Premier leaping into action. Her eyes widened, its glowing xanthic embers focusing; her heart quickened — she watched as the droid’s knees made contact with her Sensei. It wasn’t until the azure wire came out zipping towards Celmaru’s arm that Noxa took action.
One eye half opened; brows furrowed. In one faltered breath, Noxa had lodged her arms in the cogs of reality. Metaphorically, of course — she wouldn’t be able to move her arms even if she tried.
I call this masterpiece,「 THE NOXA 」. Original work, do not steal.
Time had ceased to move. The pounding rain was suspended in the air, droplets ushered aside as Noxa’s scarlet locks parted further; her split-ends reaching out towards the halted conflict. Noxa’s hair wrapped around Celmaru’s waist — much like a child gripping her doll — lifting him away from the battle and pulling him towards herself.
Once the Ascended Saiyan had been successfully retrieved his back nestled up against Noxa’s body. He was straddled on her legs, facing out in the same direction as her — towards the blue bot & the silver-haired hermit.
Noxa’s chin came to rest on Celmaru’s muscular shoulders.
Slowly, the tug of gravity resumed it’s job; slowly, the droplets began to once more crash down around the titans.
Once time was fully in motion, Noxa could be seen glaring at ViPoi, giving him the stink eye. Only a short moment later, did Noxa’s face slowly relax. A shaky sigh escaped her as she attempted to catch her breath with her one remaining lung. Her mud-stained head rested against Celmaru’s
“No hard feelings, eh?”
Her hair slowly began to release from the Saiyan’s waist, returning to its place over over her chest and down her back. The black & yellow-eyed abomination wriggled her nose before parting one more little sentence.
“So, about that babyshower…”
Before you ask — No, I have no shame with my shitty photoshops. Noxa used Time Stop [SU2] to save Celmaru from ViPoi's N1 Celmaru sat on Noxa's lap; Noxa nestling Celmaru and asking more questions. KP 1/3
“-Ah say Ol' Yella Eyes, be a good spote and shut yer pie hole,” Vi-Poi interrupted Noxa, his perfect regurgitation of Blowhard Poazuard in stark juxtaposition with the brooding, irritated expression darkening his face. Whatever quick trick she had used to snatch Celmaru away, it had barely registered on his sensors. Bing was right to raise his guard again. Distrusting blue eyes watched Noxa’s cuddling, Celmaru conveniently placed between her and any would-be attackers. The dangling wire of chi purpled out of existence. Arriving through sheets of rain, two airships whistled close, both landing by the mangled tree-line. A crew of medical androids dispersed, quickly heading for the fallen Mr. Floofs, to tend his many injuries.
The storm had ceased raging as the bouts of chi subsided, though distant thunder still rumbled far away.
When the rain-soaked android spoke next, it was without the borrowed East District affect. “You might want to consider space prison for her,” He said to Zucceta, shaking his head, still keeping an eye on Noxa with a cool and unwavering gaze. “Because I’m not sure she’s the reforming type,” Vi-Poi said as the Bio-Android propped her chin on Celmaru’s shoulder, like she was hamming for some cutesy photobooth date shots. “A little bit ago she slaughtered a bunch of people, including a little kid. Doesn’t seem to be showing a whole lotta remorse.”
A trickle of doubt weaved its way into Vi-Poi’s machine heart. He’d forgiven Zucceta, whose actions had killed millions. Zucceta, who’d been rampaging across the galaxy to satisfy her own dark yearnings. What was so different, here? But there was something different about this, something he couldn’t quite tell.
Zucceta came clean, Poi’s ghost put in.
That was it. Zucceta had told the truth, with her heart bared and tears streaming. She hadn’t slunk behind someone else with a Gee, sowwy.
“I want you off Earth,” He told Noxa, the animated heart on his I <3 Bao T-shirt finally succumbing to the cold rain and stopping its sluggish beats entirely. Half of the heart distorted during the nanite crash, bleeding down to the hem in little pixely red lines. “Never come back.” The or else was left unsaid, but it was plain in his eyes.
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jan 29, 2017 5:03:23 GMT
"You think I had all this 'power' for years or somethin'?! Last year I was barely more than a Saiyan soldier's level! I could've been so easily crushed by any of those kami-forsaken Oozaru in that invasion! Do you think I could've defended anything, or even myself, when your power level is only four fuckin' thousand at the time!?"
"You make the same argument that dumbass Toma did, too! I haven't done anything because whenever I'm involved for one damn reason - ...every SINGLE DAMN THING I'm involved in goes HORRENDOUSLY WRONG! And look at what we have here-!"
"A bloody, muddy, goddamn mess! Guess whose still here, too?! The walkin' curse-and-a-half!"
The hybrid didn't imagine his brows furrowing anything further than they already could have. Somehow they did.
"Don't even get me started on that waste of space over there, either! The one time I had some sort of vague hope that I'd be able to do somethin' RIGHT for once - suddenly dashed in an instant! Noxa won't ever change! I made efforts to assist her and instruct her-"
"AND GUESS WHAT WENT WRONG TOO!"
The hybrid forced what sensible will he held at the moment to silence himself as Bing spoke of Walker. Unfortunately, that didn't really last for too long.
"You were there when he crumbled onto his knees on the Lookout! You didn't bat a damn eye, did you?! Walker was on his knees, what face he did have looked distraught! Do you thi-"
The ireful hybrid was interrupted by Zucceta's call. Labeling Celmaru to be a mere brat, a harsh exhale was audible. Yet, this one appeared to be more akin a frustrated sigh than a blatant growl; yet still through grit teeth. Before the hybrid could find yet another "retort" to bark out, the Super Saiyan found himself in another place. The ascended Super Saiyan's aura flickered somewhat. "Wha-"
Then the muddied visage of Noxa invaded his vision. The Bio-Droid clung to his body, her vile organs still on a rather blatant display. The facial expression of rage swiftly transitioned to bewilderment. Celmaru's teeth still remained bare and clenched together, and a pointless step back occurred. The hybrid reared his head away, his eyes still glaring down upon the nearest combatant. Various cracks and pops were clear to hear as the hybrid forced his arm into a far more comfortable position. "Why?"
"Why bring the person that wants to murder you closer?"
Noxa's first line only brought yet another pair of fists preparing to smack something. Regardless, the feeling was far from mutual. It was infuriating knowing that she'd try something like this now. An orb of Ki accumulated within his palm; the orb rising above the hybrid's head. The sphere, basic with it's coloration gone completely scarlet, bloated to gargantuan proportion. A single arm arose to support the sphere, and it loomed above Celmaru and Noxa. Yet, the second line from the virago brought sufficient reason. A baby shower. Children.
The orb vanished. The scarlet light dissipated in an instant. The hybrid's once raging, golden aura faded into nothingness. What the hell was he doing? What example would this provide for anyone? What would eliminating Noxa prove? Vipoi's order seemed to only echo as it came and went. The heroes' orders to cease began to reverberate within him. Celmaru didn't care much for the world he stood upon, yet a few certain people made it truly tolerable.
'Ayumu warned you of this. Being consumed by that one emotion will only bring you ruin.'
'Come back to me, husband.'
The Premier's words were ignored. Zucceta didn't seem to exist. Bing's presence disappeared. It was a moment where Celmaru removed the active use of Ki Sense; and the echoing voice of his wife filled his mind. There was a pause. The ascended Super Saiyan collected himself, or what pieces appeared to remain...and calmed down. A palm slapped his face.
"...What did I tell you all, hm?...Broken bastards."
A naive Bio-Android clinging to him for what almost appeared to be for dear life, and a Saiyan-Human hybrid with far too many anger issues. A pathetic pair of misfits. The palm remained upon his facial features for several moments, Celmaru choosing to finally be silent. He already decided that it wasn't worth getting so furious anymore; why did it happen again? It was at the drop of a hat, even. As easy as it was to incessantly blame Noxa, this time Celmaru was to blame himself. The golden hair of the Super Saiyan faded, the hybrid's hair resting naturally atop his scalp once again.
"I never really cared much for the world, but I never really desired to destroy it...or anything else similar. Perhaps once or twice, but nothing beyond a whimsical thought. Certain people on this world, however, make me desire for it's destruction...and other people for it's safety."
"...For what its worth, however, I apologize to everyone."
With a brief telepathic message, as haphazard as it was at the time, the hybrid spoke directly to Bing Gan. 'I apologize especially to you, as well...for lashing out at you far more than anyone else besides Noxa.'
Staring at Noxa, the hybrid's expression didn't appear far too angry; merely disappointed. "You're now my final attempt to 'train' anyone. I'm never instructing anyone in any thing again. Congratulations."
"I can see now, through you, that I'd be a terrible mentor...and father. The way you acted was like a child; and I thought I was able enough to teach you properly to avoid being like this. Once again, I was horribly incorrect."
The hybrid attempted to grasp Noxa's head, shifting it to force her to meet his gaze. "You're to never be my student again. Or anyone else's. Next time I see or hear anything relating to you and murder, you'll face more than just me and these three."
"...Regardless, the anger I expressed from your actions will remain the same until you can prove otherwise. Don't ever make me turn into that monster of an Ascended Super Saiyan again, either."
'And may Kami hope I never have to use it.'
The hybrid glanced at the other ascended Super Saiyan, a swift redirection of his vision following soon after. The hybrid was sure she was one of many that now despised him. Vipoi was soon glanced over; the previously face-slapping palm now tempted to hide his facial features once more in embarrassment. Bing Gan offered just as much awkward thoughts regarding his opinion as the others did, yet less prominent. "...I should be leaving. I've already handed out enough bullshit and issues tonight."
"I've...also spoken too much."
Almost used [MP3] Ultimate Kaiser Impact.
Celmaru has considered leaving next post. Celmaru has also calmed down; returning to base form from Super Saiyan Two.
Celmaru wasn't afraid to dish out excuse after excuse for why he didn't show up here or there. It was insulting to the Serpent Master. He was weak once, too. It wasn't like that stopped him from risking his life. Bing scoffed, folding his arms in a manner that way too clearly showed he was ticked off. "Everyone I know has gotten immensely strong over the course of the last year, myself included. If you're as strong as you are today, I sincerely doubt you couldn't have helped during the Invasion. West City was hit by the weakest squadron; were you truly so pitifully weak back then that you couldn't even tango with them, or did you ignore it like every other problem that's shown up on Earth?"
Every moment that passed was another moment that Bing wished he wasn't here. He wished he was the defender of some other, less complicated planet. Namek would be a great place to visit right now, he was certain. Much better than this muddy dump, at least.
Bing frowned, though not at Celmaru. His disappointment was more towards himself. He'd never been one to be so petty with his anger. What was it about Celmaru that set him off so much? Was there something else involved? Was he still feeling the after-effects of his cyborgified mind? He was a being of pure rage back then. Perhaps not even Shenron could dispel all of that hate.
His self-reflection was cut short as Celmaru kept running his mouth, saying Walker had apparently "crumbled" on the Lookout. "I'm not sure if you remember, but I was in the process of reverting from being an abomination who could only hate. It's kind of hard to focus on Walker when I'm going through all of that."
A part of him wanted to run up and deck the stupid Half-Blood, but it seemed his moment would pass too soon. Just as he disregarded the idea, Celmaru vanished from sight, causing Bing to blink blankly. For a brief moment, he considered thanking the Kai's above for deleting this idiot from existence, but his gratitude soon vanished when he heard Noxa's words. Apparently, she'd teleported Celmaru into her lap, and began coddling him.
"This is really happening..."
Noxa's soothing motions were enough to calm the raging beast inside Celmaru. He turned back to his normal state, stating some very strange things in the process. Bing just stared, still utterly dumbfounded by the misfits that somehow found themselves in the highest echelon of power. He heard Celmaru's apology, but wasn't sure exactly how to respond. The best he could do was nod in the Saiyan's direction.
He walked wordlessly towards Zucceta, who was still holding immense power in her body. He gave her a salute as he passed by, his Ki lowering to more standard levels as he began to climb to the top of a nearby hill.
"We need to catch up some time, Queenie. I'm not sure what you're into besides fighting, though. Call me up when you've got time; we'll plan a day or something like that."
Bing floated into the air, staring in the general direction of the Lookout. He had a kid to get back to. A very cranky kid, who was probably being cared for by a very tired mother. He waved to Vi-Poi, and considered flipping the bird to Celmaru and Noxa, but decided against it. With a burst of Ki, he shot off into the rain-filled sky, heading back to his family.
The queen nods at Vi-Poi's judgement. It was fair: Noxa could not remain on this planet with her current attitude. She might have a spark of good in her soul, somewhere, but it would take a quest of her own spirit to see if that spark could surge into the fire of hope.
And then Celmaru began to speak.
Only a single thought initially crossed the saiyan monarch's mind: What the flying dung is happening right now?
It was quickly followed by another, woven with fury and coated in venom: That god-damn asshole.
So incensed was the warrior queen that she didn't even blink at Noxa's re-positioning. Celmaru's woe-is-me speech hit every possible note in a pitch-perfect performance of pathetic infantile drivel, starting strong with a "I was a weak little scrote who got scared of a few big numbers" before reaching a particular high crescendo of bullshit with his quasi-psychotic murmurings about "well maybe a few times I considered destroying the planet, no biggie though, heh, just for laughs". That was, more or less, the transcript, Zucceta would vouch.
In an instant, after Celmaru decided to shut his whiny little trap, the queen made a flash-decision. Bing's words, unfortunately, fell on deaf ears: in other circumstances Zucceta would have made a quip about def poetry and jazz bars. She'd have said something about Noxa, that the past was not what defined you but the actions of the present and the image of the future. Instead, all that filled her mind was an image of Celmaru Waterfield, brat in the body of a man. She'd expected such nonsense from someone six years old... Etoru, perhaps, had more mature up attitudes (sometimes, at least) than this father-to-be. The fact that he, this runt filled with piss and vinegar, of all people, would soon have children of his own--and her own child,
Thoughts disintegrate into fragments and fall to pieces.
Letting out a deep, guttural growl, a wordless primordial rage somewhat enhanced by her enhanced Super Saiyan form, Zucceta the warrior raises her right hand. It flashes to a neon red for a single moment, and then a compact, white orb of ki screeches from her palm, aiming to strike Celmaru in the head and knock him the hell out. It had taken all of her remaining restraint to stop herself from allowing it to remove his brain from his miserable skull.
[She got super triggered. UP2 Pale Grenade: %386 32,872,243 PL aimed at Celmaru's skull with hope to KO and possibly knock a few teeth out. KP 0/3]
As much of a daddy figure as Celmaru was to Noxa, he wasn’t anywhere near as important to her for her to jump in front of THAT — hell, she ate her own ‘father’.
Seeing the woman, who had gathered an ungodly echelon of power over the course of the last few moments, aim it all at Celmaru, spelled the biggest ‘that’s my queue to leave’ that Noxa had ever gotten.
Before Zucceta even began screaming — just as her visage began to show glimpses of the meltdown that was coming, Noxa moved.
Using the meager amount of energy she had left, the woman found herself halting time. Nothing special was done this time; she simply put as much distance between herself and THAT as she could.
To everyone else, it would look as though the woman simply ‘popped’ from behind and beneath Celmaru, and was suddenly floating away, her ribbon-like hair wrapping around her limp body and exposed organs. She looked like a velvet-red mummy, who had been oozing black blood through a few bandages and dragged through the dirt.
If nothing impeded Noxa, she was going to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
This place was full of crazies.
Used her SU1 Halt Time (flavored dodge) to put some distance between herself and Celmaru. Numbers irrelevant, as KP was used just for razzle dazzle.
She is still very much sensible and visible as Mummy Noxa tries to GTFO.
Celmaru started mouthing off again, but he was getting it back from Bing now. Vi-Poi whistled between his yttrium teeth. He hadn’t seen the ex-Kami throw this much salt down since he’d lost a go-cart race in Super Majin Party. Bing clearly won the exchange, because Celmaru was sparing everyone the trouble and slapping himself by the end of it.
The azure android tapped his brow in salute as Bing flew off. His old friend never ceased to surprise him.
Vi-Poi mimicked Celmaru’s voice perfectly as he landed next to Zucceta, “…nothing beyond a whimsical thought. —who farted, am I right?” His blue eyes shifted to the chi charging up the angry queen’s arm. “Whatcha ya gonna use that -" His question cut off as the brilliant shine of Zucceta’s grenade spun at Celmaru’s head.
Well, that musta felt good. Poi’s ghost said as the attack detonated with such power that he doubted anyone could have managed it. Vi-Poi took the chi’s temperature. He didn’t think it’d been the killing sort.
The rain ended all at once.
“Mister Premier! Administrator Azure, sir!” It was one of the medical androids, rushing up on spindle legs that were overdue for a greasing. “Are you alright, sir?” One of the android’s bulbous eyes opened up like a clam, and a thin antenna fanned Vi-Poi with green light.
“I’m fine,” He said, thumbing over his shoulder at the roiling smoke where Celmaru stood. “Go check on that guy. He’s probably going to need a few aspirins.”
"Yes, sir!" The medibot sped off towards the column of smoke.
"I mean, but keep him unconscious!" Vi-Poi added.
Watching Noxa wobble away, Vi-Poi cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, you’re still very oozy, though. Buh-bye! Don’t let me find you again!” He yelled, then held a fist out towards Zucceta. Shimmering rays of sunlight were breaking apart the gloomy clouds, one golden lance after the next. “Guess it’s a job well done, huh?”
Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jan 31, 2017 4:38:41 GMT
It appears as that speaking without permission near a queen wasn't obvious enough. With Noxa's frantically attempting to exit, and the Queen's furious roar, Celmaru could only designate one more particular detail prior to being struck.
'I should learn how to not be shit at life.'
The impact, however, left the few outside spectators hoping that there was no more than a concussion. "Ooooooh!"
"That's gotta hurt."
Unfortunately, mere head trauma wasn't going to be sufficient. It appears that Celmaru made a rather fatal mistake of returning to base form; given that a torrential power struck him clean across the everything through the impact alone. The hybrid, fortunately, wouldn't be conscious long enough to register the entire strike. However, various bones would begin to shatter upon impact; breaking into utter fracture, at best. Regarding the hybrid's actual face, a jaw would once again snap and dislocate, followed by his facial features contorting in feeble resistance to such a punch.
Wherever Celmaru did eventually end up, the otherworldly spectators weren't sure a basic little medicine-bot had enough tracking to legitimately keep sight of him. Regardless, a smoking pile of nothing remained in where Celmaru once stood. Now he was just a dumbass kid in the middle of somewhere; completely unconscious.
Forced out of the thread by Zucceta because he was hit by something roughly 95 times stronger than him in an instant.
32,872,243 PL vs. 345,347 Can anyone guess what won here? <,<
Thread Exit. Requesting PL as SSJ2 was acquired and because holy hell that punch. I'd like to say that calls for at least a flavored Zenkai.
Bing turned back just in time to see the energy wave crash over Celmaru's form. He covered his eyes from the intense light. Even from afar, it still hurt to look at. As the energy subsided, Celmaru was revealed to be completely missing! His Ki was still out there, but he could tell that the little punk wouldn't be spouting nonsense for a few days at least. Bing smirked.
"Wish I coulda done that."
He turned again, and sped off. He needed to check on Ember. Figuring out how Etoru was doing out in space would be a good idea, too. If only he could remember who he said he had left with..