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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 1:41:08 GMT
Agressive Marketing Power Level: 220,211 Resonance: 2,422,321 / 2,642,532 Hideaki: 50,000T4 Shop: ActiveToma
The hard thumping of paws smashing into the cement of a Southern city caused a few of the civilians to take it that construction was currently in progress. The fact the sound gained to some and faded to others caused pedestrians to turn their heads and look, only to realize that there was notable panting mixed in with the sound as it grew louder. Those who turned to address the sound were only met with a blur of white and a rushing wind that left behind a lingering scent of wet fur and a few strands of white fluttering in the air.
‘I don’t need a license, she said; driving a ship can’t be that hard, she said.’ Mumbled the demonic canine in his head, the 888 lbs 5’09” mountain of fur rushing down a street with the unprecedented speed only a ki user could muster. His gaze shifted from street to sky; one watched for obstacles, the other followed the blazing, erratic trail of smoke being expelled from an out-of-control Saiyan pod. It was soon that his paws moved from cement to sand and eventually fell through water, forcing the pursuing force to take flight.
Hideaki, who soared over the water, truly hoped that the pod’s crash didn’t take place within the sea. The weather was clear, and the ocean looked far from tumultuous, but that didn’t mean that such a crash would be good news; a sea burial, even if it wouldn’t mean Noxa’s end, it would surely mean a loss of her investment…
Having an angry, pouty, or grumpy partner could arguably be a worse fate than having a dead one.
The blaring alarm and repeating voice were so loud Noxa could hardly hear herself coughing, though no sound would have been loud enough to quell the burning sensation that spread through her lungs. Noxa was forged in another world’s lab to be an extremophile, but it seems that breaking smoke wasn’t part of the genetic makeup. Her duo-toned eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision as she did her best to read one of the many displays within her pod.
“Manual override failure; suggested engaging autopilot.” A robotized woman’s voice repeated over and over, though it failed to respond to Noxa’s demands.
“HOW IN THE HELL DO I DO THAT?! WHERE IS AUTO PILOT?!”
The strange, lifting sensation in her pit of her stomach told the woman that she had long since reached terminal velocity. She could break free at any time, after all, the amazon knew her own strength had long since surpassed these kinds of machines… But breaking this would surely void her return warranty — something she hoped she had at this point.
She made a mental note to check if it covered cockpit fires.
Her frantic button-pressing soon turned into a forceful pounding of the screens… Which cracked, sending bright flares of electricity shooting out into the cockpit and coursing through her body, only adding to the painful experience at hand.
She hoped it also covered screen damage done out of desperation.
Mr. Floofs watched as the falling vessel sunk lower and lower into the horizon, eventually meeting the distant ground with enough of an impact to raise a plume of smoke that continued to rise into the sky, giving away the location — and at least assuring the dog that ground zero wasn't amid a school of fish.
To that rising flag, the dog double timed.
The ship had stopped moving, and the alarm had stopped blaring. Good signs.
All the lights of the ship were off, which would have left the woman in a pit of darkness, were it not for the reinforced — cracked — glass panel and light that arcs of electricity occasionally gave off. Bad signs.
A sudden, violent jerk rocked the space pod as the door slammed open; a jolt from her seat rocked against Noxa’s body, springing the bio android rocketing out of the ship, and smashing face first into the hot, sandy ground a few feet away from the crashed vessel.
In the not-so-far distance, she heard a weak, robotized feminine voice chiming in.
“Destination reached! I hope you had a pleasant flight!”
Despite her awareness that it wasn’t AI speaking, Noxa still wanted to shout obscenities back at the half-broken mess of a machine. Instead, the woman simply rolled on her back, giving meek coughs as she rested on the floor. It was nice to have clear air again — and natural light. Even the woman’s often restless hair seemed to enjoy the well-earned respite.
Eyes shut, metallic chitin armor half covering her flesh, and with a familiar demonic power level closing in on her, Noxa lay, wondering if the spaceshop accepted refund requests.
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Post by Toma on Dec 6, 2016 2:59:19 GMT
TOMA THE HEROCRASSSHHH!!!
The entire island rocked as Noxa's space pod slammed into the beach, causing Toma to nearly fall over from his training excersize. He stood back up, rubbing the back of his neck before his face became crossed with annoyance. What the hell had it been? Some kinda meteor? He decided to check it out, and so he began to float into the air and blasted off towards the area, flying clear to the other side of the island before he hovered above the pod.
The power inside was familiar, Toma noted. He'd met this being before. Somewhere. But where? Only once, he felt, and it was weaker back then, hadn't it been? He closed his eyes for a moment, before lowering himself to the pod -- and then it came to him. She was the girl from Satan City! The one that had been the target of that monsters rage, right? Well, she'd certainly come a long way since then. Toma was glad that there were still such fast advancing fighters in the universe.
Toma walked over to the side of the damaged pod, before finding a small keypad on the side. After entering a universe emergency-release Code pre-programmed into all spacepods, the door would open with a hiss as the pod depressurized. Toma would peek his head over the door and look inside at it's occupant, before speaking. "Hey there, that was a bad crash. You all right? Hurt at all?"
Luckily, he happened to have a senzu bean on him at the moment in case she'd been harmed.
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@noxa
Thread PL 153,464. Heavy Weights On.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 23:09:22 GMT
In the not-so-far distance Toma would likely hear a series of groans, leading him to see that the pilot had been ejected from the seat at some point after the crash, after all if it had been prior the woman would likely have been found a long way off into the ocean, not a few meters off, rolled onto her back.
The ebb and flow of the time managed to just reach Noxa, the waves brushing up against her hair — which admittedly felt fantastic; just freshing enough to stave off a rather frustrating headache, likely born from inhaling noxic fumes and an incredibly turbulent landing. Only now, with a brief moment to recover, did Noxa begin paying attention to her inherent six sense — energy detection. She felt a familiar signature, one she couldn’t quite pin down. The woman narrowed her eyes, “Why does it feel so familiar?”
Not long after, she would get the sound of a voice to go along with the ki; that began setting off enough neurons for her to put A and B together. The image of a golden god and a delicious signature attack smashed into her mind. Noxa found herself instantly snapping into a seating position, her hair flailing about as though she was an angry gorgon, though her facial feature was one of astonishment — not anger.
The salt water that had drenched her hair ran down her head, washing away some of the soot that stuck to her from the little accident. Her eyes looked past the smoking pod and into the rummaging saiyan.
“You!”
Noxa found herself pushing to her feet, being much more vocal about her realizations than he was. “You’re that guy — the super saiyan who showed up on Satan city when that jackass monster was burning stuff!”
Noxa leaned forward, swiftly floating to the man and orbiting him like some sort of intoxicated fairy. “You jerk — I remember you poking me and telling me to get lost!”
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Post by Toma on Dec 7, 2016 5:01:29 GMT
TOMA THE HEROMuch to the Hermit's surprise, the girl wasn't inside the Pod at all! She'd been ejected as soon as the pod had landed, and was currently laying on the beach nearby. Toma looked over to her, and quirked a brow -- had he been hallucinating in Satan City? She certainly didn't look to be so... mature when he'd seen her before. Or wearing such a daring and exposing outfit. Nor did she have red hair!
But his Ki Sense never betrayed him -- she was the same woman, through and through. She had to be, after all. It was the only thing that made sense! As she snapped to her seated position, the Turtle Master crossed his arm, half-expecting an angry barrage of attacks or swears from the woman due to his actions in Satan City.
She claimed she remembered who he was, and he nodded in response, not yet speaking verbally. The wind blew past them as she orbited his form, making his hair flow with it, his orange Gi fluttering behind his legs. She called him a 'Jerk' and Toma chuckled.
"I did what I did because you were in danger. Had you not left, there was a very real chance you may have perished. I apologize if you felt offended, but I had to get a point across and had no time to explain." Toma would begin, his eyes trailing the girls form. The ocean swayed with the tides, waves crashing upon the beach and water washing up over Toma's ankles, soaking his boots. Though he didn't mind -- they were waterproof. Sealed completely tight.
Scanning her powerlevel once more, he compared it to his own. She was as strong as him -- no, even stronger. He could still put up a good fight if he turned Super Saiyan, but he felt she could still probably defeat him. Especially given how resiliant she seemed to be -- not even scratched by her pod crashing. Her clothes weren't even torn!
It was then that Toma felt a second, Demonic Ki heading to their location. Turning his head to the left, he scanned the ocean he looked out from, while speaking. "You've since grown far stronger than you were those months ago. I'm impressed. What kind of training do you do?" He'd ask, still keeping an eye out for the incoming canine.
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@noxa
Thread PL 153,464. Heavy Weights On.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 1:44:14 GMT
Noxa’s senses began clearing — one of the pluses of being forged in a lab off the genetic material of a regenerating race, and another with incredibly fast metabolism. As it did his words began to sound less distorted and began to better cement in her own mind. Her floating around him like a flame bound moth ceased, and the scarlet-haired Bio Woman began to settle down near her ship, picking it up through the use of vine-like tendrils that moved from behind her hair — as well as the hair itself, which stretched out and lifted the object from the sand. Once above her head, Noxa began to waddle out to the sea.
By the time the water reached near her knees it seemed that Toma had finished speaking, and at that point, Noxa began. Her voice was loud as she attempted to project it loudly enough as to be heard over the strangely active ocean — must have been a full moon for it to be too tumultuous.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” The woman admitted, “At the time I wasn’t able to sense ki, but all things considered I wouldn’t be surprised if that flaming monster was way out of my league back then.” The ship was lowered into the waves, the foaming green beginning to rush in to quell the flames and any other source of rising smoke.
“And you’re right, I’ve got pretty strong over time.” She said, “But that’s all thanks to my teacher — he is the Turtle guy. Err… Turtle Master? Celmaru — he…” Noxa paused, looking back, “I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you. If you’re here that means you’re his student! So, I guess we’ll be classmates.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed as she stood up straighter, overlooking the school yonder. She had to admit it was a rather interesting course that events had taken — bringing her crashing down not far from her school instead of the sea or some remote countryside.
Her voice rose once more, “He is probably furious with me. I haven’t been here for a long time — busy running a shop, taking care of a dog who…”
“BARK!”
“Has… Just arrived.” Noxa mumbled, though her voice was far lower — more of a comment to herself than anything.
The woman’s head cocked over her shoulder, watching as the massive beast, who had been soaring over the waves, began to sink lower and lower before he ceased flight altogether, swimming the last few dozen feet over to Noxa — his large puppy head not having much trouble staying atop the waves.
“AARRF!” He called, raising himself as to rest his top paws atop the ship, his barking being translated to Noxa, ‘That was a stupid decision! You could’ve been hurt, you brainless shrew!’
Noxa, who had turned her body fully to the new arrival shook her head, arms crossing behind her substantial chest. “Are you kidding? I’m way stronger than anything that falling from space could do to me.”
“Awroo!” Came this howl-like cry, which was once again telepathically issued to the redhead, ‘Next time learn to use a ship before you take it out! Your human technologic voodoo is dangerous and confusing; what if they don’t fix or refund it to you?’
Noxa paused nodding, “Yeah, I guess that’s definitely a worry.” She agreed, “I don’t think that they would be refunding me anything considering how to beat up this thing is now.”
There was a snort, which wasn’t translated; it didn’t need to. Noxa knew it was a vindictive ‘I’m always right’, or something along those lines. Either way, the dog — who had a relatively happy, innocent expression on his face this entire time, found himself turning and walking closer to the beach.
Once out of water Mr. Floofs shook himself dry, looking over to Toma and snorting — not a snooty, but more one of simple acknowledgment. The dog’s snout was put to the sand, where he began sniffing and walking about. He would walk behind Toma, and began clawing at the ground — sending up a good deal of sand Toma’s way if he didn’t move.
As his digging ceased, the dog would reach down into the sand, biting a set of orange, blue clothes — gi.
“Oh!” Noxa exclaimed, “Good! It’s still here!” She cheered, lifting the water-filled ship rather effortlessly over her head. The sheer weight causing her to sink a little into the sand, but soon she resumed walking over to the beach, dumping the salt water from the ship in the process. Said space pod was left off somewhere relatively dry, before the woman moved over to the shop and took a hold of her old Turtle Gi, giving it a hard shake to remove any excess sand.
“Always easier to store it here than remembering where I put it when I get home!”
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Post by Entirely Ed on Dec 10, 2016 11:46:30 GMT
@noxa your PL gains are 1981OLD PL: 239,483 NEW PL: 241,464 Toma your Zeni gains are 661OLD ZENI: 3,142 NEW ZENI: 3,803
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