Orecc
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PL: 10
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @orecc
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Post by Orecc on May 6, 2018 14:45:18 GMT -6
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| Orecc's PL: 10 |
Orecc was young, she was hip, and she was having a wonderful day today. Things had been calming down recently, nothing bad or too shocking had happened around her. Usually she'd be beating thugs or hiding from cops after a big misunderstanding. She'd been walking through the streets of North City, just kind of wandering to find something to do today. She heard of a little old school restaurant called Mc. Bao, maybe she could go there. But somehow karaoke also sounded nice, not sure why though. But as she thought about what to do, she barley payed attention to where she was going, and ended up turning into an alleyway, and stopped halfway through as she looked around confused. "Huh...wrong turn I guess." The dog zoan turned around and was about ready to leave, before she hear someone call out from behind. "Hey!" The man shouted, causing her to turn once more to see a guy having the girl at gun point. "Now if you know what's best for you, you'll keep quiet and empty your pockets!" The girl just gave a blank stare in response, blinking. "...Okay?" Orecc was disappointed that her nice day was ruined, but she had no idea why this guy attacked her, surely the man had to hear of her, but she'd just have to beat him down.
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 6, 2018 15:31:53 GMT -6
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CARRO'S PL: 10
LEO'S PL: 16,000
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LEOTURNDOWNTHETHRUSTPLEASE--" Carro's first real field run with LEO was going... somewhat poorly. As ecstatic as she was to be free from Carro's basement, her AI seemed a little to eager to explore every nook and cranny and soar about at high speeds. Carro tried to tipe in commands on the side of his visor, but alas, the battle suit he now adorned barely registered any of the saiyan's commands. Taking a breath in and staring down at the city that zipped by below, powers appearing and disappearing on his scouter in a flash, he did manage to catch eye of a distant scene on his zoomed scouter camera while LEO began to slow down to smell the flowers.
"W-wait! I see something!" The saiyan began, forcefully turning his head and the suit to direct the feline AI's attention to a scene at the end of an alleyway they were now hovering above. A canine zoan was being mugged, right in front of them. LEO grumbled at the sight of a dog of all things, but this time Carro was the one pushing for control over their shared body. "We're helping. You want to test out our powers and kick some butt, right? Or are you chicken?" Carro taunted, earning an agitated growl from the AI. "That's the spirit." He smiled with a sigh, rearing back and soaring down to the scene below.
With a flash of orange from above, Carro landed in an old-school superhero landing stance he'd seen in several dozen movies, right behind the mugger. A magnetic pulse flew from his exposed, armored palm- if all went well, the man's gun would be pulled right into Carro's grip, though he'd forcefully throw it over several buildings instead of holding the man at gunpoint with his own weapon. With one arm shifted into it's cannon state with gathering energy, the weakling saiyan glared daggers at the criminal. "...You want a head start?" He smirked with his tail swaying behind him, finally able to use all those cool lines from his favorite mystery movies and sentai flicks. This day was a dream come true.
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Post by Glay on May 6, 2018 15:47:12 GMT -6
Mugger Mischief Glay was getting manga from the book store. He saw a female robot scaring the crap out of the criminal. He asked on the counter to put the Yuka The Mad Duelist on hold. He walked down the street to see the robot and talk with it and crap. Then he saw a humanoid with a tail he could tell that was a Saiyan. While he was walking he was slowly transforming to install fear in the Saiyan. He didn't give a crap about the robot anymore he wanted to toy with Saiyan. Then he thought maybe I should not transform and try to befriend him. I could learn more about his race. So he started going back down to his base form. He asked the Saiyan "Hey your a Saiyan aren't you, also why do you use a robot and not do the work yourself?" To him seeing a Saiyan not getting his hand dirty is kinda weird. The Saiyan also seemed very annoyed by the robot for some reason. |
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Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on May 6, 2018 20:45:55 GMT -6
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| Ramen's PL: 8,410 |
Open road was one of those things you really learned to appreciate when you had a nice, classic bike. And North City was great for open stretches of road. At least when you were driving in the middle between two lanes of traffic. But that's pretty much legal when you're on a bike, right? Surely it wouldn't inconvenience anyone... at this point, she was content to continue her reckless little adventure until she either ran out of room, or she heard sirens. But that plan came to a stop when she saw a flash of orange, followed by one of the most dramatic landings she'd ever seen. If it weren't for the saiyan, she probably would've missed the mugging entirely. She wrenched her bike around, haphazardly cutting just past traffic causing drivers to slam down on their horns, her arrival being announced by a chorus of upset commuters.
She rode right up onto the curb before bringing her bike to a halt, pulling her helmet off and leaning on the handlebars as if to be conversational. "So!" she grins, glancing from person to person. "We've got an innocent shopper, a superhero, an alien and a mugger who picked the wrong city and the wrong time of day to be causing trouble."
Seemingly content to assume the apparent-superhero had everything under control, she twisted sideways and slipped off of her bike, making sure to take her time before striding over to the front of it, relaxing back with one foot on an a tire and her elbows against the handlebars. She might not be helping much, but at least if she looked really calm, the mugger would think she was just so great he wouldn't try any sneaky little tricks.
That was a viable strategy, right?
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Post by 🇽🇦🇯🇮 on May 7, 2018 8:47:29 GMT -6
X A J I There was a loud BANG, and a pale, scruffy figure with light purple hair was stumbling away from a dumpster, looking down blandly at his arm. It wasn't hard to guess that he had just ran into it and the arm had taken the brunt of the collision, but it didn't seem marked from the encounter.
"Oh. I didn't think I would feel that..." he mumbled in a bland, preoccupied monotone, his face still deadpan, then he reached over to the dumpster and rested an ear against it, his eyes - bags and dark shadows both - widened a bit as if he heard something interesting. He then grabbed the lip of the dumpster, requiring him to stand on tiptoes, even at his 6'2" height, and hoisted himself up with one arm and started rifling around the over-full dumpster with his free hand.
With a triumphant chuckle, he lowered himself, the arm that lifted and lowered him showing no strain from hoisting that adult-sized body, and his right hand held a giant, almost mutant-looking rat in it. It struggled and thrashed in his hands, and was biting and leaving faint marks along his wrist, but the man seemed suddenly preoccupied with the confrontation in front of him, and he stared blankly at it, ignoring the rat and the collateral damage along his arm, the scratches and bites not drawing blood, but leaving faint marks along his wrist, hand and forearm.
"Oh..." he said, as if seeing somebody in a place where he hadn't expected to see people.
"Hey. I was just fishing around for a snack. Anybody know where I can find a restaurant that will cook this for me?"
Bio Android
True Neutral | Unknown Age | Male
900 (Thread PL)
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Orecc
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PL: 10
Intense Struggle (x2T)
Tag: @orecc
Posts: 29
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Post by Orecc on May 9, 2018 16:28:37 GMT -6
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| Orecc's PL: 10 |
As the dog zoan was just about ready to beat the man down, she was shaken as someone crashed right behind the thug. This guy was wearing some pretty cool armor she had to say, and even had some great tech, taking the gun the mugger had right of his hands and launching it across the city like that. It caused her to smirk, impressed with what this boy had. Was this what they considered toys these days? Because if so, she wanted one. But the entrances didn't stop there, a strange alien creature came up towards the small child to question him which was just weird for what was happening. Then another person came who just seemed to be an observer, and to top it all off, they also had a dumpster diver with a weird rat...splendid. The criminal was absolutely frightened at this point, clearly shaking in his boots as he looked left and right, both exits being blocked. That's when he shouted, "I'm out of here!" With that, he attempted to run past Orecc, but she quickly grabbed his face as he went past her and slammed him into the ground with enough force to knock him out. She sighed, and turned to the orange suited super hero.
"I appreciate the help, but I could have handled the situation, my knight in pretty spectacular shining armor." She began to look around at everyone who surrounded her. "Alright everybody, the show is over, we can move on now." But before she even moved an inch, from further down the ally behind where the strange purple haired man was, two more men came out with, one holding a bat, the other a shotgun. They seemed confident until the moment they saw everyone who was there, with the knocked out friend of theirs. As the bat wielding man began to ran, the other would try to fire upon everyone else. "Eat this!" Unloading his shells, Orecc quickly jumped behind the dumpster, though reluctantly as she wasn't too fond of this weird guy. Sadly she didn't bring any weapons with her today. "Alright, I take it back, I need that help kiddo!"
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 12, 2018 9:35:25 GMT -6
CARRO'S PL: 10
LEO'S PL: 16,000
The criminal tried to flee, only to be smashed head-first into the pavement by Orecc. Carro's scouter did indicate that the canine zoan's power was on par with his own without LEO, though... 'C...Can I do that?' He found himself thinking. Turning around, Carro caught eye of an Arcosian starting to transform, only to drop the act and try and talk things out himself, questioning the saiyan himself. Carro took a few steps back, fists clenched and legs spread into a stance, just in case the once hostile-seeming space lizard tried anything. "I'm not a saiyan like the others you're probably after. I'm an Earthling, primarily. That and, well, I'm not the strongest without LEO here." Carro admitted with a shrug. He was only part saiyan after all, and had never stepped foot on Planet Vegeta, let alone any other planet besides Earth. The helmet upon his head seemed to beep with pride in response to Carro's little statement as well.
Carro then noticed another rather confident-looking Earthling, to which he gave a quick smile and wave, and then some odd... person. With a rat. A rat that he wanted to cook and eat alive. LEO didn't see anything wrong with eating a mouse. Carro couldn't help but to feel bad for the trapped and squirming rodent, though... Dashing over, he'd attempt to pry it from Xaji's grip, promptly setting the creature on the ground so it could flee. "Dude, that'll give you some disease if you ate it." The saiyan explained. "That and it's just weird and wrong." He took several steps away to distance himself from the odd bio-android, still slightly creeped out by the man.
His attention turned back to Orecc, who addressed him as a "knight in shining armor" with a joking air. Carro forced a laugh, though the party was indeed over. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get a move on. Say, do you know anywhere where I can do some target practice with--" He began, only to flinch when a metallic echo that hurt his ears echoed through his helmet. Carro reached to the side of the helm, pulling out a slightly indented bullet. Turning, he eyed the other two thugs, then the now hidden Orecc. Well, she was spirited enough and sure didn't hold back against the other thug, so...
Dashing beside Orecc in cover, Carro began to tap away on a panel on his metallic arm. Soon enough, the armor coating his forearm popped off, forming into an odd sort of cannon once more, to which he passed to Orecc. "Hey, get out there and kick some butt." He smiled. "You seem to be good at that."
Peering over the dumpster himself and taking a few steps away from the purple-haired man again, Carro set his other armored palm over the dumpster, which had formed into a cannon that matched the one Orecc now held. A blast began to charge, seemingly aimed at the feet of the thugs. Though, some time was needed before he could unleash the charged blast...
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Post by 🇽🇦🇯🇮 on May 14, 2018 8:22:35 GMT -6
X A J I Xaji stared dejectedly at the rat that was allowed to get away, and sighed. One of the homeless people he'd met in his travels had told them that they were perfectly good for eating, but someone else had said that they were better off cooked. Now, it looked like he would never know whether the raw foodie or the gourmet had been right.
He had been about to say something when some thugs appeared in the alley. He had been about to greet them when he noticed Carrot operating some kind of hi-tech machinery - a weapon from the looks of it - and calculations began whirring in front of his vision around the cannon. Cocking one eyebrow, Xaji turned to the thugs, canting his head to the side, and eying their weapons blankly for a moment. It was then that he looked down at his body, and noticed there were partial holes in it. His internal systems indicated that there were shells still in his body, but indicated that the damage would not be lethal to him.
"Hey, I...." he paused for a moment, frowning thoughtfully, then continued. "Yeah, I don't think that's a nice thing to do. I saw a movie once, I know just how to deal with this."
As he had been speaking, the shells had begun falling out of the holes in his abdomen, the flesh mending itself where the holes had been. When he finished, he struck a pose - ignoring the top of his jumpsuit that now had holes all through it - and stood there for a moment, taking in the startled glances of the thugs, and then he was suddenly in front of one of them, touching foreheads, and staring directly into the thug's eyes.
" 'Why don't you check your gun at the door, son?' " he said with a stereotypical Western movie drawl, and he gently - but quickly and deftly - pried the gun out of the thug's hands. He gave the thug a kiss on the forehead before rearing back, then pounding his head into the thug's forehead, sending him flying back. With a few more deft movements (he was moving at an eye-jarring blur that Xaji himself saw as 'normal'), he emptied the bullets out of the gun, then popped it into his mouth, chewing noisily as he turned to the other thug.
Thug #2 had begun firing wildly at Xaji's body. The bullets that hit him in the head penetrated the flesh, but went no farther than his skull, and fell uselessly to the ground, the bullet holes already starting to mend themselves, while the other bullets penetrated his flesh, but would ricochet or stay put once they struck one of the incredibly dense bones inside of his body. A couple of times, his body shuddered and a small trickle of black blood came out of his mouth, but his facial expression remained blank, as if the uncomfortable experience was somehow far removed from his immediate focus.
The thug ran out of bullets, and it looked like the thug was about to reload, and Xaji was fixated on the sight of bullets being forced out of where they had entered his abdomen, chest and arms, and the holes that were now mending themselves. Inside of his body, his artificial organs were repairing themselves too, and his bland expression broke again in a frown, and the slightest hint of a pained expression crossed his face as this began, and he made a slight choking noise as he took a step back, and the last of the holes sealed themselves.
"No, please." he muttered, a bit hoarsely, smacking the magazine Thug #2 was trying to reload his gun with out of his hand, sending it flying down the alley and crashing into a nearby window, probably scaring some household half to death with the random bit of metal and bullets clattering to their floor. Xaji looked at Carro curiously, then back to his shredded shirt and healed body, then to the thug, his eyes slowly widening.
"Oh... I think this is pain I'm feeling.." he grimaced for a moment, then looked back to the thug. His face was twitching oddly, and his brows were knitting, a gleam showing in his eyes.
"I don't think I like pain..."
He threw out a flat palm, slamming into the thug's chest, sending him flying into the wall like a ragdoll, crashing into the far wall and collapsing in a limp heap on the ground.
Xaji ran his hands along his abdomen, his face deadpan again, but his eyes slightly wet as he ran over his smooth skin, finally taking off the shredded cloths that had been his shirt, and again feeling along his smooth body where the bullet holes had been.
".....can someone explain what is happening.... this does not...I don't know what's going on...."
If he'd been human, the best way to describe what he was going through now, in the wake of the rush of anger and physical conflict, was a strange brand of dissociation, mixed with an 'awakening' connection between his mind and his body that had not existed before.
Bio Android
True Neutral | Unknown Age | Male
900 (Thread PL)
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Post by Glay on May 19, 2018 10:44:31 GMT -6
He would that the partial Saiyan would go on a stance. He responds to this stance by saying "Hmm, you know I am way stronger then you right. I mean you use a robot to do the work.". This was pretty weird. The Partial Saiyan was still part Saiyan so I didn't think that he one super calm and not trying to become stronger. He is making inventions that are stronger. " Wait your LEO is way beyond your league in power. Doesn't that mean that it can rebel and kill you anytime of day?". To Glay's opinion that was kinda dumb because I could get killed if I am not careful enough. What was this man doing? A rat, he is eating a rat. That is super disgusting eww. "What the Saiyan said Don't eat that its disgusting". This man was very weird. He acted as he was a child stuck in a child body. The female earthling was surronded by a bunch of thugs. She asked for help for as she was getting surrounded. "No thank you, earlier you said you didn't need help so I am just going to watch , and also you just called a man a kid not very nice of you ". The man completely massacred the group of thugs and didn't even give mercy.This peaked his interest a bit. "Hey, purple hair and orange hair what are your names?". Glay is relaxing and not really giving a care in the world. He could easily tell that he was the strongest in the bunch. If more thugs come Glay would be very delighted to have some fun. Carro Hofferson🇽🇦🇯🇮Orecc |
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Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on May 19, 2018 13:52:59 GMT -6
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| Ramen's PL: 8,410 |
Ramen was more than ready to leap into action when the two, gun-wielding thugs showed up... at least before the strange rat-eating man opted to take action. Although she wasn't usually keen to let other people do her work for her, this time she just backed up a pace or two. The last thing she wanted was to get between this man and his opponents. She wasn't afraid of him, really... but she was dreading the thought of where his hands had been, given he so casually grabbed a rat out of a dumpster. Even the strongest fighters can be afraid of germs.
“Hey, be careful!” she shouted out after he headbutted the first thug, falling into a loose stance of her own -- ready to intervene if he took it too far, but not quite doing so yet. Then, after he sent the other thug flying with a palm to the chest, she just winced and rushed out after him. She slid to a halt next to the second of the two attackers, pressing her fingers to his neck to check his pulse before inspecting the chest wound. She would cycle over to the first thug to do the same, again checking for a pulse and inspecting the actual wound, this one being the front of his skull. They might have been criminals, but she silently hoping they were alright. After all, a little too much force in either of those places could be quite dangerous...
“Ramen,” she replied over her shoulder to the Arcosian. “... and let’s not make this a contest, alright? The important thing is getting everyone out of here in one piece, regardless of who can lift the heaviest weights.”
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