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Post by Chromo on May 11, 2018 8:32:06 GMT -6
SODA COPS
BASE PL: 20,000
ACTIVE CHROMO PL: 40,000
Another day gave another dollar when it came to the workers in the mass-producing factories for Hetap. Clangs of metal and swivels of devices echoed throughout the factory, the machines inside forming the majority of the work force. The riveted machines that slapped on the can tops and shaped the bottles of soda squeaked all about in places that were not well-oiled, whirred softly in the somewhat clogged vents- some even bellowed loudly if they were having heavier problems. Hisses and cracks of the soda being sealed in echoed, though the two androids running the soda pumping station had already nabbed some of the fresh cans of the flavored drinks. The vats of soda reached high up to the hundred-foot ceiling, the liquids mixed and churned, fruit or flavoring diced and mixed in with a constant metallic and industrial smell emanating from the outside machines.
One of the two android sodaworkers took a sip of his drink, head pulled back and the fizzy water pouring down into his mouth from above. The robot himself was made of steel, a bald metal head filled with rivets and dents telling a story of ruggedness and close calls. How the gruff droid had managed to suck up a job here instead of somewhere that seemed more fit to his liking, though, was a mystery to his coworker. The smaller android's constant smile remained still, overalls drizzled with some stray splotches of soda from several odd leaks earlier, body unkempt and dirties, but free of any other blemishes from battle.
"'Ey, Phillip." The smaller one chimed, taking another swing of her drink while eyeing the towering vats that created the carbonated drinks. "...Was it juzt me, or did I see a somthin' movin in the storage vats?" She chimed, eyes narrowed. What she thought was a dark shape moving of it's own accord in the cache of the Super Sugar Strawberry flavored Hetap vat. The other android looked over and narrowed his eyes, letting out an emotionless grunt before turning his gaze away. "It's nothing, Slot." He folded his arms. The curious female, though, swore she saw a dark shape move around again. And was the liquid... draining? It was certainly not as full as it was a few seconds ago. Still, she shrugged, trusting Phillip's judgement. "Well, if ya say so."
Minutes passed, the ground sometimes shaking, likely from the ventilation every now and then. Slot looked over again after awhile, and the vat was half-empty. She tapped the other android on the shoulder as cracks began to course through the container that once held kiloliters of soda. Neither could get a word out before the rest was drained, sucked in by some mysterious force. Soon after, though, all of hell broke loose in the form of a tiny, tiny beetle.
"rrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-" With that mighty, high-pitched, bratty scream of a battle cry, the two androids could only make out a trail of explosive energy as the bug that had been slurping up all of their sugariest soda flung himself off into the outside reaches off the factory somehow, bouncing off floors and walls like a ping-pong ball before soaring through a nearby door with no real rhyme or reason, leaving the two staring in disbelief and shock at the odd insanity of what just happened.
Chromo had been in heaven the moment he found and worked his way inside the Hetap Factory. He downed liter after liter, galloon after gallon, until his mind itself had seemingly melted into soda. Somehow, it seemed his power had increased alongside his deranged sugar rush and explosive tendencies. The bug lurched past a group of touring students, several workers, a job interview, the manager himself, before diving right into another vat of even more sugary liquid, which was now draining at an alarming pace while he began to slurp up every last ounce. How Chromo's sugar-fueled rampage would be stopped, though, was a mystery to the now screaming and fleeing employees who fled from the falling pipes and tidal waves of fallen soda that Chromo had left in his atomic, bouncy trail... Chromo's KP is currently 7/7!
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Post by Tarch on May 11, 2018 9:40:36 GMT -6
“Everyone this way! Single file!” cried the zoanthropic teacher as he quickly ushered his students away from danger. Tarch just so happened to be among the sixth grade class that earned a field trip to a factory belonging to the world's most popular beverage. Why it was so far from the school was another problem that honestly the preteen didn’t particularly care about. Now normally the saiyan was a good student, he got good grades and would almost always listen to the teacher unless he was caught talking to a classmate. However Tarch’s curiosity simply got the better of him as he saw a buggy blur zip by his class. He just could not let this go unchecked. “Ten, eleven, twe- Tarch? Tarch! Get down here! It’s dangerous up there!” his teacher called after him.
It was no good, Tarch was already dashing across one of the many catwalks in hot pursuit of the hyper insect. It wasn’t just it’s speed that caught the saiyan off guard, but the power behind the bug as well. Though he still had trouble remembering, sensing power was starting to become second nature for the boy. He faltered slightly when he noticed this thing was four times stronger than himself. Unfortunately, his pause in running was poorly timed, as he failed to notice the worker chasing behind him. “Watch out kid!” the worker shouted, but it was far too late. Tarch was accidentally shoved off the platform and was thrown right into a vat of Cherry Vanilla Hetap.
He stayed in there a brief moment, his body feeling as though it was being lightly tapped by small pins all over, or like little tiny shocks were making his way around him. Now we all know Tarch is well known for his remarkable swimming, though he couldn't help but take a sip from the vat, which in turn led to more sips, which turned into gulps, which nearly turned into chugs. The bright side to all this, that just so happened to be the hybrids favorite flavor! The downside is a twelve year old was now adding to the sugar high.
With an icy blue burst of power, Tarch shot out from his sugary pond, the flowing power forcing the liquid off of his body. At first glance, it seemed as though he was simply powering up to catch the insect. Though if nothing else, the crazed grin on his face spelled out disaster.
“Ehehe,” he started softly. Then without another word he shot off after the beetle, leaving behind a static image of his manic smile.
“HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!” he called after him. Even in a sweet haze, Tarch was precise, or at least enough so that he could catch the drops of sweet sugary goodness left behind by Chromo.
“Hey hey HEY HEY!” he continued to shout, just barely fast enough to keep pace. Behind the boy were hundreds of afterimages most of them in the process of either drinking soda or just trying to catch his target.
“HeY!" he yelled one last time. “Did you break in here? Are you stealing this?! Don’t steal! Stealing is bad! So is breaking in! You could get arrested! Then go to jail! Then the guards will hurt you! Or the prisoners! Don’t do that! Don’t go to jail! YOU’RE SO TINY! Someone might squish you! Don’t get squished!” The caffeine fueled rant wasn’t all that wrong, Tarch was indeed worried about this bugs wellbeing. He’d continued to try and catch the bug, or at the very least beat him to the soda. The truth was this more hyperactive Tarch was more interested in adding to his already crazed sugar rush rather than catching the little guy.
“Seriously! What’s in this!? Is it drugs?! THAT'S BAD! What's your name anyway?!”
Tarch PL: 10,000 Looks like we got ourselves a super sugar saiyan on our hands! Also here's some sugar rush music.
[SU] Afterimage used LITERALLY everywhere but its not in combat so KP: 3/3
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Post by Lord Kelvin on May 12, 2018 22:48:25 GMT -6
Kelvin’s PL: 1250
Energy Suppression in effect.
3/3 KP
Keliel melted in his seat. His father had brought him to the Hetap factory in North City. Technically, Medyas should have been on the field trip with the other kids, but Insoul believed his kids would learn more about the company of the world of business as a whole if he just carried them along on his trips from time to time. Now, his tactics might have been promising on paper, but the men just talked and talked away with jargon and terms the kids had no business knowing. Medyas was trying to be a good son and listen to the conversation, occasionally nodding his head to feign understanding. The adults would then pat him on the shoulder. “You’ll make a fine business man someday, boy.” He smiled back. Keliel glared at his overachieving brother as he fazed underneath the desk and made his way to the door. The door was already slightly ajar, so he didn’t have to worry about the knob giving away his shenanigans. Then again, it’s not like Keliel was capable of such advanced tactics. The boy grabbed the knob anyway and pushed on the door -completely unnecessary, but the men were so entranced by the business process that it actually worked! Before escaping, Keliel glanced back one more time, a moment of hesitance perhaps. His brother was onto his schemes and stared at the boy blankly with a gaze of yearning. Medyas didn’t want to sit there all day and listen to old men, he wanted to be on the field trip with his friends! “Nope!” Keliel reassured himself, confirming his determination to escape the room. Sometimes… someone had to take the fall. Sorry Medyas! Keliel strolled down the factory hallway, singing a tune in his mind, nodding his head from side to side. Workers would glance at him, clearly concerned. Should they stop him? Should they ask him where his parents were? Nobody trained them on how to deal with stranded kids roaming the workplace! WHAT’S THE PROTOCOL!? When in doubt, pretend you didn’t see anything! The factory workers turned a blind eye and buried their faces in their techpads. Besides, there was a school trip today and the factory was full of children; in fact, a line of children was passing by that same hall that very instant. They figured to teacher would take care of it and the problem would go away. “Everyone this way! Single file!”Keliel had been looking at his tiny toes when he looked up and discovered a group of kids walking down the hallway towards him. His tail swerved with anticipation as he was about to interact with other kids his age. Keliel didn’t have much experience with other kids because his parents kept him isolated for so long. They said it had something to do with him being too dangerous for the other kids. It wasn’t until recently that the boy had shown enough control that his parents decided he was ready to go to school with everyone else; however, that meant he had to learn about four years’ worth of missed content, which is partly why his father thought it might be a good idea to drag him along. Maybe he should pay more attention. Little did they know, Keliel missed some sweet action when their very important meeting was ransacked by a sugary ball of energy bursting through their door -which Keliel had left open, blasting their papers all over the floor, nearly beheading Medyas, and then back out of the same door from whence it came and out towards Keliel. The boy missed it by a strand of his nonexistent hair as the tiny ball made its way to the class and out another door. Soon after, the teacher was calling out to a boy whom chased after the ball. No way Keliel’s missing this! The child went into high gear, running with arms spread out like a plane, although he wasn’t pretending to fly, and his tail arched up to instinctively shift his body weight forward. “Wait for meeee!” He called, but the boy couldn’t hear him. Before Keliel could catch up, the boy he was following had already fallen inside a vat full of Hetap and gulping it all down. Keliel would have joined him inside if not for the fact he was already out chasing after the ball. The boy had been leaving afterimages left and right while drinking soda. “Is this a game!?” Keliel asked, though he probably couldn’t hear him as the boy was deep in conversation with the runaway ball. “I want to play too!” Keliel too was now leaving hundreds of afterimages which imitated the ones left by his new friend. “My name is Kelvin! But you can call me Keliel!” He answered, unaware that the boy had been talking to the bouncy ball. |
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Post by Chromo on May 15, 2018 3:39:47 GMT -6
SODA COPS
BASE PL: 20,000
ACTIVE CHROMO PL: 40,000
After downing another couple gallons of soda, the hyper bug's gaze became affixed on another sugar-fueled child. HE quickly zipped over and flew around Tarch, his nose picking up the similar fruity, pungent smell of cherry Hetap on his body. He barely proccessed what was said, though. Something about tiny drugs beign squished? He didn't know, and he didn't care, honestly. The only response from the soulless and blank, sugared eyes of the bug was a low buzz and chitter. Another child had shown up- an Arcosian. While he normally would have been all over the Arcosian due to his idolization of their species, something else had the wheel in Chromo's mind now.
"Hhhhhhhrg." Chromo managed to croak out a somewhat vile gurgle, spitting out a bit of pop onto the ground that didn't stay in his already bursting stomach, eyes trailing back to Tarch. The wreaking stench of soda was too much to bear or comprehend now. With another quick screech, Chromo lunged forwards, his jaws aiming to bite down on Tarch's nose! The boy smelled like soda, so he had to taste good. Was he full of Hetap instead of blood? Chromo didn't care to think on it much, still. Now, the bug's only mental message was to consume.
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Post by Tarch on May 15, 2018 12:31:18 GMT -6
Game? Who’s playing a game? Tarch isn’t playing a game. That’d be silly. Also who said that? Tarch wheeled around, spotting a tiny arcosian child zipping and zooming his way over to the preteen. Even more interesting was the fact he too seemed to be leaving his own trail of after images, each one a scene late in trying to interact with the saiyan child. Diverting his course for only a brief moment, Tarch would create a ring of images surrounding the smaller child, each one with the same inquisitive expression.
“You don’t look like one of the kids from my class. Who are you? How are you doing that too? Have we met before? I feel like we have.” He was, of course, referring to the time he had become an oozaru and rampaged around the western town. Obviously, that night was a haze, and in this heightened state of hyper, the saiyan could do very little recollecting. “What are you? Wait no! I got it. Are you a zoan? No! I’ve seen others like you! You’re uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” before Tarch could find the words that sat just on the tip of his tongue, the insect boy acknowledges the monkey boy. Though by acknowledge it was more like, register his existence and little else. Tarch, on the other hand, was still plenty cognitive.
“Oh hi yes you!” he sputtered. “Hey listen you, you gotta stop that! You’re gonna hurt someone! I fell into a vat of soda! It hurt! Don’t get hurt! What even are you anyways? SO TINY!” The bug then spit up a bit of his drink, looking like a regular drunk or at least the child version. That was enough for Tarch to realize that maybe he should stop before he ends up the same way, though the damage ha already been done. “Oh man. See!!” his afterimages finally settled as his attention swapped to tending to the apparently sick bug. “You hurt yourself! Now you’re sick! You’ve had way more than me! And now you’re hurt! DON’T BE HUR- oh hey are you trying to bite me?” Tarch quickly bounced back, leaving behind yet another afterimage, starting yet another trail of Tarch’s.
“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!” he’d chant with each image.
“Kevin? I mean Kelly! You better run!” he warned mispronouncing the lizard's name not once but twice. “This guy’s crazy! And small! You’re small too! You two don’t get squished!” he repeated. “I’m Tarch by the way.” he introduced to both children. His attention refusing to stay put swiveled back to Chromo, who seemed hell bent on taking just one nibble out of the poor hybrid. Tarch readied his fists instinctively, an icy blue aura around it.
“Stop tryna eat meeeeee!” he shrieked in an odd mix of fear and playfulness. He’d try and slam a very poorly done version of his first ever ki based attack. Regardless of whether or not it’d hit, the child would lose his balance and land flat on his face.
[N1] Hetap Impact (Torrent Impact) used for 33% (3,333) on Chromo. Though even if it hits It probably won’t be all that painful considering how off balance poor Tarch is.
KP: 2/3 and I’m assuming the afterimages are ok since they aren’t dodging anything KP related and caffiene?
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Post by Lord Kelvin on May 15, 2018 18:51:33 GMT -6
“Hehehe-hahaha!” Keliel cackled, amused as his new friend began to orbit around him with a slew of afterimages. The Hetap stoned kid spit out questions like rapid-fire, but most of them dissipated in the air. Before the tiny arcosian had a chance to answer one of them, he was already considering the next question -before you knew it, the boy forgot what the previous question was! Keliel discerningly tapped his bottom lip with his finger but shook his head in the end. He couldn’t recall meeting Tarch previously, however, he admitted the young Saiyan had a familiar scent. Of course, he wasn’t allotted much time to thoroughly consider whether they had already met. Tarch asked Keliel a peculiar question which didn’t seem to make sense. What are you? Clearly, he was a human, like his brother! But before Keliel could explain that, the flying blur returned, buzzing and chittering around Tarch. If Keliel was the Sun and Tarch was the Earth, then the blur was the moon.
Suddenly, liquid projectiles spurt from the flying blur, some of it landing by Keliel’s feet. The arcosian jumped back, albeit, his reaction a bit delayed. “Hah!” He smiled, thinking the flying blur was playing with them. His understanding of the situation soon changed when the more perceptive Tarch concluded that their flying friend was actually sick. “Awww,” the boy’s once eager and wagging tail now rest sullenly on the floor. Instead of running, like Tarch advised, Keliel walked towards the flying blur with outstretched arms. “I’ll take care of you!” he sulked. Keliel was genuinely concerned for his new friends. Lucky for them, he had just what the doctor ordered! “When I get a tummy ache, mommy rubs my belly!”
Unaware of Tarch’s attack, Keliel would tip-toe towards the flying blur -to increase his reach, in an effort to grab the flying blur and mend its illness. If the flying blur allowed itself to be caught between the arcosian’s tiny hands, it would find warmth and comfort. Keliel would rub its belly and hold it close to his chest. However, if the flying blur instead opted to continue chasing Tarch; an incautious little Saiyan might just knock out his new arcosian friend!
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Post by Chromo on May 18, 2018 12:54:33 GMT -6
SODA COPS
BASE PL: 20,000
CHROMO PL: 20,000 | CHROMO CLONE #1 PL: 20,000
Chromo's first chomp missed, but it didn't stop him from taking pursuit once more. However, what the bug didn't expect was a surge of ki to be fired right at him the moment he was about to finally sink his jaws into the hetap-filled saiyan. Surprised, the hetap-drunk bug screeched as he was sent flying backwards, chittering and buzzing with anger now. When he lunged with ki beginning to crackle with his own attack in retaliation, the Arcosian managed to get a grip on the hetap and anger fueled bug child, who began to thrash and screech, some more drops of soda spewing from his mouth with an occasional unintelligible gurgle.
For a moment, Chromo seemed to calm with his stomach somewhat soothed, eyelids drooping with a tired air and thrashing beginning to stop... But, when the pungent scent of Hetap invaded his nostrils once more, his tank was fueled with hunger once more. "RHHHAAAAAUGHGABLEGH--!" The gibberish language of Chromo began once more, the tiny insect thrashing again. Should he break free, the bug would fly up and rear his head, another screech echoing.
From the vats of Hetap to the proccessing lines and canning stations, dozens of more Chromos that had also got stuck on a sugar high raised their heads and darted over, just as jumpy and hungry as their commander with more hetap oozing out of their mouths. "MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!" Chromo yelled out, dashing to Tarch with renewed vigor and hunger, an explosive energy propelling him and another one of his clones towards his prey to deal some proper damage with an attack.
> Chromo tanks Tarch's attack with minimal damage! He's veeeerrrrry hangry now though.
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> [UT1] SWARM used! Chromo is now in a dual multiform split!
> Both Chromos use [N1] ATOMIC RAZE to attack Tarch with TWO attacks that have 6,600 PL each!
> Chromo KP: 6/7 | Clone KP: 6/7
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Post by Xanadu on May 18, 2018 13:41:03 GMT -6
PL: 10,000
"I have no idea what's going on in here..."
Storming out of almost nowhere was the almost infamous planet-turned-man, Xanadu, completely drenched in water and various bubbles. His hair all over his body puffed out in varying directions, covering most of himself, but he was still a naked man in a factory that one would figure he had no place in. Xanadu would often times agree, but like he used to be a vagabond of the stars, he was now one of this planet itself. This meant he had nothing to his name while he was in-between his often drunken rampages and questioning about magical dragon testicles, and the only place he could find for showers and not have someone walk in screaming were often work places with cleaning places that had far too much money put into them. This soda factory happened to be such a place, and thus Xanadu was in the middle of a rather relaxing lemon marmalade flavored bubble shower in one of the sinks, until the ongoing chaotic kerfuffle started to commence. Xanadu loved his lemon marmalade flavored bubble showers, but he was not a fan of chaotic kerfuffles, unless they were his chaotic kerfuffles. Waving his body out to dry itself, he got closer to those in the room, trying to figure out just what he had walked into.
"...but I'm already in the mood to pop someone's head like the zit it actually is, in the grand scheme of existence, and bathe in the blood for the rest of my shower. So stop your shitiling slinging and let me shower, will ya?"
His glance caught that of the Arcosian, whose appearance made Xanadu wench back in horror, as he found repulsive to only begin to describe it. They looked like some outdated practical effect from one of the Earth movies he found himself watching late at night and somehow being covered in tears, the ones with aliens and little boys with no friends of their own kind. They did not look like something that should actually exist and be in front of him. As he shuffled his way through the fight, somehow dodging every attack but having most of his expensive bubbles pop, he made his way to the only normal-ish being he could find.
"Hey, space ape. Think you can get rid of this thing?" He gestured to the creature behind him, as his body continued to have water roll off him and expose his form in full. "It's ugly as hell, right? You're from space, I know you seen some ugly ass shit, and that's one of them. So why not you get these people to stop their damn fighting, put that gross ass thing away, and let me finish my goddamn shower."
Turning around with his heels and marching off back towards the shower and the ensuing battle, he stopped in the middle of his tracks, noticing the factory he was in for the first time. Glaring at the Saiyan, he threw one more command to the person he had just met.
"And get me a soda while you're at it."
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Post by Tarch on May 18, 2018 15:51:24 GMT -6
“Okay! Now that you learned your lesson don’t go around… no no no no no WHY ARE THERE MORE?!” Tarch cried still in his hyper state. Luckily this meant he could easily see that both of them were reeling back in preparation to pummel the poor child. In his usual manner, the hybrid would flash out of harm's way. However, unlike his usual manner, he would have to dodge two separate attacks from the same person, something he was definitely not used to. Chromo number 2 managed to nail him dead on, leaving the following after images playing back every motion leading up to Tarch’s fall. He quickly straightened up though, the sugar giving him an energy boost. He quickly went to reach for Keliel, hoping to take the smaller and weaker child further away from the scuffle. Should he succeed he’d now have the arcosian under his arm, though regardless he’d retreat to one of the catwalks.
“Ow ow ow ow!” he whined, his back feeling like a truck hit it. “That wasn’t nice! Then again that wasn’t very nice of me either, I’m not supposed to use my super punch! OH KAMI I USED MY SUPER PUNCH! I’m sorry! I-” Tarch then went dead silent as a newcomer joined the fray. Well by joined more like sort of watched incredulously and cussed a lot. It was a lot to take in for the sugar high and now injured Tarch. All he could do was sort of repeat after this vulgar man as he himself processed what he said.
“Zits? Shower blood? What?! That doesn’t make any sense!”
Then the man began throwing even more swears towards the kids, prompting Tarch to quickly place his hands over Keliel’s ears. Then the racism. “Space WHAT?!” This was a VERY unusual situation for the half breed. He was used to children his own age making fun of him. He started to shrink into himself in the usual way, though a bit more audible about it with the hetap inside him. “I’ve never been to… but I’m…” Then the man made the mistake of insulting someone else. Tarch was either both strange and typical child for his age and species. He would almost always shrink away from his own defense. If someone bullies him it takes a decent amount of abuse to warrant his own response. Make fun of someone else, he lashes out like the raging oozaru inside him was set free.
“You listen mister!” he started only faltering from the pain he received from Chromo. He took a deep breath, preparing his longest and most literally breathtaking rant of the day. “You’re not nice at all! You cuss a lot! Cussing isn’t nice! STOP CUSSING! And this ‘thing’ isn’t ugly! He’s good! And tiny! And you know what I’ve never been to space! How could I go to space?! My dad says I need to turn sixteen before I can go to space unless something special happens I don’t know what that means BUT! He’s a living thing just like me!” as the rampant preteen ranted he felt a small pounding beginning in the back of his head. He couldn’t tell in his current enraged state, but his rush was creeping towards its climactic crash. It did, however, stop him long enough to give him an idea. The bug wanted to eat him because he smelled like Hetap.
“My mom said I should never hit a grown-up unless they hit first…” he muttered. He then walked over to a tall vat of soda the bug seemed to have missed or simply not gotten into yet. “You want your soda so bad, HERE!” Tarch would then send a small wave of soda towards the rude elder, hoping to just get him wet and sticky.
He’d then shout down to the Chromo’s he left behind. “Hey, bug guy! This guy stole your soda! And stealing is bad! And he’s bad! He’s mean! And he stole your soda!” This would certainly be quite the shift in his usual behavior, though the Hetap made for a good liquid courage. Now he just had to hope Chromo was coherent enough to understand English. Or even could to begin with.
[SU1] - Afterimage used to dodge ONE Chromo hit, 6,600 PL damage sustained (66% owch). KP: 1/3
OOC: Tarch is usually much more reserved, though we’re pretty much dealing with drunk/igh children here so who knows what could happen.
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Post by Lord Kelvin on May 18, 2018 19:42:12 GMT -6
“Noooo!” Keliel cried. He ran after the flying blur, whom had been struck by Tarch and pegged against the wall. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” Keliel cupped his hands over the bug-like creature and held it to his chest. It fidgeted at first, spitting out soda and screeching in ways the boy could only describe as a tantrum. Keliel, however, managed a firm grip. “It’s okay, you can be mad,” he whispered down to the bug in a soft tone. “Mommy says it’s okay to be mad, but eventually, you have to let it go because if you focus too hard on one thing, you might miss everything else.” Suddenly, the bug calmed down; whether it was because of Keliel’s words or not was irrelevant. The child was happy that he was able to soothe his friend’s pain. “You see?” He turned to Tarch, “He just needed someone to take care of him!”
Unfortunately, Keliel had spoken too soon. Barely a minute had passed before the bug got riled up again and broke free of the tiny arcosian’s grasp without any effort. “No!” Keliel reached to grab the bug, but it was already charging at Tarch with a splatoon of similar bugs which emerged from the vats of Hetap. Somebody should really report the lack of hygiene in the Hetap factory! But Keliel had neither the rhyme, reason, or know-how to care or even recognize the problem. “Stop fighting!” Keliel said after Tarch was tackled to the floor. He ran towards them with intention of splitting them up. Keliel had ample experience in the matter, his mother always split him and his brother up when their fighting started to get out of hand, so he thought himself well-equipped to stop the violence. All they needed was a quick pull of the ear!
With that said, his friends were much faster than him and Tarch had already gotten back to his feet before he could catch up in time. The Saiyan then emerged from the barricade of bugs impeding Keliel’s advancement and swept him off his feet. Keliel grimaced. “Nooo! Let me go! You’re a mean person!” The child complained and kicked his feet, but he was completely in the air and unable to resist with exception of the occasional slap to Tarch’s face with his tail. His ‘attack’, however, was more of a nuisance than anything else as it carried no power whatsoever. “You hit our friend when he was sick! How could you do that!?”
Keliel’s disgruntled protest was cut to an end when Tarch was abruptly stopped on his tracks by the presence of a man with a school bus on his bottom. There were also words on it, but Keliel hadn’t mastered reading yet. The tiny arcosian tilt his head, a clear state of confusion prevalent on his visage as the man went on and on about zits and showers. It was difficult to follow what the man had been saying when the child was preoccupied observing water rolling from his hair and dripping on the floor. There was something about him which impeded Keliel from looking away -like hovering your finger over the remote while watching a show you don’t like, threatening to change the channel, yet never actually pressing the button. The young lizard, now standing idly on the floor, simply stared at the man blankly with mouth agape and Tarch covering his ears for some reason.
Keliel snapped out of his trance-like gaze when Tarch began yelling. It appeared that, while Keliel literally couldn’t follow a thing the cryptic man was saying, his friend had heard too much and began to lash out. Before they knew it, Tarch unleashed a waterfall of Hetap soda upon the man whom angered him so. Keliel didn’t understand much, but he did understand one thing and he thought it was important. The weird man was a bad man and he was stealing soda! Keliel frowned and pouted at the man, crossing his arms and disapprovingly turning his head as the stream of Hetap rushed his way.
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Post by Chromo on May 18, 2018 20:42:08 GMT -6
SODA COPS
BASE PL: 20,000
CHROMO PL: 20,000 | CHROMO CLONE #1 PL: 20,000
Chromo's attack hit it's mark, and took a piece of cloth from Tarch's jacket with. The bug sniffed the cloth before snatching the drenched fabric in his mouth, swallowing it without much of a second thought. The other clones gazed on idly, some chittering and hissing at their opponents every now and then.
For a moment, the commanding but shook his head, pupils repearring in his eyes for a moment. "Heeeughh... I feel weeiiirrrd..." He muttered to himself and stooped over, landing back on the floor. Yet, the powerful odor of Hetap stole away what sense Chromo had regained once more, his head cracking and whipping around a good hundred-something degrees to stare at the lemony-smelling Xanadu.
Tarch, while he once began to internalize, lashed out when Kelvin was berated. Chromo didn't care and didn't listen, instead slurping up more spilled Hetap like a vacuum with several other lesser Chromos- complete with vacuum-like sound effects from their intense slurping. Then, every last gaze from every last one of the hundred bugs shifted when Tarch spoke their language- the language of soda and food.
The lights flickered with the collapse of the Hetap tank tarch attacked, every beetle's eyes flashing red in those moments of darkness. "You steal... My... FOOD?!" The bug hissed, his tone now teetering on a demonic side that resembled his father. "NononononoNONonoMINEMINEmineMINEEEEE!" With an ear-piercing screech that shattered more hetap tanks and sent more of the sweet drinks barelling down, Chromo and his previously empowered clone darted forwards, aiming to ram right into Xanadu's gut to wind him. Moments after, every last one of the once idle swarm members would zip towards the planetoid man from all sides, aiming to chomp and yank away at his body with their sharp jaws!
*lens flare*
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> [UT1] SWARM is still in use.
> Chromo AND his active clone both use TWO more [N1] ATOMIC RAZE techs for 6,600 PL each to Xanadu!
> Both Chromos now have 5/7 KP.
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Post by Xanadu on May 18, 2018 21:05:26 GMT -6
Without any notice, there was a simple overdose of almost biting pain. It was faster then one would be able to respond, and so Then there was darkness. Opening his eyes, Xanadu could only put together that he had been hit and almost overwhelmed by something and had landed on the floor, but he had forgotten how.
He remembered the tailey one throwing some sort of liquid at him, and then after a few moments of pondering he put together that he had siced the others on him. Yes, it was coming together, they had attacked him because he was framed. Framed for stealing soda, because this was a factory for soda. The thoughts started rushing back, several of the lost minutes and momentary chaos came back, the ugly Arcosian face, and even...his shower. His glorious thirty minutes to himself, that were taken and interrupted by these group of meddlesome beings. And as far as Xanadu knew, no one interrupted his lemon marmalade time and got away with it.
A snap of his fingers echoed through the entirety of the factory as a purple glittery light rained down as Xanadu lifted himself off of the floor, all while he pulled out another bottle of the flavored bubble solution seemingly out of nowhere and began rubbing it all over his body as his eyes zipped around the room to examine everyone nearby. He grabbed and opened one of the cans of soda nearby, stalling for time, but also to rub in these people's face he was Xanadu he'd take what he wanted. He have to remember that the attack had sent him back, and not only that, had took him out for a few seconds. Whoever these punks were, they weren't only annoying as all hell, but they were strong too. It would be fine though, not like Xanadu had gotten out of plenty of slippery situations before. Sometimes, you just need the right idea bubble to get through.
Letting out a high pitched scream that would sound like a five year old female child to most, Xanadu began running towards the others, before using the soapy water to glide around on the floor and around them all and miss them. If successful he would of used the factory's supply of soda, and had open a bottle and thrown it onto them in such a high amount they'd stick to the floor, but considering how much circumstances that'd take it was more likely he just ruined a lot of their clothes.
Using the power of flight to add even more speed, he lifted his fist and made his way to one of the bug-like creature whose part in this still rather confused him, but not before blowing almost a thousands lemony bubbles in the direction of the bug. Hopefully they'd get in it's eyes and cover it in a high amount of scented potency that stun it and allow his hammers of Xanadu to send the bug flying back as intended.
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Post by Tarch on May 18, 2018 21:27:59 GMT -6
Tarch felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over him with pride as his plan went off like clockwork. He then turned his attention back to Keliel. “See that’s what happens when you’re bad! You’re not bad you’re good, that bug isn’t really bad, but he is crazy and hyper, and I’m not bad, I just get a little carried away I mean HE TRIED TO EAT ME! But I feel bad now because you’re right, a kid throws up and I hit him that is bad, I’m sorry I hit him.” Tarch quickly wheeled around to try and face one of the insects, “HEY! I’m sorry I hit you.” He then, just as quickly, turned back to the arcosian child. “Boy you’re right I feel better already, actually now spinning my head I feel worse, why do I feel worse, actually I feel bad, like really… Bad… and umm… actually…” Tarch began to slow down, his dip in the soda lake finally catching up with him in the worst possible. He then gave his new arcosian friend an incredibly apologetic stare.
“I don’t actually… feel good at all…” with that, the twelve year old emptied the contents of his stomach, just over the catwalks as to avoid puking all over Kelvin. “Oh frick…” he moaned as more came up. “No, I’m really sorry! I won’t do it again!” he cried as if apologizing to literally anyone that would listen could quell his aching stomach. He then down into a little ball, his head between his knees as he caught his breath. “I think I need to just sit for a minute,” he groaned holding his abdomen. “No more Hetap for me.”
Tarch would be out of commission for a little bit, though he was still awake and coherent enough to watch the battle between Chromo and Xanadu. He wanted to help but was far too dazed to provide any meaningful support. So instead he did the next best thing. “Yeah!” he cried weakly, “kick his butt bug boy!”
The shouting caused the saiyan’s head to pound, bringing out another ill groan. Xanadu’s scream made it all the worse, ringing in the poor boy's ears for a good minute after the original sound subsided. “Seriously now I feel really bad for hitting him, I just didn’t want to get eaten… and he ate part of my jacket… At least he didn’t try to bully people because we have tails…”
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Post by Lord Kelvin on May 20, 2018 1:08:18 GMT -6
“Hehe!” Keliel sneered. He felt all the fighting and bickering between his new friends was paying off, culminating in a last-ditch effort to take down the big bad hairy man. Mother once told him that people who fight, fight because they care. Whether it was just a tactic to convince the boy to forgive his eldest brother after one of their skirmishes or not, it seemed to bear true for this case. Keliel’s folded arms and askant shoulders embodied the child’s disapproval and disregard for the wicked man. Truly, to be abjured by a child, must be the ultimate eviction. However, a child is often swayed by the heart and made to second guess their decision. He was incapable of conclusively condemning the bad man, no matter how bad he was told to be.
When the flying bug rammed into the man, a single eye was partial to his well-being and observed whilst maintaining his cold and guarded disposition. When the swarm of bugs started to gang up on the man, his barriers were shattered and folded arms collapsed to his sides. “Hey…” The boy started, his voice low and unsure, unperceived and drowned by the sound of chittering bugs and screams of pain. “I-I think he’s had enough…” He took a step forward, speaking a bit louder yet still dwarfed by the reverberating screams and buzzing maneuvers. His shoulders were now facing them, a hand reaching across his waist to mindfully hold the forearm of his resting arm. His derided smirk of rejection was now short of a grimace.
At last, the child was stripped of his moral obligation to interdict the bug’s sanction of the not-so-bad man. He sighed as the swarm appeared to die down and disperse. The man was left unconscious on the floor, bathed in soda and bruised. Keliel was about to approach him and offer some kind of comfort, but where would he find a bandaid? His train of thought was soon disrupted by Tarch, whose stance towards the man had been unchanged and, in fact, enforced by the bug’s acts. He was a bad man, so he deserved what he got… right? But, if Tarch was sorry he hit their friend, maybe the bad man was sorry for… whatever Tarch said he did. What was that again?
Eh!?
Keliel twitched away as Tarch suddenly gagged and heaved a turret of Hetap from his bowels, along with his undigested breakfast. The concerned arcosian patted the saiyan’s back with one hand while sucking on his thumb in the other. Little did they know, the not-so-bad man had awoken and begun to rub his body with some kind of fluid while drinking Hetap soda. Keliel turned to the sound of his snapping fingers and observed him. Their eyes met briefly as he scanned the room. Keliel remained silent. Suddenly, the not-so-bad man began to scream again, although Keliel thought it was funny! “Hehe, he sounds like Panti…” he mused, mistakenly thinking the soapy man was now playing a game. With that said, the boy’s impression was quickly eroded by an obnoxious amount of sticky Hetap which was now splattered all over them. Keliel frowned and raised his arms overhead to protect his face from the frizzy fluid.
The bad man was now sliding across the Hetap-lubricated factory floor, targeting their bug friend with a surge of bubbles. Keliel clenched his fists. He had just about enough of this. “Stop…” The boy lowered his head, his face serious and sure, he glared directly at the bad man before his body fizzed out of Tarch’s sight. Keliel would ostensibly reappear in-between his bug friend and the bad man. “-FIGHTING!” He yelled. His arms were protectively extended to either side as to impede the bad man’s further advancement. His angry eyes portrayed his decided objection of the man’s actions, however, he demonstrated no signs of aggression or any intention to fight whatsoever… Unfortunately for Keliel, he had unwittingly interjected during an attack and absorbed the damage on his bug friend’s behalf.
Uuuck-
It seemed as though time had stopped; The winded child’s body bent over the man’s fist, spittle escaped his lips and splattered over his arm; a blank stare from the boy fell on the man’s eyes, whom was now closer to him than ever. Next, his fist’s momentum having transferred to the child’s body during the split second delay, propelled Keliel back. He always wanted to fly…
OOC: I couldn't find "Xanadu's Hammer" in your profile, so I'm assuming it's a punch...
[SU1] Afterimage is used.
Kelvin interdict's Xanadu's attack.
2/3 KP
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Post by Chromo on May 20, 2018 9:57:02 GMT -6
END POST PL: 20,000
BEGINNING POST PL: 40,000 (x2)
Both Chromos' attacks hit their mark. The angered commander tapped on the ground, hissing and backing up to rear for another attack. The man stood up, though, and began stealing even MORE of Chromo's soda. The bug snapped and growled again, several of his clones quickly flying over to snatch the remaining bottles away from the maniac planet. Then, the man let out a loud scream, only causing Chromo himself to let out a louder, feral screech that matched the man's own, starting to slowly move forward to strike again. Yet... he found himself to be slower than usual. Sure, his six legs didn't make his movement impossible even in the sticky solution, but after another sniff test, Chromo found the now overheated Hetap sported more of a ketchup-like texture that kept him stuck.
The humanoid man seemed unhindered, sending a wave of bubbles Chromo's way, which he and his clones just swallowed. What the bug couldn't counter against was an oncoming punch to knock his lights out. Chromo began to curl to have his shell take the blunt of the impact, eyes still wide. Yet, a certain not-so-ugly Arcosian child quickly darted in the way of the punch. Chromo screeched, this time with a dire shock and desperation as the child was flung away. He vaguely remembered the kid's smell, even in his wavering hetap-fueled state. Out of everyone here, the Arcosian was the only real one who was, well, not crazed and seemed to at least want to help the bug himself.
"..." Chromo closed his jaws, the swarm falling silent. The one clone that he had fueled with his own energy slinked back into the crowd while their commander's energy returned, and began to surge. "Yooouu..." Chromo hissed with hatred. The clones all began to scurry away, one of them grabbing Tarch's arm gently in it's mouth, tugging and urging for him to flee the scene, another two pushing away Keliel's body if Tarch didn't already do something about it.
The lights above flickered on and off again, the only light in those moments of darkness being a surge of red bursting from Chromo. His eyes were wide, almost lifeless, purged with the crimson light, along with some matching glowing veins across his form. He didn't only smell the sticky soda now. Blood now corrupted the scent. Chromo's firefly-like abdomen lit up, brighter than before. It flashed, a few buzzing beeps echoing- almost like that of a time bomb. Despite being nearly pinned to the ground, Chromo began to advance. "Haaate... Hate yoou!" He chattered again, pulling himself off the ground and hovering in the air. If Xanadu could sense energy, it'd be heard to believe just how much was being condensed to dangerous levels in the tiny, tiny beetle. His eyes faded to brown for a moment, and that ki wavered with his fading sugar high. Still, the bug reared back, ignoring the shaking, clattering, and whizzing metal around them that shook with the factory floor. With one, final yell, the bomb of a bug shot forwards at a blinding speed, aiming to strike Xanadu square in the torso. And on impact... -- BANG --
There was an enormous explosion on impact. It was as though a fist of orange flame had decided to punch it's way out of the main complex. Windows shattered. Smoke and fire rushed out. Thousands of pieces of glass and steel, a deadly rainfall, showered down. Alarms- shrill and deafening- erupted. A huge bite had been taken out of the side and the roof of the building. Those that had seen the size of the "bomb" would perhaps find it hard to believe it had done so much damage, despite the now diminutive energy the floored and exhausted Chromo now held in comparison- now only sporting enough energy to move his eyes about..
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
