Post by Xanadu on May 20, 2018 10:16:42 GMT -6
"Oh, well okay, that works out...I wasn't a fan of your stupid face either." Xanadu took his fist back, nodding as he watched the Arcosian fly off thanks to taking the hit for the bug. It appeared they had a friendship of some sort, but he wasn't completely sure why the child decided to go and take the hit for him. A smile across his face Xanadu was about to continue to glide forward and hit another of the shower-ruiners, but his expression soon faded as he watched the other bugs fade away as a single remained and started to mutter to himself. "Pesty insect, should be easy enough to clean you up..."
Xanadu's finger raised to the sky as a glittering aura of energy began to form into a discoball at it's tip, but before it could be properly flung and do his attack in his showboating manner, the lights began to flicker. Using the light of his gathered ki to try to see around the room, Xanadu was greeted with the image of a speeding insectoid coming full force at him.
Flinging the ball of energy at the tailed one in an act of desperation to do something at least, Xanadu would hit his trail of bubble solution and soda that he spread around, catching the entire building on fire. It seemed Hetap had some odd ingredients and maybe wasn't a hundred percent healthy for consumption, as it was easy to ignite. He wouldn't be able to see his half-plan work out however, because the moment the ki left his fingers, he looked down and saw the creature hitting him right in his overly hairy torso. On impact he was sent flying through the roof of the building, as the soda he was carrying exploded in sync with the bug's attack to send him towards the heavens as the Hetap fizzed and lifted him to the sky. The roof ripped opened as the shape of a naked man flailing his arms was left, forcing debris to fall down below and add to the fiery chaos.
As he faded and became unconscious, all Xanadu could see was the flames of his own making and the tsunami of confetti created by a failed attempt to dodge below, as he muttered one last sentence to himself. .
Glitterball Express [N1] directed at Tarch with charge of 3,300
Post by Tarch on May 24, 2018 17:06:21 GMT -6
The fight was quite the spectacle that could only be made better if the boy watching wasn’t losing his lunch right now. Of course having the small arcosian rub his back put him a little at ease. Unfortunately the comforting would end almost as quickly as it came. It seemed the brawl had struck a nerve with Keliel as he went to intervene. “No, wait…” Tarch tried to catch him but was in no condition to start dashing around so soon. Instead, he left the younger boy to get hit by the onslaught. The child was thrown back, his face in a blank daze as he too was now spitting up slightly.
“Damn it…” Tarch swore dizzily. He only saved real swears for major occasions. Unfortunately for him, the real “major occasion” had yet to come. Chromo seemed to get a blast of sobriety as well as the arcosian was hit. Tarch could feel a new hatred resonating from the insect, as one of his swarm went to drag him to safety. Tarch pulled himself up, stopping to spit out the last of the disgustingly sweet upchuck from seconds ago. He was much slower than before, especially considering he was leaving afterimages everywhere he went. It was quite a struggle pulling himself across the catwalk, as the Chromo helping him went back to the main bug. He quickly glanced down to make sure Keliel was ok and took a deep sigh when he noticed two more bugs pulling him out of harm's way. Now it was the saiyans turn to flee.
Chromo let loose an intense blast, shaking the entire factory, threatening to bring the entire building down on top of them. Luckily Hetap built their facilities to last and the team was safe. Well, save for Xanadu, who was losing consciousness and fast. Tarch couldn’t help but feel bad for the rude man, even if he was just a grown up bully that explosion was serious business. Unfortunately not serious enough for the poor hybrid.
With the last of his strength, Xanadu aimed one final attack pointed directly at Tarch. The preteen gasped as the rainbow barreled towards him. He tried once more to muster the speed from before, but it was no use. With his sugar crash and his now upset stomach, Tarch just would not move in time to avoid the rainbow ball of pain.
It collided with his back, leaving him flat on his stomach for a good few minutes. He was still awake, but the stinging pain in his back combined with the hit he took from Chromo left him in quite a state. "Owwwwww..." he grunted slowly trying to stand. He managed to prop himself up on one knee, looking over at the rest of the fighters. Unless Keliel had managed to pick himself up by now, he'd see all three on the ground, Xanda far away, Chromo spent, and Keliel reeling from the punch. Feeling a bit more at ease Tarch let himself fall back to the floor, taking a deep breath.
It wouldn't help that he wouldn't get time to relax though, as smoke began building up throughout the factory. The saiyan was high enough to avoid the flames themselves, though the smoke passed by the boy's face. Tarch had to get out of there, but he couldn't just leave the other two there by themselves. The problem was he was in no condition to do much of anything besides run away.
Tarch Damage: 9,900 roughly 99%.
Post by Lord Kelvin on May 26, 2018 13:36:08 GMT -6
It must have been about five meters before the arcosian child’s body landed on the factory floor with the layer of Hetap carrying him an extra meter before reaching a stop. Xanadu’s hammer was, perhaps, the first real punch the child had ever faced; unprepared for the onslaught, the child was knocked unconscious on the floor, oblivious to the pair of bugs dragging him out by the tail under a backdrop of ominous flickering lights and the sound of metal and equipment churning to his friend’s swelling energy.
Keliel opens his eyes to the sound of blearing lights flashing red against a darkened corridor and static popping on loose ends of hanging wires. “Everyone follow this way,”
a voice is heard in the distance along with footsteps of evacuating factory workers, visitors, and children from Tarch’s field trip.“Keli-…3L”
The child’s disoriented and unfocused eyes drift lazily in search for the source of a familiar voice. “K3li-…el!”
The boy glances up as a shadow is cast over him and reaches to pick up his drenched body from the Hetap infused floor. “Keliel! Ar3 y0-… 0k4y?” “Wh4t h4pp-…ned!?” “D-daddy?”
The child finally begins to awaken as the sirens illuminate the faces of his concerned father and brother staring at him and wondering why he had been lying unconscious on the floor with Hetap and a bruise on his cheek. “I’m okay.”
He finally answered. “I was playing with my friends…” “Come, we don’t have time for this right now.”
Insoul carried the tiny arcosian up to his chest. “Medyas, help that other kid!”
Medyas nodded. He recognized Tarch from the field trip. “Hey,”
he reached out to give the saiyan a hand. “Come we have to get out of here quickly!”
Lifted off the ground at his father’s shoulder, Keliel could now see the building’s critical state. Windows had been shattered and littered the corridor along with a flood of Hetap, cracking sparks from hanging wires and broken light bulbs, flames sputtering and spreading, it was the sight of a natural disaster. The creaking walls and beams cautioned all to flee with haste before the factory collapses and bury all inside. Insoul would wait for Medyas and Tarch before heading towards the exit, but upon turning, Keliel saw flames cavort over the door from whence they came. He felt like he was forgetting something important, something which the flames beckoned. What. What is it?
Suddenly, for a split second, the flames part in their frolic and reveal a glimpse of a small creature lying on the factory floor whilst surrounded by flames. Keliel’s eyes widened. “My friend!”
He exclaimed. “K-Keliel, stop, what are you doing?”
His father protested as the child began to fidget in his arms. “My friend! I have to save him!”
He said. “What friend? Medyas took care of it! C’mon, we have to go!”
In one swept motion, Keliel pushed his father’s nestling arms apart to release himself. The child had shown feats of strength before, but he had never overpowered his father so seamlessly. Surprised, and perhaps somewhat frightened, Insoul was lost for words and watched his son run back. Without regard for his own safety, Keliel stormed through the deafening flames. “Keliel!”
His father cried out. Insoul then turned to Medyas and Tarch, “You kids evacuate the building NOW! I’m going to get Keliel!”
Medyas nodded and tugged onto Tarch’s arm, guiding him towards the exit.
huff… huff… huff…
Keliel’s tiny footsteps were dwarfed by the sound of raging flames growing and feeding themselves from the Hetap. The arcosian finds himself in a ring of fire with no indication of his friend’s whereabouts and a daze of darkened and thick smoke obstructing his view. With no name to call the small bug, it was difficult for Keliel to call out. “HEY!”
He yelled. “WHERE ARE YOU!?” “Keliel!”
The boy turns to the sound of his name, but ignores it concluding that his father was running after him. Dad’s invincible, Keliel doesn’t have to worry about Dad…“HEY LITTLE BUG! BUGGY BUGGY! WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE BUGGY!?”
He yelled again, cupping his hands over his mouth to project his voice in hopes that he would be heard.
Whether or not his cry was answered, the flames would soon part once more to reveal another glimpse. Depending on one’s perspective, fire was a merciless force of nature that burned everything in its path to ashes, but Keliel found that it was not so merciless. Fire was a tribe of raging people fighting amongst each other, debating controversial topics about life and death. The tribe’s dominating view was to burn, but sometimes, an advocate whom whispered life would leak from the political barrier and show their victim a path towards salvation. Of course, Keliel didn’t have the mind to think of such complicated analogies…“KELIEL!”
The boy turned. His father stood across from him with a barrier of flames between them, flames which spread briefly as if to mindfully grant them speech. “Stay right there! I’m going to get you!”
Insoul said with measured breaths as he covered his mouth and nose with a tie. Cough! Cough! “I found him!”
Keliel said with a bright smile before turning his back and running through the next wall of flames. “KELIEL!”
Insoul yelled, but the flames soon closed off on him.“Hey buddy!”
The child said in a low voice as he kneeled next to his friend. Keliel would attempt to gently lift the bug off the floor. If successful, Keliel would hold the bug close to his chest, just as his father had done moments prior. While Keliel used his forearms to support the bottom of the bug and shield him from the fire, his long tail would wrap over him to cover the rest of his body. Luckily for them, there was a giant gaping hole on the side of the building which led directly outside. Keliel squint his eyes and stormed through the final barriers of fire. However, while the tiny arcosian seemed unaffected by the fumes of fire, who would save his father from his human shortcomings?
Post by Chromo on May 29, 2018 18:20:43 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 20,000
Chromo's eyes fluttered open one at a time. He could hear voices calling, and the connections to his lesser clones ringing loud now. Slowly, the bug turned his head, though his shell was somewhat scorched now. The Arcosian was back, picking up Chromo's tired form... Still, the bug couldn't help but to be worried. Those voices earlier- they seemed to be calling to this "Keilel," presumably the Changeling that was holding him now. Chromo closed his eyes with a groan, antennae raising and flicking about as if they were trying to connect to a WiFi signal.
The heads of several unharmed clones of the bug Kelvin held perked up, hopping through the flames without much of a thought. One meandered around before stopping beside Insoul, turning it's head around and letting out a shrill call. As if on cue, some smoke seemed to part to reveal about a dozen more of the bugs, most of which were perched atop some remaining Hetap vats that weren't broken, some pecking away at the glass. With a final jab, a steady flow of the soda began to spew out, starting to douse the nearby flames. If the human father was observant enough, he might have seen Kelvin and his unconscious bug friend through a brief gap in the doused fire's smokescreen. Regardless, with another screech, the bug that once stood beside Insoul darted off, letting out another distant call to follow.
Chromo's eyes fluttered open again, his form squirming briefly while he tried to settle in a comfortable position. Eyes half-open and his connection to the other Chromos cut due to exhaustion now, the bug had no idea if they'd have followed through with his mental orders... But, honestly, he was too tired to think about it now. With one last yawn and flop, the bug's eyes closed, a soft snoring now emanating from his resting body... When he woke up in his sugary hangover, there would be a lot of explaining needed.
Post by Tarch on May 30, 2018 12:25:15 GMT -6
Tarch was barely awake now, the smoke already clouding his senses and filling his lungs. Luckily for him, a kid barely younger than himself was pulling him along to safety. “Thanks,” Tarch offered drowsily, hobbling off with Medyas. The two would make their way out, only hesitating when the arcosian’s father dove in after his son. Tarch almost zipped in after him, but the searing pain in his back coupled with his slightly muddled thought process left him far too shaky. Instead, Insoul instructed his oldest to continue helping the saiyan to escape.
Sure enough with the help of the few remaining workers shouting and pointing the way for any other people still fleeing the facility. The fresh air hit the preteen like a much welcome feather pillow, prompting him to fall onto his back gasping and coughing. An ambulance had just arrived onto the scene, providing first aid and oxygen for those who needed it. Surprisingly Tarch was more or less ok for air, likely due to his saiyan blood. His scorched back was a whole different story. If he was half asleep before, he was now wide awake as he felt a sharp stinging alcohol followed by the cool soothing aloe, as well as a different more potent burn cream. To make matters worse, the medics wouldn’t let Tarch remove his own shirt, they just HAD to cut it off.
“How the heck did you get a burn like this anyways kid?” one of the EMT’s thought aloud as he treated the child.
“Long story,” he replied through gritted teeth. The honest truth was, Tarch had no idea how to broach the subject of ‘some rude man and a tiny bug blasted me.’ The treatment is all the same anyways right?
“Tarch? Tarch?!” a familiar voice called from the crowd. His father quickly shifted into view, rushing over to his injured son.
“Dad! Owww…” he whimpered, learning that sudden moves were a bad idea.
“Jeez… What happened to you?” Mar cooed, taking a seat next to the saiyan.
“I kinda got into a little fight, I can tell you more about it at home.”
His father gave a weak smile, keeping a calm face for the wounded party. However, he did let out a sympathetic hiss of pain when he saw the large mark on his back. “That looks nasty, does it feel just as bad?”
“Worse,” Tarch half giggled wincing as he did so. He then remembered he wasn’t brought out alone. “Oh right! Thanks again,” he repeated shifting his attention back to Medyas. The preteen then asked if he could wait and see if Keliel and Chromo got out alright, though that was hardly an issue, as the medics had to do the same while also tending to the injured, which still included Tarch. So the wounded twelve year old got as comfortable as he could, which in this case was flat on his stomach, while the docs continued treating his back. “I’m gonna be sleeping like this for a while aren’t I?” he joked a little downtrodden.
Tarch waits to make sure Keliel and Chromo makes it out. Not at my best, still sick but I like this thread too much to wait
Post by Lord Kelvin on May 30, 2018 17:43:08 GMT -6
Medyas patiently stood beside Tarch as the saiyan was being treated by the medics. They glanced at the sun-kissed boy, but determined within an instant that he had been unscathed. Medyas had been attending his father’s meeting when the entire facility was ransacked by an explosion. Shortly after evacuating the meeting, they turned a few corridors and found Keliel and Tarch in no time at all. They were lucky. The boy nervously glanced at his feet, shifting his gaze between Tarch and the burning Hetap factory. He trusted his father would succeed in saving his younger brother and escape unharmed, but he couldn’t help but worry regardless.
When the medics cut Tarch’s shirt off, Medyas shuddered at the sight of his wounds as if he himself had been injured. He began to worry that his brother might have sustained similar burns. No child should endure such physical trauma! What bewildered the boy most, however, was Tarch’s father. The man emerged from the narrow path between the crowd of patients and concerned family members. After taking one look at his son, unfazed, the man asked him what happened -just the same as if Tarch had simply tripped and scraped his knees. A little fight,
he says. Medyas realized quickly that they were fundamentally different people with lives he couldn’t comprehend.
When Tarch turned, he might have caught the boy staring at his burns with mouth ajar. Medyas snapped out of it and scratched his head, “D-don’t mention it! Hehe…”
The boy nodded at Tarch’s request -not that he needed permission to stay. Medyas would remain by his side and gaze towards the building. He anxiously awaited their arrival…
Insoul rest his hand on the side of the factory’s destroyed wall while wheezing for fresh air. His tie had been tied around his face like a bandana to cover his nose from the fumes. Insoul watched the remaining little bugs exit the building, ensuring they all evacuated was the least he could do for having been led to safety by them. Promptly after, with weary eyes and bated breath, he surveyed the assorted mob of people for his children. Medyas and Tarch were safe and Keliel…“Can you help my friend?”
The two-foot arcosian pleaded, holding up his bug friend to be observed by the medics. Insoul sighed. What am I going to do with this kid…
The concerned father laboriously skimped about, dragging his feet towards his child with one hand over his chest as if he might collapse any moment. “K-Keliel…”
he finally called. The boy turned and smiled without a care in the world, “Oh, hi daddy! The nice man said everything’s okay now. They’re going to take care of my friend!” “Brilliant…” “What’s that daddy?” “Nothing…”
Immediately, two medics approached Insoul and began to probe him. The jaded man sat himself on the back of the ambulance and raised a dismissive hand, “please, take care of my son first.”
The medics blinked. Insoul sighed and pulled the tie off his face, “See this? I’m the father. Please take care of my son.”
The medics’ gaze shift between the battered and scorched man and the tiny lizard with a shimmering bulb on its head which glimmered almost as much as his bright smile. They shrugged their shoulders and homed in on the child. “How old is he?”
One medic asked. Keliel raised his arms and tilt his head upon request from the medics whom probed him and observed his unscathed body. Insoul stuttered. “Uhh.. He’s… five?”
The medics momentarily stop and inquisitively gaze at the supposed father. “He’s five,”
Insoul repeated with certainty. Honestly, there was no way to discern the child’s actual age as they had received his spacepod with nothing but his name on a dogtag -no instructions, such is the nature of fatherhood. He might have guesstimated if Keliel were from a species he was familiar with.“What species is he?”
Another medic asked. Naturally, they couldn’t properly treat someone without knowing their medical history or what’s supposed to be the child’s normal body temperature. “He’s uuuhh…”
Insoul stammered again. The medics partner then chimed in, “I think he’s what’s called an Arco-“ “I’m human, silly! Right daddy?”
The medics looked at each other in silence and then turned to the father for an explanation. Insoul’s face was red and hot, he would’ve buried his head down his neck if he could right about now. The medic sighed and turned to the tiny lizard, “Of course you are!”
He said with nudge of the nose. Not my problem!
He must have thought. Keliel giggled and swerved his tail, which then caused another medic to fall flat on his face.
A nervous sweat was creeping down the medic’s face; they had no way of treating the child properly. They had given him a mask to breath oxygen, but the monitors indicated an abnormally low consumption rate. Did he even need oxygen!?
The medic ran a hand down his face and pressed on his temples. There was only one way to do this unfortunately. He crouched down to the child’s height, “How do you feel?”
Keliel shrugged. ”Are you tired?” “No…” “Do you feel sleepy?” “No…” “Are you burned anywhere?” “No…” “Does your cheek hurt?” “No…” “Why is your cheek so red?”
Keliel pressed a thinking finger on his lip and looked up as he thought. “Hmmmm… I don’t remember!”
he said with a cheery fist in the air. “…”
The tiny arcosian waved and jumped as he approached them with Insoul in tow. Relieved, Medyas sighed. With exception to the square bandaid on his cheek, Keliel was unharmed -at least, that’s all the medics could do to help him. Insoul, the tired and scorched father whom jumped the flames in vain, greeted Tarch’s father. He didn’t quite know why, but he felt like he owed the man an apology for his troubles. “I’m sorry for whatever inconvenience my kids may have caused,”
he laughed. Keliel grinned at his brother before stopping next to Tarch’s bed. “Whooaa… what happened to you?”Xanadu
Post by Xanadu on Jun 5, 2018 22:48:52 GMT -6
Pain. Inequitable pain is all Xanadu could fully grasp as he returned to consciousness. That and the fact that he was in, what he called, a "motherflurbitgorging" burning building that had somehow gotten far worse from the few memories he could recall at the moment.
It took a couple of attempts to force himself up, but once he figured how to use his ability to fly to help give enough of an edge to get up, he stumbled to a nearby case of soda and watched the ongoing chaos unfold. He could feel it, every bit of pain inside him, his cosmic power too weak enough to rebuild him. When he was a planet it was instantaneous to heal himself, but now that he was experiencing real pain for the first time in his new form, Xanadu's limited scope of powers made this pure suffering. One thing that he still was extremely skilled in, however, was his impressive ability to share his suffering with others.
Stumbling outside to where a vehicle with annoying flashing lights that seemed to belong at an Earth rave, he mustered the best of his strength to lift up two nearby humans who appeared to be doctors of some sort. With a simple toss into the building got rid of them for Xanadu, but his eye couldn't help but notice the party mobile had it's keys sitting neatly inside.
Bleeding and struggling to catch his breath, Xanadu sat in the car's front seat, as he eyed the burning building and tried to prepare for his last act of revenge on whoever these shower ruining assholes were.
Post by Tarch on Jun 9, 2018 12:37:35 GMT -6
The halfbreeds father stifled a small chuckle when he noticed Medyas’ look of utter confusion at the reaction. He leaned down to give the boy a small piece of advice. “The trick is, don’t panic. If they see you make a fuss they’ll know something is wrong. If you believe they’ll be ok, so will they.” While this was mostly parenting advice that the boy was WAY too young to fully understand, he felt it could apply to siblings as well, primarily the older ones. Still, Mar hoped it would put the child at ease as he waited for his brother. Tarch, on the other hand, was already half asleep. Of course, the preteen would soon be roused from his snooze when the tiny arcosian came trotting over to the ambulance to greet his new friend. He stared in awe at the saiyan’s back, which still stung like nobody's business.
“Keliel!” he shouted a little weakly. “I’m glad you’re alright.” He then asked what happened to him. “Oh, this? That rude man from before threw an energy blast at me. It’s actually not as bad as it looks,” he lied. Having been hit twice Tarch was in a fair amount of pain. “Plus one of those bug boys hit me, but I did hit him first so I guess that’s only fair,” he joked with a slight whimper.
While the boys were talking, Mar recognized the lizard child from Tarch’s recollection from his night as a wild Oozaru. He glared at his son with an incredibly annoyed scowl, but decided not to scold the boy, he was in enough pain as is. Luckily his attention was brought elsewhere when Insoul offered an apology. “Oh! No please don’t worry about it. I’m sure your kids didn’t do anything wrong.” He then considered giving his own apology for the incident not too long ago, though he had a feeling the situation could be escalated quite a bit if he found out the boy was actually the giant monkey that took his children for a nighttime ride. So instead he decided to stick to friendly conversation.
“What about you?” Tarch asked, “I saw that mean old guy try to hit you, are you ok?” Speak of the devil, Tarch could hear a rustling in the front of the ambulance. At first, he paid it no mind, until he heard one of the medics call up.
“Hey! Step away from the vehicle! You are not authorized to be in there!”
Tarch made a pained effort to look behind him, hissing in pain as he did so. He gasped in shock when he saw Xanadu sitting in the driver's seat. Acting on pure instinct he tried to raise a hand. His saiyan blood was now boiling as if some internal part of him wanted revenge for what he did to him. However, all he could do was squirm, as he was laid down in such a position that made it far too awkward to do much of anything behind him.
looks like the action is picking back up. Guess we're not done yet let's do it!
Post by Lord Kelvin on Jun 9, 2018 16:41:19 GMT -6
Keliel inquisitively pressed a finger against his lips and gazed at the roof of the ambulance as he tried to recall the bad man whom Tarch was referring to. It seemed the memory was smacked out of him! He recalled waking up on the corridors of the collapsing Hetap factory when his father and Medyas found him lying unconscious on the floor, promptly after which he hurried into the flames to save their bug friend. “Oh no!”
Keliel cried. “I forgot to ask his name!” Him
referring to their new bug friend, of course. The tiny arcosian was about to rush out of the ambulance when the familiar stench of soap and grease drenched in Hetap soda entered their vicinity.
Keliel turned to see Tarch reaching for a man whom now stood on the driver’s seat. His eyes widened. “It was you!”
The child exclaimed as he touched the bruise on his cheek. “You’re the mean guy who punched me!”“What!?”
Insoul growled in disbelief. He thought the kid was just being reckless again and turned a bad corner! But learning that an actual human being, an adult with skin and hair, struck his son -that was unforgivable. He shared his disturbed expressions with Mar, and nodded, rushing around the ambulance corner to apprehend the cowardly thug! Police officers were also approaching the scene, communicating to each other via talky boas
as they closed in on the vehicle with indecisive hands shifting between baton or pistol.
Keliel, however, would not wait. Even before his father set in motion, the child lunged at the man from behind. “Apologize to my friends!”
The arcosian yelled. With the seat barricading the man from the tiny lizard, Keliel managed to reach around with his arms and attempted to pull on the man’s face. Two fingers from the right would fall on the man’s mouth and pull at his lip’s end while another pair of fingers from the left latched on the nose. If the man had not evaded Keliel’s attack, he’d find his face straddled back against the headrest of the seat.Xanadu
Post by Xanadu on Jun 9, 2018 19:26:05 GMT -6
This pain was not out of Xanadu's usual wheelhouse, for the most part. It's not like he hadn't been beaten to near death quite a few times in his life, like during his bar trips that turned unpleasant, or when he tried to rampage a planet that had a bit more pushback then expected. But usually, when his entire body was having trouble moving he didn't have an Arcosian child pulling his face in every direction, making it a bit more than complicated to properly drive. Xanadu didn't care for the gun aimed at him, at most, it would bounce off him or he could use it to get the kid off, but what he did care about was what had to be the toughest set of kids hands weighing his mouth down to the point he could only put the pedal to the medal and hope he caused some chaos to these damn pitiful wastes of life (not that there was any good use of life, but c'mon, now was not the time for Xanadu to be getting introspective).
With the simple knocking down of a few pillars that kept the entire building stable, the car came straight toward Tarch. Xanadu tried and failed to knock the child away, but it occurred that at the rate things were going this child might end up being a tumor permanently attached to him. Unrelated to these events but it was thanks to a bit of broken concrete created by Xanadu's earlier visit in the sky, however, that his current ride was sent spinning as it rolled over Tarch and knocked the planetoid man Xanadu himself through the window shield. In such a state Xanadu couldn't feel his body and couldn't tell if the child was even still clung to him in some manner, and he didn't even know who this child was beside he was there when he was intruded on in middle of putting a special soap all over his body, so that Xanadu would make this stranger feel the rare body wash's high price point in pain.
The now crushed medical vehicle behind them began to tick down as it prepared to explode, with the rest of the firey caffeinated chaos continuing to unfold around them, all while Xanadu struggled to stand straight as he unloaded a glitterful sphere at whoever the hell this person was.
Post by Tarch on Jun 14, 2018 11:09:57 GMT -6
Being unable to defend himself, Keliel sprung into action to Tarch’s rescue. More accurately, he practically tried to pull Xanadu’s nose off from the sounds of the scuffle up in the cockpit. Still, the man was able to get the truck moving, forcing the unsecured bed to come tumbling out the back, throwing the unfortunate patient to the ground. The preteen let out a pained scream as he landed flat on his back, the grass and dirt now mixing with his freshly treated burn. As if that wasn’t enough, the ambulance seemed to be on the prowl for saiyan blood, as it battered into him before barreling into the freshly exploded factory.
“TARCH!” his father cried but was held back by the authorities. “Let me go! That’s my son over there!”
Luckily his mother’s DNA fueled him enough that a rampaging medical truck wouldn’t be the end of him. Tarch picked himself up, his legs wobbling, his back feeling like flaming teeth were dragging across his already seared flesh. He stared down Xanadu, throwing him the most deathly glare he could muster. Of course, the obscene man was far from finished, as if taking down a factory wasn’t enough for his revenge. He launched yet another rainbow ball of death towards his target, who was still standing staring daggers towards him.
With a primal roar, Tarch’s fist glowed an icy blue as it wheeled back. The child had no idea what took hold of him. It was as if he transformed into the mighty Oozaru but was still his usual self. Still, he could hear it roaring it his ears. With a mighty swing, Tarch’s blue ball of watery flames collided with Xanadu’s attack, clashing for just a brief moment stretching on for what felt like hours to the poor boy. Then as quickly as the two attacks came, they dispersed in a small shockwave. The hybrid's knuckles were singed a dull red, as if sunburned. And then, still fueled by this base instinct, Tarch took a step towards Xanadu, then collapsed. He was completely exhausted, his legs feeling like lead jelly. He could hear people shouting around him, but could not quite make out what they were saying. Nevertheless, he clung to consciousness, afraid of what could happen should he pass out.
[N1] - Torrent Impact 33% at 3,333 (or 3300 depending on your math) used to cancel out Glitterball Express. 3300 >< 3300 = 0 = fizzle yay!
kp -1 2/3
Post by Lord Kelvin on Jun 15, 2018 17:55:58 GMT -6
Insoul exclaimed. He had been face to face with Xanadu before the pedal was floored and the ambulance rushed out of his reach with his son inside.
The tiny arcosian continued as he fidgeted in the back of the runaway ambulance; which resulted in greater pain for the driver, as his unrelenting grasp pulled on his nose and mouth, anchoring Keliel onto the front. The child had nothing else to secure himself with but his face. “I won’t let go until you apologize!”
Keliel yelled. His eyes were closed as he screamed at the bad man, so he missed it when Tarch fell out of the ambulance, when the ambulance rushed into the flames of the battered Hetap factory and back out. His body jerked up with the spinning ambulance after it trampled his friend, which he also missed. At last, the boy didn’t let go until the ambulance reached an abrupt stop and expelled Xanadu out the window.Oomph!
Keliel’s body might have followed suit if not for the fact he crashed into the now empty chair’s back and toppled to the ambulance’s floor. “What happened?”
The child arcosian muttered as he propped onto his elbow and rubbed his head with his free hand. He turned at the hip and looked above him, through the ambulance’s wide-open doors. In its frame he could see a crowd of people, along with Mars and his father, blockaded by a fleet of policemen. Nearer to him, he saw his lambasted friend groveling on the floor. “TARCH!”
The arcosian exclaimed. His arm reached out as if to touch the saiyan just as he called his name.
Just as the boy’s eyes met. The ambulance exploded…"KEEEELLIIIIIEEEEEELLLLL!!!!!!"
Post by Xanadu on Jun 16, 2018 9:06:10 GMT -6
Xanadu's pained body could only give a chuckle to the boy's counter. The kid had fought back, even in his state, and Xanadu had to admit he admired that quite a bit. Maybe it was because of this that he didn't rip the stranger's head off while he was down, but it was more than likely it was a mix of factors that made staying any longer plain inconvenient from him. Watching the place burn down made Xanadu giggle with childish glee until he remembered the high-class shower he had lost, and only rage returned to him.
He couldn't act on it though, as the lights of multiple employees of the Earth's nuisance of a protection forces were still around, and Xanadu was just not up to accidentally running into someone double his own fighting capabilities. At least, not again. His skin burning almost as much as the entire soda store, the planet man took a bottle and began to limp away as his body tried to slowly gather it's ki.
Even the child's insufferable screams weren't enough to get him to stay. Even though he wanted so badly to go back and slap the Arcosian child a few times and make his self-esteem plummet to the point where he would take his own life, he just couldn't. Not now. But maybe later.
Looking over his shoulder Xanadu took a sip of his drink and gave a devilish grin, and gave a wave that clearly caused his body pain, as he went and stumbled into the sky and away from the chaos. Hopefully, the Arcosian understood the message.
Maybe not today, but someday, Xanadu would run into him again. And it would be then Xanadu would go all out and show what happens to those who ruin a proper shower.