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Post by Sesame on Jul 15, 2018 17:27:37 GMT -6
Powerlevel:17,500
Sesame walked through the streets wearing a large trench coat. He knew that people would know who he was and with what he was doing today. He had heard rumors of the video that had been broadcast. It was about some Insect man who claimed to have the dna of the strongest fighters from another era. That they were all doomed. Sesame was not sure about that but he still wanted to figure out what happened. With the giant sign in front of satan city being turned to badman city well..he knew where to look. Where else would of this happened. Though he felt it funny they changed the name to something far more important. He'd walk through the street keeping his eyes peeled. To see if he could see any of the villains or who he assumed to be villains.
He knew one name he was going to be out for was Maple and this Virus creature. Virus was obvious he had been here but he also had met Maple before. He seemed to be the demonic lord type. Plus he had the power to Ki sense. He didn't know many people who could do that so it must of meet he took his training seriously. Plus he doubted this Virus came up with the name. He wanted to kill everything. Doubt he'd take the time to change names of a city where no one would see the new name. Sesame went into an alleyway pulling up a pair of shades and grabbing into his pocket a couple of dices. He made sure to get some stuff to help him just in case he ran into a jam. If Maple was behind this, he knew he could be tracked. These were just last resorts though. He didn't need anyone getting hurt from a massive burst of sound energy.
Sesame grasped at a door handle opening the door. He walked into the room seeing it was just left uncleaned with a box of pizza. He saw a man rush over trying to attack him but he just dodged knocking him down. He seemed quite crazed though. He walked over flipping open the box. Eye for toppings. This was demonic work. He held his breath looking around. The place was a nest for dirt and disgust. Something truly horrible had happened here. What exactly he didn't but the heroes lost. They had lost bad. Would it have been different if he been fighting? He could have died to try to do good. Redeem himself even just a little for his past crimes. Yet, he was not as strong as many of the other fighters, weak no but he may not have made that much of a difference. If Maple had been here he could have made almost none.
Sesame pulled the hood down. His ears flopped to his side. They began to pick up the sound around him. He needed to be focused. Someone could ambush him at any time whether that be a crazed citizen or those who had caused this madness. He'd climb up a flight of stairs when he saw a window. He'd stare out of the window seeing someone stealing from someone else. Broad daylight people watching and cheering. He frowned as he keeps climbing to get to the second floor. He had to find out why this happened and how he could save these people.
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Post by Chamil on Jul 16, 2018 0:35:30 GMT -6
BADMEN GO TO BAD PLACES
BASE PL: 34,000
"Yeah, does five work for you? Tomorrow, of course." Chamil tapped her foot on the ground- this temporary HQ she found while they were searching for a proper place in her new city wasn't the best in terms of sanitation, but it worked. Still, there was a cleaning place down in East City she could force over here to help later. Chamil couldn't help but to hold back a laugh as the cleaning lady on the other line asked for her location. "We're in Badman city. Be there or be dead."
With a click, the goat demon hung up, turning her attention back to the television in front of her. Chamil's abode was the first room on the second floor, a lot cleaner than the other rooms. Shelves were stacked with movies and some recent pictures and postcards of the scene and her victory in the city with her fellow Stargoons, along with some maps and notebooks here and there, folded or placed atop the shelves. Dart boards, a pool table, and even an air hockey set lied haphazardly about- a hammock placed in the corner with a blanket and pillows seemed to serve as Chamil's temporary bed as well. Still, the demon would slump into her black and red flamed beanbag, her claws tapping away at the controller in her grip.
She herself was only wearing a red striped turtleneck with a leather biker jacket and jeans, opting out of her Stargoon wear for casual shenanigans. Leaning forwards with her eyes narrowed onto the screen, Chamil would grit her teeth as the sprite of a small Majin bounced about under her control. Majin Bros Maker was not for the faint of heart, but Chamil was determined to beat whatever evil genius made a level as hard as this... And in her concentration, her horns would flash with the same yellow hue the lines on the controlled pedestrians sported, and she barely noticed the sound of someone coming up the stairs.
OOC: hi
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Post by Sesame on Jul 17, 2018 19:24:31 GMT -6
Sesame paused as he heard something upstairs. Someone else was in this housing complex. He'd hear her talking. She was calling for a cleaning person. Seemed she was here for the long hall. He still didn't have a full grasp of what was going on but she seemed to have more control than the other people around here. He'd leaned in slightly trying to get a view on who was inside. It was a goat looking woman. A Zoan maybe? He made sure to once again get behind the wall. He was thinking about why this person was different from the others. Everyone else seemed odd in this city. He knew something bad had happened here but what and why he didn't know. His answers may lie in this person.
She had not seen to come along. He'd look back over and see that she was playing some sort of game. He had seen she didn't have a scouter on. Combined with that fact it all but confirmed this person could no sense ki. At the same time, they were not affected by what seemed to be going around. People didn't just change on the flip of a switch. He didn't see Maple around either. He really needed to get to the bottom of what was afoot. So the only option was to ask this person. She was the only one not affected at least who he had seen so far. He had to be on his guard, she could be apart of the reason this was all going on. So he had to use caution. Sesame quickly wrote down what he needed to say and fashioned into a paper airplane. He sent it making it land in front of Chamil. He wanted to keep at some range so he could bust through the window if worse came to worse. The letter had as followed, "Why are you not crazy like the others.' That was what was written on the piece of paper if Chamil chooses to open it up.
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Post by Chamil on Jul 20, 2018 13:08:44 GMT -6
BASE PL: 34,000
A quick bleat of surprise echoed from Chamil as a paper airplane smacked the back of her head, thus causing her majin avatar in the game to falter and fall into a pit of lava, just short of the finishing flagpole. Chamil took a slow breath in as the plane fell into her hand, eye twitching as she crushed the plane in her palm, her ki incinerating the now lost message into ash. Still, this was enough to get the zoanthrope to her feet, a clawed hand grabbing the scouter that rested on the ground beside her. The window wasn't open, so it couldn't have been a civilian's prank gone astray... And judging by the energy right behind her on her scouter, Chamil would finally figure out that she wasn't alone.
Her very irked gaze turned to the fellow demon behind her. "You made me get a game over. What. Gives?" The demon hissed, creeping towards the mute, pink man. "...You aren't like the others. What brings you to my city?" Chamil tapped her foot on the ground- she couldn't feel her presence in this man. He was probably a wannabe goodie-goodie come to save everyone, yadda yadda yadda, but Chamil decided to pull her punches, if only for now.
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Post by Sesame on Jul 20, 2018 13:58:06 GMT -6
Sesame seemed to have already gotten on the goat demons nerve. Something about losing a game. He then saw she grabbed a scouter he had not seen. Now he knew there was no point in hiding. He came around from the corner looking over at Chamil. He was still close to the window if he needed to escape so it was not as bad as it could be. So he stood his ground for now. She asked him a simple question that he was then happy to answer. Why he was here. What caught his attention as her claim this was her city. So she was a new hot shot, villain. He had not heard of her until today so, it made him quite confused. What was her connection with Virus? He put his hand on his chin before moving it and snapping his fingers.
He formed a sound barrier between the two of them extending a good 30 feet out in every direction. He could talk without causing any damage. Considering he already was on Chamil bad side, he'd rather not blow up her house. Any part of it. Sesame decided he was going to play his card to try and appeal to Chamil. Sesame knew that if he said he was some good guy hear to stop her and gather info, he'd not get far. Perhaps he would be able to weed out info by attempting to play on any vanity she had. "I didn't know if you were the type to attack. I heard rumors of this badman city and also that video of that creature Virus. You seemed to have done a good job taking over this city. Though my reason for coming here is that i'm curious on what you did to these people. As a Demon I've never seen something so evil. If I assume what i'm assuming is correct. Turning these people into people of evilness. Expanding the evil they try to hide into the open. Clearly, I am of no merit compared to you but I'd be honored to learn." Sesame facial expression was jovial and would prob be hard to discern. As a cold hard assassin at one point in his life, he had to have learned how to give off the occasional lie and not show that he was lying.
Ut: Tsuki O Narasu (Chirping of the Moon)- An Area around Sesame extending out 30 feet from his body on his power out that in cases all sound. No sound can escape its meaning from the outside looking in no sound would be heard. This can be used to make it hard to find him or attack a foe without another of his allies hearing it.
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Post by Chamil on Jul 25, 2018 20:57:48 GMT -6
BASE PL: 34,000
"Learn? From me?" Chamil huffed with a grin. "These are trade secrets, I'm afraid. But, well, you could say I only brought out what was inside the depths of these civillians' hearts. No more, no less." The demon replied, walking around the odd pink man. He had earned some points, but Chamil's firsts were still clenched and her tail swayed to and fro with a sense of caution. "There's no magic in my acts, that's purple's thing-- I'm merely attuned to the mental and spiritual ways of the use of ki." The demon explained, her eyes narrowing with a frown.
"But what's your story, my fellow demon? Are you truly like us?" The goat asked, stooping over and narrowing her gaze, testing the other demon as bright yellow energy festered around her form, ready to unleash at any moment.
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Post by Sesame on Jul 26, 2018 13:17:50 GMT -6
Sesame looked at Chamil as she seemed not willing to part with any secrets. Seems this was going to be tougher to crack then he expected. She stated she had brought out the evil of them to the surface. At least something along those lines. This really was something he had never seen. He could see the aura forming around her. She was getting ready to strike but he held his ground. He made a mistake he was going to get blasted. He put his hand on his chin as he was trying to decide how he was going to take this. Telling his story, he didn't like telling it but if he wanted to get her to tell him what happened here then he was going to have to tell her his story. Even if he had to lie a bit.
Sesame stared Chamil down, "I am an Assassin. An Assassin from Demon Realm. I got bored with the work. All the demons back home have become soft from years of fighting against weak demons. I got bored with it. I wanted to fight and kill stronger people. I got here and saw how strong people were. It was far different from what I expected. I thought they be weaker but many of the people on this plant are strong. Course, I want to keep getting stronger and I figured after seeing what happened to this city the top baddie in the world must be whoever took over this city. Seems I stumbled upon you. Seemed you have done a good job. If you want to see what I can do I can show you." Sesame crossed his arms looking straight at Chamil waiting to see how she'd a response.
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Post by Chamil on Jul 30, 2018 16:48:32 GMT -6
BASE PL: 34,000
"Hm." Chamil's narrowed gaze scrunched further for a moment- it seemed typical and believable enough for a run-of-the-mill demon from the Demon Realm. "Very well. I will not blast you or anything, but you'll have to do more than that to prove yourself." Chamil stood back up, gaze softening once more despite still sporting a stern air. "You're welcome to stay here in Badman, but I'll still murder you if I catch you in my way or in a lie." The demon concluded, turning her gaze outside. "...That being said, how about you and I go rob a bank or somethin'? There's some suburbs I haven't touched down north, I believe..." Chamil proposed with a sinister grin, tail swaying about...
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Post by Sesame on Jul 30, 2018 22:25:48 GMT -6
Now came the hard part. She bought what he was selling. That he wanted to learn under her. Now she wanted to go rob a bank. He made sure to stare her in the eyes. He knew he could not have a moment of hesitation. she would know something was up. "Yes." He said not even blinking as he looked at her. "I'd love to see how you do this thing and show you how I do things. So you can tell me how to improve." Sesame bowed his head in respect. He was really making a risk. He could live with stealing from a bank. It was for the greater good. What If Chamil wanted him to kill somebody. What was he suppose to do? Maybe he was a little over his head. Yet if he didn't stop her she could do this to many other people. Plus she may have had allies. He needed to get in the inner circle. If there was one. So he had to do this. Sesame looked back. "So when do we go?" He asked keeping his calm demeanor on his face to hide the fact he was very much conflicted on the inside.
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