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Post by Kalaboo on Aug 9, 2018 17:01:46 GMT -6
Kalabas scratched his chin, confused. Satan City had changed… quite a bit, maybe? It was still an alien place full of alien people doing alien things, but now everything seemed more… scummy. Beam struggles were dime a dozen, buildings exploded left and right, and cackling followed the saiyan wherever he went. What’s worse, everything reeked of imported beer and stale fries.
What the hell happened while he was gone?
The whole ordeal reminded Kalabas of a piss-poor movie, well, a series of piss-poor movies, in which law and reason were put on hold for an entire night and Joe Sixpacks everywhere went homicidally bananas… “Life imitates art…”, thought the young man as he saw two elders going at it, fencing with oxygen bottles and outdated slurs.
Should he approach them? He certainly could. Neither looked like a fighter, at least not in the way Kalabas was, but maybe they were mystics of some sort, their whiskers grey with wisdom, and their strange words pregnant with powerful incantations… Although, if that was the case, why was the victor of the duel bashing the other’s head into a gory mess? Humans are weird like that.
Wincing at the wanton brutality, too lacking in technique and manners for him to find it tasteful, Kalabas’ cringing shrug startled the old man. The bloodied patriarch lifted the deceased’s oxygen bottle over his head, mustering all of his might into a powerful throw. The bottle bounced off harmlessly, not even scratching Kalabas’ armor. The saiyan was unfazed, somewhat.
“Good sir, if you will, may I ask you a question?”, Kalabas took a step forward, hands held way up high, “Can you please tell me what’s going-”
The old man leaped, fists balled up to strike Kalabas into the heavens, not even the yank of the respiratory tube was enough to stop the very much committed human from soaring through the air and… missing Kalabas completely. When the saiyan doubled over to help the senior up, the madman squealed atop his singular lung.
“IT’S A SAIYAN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
And it was all so sudden… Like rats, dozens of old men crawled out from their hidey-holes, the sewers, the ruins, even the piles of corpses one could bump into every so often. Some were armed, many brought nothing but their fists, a couple of tanks were brought into the fray, and all of them wanted a piece of Kalabas. Unfortunately, there was not enough Kalabas to go around.
Rather than fly away, the saiyan was frozen in shock.
Was this going to be his end?
Thread PL: 7,462
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Post by Yanwang on Aug 11, 2018 21:39:01 GMT -6
Yanwang closed his eyes. He was teleporting throughout the universe heading towards Earth. Heaven to Earth was pretty far. It took him a bit and he was growing bored. He was growing bored over the time. Heaven than Earth. Yanwang yawned as he finally arrived. He could see it towards the ground. He could see a city. The bright blue beam crashed in the middle of the city as he stepped out. He was in some city. He hoped no one saw the beam come down. That would be pretty hard to explain to the locals. Can't just tell them he was a servant of bascailly god. Yemma, after all, did judge who went to hell and who went to heaven. He was as godly as they came.
He'd look around and see a ton of people were all heading towards this small kid. They even had tanks. Yanwang sighed walking forward. He should help him out. He'd leap landing in front of Kalabas. He'd wave at him before focusing on the group of people in front of them. He was unsure how exactly he wanted to deal with them. It had to be something cool. Can't be a normal ko finisher. His entrance back to earth had to be fancy. He drew his Fujin Bag his hand digging it into it. He'd draw two masks throwing one to Kalabas. "Put it on." He'd said before putting his mask on and pulling out some gas. He'd throw it down to make a gas cloud of knock out gas to try and just knock out all the crazy people He was unsure if Kalabas was superhuman so he did it to be sure. IT was better not to take a risk.
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Post by Azarath on Aug 12, 2018 0:45:03 GMT -6
Azarath's PL: 50,000 | KP: 3/3 | Multipliers: None
Great gobbling piles of candy flitted between sharp teeth which, lollipops and chocolate popcorn all the same thrown into a single abyssal maw and chewed without care of wrapper or stick. Ever since Badman City had replaced Satan City the locals had been much more forthcoming with their candy! Aside from the random attacks that were becoming more and more common throughout the city and the occasional jerk trying to stop her in this weird cities version of justice, she liked it more! Sure the people were weird and it seemed like something dark was pressing down a weight between her shoulders but that was fine. The only issue Azarath had even run into yet was how some people had seemed to degrade below that of the common thug! Acting like the swarms of rats she often found when perusing the sewer for something tasty, like one of those sewer-gators she heard tales of! Still the men would crawl and squirm in strange numbers, laying in wait in the oddest of places with the strangest of positions for a particular weakling to happen by or for someone too starved by the city or injured by the local villains to be able to fight back. Not that she ever had to concern herself with things like that! The people here were bad so she felt like it was right to eat them and they seemed to leave her alone quickly after the first. So it wasn't all that surprising to see a group of old men attacking some lone kid on the city streets and absolutely no one doing a thing about it. Rather she was more surprised that the man had survived up until this point since it seemed he had sincere issue with the Earthlings. Should she help? She could but then that would be boring and also she had more candy in her arms to eat than arms to help with. Now another one had entered the fray with some sort of noxious gas that spread across the entire way that the men had been gathered, seeming to choke them for a moment before they slid harmlessly to the ground. It had a smell she was hardly familiar with and seemed to try and choke her with the same strange mixture of chemicals which sadly for it was futile, she hardly needed to breathe much less use whatever it was trying to disrupt. Still it was annoying and she wanted it gone. Lips pursed and glowed violet for all of a second before puckering out like spitting a great gob of something. A bullet-like blast of ki shredding through the gas and hopefully dispersing what had been nearest to her, "Haha! Cool!" she praised whoever had thrown it, impressed with the cool trick even if the gas was annoying.
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Post by Kalaboo on Aug 12, 2018 14:34:13 GMT -6
It’s not like Kalabas was a defenseless little runt, he was more than capable of blasting the frenzied geriatric mob to kingdom come, he was just… not cowardly, careful. Wary, even. Think about it, would a weakling, even in numbers, surprise a far stronger opponent without having an ace up his sleeve? Kalabas’ assumption was justified, the head of the grizzled gang was a sage of great power, a master in the art of tea blending and telekinesis.
Fortunately for the saiyan, a savior had come! The creature could not be taller than four feet, yet it pranced all over with graceful poise, Kalabas himself was quite impressed by just how fast it darted, the demon was the strongest being he had ever seen! The frankly adorable wee cretin, whose appearance reminded Kalabas of an unhallowed plushie, produced from his magical sack a couple of masks that shielded the two from the gas that would pour from it shortly after.
The first rows fell quickly, drowsiness overwhelming their bloodlust. Seeing this, the gang leader ordered his men to fire at will, while he did his best to dissipate the mist with strong gusts of wind. It was not a smart move. Most of the hail of bullets, arrows, and toilet paper had their trajectories shifted by the ever-changing flows, and the psychic paid the ultimate price when a stray tank shell met his face, annihilating him and his entourage of retired wrestlers.
Just like that, Yanwang had cut off the head of the snake, demoralizing many of the assailants who now fled from the smoke. Kalabas was impressed, perhaps even fearful? He nudged the man that had called for reinforcements, nodding approvingly when the bastard muttered something in his sleep. Ok. That’s good. Kalabas was glad that he was not dealing with a crazed psychopath, his fear had turned into full-blown gratefulness.
The saiyan whisked his mask, breathing in slow but shallow breaths as the air cleared. He saw a majinn, of all things, cheerfully doing… whatever inscrutable tomfoolery majinn did to pass time. Keeping one eye on the pink gum thing, Kalabas turned to his benefactor and bowed. “Words fail me… You have done me a great service today. I may not owe you my life, but please, accept this as a token of my appreciation.”, reaching for the oxygen tank that had been thrown at him, Kalabas handed the thing to the demon.
With the formalities over, somewhat, he addressed the pink elephant in the room. “Do tell me, is that girl with you?”
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Post by Yanwang on Aug 13, 2018 12:03:20 GMT -6
As he praised his own victory as the men fell asleep left in right. Seemed they all got the message. He felt pretty good as the bolt of ki dispersed the gas. So not everyone here was normal. Some people were pretty out there. He'd turn his head looking at who caused this. It was a majin. He'd brace himself for a fight. This person could be with these crazy folks in this crazy town. Plus with all his training he would love to test himself agiasnt a foe worthy of his new found skills. Perhaps this could be the one? She, however, seemed to praise what had done. He grunted, she got rid of the gas so was it really that cool? It didn't matter they were safe.
Then the saiyan kid began to tell him all stuff thanking him and giving him a gas can. "Look kid your barking up the wrong tree. I have no use for Martialistc things. Expect Zeni. Now if you have some zeni then i'll take that in a heartbeat. Other than that I am good." It was nice to be praised and get rewarded but when you could create almost anything by thinking kinda hard, then rewards didn't really matter. Now he asked the questions that actually was on both there minds. Well, his was if she was with him but his question who she was. "she is not but she seems to not be our foe. She seems to not be crazy, just uh.." He'd look at her, "Just a majin?" he's shrug. He honestly had no idea what to really say. She just popped out of nowhere.
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Post by Azarath on Aug 15, 2018 9:34:33 GMT -6
Azarath's PL: 50,000 | KP: 3/3 | Multipliers: None
All the bad guys were down and the heroes were standing tall just like in a story book! It was just a bonus for the Majin that the bad guys were the kind she was allowed to eat. After all they weren't really human anymore right? At least that had been what she was told and seen throughout the city. No one here had kindly words or gentle smiles, just frowns and curses and attacks. So she felt no hesitation when swooping down from the roof to land near the felled humans, candy now gone completely as it had been gobbled down in one giant maw through her skin. "Majin? Majin! Mhm I'm a Majin!" she sing-songed her species name while circling around the old and broken men, poking a few of them with the tip of her shoe and laughing at the groans that echoed out, "Y'know the fisherman say I'm not s'posed to eat people but people keep saying the people here aren't people." She bent down to pick up one of the men and look him over, "So that means I can eat everyone, right?"To most it might have been a joke or a rhetorical but in this city of twisted logic, Azarath who was herself just a product of the environment naturally gravitated to the natural order. Kindness begetting kindness and the mindless cruelty of nature answered in kind. She tossed the man away without a care, hands propped up on her hips and head tilted ever so slightly to the side. A scrutinizing gaze cast over the two, "So so! Are you people or are not? Cause I'm sorta hungry and I wanna know if I can eat you after these guys."
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Post by Kalaboo on Aug 15, 2018 12:52:35 GMT -6
Kid? Kalabas was no kid! He was 23, and of perfectly average height for a healthy boy his age! Before he had a chance to chide the little daemon for mistaking him for a runt, the saiyan had his attention caught by the eerie majin. As the humanoid slime circled the slumbering mummies, reminding the saiyan of a predator playing with its prey, Kalabas put his hand on Yanwang’s while he stepped forward to take Azarath head-on. With words!
Off-putting as she was, Kalabas knew that majin folk were children at heart, gullible and impulsive and gluttonous to no end – all he had to do was appeal to Azarath’s sense of wonder and survive. Like taking candy from a baby, the saiyan didn’t expect much of a challenge, only shame for manipulating someone who was probably as smart as the Yanwang looked. “Greetings, majin!”, his ‘commander’ voice was a booming bass, the kind that would thunder over cannon fire, rallying the broken and the defeated for one last charge, “This fisherman you speak of is very wise indeed!”
The saiyan placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head just like the majin. He had read somewhere that connections between people were more likely to form whenever one of the interlocutors subtly mirrored the other’s body language. Emphasis on subtly. “Eating people is such an arcosian thing to do! For a strapping young lass like yourself, that simply won’t do! But do you know where the very best candy comes from, little miss? Sugar! Of the cane variety!”, the saiyan patted his pouch for a sugar packet to give, only to find it depressingly empty of anything at all.
He returned the hand to its hip, smacking his lips as he struggled with arguments easy enough for the living gum to follow. Was he being patronizing? Oh yes, quite a bit. But, you may be wondering, what is a people? Erhm, person. Why shouldn’t I eat person? Erhm, people. Well, on a purely pragmatic level, you majins could reason that a person is any being that is capable of growing food, as opposed to simply being it. Take these fine gentlemen around us, for instance, wouldn’t they be fine snacks? Of course! But you must think in the long run, you must think ‘would I rather eat them now, or eat the fruits of the labor?’”
Kalabas cleared his throat, unsure whether he was making himself understood, “But yes, I and my horned friend are people, and so are these… sweet old men.”
What a horrible choice of words.
“For the sake of moral decency, refrain from eating us. Let us part as good, unappetizing, friends.”
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Post by Yanwang on Aug 20, 2018 18:04:24 GMT -6
Yanwang was super confused on what was going. Azarath was some Majin lady who just happened to be here. He had done his duty and leaped off, "K bye."
Leaving the thread got no muse for it
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