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Post by Chamil on Oct 17, 2018 22:41:23 GMT -6
FLEAING THE SCENE
CHAMIL'S PL: 66,000
"Ą̕͟A͘͡͡Á̢̡͘Ą͏̵̛͞Á͘͜A̶͠À̀A̴͝A̧҉͘͠҉A̶̕͢A͢͟҉A̧͞A̛̕͏̶̧A̵̵͢͞͡A҉̵A̴̡̡̨͡A҉̧҉͢A͡҉͏̕A҉̶̸̧A̷͜A̛҉̴A͜͡҉ĄÀ͘Ą̷̷A̵̵͞A͟À͘̕͜͡A҉̶͢͠͠A̢͢͢͟͝A̴͢͢͞͞A̶͜͟À̧̧͟͡A̧̕͞A̷̸͠A̕À̛̀͘Ą̷͝Ą̵̨͜A̸̡͢À̡͞Á̕͡A̶̡̨͠A͜͠A͏A̵͘͞͡A̛͟͠͝Ą̷A̛͠Ą͟͝͞A̷A̴̶͝À̵A̕͜A̸͝A̸̢̢̕͝A͜͠͝͞"
Unholy screams pierced the skies above, sending ripples of sound through the air. Yet, the Namekian populace of the Moori Capitol could only watch with mild fear and morbid interest as their supposed enemy, the caprine Stargoon in all her evil glory, dragging herself across the grass and flailing about haphazardly. The demon continued to writhe and scratch at her skin, even going as far to raise one of her hind legs like an animal to try and ease the painful itching. "...I've seen this before. Twelve times, as a matter of fact." The town's Elder looked down upon the goat, his wrinkled features scrunching as she'd flop herself onto a nearby rock. The old slug man turned back to the cowering group of Dragon Clansmen behind him with a frown. "Crawticks- one of the worst cases I've seen. They're always abundant this time of year- and..." Chamil reeled back again with another howl. "...Well, these furred folks don't have the best of times with them."
"Elder Conch, i-is there anything we can do? She's our only defense against that Arcosian!" A younger Namekian had placed a hand on the demon's head when she stopped thrashing to catch her breath, a wave of healing magic coarsing across the goat... But not a moment later, she reeled back again with a shriek and another scratch, rolling back against the ground. "...I'm sure there's some herbs lying around that can treat her. But we sent a lot to the Kingdom folk awhile ago..." The old man scratched his chin, seemingly bliss to Chamil's shrill cries while the other townsfolk reeled back and held there ears in pain whenever she shouted.
Chamil's form shook like a leaf. She wore nothing but a black tank top and shorts now to try and scratch away at her furred skin. Flecks of her black coat lied scattered across the ground, small patches of her purplish skin exposed as well. "I. HATE. THIS." She croaked out, flopping back against the ground and panting. "Kazuu, see if we have any Hydrangea herbs- I'll keep the lass still here." Without a second thought, one of the Namekians behind the elder darted off with several others in tow. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---" The demon screamed through her teeth as the Namekian planted a hand atop the fallen goat's head. "It'll only get worse if you itch, you know." The goat just screamed again in agony and sheer humiliation, causing the old man to huff again, managing to keep her head pinned to the ground.
Whatever mass of power she was said to hold was gone, the demon's strength lowly enough to be held by the old geezer as she cried and howled. "...Well, let's hope we've got something to help you, miss." Chamil grit her teeth and growled again, raising one of her unpinned feet to scratch again. In spite of her animistic urge to claw away at her skin, the demon hoped nobody else would see her like this.
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Typha
Administrator
PL: 232,000
Pale Rose (x4P); Holy Rose (x14T); Mastered Holy Rose (x17T)
Tag: @yokubo
Posts: 857 
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Post by Typha on Oct 17, 2018 23:34:56 GMT -6
Typha was walking around the grand city that was Moori. This was the home city of the namekian. It was a nice contrast to his home city. Ocarin city was a lot of old structures. It felt so ancient and battle worn. This city seemed far more in modern times. This was only the second city he had seen other than his own city. He saw one of those earth cities. The smog that shot up into the air made him not want to stay for long. He didn't understand why those humans want to damage the planet they lived on. Regardless as he walked around he could hear a distance. He'd walk over to see what was causing all the noise. When he walked over at first he just saw 2 namekian not noticing who they were healing. When he finally got a look, he was surprised.
It was a Goat demon. He had seen this before back with Allium. Those demons that worked for Badman city. Maybe she was apart of them. At least their race. He didn't want to judge what her affliction was just by meeting her. She could be a good person. Regardless she seemed to be in a lot of pain. Something was causing her trouble. The healer could not seem to do much. His robotic eye spun as he'd walk over. She had a high powerlevel so he'd approach with caution. Then agian she was writhing on the wrong. Clearly, she didn't seem to be in the position to be fighting. He'd look at the healer, "I could not help but overhear what was going on over here. I am Typha. Is there anything I can perhaps do to help?" He'd ask. He doubted there was much, they seemed to be handling it up if he could help he'd like too.
Powerlevel:24,000
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Lord Boreal
Rising Soul
ARCHIVED - XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO WANDER
PL: 82,302
Brute Form (x2P) Monster Form (x4P) True Form (x6P)
Tag: @lordboreal
Posts: 67
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Post by Lord Boreal on Oct 18, 2018 5:43:59 GMT -6
"... I will be frank: I thought a lot about when I would next speak to you. I was.... not expecting this. At all."
Descending from above, Boreal sat in the air, staring down at Chamil in bemusement. Fleas. His foe had been taken down by... fleas.
He would laugh if it wasn't so sad. Shaking his head, he looked over at the Namekian beside her, holding her down. "As much as I don't like the woman and her goals, this is just needlessly painful. Is there anything I can do to help? With this or the various lunatics running around the planet at the moment."
Pausing, he blinked. "Ah, my apologies. My name is Boreal. A pleasure to meet you." He said, both to the Namekian and the young man beside him. Konatsian, perhaps, but he could be just another species he hadn't met yet.
Giving a slight nod, he took another glance at Chamil and winced. That was just nauseatingly painful to watch. What had she DONE to herself?
PL: 78,677
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Post by Dr. Bosmika on Oct 18, 2018 6:52:14 GMT -6
Bosmika's PL: 24,000
Namek was pretty crazy now. First off, the Kingdom decided to come over to Namek, only for the Fleet to follow… or was it the other way around? Eh, either way, everything’s been to Hell and back as of late, especially with the growing conflict for the dragon balls. Luckily everything seemed to be calming down, not having seen Boreal for a few days… Er, at least she thought it was a few days. This planet sucked whenever it involved time as well, so it’s probably been a month already and she didn’t know. Bosmika stopped checking the time after a few days on this rock.
But if one good thing came out of this fighting, she had a temporary truce with the Kingdom, and not only that, but she also has herself a little saiyan friend as well. Who would’ve thought? Anywho, since nothing really chaotic has happened, she decided that it was best to just have herself a little walk. Bosmika thought it would calm her nerves, just having a small walk around the blue plains of grass. She still hated the fact that the sky was green and the grass was blue, but whatever.
As she walked however, she heard a howl off in the distance. Bosmika stopped in her tracks to listen to the howling, checking where it was coming from. Soon enough she pinpointed the noises, spying a large village. Holy crap, was it huge. Bosmika blinked once she saw this village, honestly a little surprised with how seemingly huge it was compared to the other villages. Whatever is happening over there, it was best that she went and checked it out, plus she sorta did have to help Namekians if she wanted to be on their good side, so why not?
Actually speaking of namekians, she just realized she still had her disguise kit! It was about time she got to use it considering the fact that the namekians MIGHT not be fond of her presence, but it’s better to be safe than sorry!
A small namekian could be seen entering the village, and their antennae appeared to be quite longer than usual, drooping over the namekian’s field of few a little bit. They also had a very deep crimson hue in their eyes, but they appeared to be wearing the traditional namekian clothing, such as robes and whatnot. The namekian began to look around in the village, trying to find the source of the noise… which didn’t take long. They would soon notice a few figures, one seemingly in pa- Holy crap, it was Chamil. The namekian blinked a few times, but as she looked at the other people that surrounded her, she would see…
Boreal.
The namekian gulped quietly, their antennae twitching in fear. Why was he here of all people?! And who the hell was that human-looking guy? Eh, either way, Chamil was in danger, and if whatever she is going through isn’t going to kill her, then Boreal would! They soon enough approached the three, looking down at Chamil and to the Namekian. “What is going on? Is this woman in… pain?” The namekian asked, their voice sounding a little too familiar to both Chamil and Boreal. “What is her affliction?”
[UT1] Monkey See, Monkey Do is currently active and Bosmika is disguised as a Namekian!
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Post by Tarch on Oct 18, 2018 9:57:41 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 50,000
A human shaped blur shot across the planet, heading for the namekian capital faster than he ever moved before. Tarch started the day normally enough. He had yet another run in with some world trade fleet troops that thought a child would be easy pickings. Of course, he was way too quick for any of them to catch, zipping around like usual. After that, the teen thought he could hang around one of the namekian villages. That it hit him. A small twinge of pain in the back of his mind. He could sense someone somewhere was having a rough time. Of course, Tarch brushed it off. This was a war of sorts, a bit of hurt was expected. Besides he didn’t know where it was coming from. Then he heard it. A gut wrenching howl of agony, the feeling flooding into his senses as he picked up on the sheer excruciating pain this person felt. Tarch couldn’t leave anyone is such a state, so he immediately bolted to the source of the cries.
“What’s going on?! Is some… one… hurt?” The half breed made his entrance alert enough but his energy died down as quickly as it started. Tarch was now facing some very prominent members of the world trade fleet. Unfortunately Tarch only ever heard of the other two in passing from his short time on the planet, and even then didn’t even know their names. He did recognize the other from a broadcast back on earth. Chamil, the demon responsible for the creation of Badman City. Though she looked anything but menacing at the moment. In fact, she looked almost pathetic. Not exactly what the saiyan envisioned when he heard about the universes most dastardly goat. A quick sense later, and Tarch could tell she was the one in such severe pain. “Uhh… H-hi. Is um… Is everything ok?”
It was truly an off putting sight. Possible enemy or not, Tarch couldn’t stand seeing anyone in such a sorry state. Figuring the best approach would be a more friendly demeanor, Tarch would inch closer to the poor goat. He did notice one familiar face. The man he met back at the other village not too far from here. The saiyan would give him a warm but still nervous wave. “I’m Tarch by the way. I-if there’s anything I can do to help just let me know.”
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