At the center of the Diablo Desert stood a new structure shooting into the sky eight stories tall, each smaller than the previous. Hale stood at the top of the tower looking out over the desert like a king sitting proudly upon a newly set throne. His home was finished, his tower was finished, and now it was just a matter of if he would stand tall permanently, or if unexpected guests would arrive to ruin the occasion. Stretching his arms out to his sides he breathes deeply and let out a screaming roar that would echo out for miles around.
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Last Edit: Jan 14, 2019 7:40:27 GMT -6 by Hale: edited from open to closed as it has been 72 hours
There was nothing but sand as far as his eyes could see. Well, that, and a couple of cacti every now and again.
Faasta groaned under his breath as he casually flew across the vast Diablo Desert. One of his supervisors had tasked the Nitran Assault Trooper with investigating a strange tower that had suddenly been erected in the midst of the Desert. The Fleet was unsure of it's purpose, or who had built it in the first place, and thus they sent Faasta to check things out. The Nitran didn't really understand it. It was just a stupid tower, what was all the fuss about?
He continued to fly aimlessly, unable to spot anything across the horizon. Wasn't he looking carefully enough? Or were his higher-ups pulling some stupid prank on him? Ugh! ''Oh, haha! Got you, Faassssta, there was never a tower! Bwhaha!...'' The Nitran hissed to himself in his best 'Shitty Fleet Supervisor' voice. ''...Assssholes.''
Yet just as the Nitran was about to head back North and report of his findings (or rather, lack thereof), he heard a hulking scream that seemed to echo across the entire Desert! The source was far to his left, and as Faasta turned to face it, he swore he saw a tiny blip in the distance atop a tall structure...
The Nitran launched himself toward the source of the yelling, darting across the skies at a breakneck speed until he had finally reached it. And surely enough, there stood the tower he was tasked with checking out! His eyes traveled up the large structure, until they finally landed on the Arcosian that stood atop. Faasta let out an impressed whistle as he hovered closer to the Arcosian. ''Cool tower you got there, pal. But what wasss that yelling about?''
As he inspected the Changeling closer, he could've sworn he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't really pinpoint it. Then again, all those Arcosians looked kindof similiar anyway. He was probably a stranger to Faasta. Yep.
''Did you make this thing? What'ssss it for? Just...Curious.''
Hale had been standing tall upon the tower; proud being an understatement to had he felt and the way he preened like a peacock. His eyes however managed to catch something moving towards him for no other reason than the red color standing out against the otherwise empty terrain and vast sandy environment. "What or who is that...", narrowing his eyes. His face stretched as he began to grin, slowly rubbing his hands together. It seemed he unintentionally summoned someone, and by the time they got close enough to get a better look Hale realized he still had no idea what he was looking at. There floating not far from him was some sort of red creature that he would have called snake like if not for the arms and legs, but the armor showed off a much more obvious way of discerning at least where they came from.
"Well thanks. Oh the yelling? Just something I do I guess. I got a bit excited. Not really used to anyone being close enough to hear when I do it." Hale turned away and looked down as if he had dropped something, then suddenly stomped down as a sound similar to a small puff of smoke could be heard from the ground level behind the tower. Suddenly there was a much louder explosion as orange smoke covered the sky and Hale in time struck a flexing pose facing to the side and looking up at the red newcomer.
"Welcome to Muscle Tower! The name's Hale, and I built this place with my own two hands!", not standing up from his bent pose, his muscles flexing and stretching the skin barely holding them in. "It's for...", moving his foot a bit and hitting the now obvious button, and fireworks shot off behind him, and music started to play from seemingly hidden speaker on top of the tower.
Huh. Somewhere, Faasta hadn't been expecting this Changeling to be as down to earth and chill as he was. Especially considering Faasta's ties to the Fleet were on full display on his armor, for the entire world to see. Nevertheless, this 'Hale' figure didn't really seem to mind. Good!
The Nitran's eyes widened as he flew a bit closer right as Hale stepped on one of the buttons. Orange smoke blasted out from behind the Arcosian with a booming explosion, timed with quite the fierce pose! ''Ooo!-'' Faasta imitated a pained yet impressed expression. Damn, powerful!
He sucked in some air through his teeth as his eyes set on the Changeling's absolutely ripped physique. 'Muscle Tower', huh? Well, the name was surely fitting for someone of Hale's size. Having grown up as one of Nitra's finest, most well-respected athletes, Faasta surely had a ton of respect for Hale. Those muscles of his rivalled his own...!
...They rivalled his own. ''Hmph...!''
The Nitran crossed his arms as he touched down on Muscle Tower's rooftop, ignoring the blaring cacophony of the fireworks and music. A grin had set on Faasta's face. He could forget all about his mission directive, there was no way that this tower posed any threat towards the Fleet. And seeing as Faasta had time to spare, why not have some fun?
''I mussst say, Hale, you've got quite the impressssive physique!'' Faasta shouted, trying to overpower the blaring music. He applauded Hale, but then suddenly stopped. ''BUT!''
The Nitran shifted his body, and began to stretch his own muscles in preparation. ''Do you think you have what it takesss to be in ownership of this 'Muscle Tower'?! I've sssseen plenty people where I come from that put your muscles to ssshame!'' Faasta spoke up in an excited tone. Truth be told, he was kindof faking it to make the situation seem more interesting than it actually was, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't having fun. He could humor this dopey little Changeling for a while, no?
Faasta rolled his shoulders, before pointing at Hale with vigor. ''Hale! Prove to me that you have what it takes to own thisss tower!'' He shouted, fire in his eyes. Memories of bodybuilding championships from his youth flashed by, igniting a fire in the Nitran's eyes. Without pause, Faasta hurled his armor from his body and threw it off of the Tower, revealing his own shredded physique, still covered by a stretchy black tanktop.
Hale could see just how impressed the alien was, at least at first, watching as he came closer and landed not far from him. His pose stuck, not moving from it as he kept a close eye on the curious red creature. His foot touched the button again and the music stopped, but even through this he kept his pose, though his face broke into a much larger smile at the compliment, giving a wink and starting to tighten his pose until he saw something he just simply couldn't abide! Very slowly Hale began to stand up straight and his eyes went wide. "You!", pointing dramatically towards the posing beast of a man. "You come to my tower, and disrespect it by flexing in such a way right in front of me? You question my tower and claim there is anyone in this entire universe with a better set of muscles than these?", raising his arms and flexing his biceps.
"How daaaaaare you!" Hale emphasized his words in a much more dominating physical display as his entire body grew to a much larger size, shifting into his brute form. As he spoke up once more, his voice was much deeper and booming. "There are no muscles in this entire universe that can compare to the sheer size of mine. No manor woman dares to even try and compete!" Loudly sucking in air and bending forward, his pecs not far from Faasta's face given the size he had grown to, and his arms flexing bend at his sides almost audibly. If Faasta had looked into Hale's eyes he might have almost sworn they were burning as if fire raged within them, staring down with a passionate stare.
"My crimson friend. Your challenge has been accepted!" Relaxing for a moment, Hale turned as if he were walking away, putting a single foot onto the edge of the tower and dramatically turned with a grin, kicking a foot around and posing both arms to one side. "I am the Mountain of Muscle!", turning completely around and showing off his back muscles as his arms flexed above his head. "The All-Powerful Arcosian!", planting a single foot and spinning on it, facing Faasta with one foot on the ground and the other touching his knee almost in a flamingo stance, with his fists under his chin as his arms and chest flexed. "The Premier Purveyor of all things Perfect!" Holding his pose with still balance, his head turned and staring up into the sky.
Brute Form Flexed
Last Edit: Jan 13, 2019 21:45:30 GMT -6 by Hale: almost forgot to add my pl change.
A sinister smirk grew on the Nitran's face as he watched Hale's pride unfurl. Seeing just how insulted the Changeling felt at his mockery was pretty damn amusing, if he had to be honest. With a stern, unmoving gaze, Faasta continued to stare at Hale with crossed arms as he flexed his biceps and underwent a terrifying transformation!
The Nitran's eyes widened lightly as Hale now matched his own size, whistling at the pecs that were shoved directly in his face. ''Impressssive!'' Faasta noted in glee, puffing out his own chest to match Hale's display of dominance. The Nitran laughed loudly at the Arcosian's proud words, wagging a finger in a cocksure manner. ''Tsk tsk! No one daresss challenge you?! My friend, what does it look like that I'm doing at this very moment!?'' The Nitran boldly exclaimed, his voice exaggeratedly loud and out-there to match Hale's own loud-mouthed shtick.
As Hale began posing and flexing like an absolute madman, Faasta stood proud and tall as best he could. The Changeling's muscles were impressive, and his flair was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine! The Nitran was surely impressed, perhaps even a little intimidated if he had to be honest, but he could not back down! He couldn't show any fear! His very pride was at stake, here!
''You're but an ant-hill compared to my gloriousss physique!'' The Nitran shouted, flexing his biceps in an exaggerated manner as licks of red Ki began to spiral around him. A guttural growl escaped the Assault Trooper as the Ki amplified, and with a final mighty scream, Faasta powered up! His muscles bulged even further, veins exaggerated under the skin as he grew truly swole.
He turned his back to Hale, and flexed his back at the Changeling. ''You are looking at decadesss of hard work and perssseverance!'' Faasta shouted, muscles tightening as he flexed harder and harder as crackling red Ki continued to swirl around him.
''On my home planet, I am a CHAMPION! My legsss outrun any other, my armsss out-lift any other! You cannot compete, for I am...!-'' The Nitran turned to face Hale again with a spin. With an exaggerated movement, Faasta swung his arms and bent a single knee, flexing his arms as they quivered under their own pressure. ''The Red Comet!'' His voice echoed out as Faasta changed his position yet again, tucking in his stomach as he brought his arms together infront of him. His massive chest flexed, pecs bouncing proudly.
His foot came down to rest on the edge of the roof as he watched the man power up and his muscles flex impressively. There was no doubt about it, Hale had found his true rival. Never before had such a specimen stood before him and physically forced him to acknowledge them in such a way, almost forcing a tear to Hale's eyes. "Such definition, such graceful movement, and that charisma." For a brief moment it would have seemed as if his eyes were sparkling in awe, leaning closer at each flex as if on the edge of his seat for a thrilling movie. Never would he think someone he would have normally considered an enemy would prove themselves to be such a formidable challenge and gain is admiration so quickly.
Instead of retorting with further banter and flexing Faasta right off of his tower, he leaned up, taking a step closer, and slowly put a large hand upon the Nitran's shoulder. "You are in fact the Speed Lord, The Red Comet, and I have no doubt where you come from there are none that would even dare to challenge your claim of being a champion." His face was filled with pride as his hand tightened on Faasta's shoulder, giving him a heavy nod. "To show up here, put on such a display to me, the true champion of Earth, you have gained my admiration and my respect." The more he spoke the more his own dark green aura grew around him, as if his pride was fueling him. Both aura's pushed against each other as if fighting a battle of their own.
Hale turned away from Faasta and took a few steps before flexing slowly with his left arm and pointing up to the sky with his right. His energy seemed to focus from an aura around his body into just his right arm, looking as if it were being pulled into the sky as it shot straight up with a simple ki beam. A single cloud looked to form not far from them, moving ever closer, and then finally rested right overhead, coming in contact with the ki. His body began to glow brighter as the sky darkened and more clouds formed, and finally Hale turned his head to look back as Faasta without a word. Above in the sky Hale's form looked to be projected onto the darkened clouds, his movement mimicked in the simple green light above as he slowly lowered his arm as the ki trailed off and stopped, and the finger pointed towards Faasta. "I would be honored to call you my rival." His tone completely serious as was his face, but his arms both began to drop. "I shall not admit defeat however, regardless of how impressed I've been with you today." The tower began to shake as Hale slid his legs a part, then let out a roaring scream into the clouds above and let loose a blast from his mouth that parted the clouds, letting a ray shine down on him like a spot light from the heavens, and his body began to expand in muscle mass even further. His arms lifted and raised towards the sky towards the shining light as he arms drastically bulked, then his chest, and finally his legs.
The screaming finally stopped as Hale stood in front of Faasta not posting, not bragging, simply a rigid pose as he head turned to face his challenger with his hulking form on full display.
Used Bulking/Power Weighted (whichever it is supposed to be called)
It was clear that his show of sheer power was far too much for Faasta to handle and the man seemed either too scared to react or in awe of Hale's display. Waving a hand in front of the stun Nitran's face, Hale gave a quiet sigh and looked around for a moment to see if anyone else was around, then turned back. "Well damn, guess I set up all those fireworks for nothing." His hand raised and was quickly brought down onto Faasta's neck, not wanting to hurt the guy really, but at least knock him out. Whenever Faasta would wake he would find himself laying against a tree nearest to the desert however far from it that might have ended up being, towards the North.
Been over 48, so I'm skipping and attempting to knock out Faasta and toss him out of the desert in order to be done with the DE
Although you can close the DE through a skip, you cannot force a particular emotional reaction from another character to your own. You may take mechanical actions and those actions will have mechanical outcomes, but you can not claim authority over someone else's characterization.
The DE is now concluded, but the text about Faasta being motionless and in shock will be considered void.