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Post by Belle on May 21, 2019 19:32:24 GMT -6
When Belle saw the elevator doors slam open to admit Mister Lord Chill, she felt her heart melt in relief. Her weary eyes lit up with her usual childish enthusiasm. As she was swiftly wrapped up in his arms, she wrapped her little ones around him and squeezed with all her strength. Hot tears stung at her eyes. He came! He really came… Belle was reluctant when Mister Lord Chill leaned away from the hug, but she didn’t have the strength to cling on. She smiled bravely up at him even as he looked her over.
“It’s okay…! I’m real strong… I kept a stiff upper lip like Uncle Kala taught me!”
Belle’s courage wavered at Chill’s next words. Her father was gone…? It was… hard to believe that… but she didn’t feel or see him anywhere anymore. She was… free? Shaking a little, Belle nodded when Chill told her that her uncle was still alive. Her lip quivered a bit, but she held in the relief. Something was wrong. Wrong with Uncle Kala. Still, Belle trusted Mister Lord Chill. She nodded and held his hand tightly as the prickly aura drew near. Something was happening to it. To Uncle Kalabas. The fringes of the golden aura were getting tainted with an icky black color. It scared her. The aura morphed into an all too familiar bitter black. N-no! Mister Lord Chill said he was gone!
“...h-he…”
Her breathing grew rapid and ragged. She felt her body break out into a cold sweat. He was coming. Her father. No. No! Belle clung to Chill’s arm, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a roaring in her ears. Please no. Not again. She didn’t want to see him ever again! She could hear his footsteps. Her legs wobbled beneath her. That dark figure stepped into the room, flooding it with enough malice to make Belle sick to her stomach. But… the person standing there wreathed in gold wasn’t her father. It was… her Uncle Kalabas. Uncle Kala. Belle’s fearful eyes went wide with shock. How…? That aura was…
And then he spoke.
He said the words that she had heard from her father on many an occasion. It was enough to break Belle out of her shock. Her face contorted, twisted up, equal parts horror and despair. Was her father really going to take Uncle Kala too? Was Uncle Kala going to take Chill? Was she going to be left with no one?! She didn’t want to be alone again! A black ball of hate twisted up in her gut. This was all his fault! Why?! Why didn’t she get to be happy?! All she wanted was to be… happy…
I hate Daddy.
She did. After trying so hard for him, after everything she had done, it had never ever been enough. And now, he had taken her uncle away. But… she wasn’t going to let him win without a fight. Belle was finally going to take a stand. Right here! Right now! She wouldn’t let everything just be taken away from her. She would fight! In the only way she knew how.
Letting go of Mister Lord Chill’s arm, Belle stumbled out from behind him and reached out with trembling hands for her uncle. Her vision was blurry. She felt something hot dripping down her face. As her tiny fingers wrapped around her uncle’s strong, rough hand, Belle squeezed as tightly as she could. She tried to get her voice to work, feeling her throat seize up with a sob. No, not now… she had to be strong. She had to… keep a stiff upper lip. Now more than ever.
“U-Uncle Kala…. d-don’t go… please…”
I need you. I love you. I can’t lose you. Please. Please! Please! Please come back!
All these pleas raced through Belle’s mind. She didn’t know what else to do. This was the only way she could fight. She looked up at him, tugging on his arm so that he would look at her instead of Mister Lord Chill. So that he would notice her. So that he would come back. So she keep repeating that silent prayer.
Please.
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Post by Lord Chill on May 21, 2019 22:53:53 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL(x12): 1,200,000 With a tightly gripped hand, Chill felt the shivers of terror as the little terrified tyke quivered beside him at the appearance of Kalabas. It was like something out of a horror movie, and the room swelled with dark power that brought forth reflective memories of the apparitions wandering the halls a few minutes prior, when Chill had ripped a father from his son. Chill tried to keep Belle behind him, standing protectively in front of her as Kalabas spoke in a growled, twisted mirror of the words that heartless man had spoken earlier unto him. Before Chill could stop her, Belle stumbled forward after releasing her grip on his hand and approaching her uncle. "Belle, n- !" Chill cried out, cutting himself off as his face dropped in horror and his blood ran cold. The poor girl had no idea the danger she was in. No idea of the scope, the scale of destruction a Super Saiyan could cause. She grabbed his hand, desperate to fix him, to get through to him. SHE GRABBED HIS HAND. If Chill did nothing, she'd be dead within seconds. Kalabas was on a rampage. His whole body surged with immense power as Chill's protective instincts brought his power to its limit, peaking as high as he could get it. Leaping forward, Chill shoved two of his fingers pointed out forward toward the Super Saiyan monster's stomach with a powerful blast of red energy, aiming for the same location he'd shot Chard just before. Even when acting on instinct it seemed, Chill could weave poetry with his actions. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" Chill screamed, his thoughts crossing over each other and becoming hard to follow. What was happening with Kalabas? The apparitions, the feeling flooding the room, the menacing, maddening glare in his eyes... was he becoming Chard? No, he couldn't. Kalabas was a man of morals. Chard was a soulless bastard. The idea scared him, disgusted him. And how would Chill escape? How would he get his beloved daughter out of here? How would he escape? He didn't know. He didn't know anything! All he knew, was that his daughter was in danger. She would die, and he needed to keep her safe no matter what. As he fired the beam, he swatted the hand away and interposed himself between Kalabas and Belle. Swiveling his head with no regard for how open it would leave him open, Chill locked eyes with the frightened little girl. "RUN."
KP: 5/7 Chill transforms into his x12!
Chill fires [UA2] Precision Shot for 792,000 damage for Kalabas!Kalaboo -> Belle |
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Post by Kalaboo on May 22, 2019 10:03:17 GMT -6
This fear, this dread, was intoxicating. Kalabas had carried a similar power during the Namekian Campaign, it fell upon him the task to deal with the captives and prisoners of the Fleet, at first distasteful the task soon grew on him, he learnt much about his enemies, the Kingdom, and himself during those hours and days testing the limits of bodies, minds, and oaths. Break the body and the other two soon follow - it is not a sign of weakness on the part of the tortured, merely a testament of the torturer’s skill. And Kalabas relished in the fear he was causing, the subtle delightful twitches in the arcosian’s full lips that revealed that at last he was the one full of dread. At last, Kalabas wielded the greater power against someone that truly mattered… And was there a more important figure than the arcosian who single-handedly led the Fleet from almost-triumph to almost-triumph despite evermore impossible odds? In the instants both fighters readied for battle, Chill combating his fear and Kalabas almost giddy with desire for carnage, the purest thing to grace worn, dying Vegeta happened. Something tried to tug Kalabas’ hand and heartstrings. The saiyan looked down at Belle, saw how she shook with fear yet overcame it. He heard what she spoke... and smiled. It wasn’t the borderline bestial smirk with which he had threatened Chill’s life, this smile was warm and sad, longing. Words resounded in his mind, a soft cooing lullaby that could put any monster to sleep. But Kalabas was no monster, what stood before the child was simply her uncle in his purest form. He was Kalabas the tactician, the warrior, the sadist, but also Kalabas the scholar, the dreamer, the lover… and above all else, the father. A shimmering tear welled on his eye, coursed down his cheek, took with it the last of Chard’s blood “My dearest capuchin… I missed you so much.” Kalabas would have taken her into his arms, irradiate her in his protective aura, show that his flaws had made him virtuous, powerful, golden. All super saiyans were pure, so said the legends, but what purity had Kalabas transcended, and for what price on his soul? He knew this, however: for Belle, he would do it again. And again. And however many times were needed to keep her safe. But his hand was swatted and the side of his afterimage pierced. Kalabas materialized in Chill’s path. There was no trace of a mad smile or absolute sorrow, only the dourness of a death mask adorned his lit features. “The time of parley is over. For the slaughter of Baron Chard Strongbone, for the kidnapping of Baroness Belle Strongbone, for waging war against the Kingdom, for the deaths of uncounted millions, for being an arcosian… I brand you with death.” Supersonic jabs and punches and elbow strikes and kicks were sent at a thousand mach speed at all possible and impossible angles, Kalabas' onslaught was wild and furious. The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and the Duke's was blinding.
Kalabas used [SU1] Quickstep (PL:1,560,000) to dodge [UA2] Precision Shot (PL: 792,000)
KP: 6/7
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Post by Belle on May 23, 2019 12:14:22 GMT -6
As Uncle Kalabas spoke, Belle felt a tremendous wave of relief wash over her. He was still Uncle Kala. She was still a little shaken from what she had seen and felt earlier, but right now at least, he was the uncle that Belle knew and loved. A small smile appeared on her weary feverish face. She was about to tug on his hand to pull him away from Mister Lord Chill when her uncle’s hand was ripped from her grasp. Mister Lord Chill shoves himself between them protectively. Belle could see the tinges of panic on the edges of his aura as well as she could hear it in his voice.
Why?
Why was Mister Lord Chill so scared? It was Uncle Kalabas! The same uncle that she kind of suspected that he liked. Why were they fighting? Why couldn’t they just stop fighting? Belle stumbled back a few steps, looking at Mister Lord Chill anxiously then to her Uncle whose aura was fluctuating strangely. They were hurting each other. But… but she loved them both. Tears welled up in her eyes. Why? They needed to stop. Just stop! This wouldn’t be happening if she hadn’t called Mister Lord Chill. It was her fault they were fighting. Or… did Daddy intend for this to happen all along. She didn’t want Daddy to win if that was the case! She didn’t want to lose either of them. Stepping up to the fray, Belle clenched her fists and shouted her plea.
“S-Stop! Stop it! Stop fighting!”
Her Uncle’s fists blurred and zoomed at speeds faster than she could follow. She couldn’t bear to see them hurt each other when it was her that… that asked Mister Lord Chill for help! She had thought that Uncle Kala was dead! Her Daddy lied… he was a big liar! Why had she believed him? She felt so stupid. She had already forgiven Mister Lord Chill for kidnapping her! Had Daddy known that? Why couldn’t… Uncle Kala forgive him too…? Her head was swimming with these thoughts, she felt woozy. But! She had to stand strong! She had to fight even though she was weak! Weak… it was that weakness that… brought Mister Lord Chill here.
“Please… stop…”
Belle wouldn’t back down now. She had to stop this. Even though it was scary. Even though she felt like she was going to fall over at any moment. Even though it was all her fault. She had to fight to save them! Fight! She couldn’t afford to be weak now… please. Just a bit more!
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Post by Lord Chill on May 24, 2019 7:09:36 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL(x12): 1,200,000 As his words were spoken, and his visage evaporated against the defensive swat he had thrown forwards against him, it quickly dawned on him just who was in danger here. Chill's eyes widened, as his charges were layed out in the open. Chill resisted a grin at some of the charges, his heart sounding off like a drummer in a thunderstorm and his breathing ragged and furious. A small spark of relief was seeded as it seemed Kalabas' infuriated state extended less so to Belle - keeping it targeted on himself was the smart plan. With the last word slipping from the mouth of the duke's flawless golden form, an explosion of sound split the air in the room, the sound barrier rupturing in a cacophonous symphony of hellish, violent blows. A devastating, melodic sonata of death aimed directly to cut short the earthly tether of the venerable Arcosian lord. The fury of the Super Saiyan was boundless, and no matter which way he tried to duck or weave or twist, his body came under blow after blow after blow. Stars flashed across his vision, rocking his head from one hooked fist to the other, as the buzzing drone in Chill's swollen ear holes began to settle after the sonic boom seconds prior. After being confronted with his deeds, even in his arrogance, Chill pondered through the subtle stings of rapid-fire pain if it was worth fighting back. Perhaps he deserved the release of death... with how agonizingly difficult this war had been, how draining it had been, it might be a relief. Chill closed his eyes as a strike clapped his nose drawing a spurt of blood, and through the muffled veil he made out a voice, small, and brave. 'Stop fighting', it said. A spark ignited within Chill's soul, inspired by it. Belle was not powerful, or dangerous. She had never committed a slaughter or performed a mighty deed, and yet she did not stray from the line of fire against two of the deadliest beings in the universe, spurred on by the slightest hope that her bravery and her words might protect those she loved. Were Chill a good man, the notion might bring a tear to his eye, and settle his heart to be content. But Chill wasn't a good man... he was a fighter. But right now, to protect himself, to protect Belle, and to save Kalabas from the edge of no return... that's all he needed to be. With a flick of his own wrist, Chill flung himself from the line of fire with his telekinetic prowess. Skidding to a halt, he called out to his opponent. "You can stop this right now, Kalabas." Chill gestured at the surrounding structure, damaged and filled with the sickly stench of growing evil, the aura of the whole estate polluted by what remained of Chard's influence, brought further into shadow by Kalabas' own looming madness. "You have a choice! Do you want to turn into him, a monster whom would treat his own daughter as though a mangy dog were her ilk..."Chill exchanged a glance at Belle, trying to communicate that he understood the pain this scene stabbed into her heart. He wanted to communicate that he understood, that seeing the duke becoming so consumed by hatred, so unhinged and akin to the man Chill had just murdered made him sick. Made him want to do something irrational and drastic. But, there was still hope. Chill turned his gaze back, and finished his dialogue. "...or do you want to be better?"
KP: 5/7 -Kalaboo -> Belle |
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Post by Kalaboo on May 24, 2019 12:03:15 GMT -6
Belle… Belle… This was all for, Belle… He was fighting for her. He had a clear reason, a concrete objective. There would be consequences, dire ones, should he slip… should he let himself go. This power was his…? Absolute, ever-present, ever-growing! But... in potential only and he should not… let this rage, bloodthirst, consume him. But... every blow he landed felt electrifying, every strike deflected cried out for vengeance, every crack he made on Chill’s armor… he wanted more. He wanted to shatter it whole, peel it off, tear and bite at the flesh underneath, it would feel so… divine. No! Kalabas fought for Belle. She kept him grounded - an anchor, a phare, she would guide him, surely... But what did she know? She was a child! A whelp! An ignorant, coddled, weak cub! She had no idea, poor thing... of what it was like to suffer, to thrive! Ascend, transcend, overpower those who stand against the saiyan race! Even Chard knew how to… wield the rage, so why couldn’t Kalabas. “BLAAAAAST IT ALL!” lighting sparked through his neurons as his plasteel talons gripped around his right temple, slicing deep into his scalp and ear. The beast was stopped, shaking with boundless energy and anger, the kind only Belle could keep in check. Kalabas stared at Belle, and to him she looked like any other soul, so easy to reap, to kill and put aside and never think of again… And the thought scared him. Kalabas fell to his knees, panting, heaving, speckled with blood that wasn’t his. His eyes were wide open, his face twisted with grief, a web of veins throbbed outward around his eyes with his wild, rising heartbeats. The noise of his system purging away the pain almost drowned out Chill’s pleads, Belle’s ragged breaths. He was losing himself again, and again Kalabas fired ki through the side of his head, screaming in pain, retching at the smell of his burnt flesh. There was still time - to fight Chill, he couldn’t escape! He wouldn’t manipulate Belle! And Kalabas was so tired of manipulators, machinations, plans! They did nothing but disaster! But Kalabas had a plan. He had words to speak, quickly. Acts, deeds, the set up of his biggest gambit yet. “No…” he hissed through a cloud of black smoke “Belle! I cannot.... stop. Chill is an enemy, the enemy! The Fleet, the war… must end for the Empire! For the Empire... he...hehehe” Kalabas threw his arm at Belle, firing a deathly burst of ki! “FOR THE EMPIRE!” He cackled, drunk with power, blood, grief! He did not let simply himself be consumed, he wholly embraced the power of the super saiyan form! And he had a plan! Although the details were hazed by adrenaline, he had one, he knew it! He was Clanmaster Kalabas Strongbone, Super Saiyan Duke, the best tactician to come out of the Royal Academy in generations, a veteran of the Namekian Campaign, the attack on Arcose, and so many other operations! And he always had a plan! Kalabas fires [VA3] Impalement Beam (PL: 1,029,600) at Belle (Intent to Kill)!
KP: 3/7
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Post by Lord Chill on May 26, 2019 7:02:12 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL(x12): 1,200,000 His words fell on deaf ears, trickling down across Kalabas' unhinged patriotic mind like water off of a duck's back. Belle's plea seemed worthless in the face of Saiyan Pride, too. Were this the other way around, Chill imagined that he might feel the same sense of dedication and righteousness toward his actions, terrible, violent and gruesome things done to elevate and dignify his people, such is their birthright. Chill could understand completely, and as he watched his crush taze himself back to sanity as he lost his grip on reality once more, his tongue went numb from how hard he bit down to suppress the wince of empathetic agony tugging at the corner of his lips. For a moment, Chill thought the newly branded skull might allow for Kalabas to catch himself in his thoughts, but that hope diminished very quickly. Midway through Kalabas' response to Belle, he began to cackle and Chill's eyes went wide with shock as Kalabas threw his arm toward Belle and unleashed a devastating wave of energy that would surely mean her demise. "NOOOOOOO!!!"Chill unleashed his inner banshee, blurting out a gutteral scream of horror as he threw himself forward in the path of the blast, a bright flash of red fueled by his burning maternal instincts shattered instantaneously by the beam, stabbing straight through his exo-skeletal chitinous hide and digging deep into his flesh beneath. Grasping at his aching shoulder, Chill looked back to assure himself that Belle was safe. "Belle?? Are you okay?"Before he got his answer, he shot his head back to Kalabas and gave him a glare that carried with it the fire of a thousand suns, the kind of rage only a mother who's child had been attacked could give. "ARE YOU SERIOUS??" Chill stood back up, adjusting his injured shoulder and locking eyes with the maddened Super Saiyan. "TRY THAT AGAIN, AND YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE THE BEAM FIRED." His voice was loud, but the tone was monotonous, serious.
KP: 4/7 Chill uses [B1] Pride!
396,000 B1 vs 1,029,600 Impalement Beam!
Becomes 198,000 vs 1,029,600! Bleedthrough halved to 415,800.
415,800 (Rounded to 35% damage taken!)Belle -> Kalaboo |
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Post by Belle on May 28, 2019 9:24:21 GMT -6
When Mister Lord Chill didn’t immediately launch back into the fray with her uncle, Belle felt another wave of relief. He was trying to help! She managed a weak smile when he looked at her. Seeing the two of them fighting broke her heart. She didn’t want that. Belle looked to her uncle with the hopes that he might back down as well. That he might listen to her and Mister Lord Chill. She believed in Uncle Kala! No matter what he was going through right now, she knew that she loved him with all her heart and that he loved her just as much. With her fists clenched and tail fluffed, she willed her uncle the mental strength to keep fighting. He could do it! She knew he could. Even as he stared at her, Belle believed in him. She believed.
“Uncle Kala…?”
When her uncle fell to his knees, Belle’s tired face grew dark with worry. She still believed in him, no doubt about that. But… he looked like he was in pain. Belle bit her lip. It was still sore from the last time that she had bit it open. When she had thought her uncle was gone. But he was here! And… and… she could at least do this much! She was weak… no, wait. Uncle Kala said she was strong, so maybe not on the outside but on the inside where it counted! She took another little step toward her uncle, reaching out to him even as his harsh words made her step falter.
“But… Uncle Kala… I love you bo-“
Belle’s eyes went wide as her uncle shouted something. She saw his arm move. A light. And then… Belle blinked when something suddenly thrust itself between her and the light. She looked up to see Mister Lord Chill’s worries face looking back at her. She just nodded in response to his question, still sort of in shock. It was only when she noticed the blood dripping from Mister Lord Chill’s shoulder that she realized.
Uncle Kala just tried to kill me.
Falling to her knees, Belle felt the weight of that realization sink in. It was too much. The fighting. Her fever. Her uncle’s sudden betrayal. His madness. She had been brave but… Uncle Kala tried to hurt her! The tears that she had been holding back welled up all at once.
“N-n…! Uncle Kala… you’re so meeeean!”
Her little body shook with sobs. How could he be so mean? He just used her to hurt Mister Lord Chill. He didn’t care about her at all, did he? He was using her just like her father. Belle tried to wipe away the tears, but they just wouldn’t stop. How could they? It was all just too much. She felt a profound sense of betrayal. She kind of hated Uncle Kala for that. All she wanted to do was be happy! All she wanted was to be loved! Did she not deserve it? What did she do to deserve this?! She just didn’t understand.
“AaaaaaaAAaaaaahhhHhh!”
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Post by Kalaboo on May 28, 2019 13:42:58 GMT -6
Kalabas’ face was awash with relief. He breathed better, felt better, after his rush of adrenaline materialized into energy and pierced the meat of Chill’s shoulder. That contemptible man, risking it all for a saiyan runt, what would his people say about such acts of absolute endearment for an enemy’s child? But the Duke’s target was never Belle, she was, after all, the little capuchin who would have access to this very form soon enough; she was also, now by law rather than only by oath, Kalabas’ child. To kill her would have been inhumane and unsaiyan, however, in Kalabas’ eyes, to use her as means to get to Chill was still inhumane but saiyan-like. After all, were there even lines to be crossed when the fate of the Kingdom, the Empire, was Kalabas’ to weave with each injury he inflicted upon his beloved? Beloved… ha! What a stupid notion, he was an arcosian! And Kalabas a saiyan. The bound they shared was one of rivalry and mutual predation, to try to make it out to be anything else - like Kalabas himself had attempted twice this very battle - was at best a sign of innocence and at worst flat out ignorance. So what was Belle, then... innocent or ignorant of her uncle’s true nature? Because, much like Chard, Kalabas had long found a use for her - from the moment he realized the Director’s disturbingly maternal fondness of his niece the saiyan saw her as a weakness no longer exclusive to himself. He would rather not exploit her like this as a man with values rooted on such things as family and loyalty, but as an avenging warrior of legend, a harbinger of the super saiyan era? Well, as he was so fond of saying, this went beyond himself. He was fighting for a future, not just his own or Belle’s, but for the saiyan race. His growing clarity of thought reflected on his composure - a sharp, toothy grin, one that better belonged to a successful prankster and not a man who had risked a life other than his own to merely bruise another… Ah, but he had succeeded in that, did he not? And so Kalabas allowed himself to grin through Chill’s histrionics, Belle’s sobs. “Is that a challenge, Chill?” he inquired mockingly, cratering the floor with each step he took in the arcosian’s direction. He gave the child huddling behind the director a passing glance, and in some way understood her. His father, his real father, had treated him in similar fashion repeated times, while Belle had been used as bait only once. Kalabas sighed with mild disgust at the irksomely loud self-pitying he saw in an otherwise serviceable heir “You talk of 'meanness', Belle... So tell me, how well do you know the man whose cast shadow you hide in?” Kalabas' aura flared again, controlled and refined like it wasn't before, the Duke was building up energy, in close quarters with the man he sought to destroy “If I am 'mean', then our esteemed Director is a psychopath granted the power and means to make his bloody fantasies true. You need only look at the Fall of Vegeta, Belle, or at the death of Chard, to understand the depravity of this monster, this cretin, this frost demon.” he spat on his adversary's wounded shoulder “The Fleet's end nears, Chill, and your death will be its coup de grâce.”
KP: 3/7 (1/2 for KP gain)
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Post by Lord Chill on Jun 4, 2019 4:03:52 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL(x12): 1,200,000 "Not a challenge. A promise."Chill managed a wry grin through grit teeth despite the circumstances, regaining a little pinch of his usual flair and composure. With Belle's feelings in the open, and Kalabas disregarding them in service of his own distorted reality, Chill laughed as his monologue ended with a splatter of spittle into the wound on his shoulder, partly to avoid the pride now bubbling at his fury from such a show of disrespect. "Did you damage something when you struck yourself moments ago? Perhaps it was I, and I misheard you...? Because nitpicking the words of a mere child is just completely distasteful."Now it was just a matter of drawing things out while as long as he could, Chill thought. If he could just keep the duke chattering, or exchanging blows impulsively, the Super Saiyan would run out of energy. Flames so bright could only burn for so long. Swaying to his side with a flick of his tail to trail behind him, Chill pressed a finger against this lips thoughtfully, disguising the fact that he was still on his guard. "I should mention too that your quaint little monologue just now was entirely pointless. I have made no effort to conceal my misdeeds from Belle. Some call me wicked, a deceiver and a cruel master, even a killer... but if we're being entirely honest - I could also have just described you, and your kingdom."Chill's eye left Kalabas for a moment to once again glance at the child beside him, who shook and sobbed, suffering under the weight of the revelation she had just endured. Kalabas was capable of cruelty she couldn't imagine, and partly she must have known that. She was a bright child, her naivety couldn't really extend to the things her loved ones could do. Chill took pride in it, the fact that some branded him monster. With his eye turned back to the duke, he could tell that Kalabas' twisted sense of extreme patriotism would leave the idea that his side was just as villainous a sickening thought. With his thought and observation over and the pain in his wound beginning to grow, Chill flicked his finger to the right and shot a beam of energy toward Kalabas without any warning signs.
KP: 3/7 Damage Taken: 35%~ Chill uses [A1] Precision!
396,000 damage headed toward Kalabas!Belle -> Kalaboo |
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Post by Belle on Jun 4, 2019 9:29:44 GMT -6
Belle’s crying slowly subsided from pained wails to hushed sniffling and choked sobs. He was mean. So mean. He could have hit her. He used her. He used her. Just like… Daddy! She hated Daddy. She hated him so much. With her whole being. And, while he was maybe gone in body, he wasn’t gone in spirit. He refused to stop haunting her through her uncle. Her uncle was letting Daddy do that. Happily as she could see from the crooked smile on his face. He was enjoying using her. Maybe that was worse.
Uncle Kala went on to say something about how Chill was a bad guy. Oh, she knew that much. She knew her Uncle wasn’t really what anyone would call a good guy either. But she had thought that he would never turn that ugly side on her. After she had won Mister Lord Chill over, he had been nothing but nice to her. Sure, he had wanted to use her too, but he had never tried to force her into becoming something she wasn’t. Uncle Kala was the one who was directing that ugliness at her. Uncle Kala was the one who could have gotten her killed. Uncle Kala was the one that used and betrayed her.
Belle heard the first bit of Chill’s response before the roaring in her ears drowned out all other sounds. She bit her lip and clutched at her chest as her heart pounded feverishly. The stream of her tears halted, though her eyes were still red and puffy. A feeling welled up in her throat like bile. And then another. And another. Until she couldn’t help but unleash all the venom that she had kept pent up until this moment. Her eyes flashed a strange teal as she trembled with the sheer might of her rage.
“...I hate you. I HATE YOU! Uncle Kala! I hate Daddy! I hate our family! I hate Saiyans! And I HATE your Empire!”
As she finished, all of the anger and rage drained away, her eyes fading to their usual black before growing dull and empty. No matter what she did or said, she was too weak to change anything. Her uncle hadn’t believed in her at all, had he? Those words that had meant so much to her when they first met… were they all lies? It felt like it. The thought drained Belle of any fight she had left. She really didn’t feel well. Her whole body ached, and she was kind of dizzy. Maybe she should just go lay down… yeah. Maybe this was all a bad dream she would wake up from. She didn’t actually believe that but… it was a nice thought. That when she woke up… she could be happy again…
“I hate it…”
Pushing herself to her feet somewhat, Belle swayed unsteadily. If she got to a wall, she could lean on it while she tried to find somewhere to lay down. Maybe she should go to that spaceship that she had stolen from Mister Mumbo and the other Fleet members. Yeah… it had a couple beds. If she just got there then… Belle turned her back on Uncle Kala and stumbled away towards the wall. It would take her out to the hall and that would take her to the foyer. And then… she could pretend that she wasn’t happening. As her hand touched the cool surface of the wall, she briefly slumped against it. It was kind of hard to keep moving. But she had to. She couldn’t stay here and watch Mister Lord Chill and Uncle Kala kill each other. She didn’t want to see it. She wasn’t strong enough. She was weak, wasn’t she? Uncle Kala thought so. Weaklings had no place on the battlefield. Pushing off the wall to stand once again, Belle thought that maybe she hated her powerlessness… herself most of all.
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Post by Kalaboo on Jun 4, 2019 11:03:09 GMT -6
Rapid heartbeats brought Kalabas closer to Chill, he could feel his rage now, the spit had done more to work his anger than words... It was just as well to Kalabas, who wanted the little one to witness first hand what the arcosian race was capable of. Perhaps... no, he was sure that he wanted the Director to turn on his niece, the niece that he had robbed from a loving and then a rightful home, and disembowel her, tear her limbs, leave nothing of her. He would have to do so much less convincing then. “Ah, but the whelp lives on a whim, yes? What then, will happen when you tire of her? Will you steal another, Chill? Never forget that the ‘mere child’ you speak of is my child, if you care not for my correction of her assessments then I invite you to choke on my fist and die.” But perhaps Chill had a point. Kalabas tired of the constraints Belle put on his person, the potential she held back on all around her by simply existing, he had promised in the name of every high power he believed - ancestors, saiyankind, the works - that he would fashion her into a mighty warrior, but what worth was his word in a world that cared nothing for it? Let Belle’s education fall upon some other than him, as long as she was raised saiyan and proud he would be satisfied! Chill assumed guard with his tail on the ready, finger over his lips in a typically arcosian gesture that signaled incoming mockery. Already Kalabas was ready to scoff it away with learned rhetoric. So, Belle saw the man behind the atrocities and loved him as a father still? If looks could kill then the saiyan cub would not be dead but awfully close, Kalabas was worried sick. Was she mentally unwell?, he thought to himself, utterly unprepared for the storm about to come. “Hold that thought.” he snarled to his opponent, repulsed by the piercing comparison made between the rival nations and more concerned with… Belle, and her words. She hated him. Her father, her family, her people, the Empire that he chased from boyhood. She hated them all, but Kalabas above all others. He should feel anger at this outrage, this treason - but he did not, his mad maelstrom of power and emotion subsided and all he could feel from it was… defeat. Nothing fueled his super saiyan form and so it flared its last. Forever. Kalabas’ last sight was Belle walking away, tinged with a sky blue hue. When he noticed that he was breathing his last, it was already too late. He felt something warm and mushy splitting inside him, not his heart but most certainly a more important organ, his lungs? The pain was so widespread that he couldn't focus on its source, only that it was there, and there was nothing he could do. “What the devil!?” he cursed, blind, was it his brain that was struck? Everything felt so warm, sizzling, the pain reducible to a constant no different from breathing yet so much grand. Something hit his knees, the ground? He was falling and vertigo made it ten times longer, rubble slashed his cheeks and skin, he felt his pocket-watch slipping from his fingers, along with the last of his ki. An unceremonious end for a man that deserved no better.
Kalabas powers down to his base form (PL: 104,000)!
Kalabas is hit by [A1] Precision (PL: 396,000), receiving 380% damage!
The Duke is dead. Long live the Duchess!
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Post by Belle on Jun 4, 2019 22:03:43 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 20,000
Belle heard it before she saw it. There was a sound. A sort of sizzling. Like when you would put water on some embers. A wet, gurgling, hissing sort of sound. It froze Belle in her tracks. Then, Uncle Kala’s aura… started fading away. It had already faded from the crazed golden hue into his usual one, but even that… was… Belle shook, her breathing getting more and more rapid. It was like she had been dunked under ice cold water with the pressure threatening to crush her under its weight. Her eyes wide, she slowly turned her head to look back. When she saw it… her uncle… the last embers of her aura fading away… and the blood. Oh God, the blood. “N-n…!”She couldn’t breathe. Her body moved. A stumbling, jarring gait that threatened to send her toppling over. An involuntary motion. Belle didn’t know what she was doing until she was already at his side. She fell to her knees, her expression nothing but sheer horror. Her hands reached out to him, trembling. Touching his still warm skin. She shook him. Again. And again. And again. No. No! Nononononono! Belle felt her stomach twist violently into knots. No. Please. She shook him again. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. “I-I… I didn’t…”Belle pulled her hands away, choking back the sobs and tears. “I didn’t mean it…”Her hand patted his head in the way that he had done to her so many times to reassure her.
“So… come back…?”Belle tilted her head to the side and forced a smile onto her face. “D-Don’t go…?”The smile wavered when there was no answer. “Please…?”… Something came away in Belle’s hand. Her eyes drifted down to see a green, bloodstained bandana clenched tightly in her fist. Oh. She cupped the bandana in both hands, staring down at it blankly. This… this was her fault. This was… all her fault… Hers. She called Mister Lord Chill. She believed her father’s lies. It never would have happened if she wasn’t so… so weak. It was… her fault… that… that… Uncle Kala… was… was… … “...dead…”Belle’s eyes lit up with a green glow as rubble and debris around her shone with the same eerie light and slowly lifted up into air. Swirling around her slowly at first and then with more and more intensity, the debris slammed into the ceiling with incredible force. It opened a view of the Vegetan sky, bloody and red. Like… like… Belle shut her eyes tight and curled up around the bandana in her hands. It was only when her throat hurt did she realize that she was screaming.
“AAAAaaaaAAAAAAaaAAaAAaaaaaaAaAaaaaaAAAAAAAAA!”The area around her broke apart into pieces as her energy surged wildly, hurling stones and whatever else was laying around everywhere. It was her fault! Why?! Why did this have to happen?! She hated it! Why couldn’t she ever just be happy?! What did she do… to deserve everything she cared about… taken away…? Tears streamed down her cheeks to be taken away into the sky with everything else in a telekinetic maelstrom. “UNCLE KALAAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaaAaaaAAAAaaAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAA!!!”Belle shook violently. She wanted him back. She wanted all of this to just go away. Just… go. She didn’t want to have to fight so hard anymore. She didn’t want to feel so worthless and weak anymore. She… She really shouldn’t have been born. She wished she wasn’t. Uncle Kala… he’d be happy… Mister Lord Chill… Everyone… She just… Didn’t deserve… to live… Waste of life… Useless… everything her father had ever said about her… Instead of proving him wrong, she just… she just proved him right. She hated… hated… herself!! Most of all! Most of all.
OOC: Got permission from Kalabas and Chill to up Belle's PL to 20,000!
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Post by Lord Chill on Jun 6, 2019 7:17:45 GMT -6
PL: 100,000 Transformed PL(x12): 1,200,000 Moments passed. The air stood still. Chill's quip-slinging facade dropped immediately. His red cheeks turned pale, his blood turned to ice. Words failed to escape his lips, a panicked, shocked wheeze the only thing he was capable of producing in that moment. What had been meant as a playful, minimal shot to keep the fire burning had instead become something so much more than Chill could have anticipated. His head hurt. His eyes burned, as in those passing moments he refused to look away. He watched Kalabas fall to the floor, blood spreading everywhere as a terrified Belle freaked and frantically apologized for her harsh words, petting his head and begging him not to leave. Chill had taken many a life before, but something about this shook him to his core. He couldn't believe it. Couldn't fathom that the duke was gone. Couldn't believe that he had done this. What had he done? Dropping to his knees as the trembled in his stiff state, tears began to well in Chill eyes. Desperately, he tried to keep his grip on reality and remain calm and clear of mind. He reached deep inside himself, searching for anything he could say to rectify what he had done. Anything he could do to dry the tears of the girl who's energy began to well inside her from grief in front of him. There were no words. When her power exploded, the room surrounding them began to crumble and writhe in total disarray, crushed under the weight of the raging orphan's fractured psyche. Chill did not move, did not stir from his frozen grief. Dirt kicked up into his face, tiles cracked and objects struck him. It didn't matter that they did. He could never go back from this. He could never fix this. For a moment, he pondered if there was a chance to make this right. A chance to put a stopper in the path of death, and heave the great duke back from the cold grips of the abyss. He could bring him back as a hollow shell of what he once was, an android warrior like he had for Thaw... but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be the same. He deserved better than such a depressing, dull existence. He deserved better than what he had just received. Taking in a dry gulp, Chill raised a hand in the path of his face and pushed back against the whirlwind of telekinetic force to stagger toward Belle, and the lifeless form of the man he hated to admit he loved. Before he reached her, that thought finally clicked for him. Finally made sense. He had loved him. Perhaps not in the way they always show in films, or in any way resembling normalcy. But it was the truth. With more tears, and more pain welling with each step, Chill wrapped his arms around the screaming child in all her agony and loathing. "It's going to be okay."His whispered words of comfort were a lie. It wasn't going to be okay... at least, Chill didn't believe that right now. But he needed Belle to understand that. To believe it too. To know that she wasn't alone, that she was loved. That she was going to survive, and be strong, and be okay. "Breathe. Stiff upper lip, like he taught you. Remember?" Chill hoped she'd not found the irony in his words, as tears still streaked down his cheeks while he cradled her through the storm in the room. "We need to go, okay?" Chill knew it was only a matter of time before the Saiyan Kingdom sent in the big guns - namely more ill-intended Super Saiyans - and he needed to make sure Belle was safe. But Chill couldn't leave him here. His body would be buried here, on this barren depressing rock, if Chill let it. He wouldn't let it. Kalabas was a man worth 100,000 men. The most arrogant, cunning, prideful man Chill could swear he'd ever known, and no saiyan would ever give him the burial service he deserved. Chill would make sure he got it. Letting go of Belle, Chill lifted Kalabas up into his arms, holding his lifeless body like a sleeping child. "We need to keep him safe. He deserves better than this place. I know where to find your ship. It's going to be okay." Chill kept saying those words, but he still didn't feel any comfort in them. His eyes were red and puffed already, and the stiffening corpse in his arms made things much worse than he could ever convey. But Belle needed to be safe. He would make sure she was safe. With one of his arms, he lifted her up and held her close, still holding Kalabas' form tightly. As he headed toward the ship to leave, he had no certainty on what to say. All he felt was guilt, and grief, and fear, and sorrow. One thing kept repeating in his mind though, to himself, and to Kalabas, and to Belle, and to the world. He spoke it, quietly, pain ringing through each syllable. "I'm so sorry."
KP: 3/7 Damage Taken: 35%~ Exit thread.
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Post by Belle on Jun 6, 2019 8:15:21 GMT -6
She wasn’t sure when it happened, but there were arms around her. Holding her. Telling her that it was going to be okay. How could it? He was gone. Belle… Belle had been the one to… her eyes faded to their normal black. Her awakened power disappeared as if it had never been in the first place. Rocks fell and tumbled around. Some bounced and hit her in the face, scratching her. Belle turned her hollow eyes to look at Mister Lord Chill’s grief stricken face and listened to the advice he imparted.
“Stiff… upper lip…”
Belle looked down at the tattered bandana in her hands. Wasn’t it her fault? Her weakness that had caused all of this? How could she be strong again now? Lifting up her leaden arms, Belle tied the bandana around her like a headband. They had to go. That’s what Mister Lord Chill said. She didn’t want to stay any longer either. Not here. But… she couldn’t move. Her body wouldn’t listen. It was hot. Burning. As the last of her anger faded so too did the last of her strength. She couldn’t handle any more.
Slumping as Chill picked her up, Belle tried to keep her eyes open if nothing else. Her body was burning up and too weak to move. She heard him apologize. She wanted to protest. Tell him that it was her fault. That she had been the one that… that…
“It’s… my… fault…”
Belle mumbled it as she felt herself slipping away. Uncle Kala… Maybe when she woke up again… this would all be… would be… a dream… Her breathing grew slow and faint. The whole ordeal having sucked whatever strength she had to fight her fever out of her malnourished body. It would be a long fight to recovery now. If she did recover at all.
Exit thread.
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