Sensoa
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Post by Sensoa on May 5, 2019 3:12:03 GMT -6
The demon walked along the desert, his many green eyes glowing bright green. His aura was flaring, bright and vibrant with life as he got within eye shot of the muscle tower. He was coming to destroy it, to remove this martial arts area from the world and should he not be satisfied he would just give up hope on this tiny world. He didn't do this out of malice, nor did he do this out of some anger bent spree. He did this for the soul purpose of understanding the levels of strength the fighters of earth possessed. Could they stop Sensoa from destroying this tower or would this be another disappointment? He felt this was going to be nothing more than a pathetic excuse on their parts. They would either bring weaklings, or they wouldn't show up at all. It was then that the Bastion would lower from the clouds, the demon smiling as the ship did so on his command. From there a signal would be broadcasted to all channels of earth, a challenge to any fighter who dared to stand against Sensoa as he attempted to remove the tower from existence. The speaker was of his crew, a former entertainer who over dramatized the events by speaking of the evil deeds the demon had committed. He brought the attack of a dojo to light, detailing its horrifying events with lies designed by Sensoa. He spoke of the slaughter the demon had committed in the town that Carro and Tarch had saved him from. The entertainer speaking in volumes of just the levels of depravity the demon had committed and of how he was a villain of society. This was all just for show, and Sensoa knew this as he hadn't done half the things the man said. Yet the demon wanted him to lie, he wanted this morally correct individuals to attack him. The tiny drone's of the entertainer showing Sensoa as he stood silently, but with edited footage of a blood trail and bodies littering the desert. The power of science was a scary thing, technology allowing others to see things that weren't real at ones command. The demon stood as a pillar of evil in the video footage, and he wanted it to be so. The demon's aura beginning to pick up as the final seal was unlocked so his ki shot into the sky, storm clouds forming around him with lightning raining down and rain soon following suit. "Come fighters of earth... Show me that you can protect your planet from someone like me! Show me the power of this morally and hypocritical people. I want to see just how strong you all are."Sensoa said holding his hands out to his sides with a smile, an open gesture that was mockingly like a come and get me sign. "I am Sensoa Ghoun, I am strength, I am valor, I am a demon. With blade in hand I shall reap the sins of this world and Sever all light from your lives. Your end... has come..."Sensoa said this so that the camera's could hear it. He even looked to the camera for dramatic effect, a thing he had learned from Jinn and with the entertainer speaking of how the challenge had been set. He asked then to the world, was no one going to stop this mad killing machine?! |
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 5, 2019 6:44:13 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Well this was... Something Tysco was simply enjoying his day in his apartment watching a meme compilation on his scouter; it was all absolutely hilarious— he would make sure to link it to his friends soon after he finished watching. Except, his enjoyment was cut short by a sudden broadcast overtook all channels and interrupted quite a few internet frequencies! Good gravy what was it now?
Apparently, it was Sensoa. Or, it was Sensoa and someone else being.. Oddly hammy and over the top. Tysco was quite good at seeing through things to find the truth, and overblown ‘villainous’ speeches were something that he dealt with all the time in his double life. This one that he was now hearing felt somewhat fake, rehearsed even, ad libbed in some places, but mostly lacking in absolute vicious conviction. Even the doctored footage would’ve been a little more convincing if there was emerald fire in it, and it wasn’t there.. Since it seemingly lacked Sensoa’s go to mystical power, Tysco had more reasons to doubt the legitimacy of this entire event.
Even when Sensoa cut in, there was a lack of true malice— Tysco knew what a rightly annoyed Sensoa was like, even if he only saw it for a few minutes once before. Sensoa, as far as Tysco knew, was a very blunt and emotional man, any true feeling he had would usually be worn on his sleeve. Anger, pride, sadness, joy, all of it.
Tysco didn’t want Sensoa to be misinterpreted, that would only put him in a shittier position that he didn’t deserve to be in. Sensoa had much to learn, and Tysco wanted him to have the chance to do so. “Damn it Sen—” Tysco grumbled, setting his scouter back onto his wrist before rushing out of his apartment; taking the fastest route on foot to the middle of nowhere that he could so that he could easily fly the rest of the way to Diablo Desert— all the way to Muscle Tower.
Soon enough, the worried Demon touched down on the sand, haphazardly shuffling a few paces before stabilizing himself in the environment. He looked around for any signs of bodies, of which there were none, which confirmed his earlier suspicions of the carnage being faked. Taking a deep breath, he looked to Sensoa. “Duuuude what are you doiiinng?!” He blurted out in a more worried tone than a disappointed one while flailing his arms around a little. “Look man, I know you love a good fight, and that's perfectly fine, I support that, but this could get you super-killed!” Tysco squawked, flailing a lot more. “I’d very much prefer that you remain very not-dead.”
||ITEMS: Scouter, Minion, Blood Ruby Pendant, Devil Lamp ||
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Post by Majin Mumbo on May 6, 2019 1:02:38 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 104,000 | Stolen Strength (x2/x5P) Active! Current PL: 208,000 / 520,000
From the sky came a great and terrible rumble. Nothing like Sensoa's evil theatrics; not much could top that today, after all. Instead, it was a much more triumphant affair. Music blared from the massive thing blotting out parts of the sun, the tune catchy and heroic. It sounded like the theme song of a proper caped crusader! A messenger of the light and all things it represented!
"STAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Too bad it was just Mumbo.
With a majestic explosion of energy, Mumbo leaped from the star-shaped ship hovering above the sandscape, somersaulting hundreds of feet, only to land perfectly across from the duo. His feet cratered the desert beneath him slightly, putting his position below that of Sensoa's despite the Majin's immense height. With a wink, Mumbo posed, his muscles bulging from the flexing.
"How's it goin' Fiyahball? You's don't moind if I help ya out a bit, do ya's?" With a grunt, Mumbo launched from the dune he'd created as if he were a circus performer, landing next to the out-of-place human. He placed his hands on his hips heroically. "Da goodie-goods love ta gang up on baddies like us. It ain't right ta let dat kinda ting happen to a real-deal villain!"
Raising a brow-ridge, Mumbo turned to the human next to him. A fan, maybe? One of Mumbo's horns swiveled downward, and a strange gray liquid poured from it into Mumbo's hands. It squirmed in his palm, but slowly formed into an autographed photo of the Black Stargoon posing.
"Make shoah ta auction dis one as 'supah rayuh mid-battle autograph'. Kay?"
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Sensoa
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Post by Sensoa on May 6, 2019 16:46:56 GMT -6
Sensoa was surprised when Tysco showed up, the other demon flailing his arms about as he talked about how this could get Sensoa killed. The thing is, that was the point of this little diversion. It would be a battle that anyone could die in, a true fight and not some silly little spar. The demon shifted his weight to one foot as he was about to respond, but was soon interrupted by Mumbo showing up. The demon raising a brow as the other spoke about being ganged up on was a bad guys fate on this planet. The demon simply shrugged at the Majin.
"Ha, I never thought I'd work along side the star goons. Not that I can complain. I was thinking I'd get jumped but it seems the only person to give a damn is Tysco here. I was hoping for Saizomaru so I could mount his head on a pike, stick it on my ship and ride home with it. But it seems the man is a coward after all."
The demon grunted then as the lights on the Bastion went out, the signal stopping its broadcast before he saw mumbo giving out autographs. He knew of a few people on the Bastion who would want one of those.
"Oi Mumbo, make me a few so I can give em to some of my crew mates. I got a few fans on board."
Sensoa said before shrugging and walking towards Tysco. From there the demon crossed his arms and nodded toward the muscle tower.
"I WAS trying to draw out martial artists by threatening to destroy where they go to fight and train. A tournament area seemed the best spot, but looks like you are the only one to give a damn. Next time I'll aim for a city instead. As much as I'd like for Saizomaru to show up, he doesn't seem to care enough. The next time I see him though, I'll make sure to give him a reason to care."
Sensoa's voice grew dark then, clearly furious at the robotic man for all that he had said before. Now Sensoa was out here in the desert away from people, a prime place for the android to fight him, the fucker wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"But on to more friendly topics. I had plan to destroy that tower but now I am just bored. I'd fight you Tysco but frankly I doubt either of us would enjoy it. Not because of power but I doubt I could hurt a fellow fire demon in knowing who you are. So just step a side and let me blow this thing into rubble so we can all just go home."
Sensoa was asking nicely, but the next time he wouldn't be so nice. It was clear by his body language nothing was going to change his mind, at least nothing of a small reasoning.
PL: 1,584,000
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 7, 2019 3:51:14 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Before Sensoa or Tysco could have any manner of discussion (or perhaps scuffle), the thunderous boom of a ridiculous fanfare accompanied by an equally absurd entrance took center stage. A grey Majin with quite a few quirky mannerisms. They certainly matched the many descriptions of a ‘Mumbo’ that Tysco had managed to come across.
Tysco tilted his head slightly at the Majin, this was out of character in reference to what he had heard. Was this meant to be the most vile villain he had heard about? Being the pragmatic young man that he was, Tysco knew well and good that pissing this man off was not a good thing. Sure, Sensoa could step in, but Tysco didn’t want to cause Sensoa any more trouble than he might have already caused himself with the stung that started bringing people here. ’Real-deal villain? Gee, pigeonholing Demons much? Sheesh..’ Tysco thought to himself.
Mumbo’s show of magic materialization was a great source of intrigue and surprise for Tysco, he hadn’t seen anything like this before— his face flickered into a cartoon-y visage with dotted eyes that blinked comically in confusion before he returned to normal. “Uhm, thank you. Sorry, I must say your method of conjuration is certainly unique, caught me by surprise it did.” Tysco chuckled. What a strange situation to be in; having a reasonably pleasant time around Mumbo.
In some ways Tysco figured it would be rude to sell the photograph, but Mumbo basically encouraged it. Besides, Tysco was sure that he knew a guy that would pay a decent amount for ‘super-villainous’ collectables. He simply gave Mumbo a nod in response, unsure of how to really talk to the Majin. In a way he was somewhat starstruck.
Turning to Sensoa, Tysco pouted slightly with a bit of smoke escaping his mouth. “Well, duh of course I care, you’re my friend. Hell, if either of us kick the bucket how are we supposed to enact that epic plan, huh?” He was of course, referring to Sensoa’s proposed plan regarding the Dragonballs.
As for the mention of Saizomaru, Tysco was confused once more. “Saizawhat now?” Blurting out in his genuine confusion, it was as if he didn’t even know who Saizomaru was. He did know— and honestly Saizomaru wasn’t the best at social interaction, he was very blunt and closed off a lot of the time, but these two didn’t need to know that Tysco knew.
Tysco relaxed somewhat, allowing Sensoa to further explain his stance on things. “So is this about your beef with some guy? I’m kinda lost here.” Tysco shook his head. “Yanno what, no, that’s not a discussion for now. Sensoa, if you wanna talk about whatever problems you’ve got with anything or anyone, I’ll be willing to listen. We could chat later if you want? Up to you.” Tysco offered a welcoming smile. Sensoa mentioning the idea to go for a city was harsh, but if he was truly a rotten bastard that’s where they would all be instead right now. Tysco allowed Sensoa to proceed to the more friendly side of things,
“To be honest, I don’t think many people know this place even exists? I only knew where to go cuz I know your Ki, saw the broadcast you did and half-watched one tournament on TV kinda.” He shrugged, looking to the tower itself. “It kinda looks abandoned? Not even used in a while Who knows where the actual owner went. I’d like to mayyyyybe check it for any mystical artifacts but I doubt there’s any in there, sooo.” Examining the greater area further with his Ki sense, Tysco determined that the closest living thing that wasn’t the three of them was an absurd distance away from here. “I care way more about your safety and my safety compared to this tower.”
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Brent Gale
Rising Soul
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Demonic Bond (x2P) Shemorash Unleashed (x4P)
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Post by Brent Gale on May 7, 2019 20:17:34 GMT -6
18,500 PL; Demon Lamp
Rain poured down onto the city, onto a normal pedestrian. Asides from his spectacular outfit, Brent Gale was a normal human, just like those on the street. He was walking, not flying, and he was showing no spectacular powers. Or that’s what anyone looking at him would see. That’s what he would have seen before the incident as well. A normal, failed magician, a kid with no aspirations of superpowers or intensive martial arts fighting, just a earthling disillusioned with the everyday nature of monsters and heroes. Now though? Now he was one of them.
As he walked in the streets, the water pouring overhead, he looked in each puddle as he passed. He was walking today, not soaring, not flying, not gliding, not even hovering. As amazing as the sensation of controlling his movements through the air exactly felt, he now relished the almost nostalgic feeling of his feet hitting the solid ground with each step. It felt normal, no magical powers, no immense energy inside of him, and no demonic whisper in his ear.
As he caught his face in the reflection of one of the many mini ponds below his feet, he felt like he was looking at someone else. He stopped mid step, much to the anger of the disgruntled man behind him, and stared at himself. Was he Brent Gale, or was he Shemorash? His identity seemed to have burned away when he met the demon in the snow, everything he was falling away to the lust he felt for the energy. He wanted to grow stronger, he wanted to learn to use what he had gained, but he didn’t want to lose himself. He wasn’t a demon, he was a human. He needed to master what he had, not let it master him.
He stepped up the stairs, feeling like it had been years since he had been home. As he reached his apartment door, he froze looking at the door. He was as stunned as he had been with the demon grabbing his throat, this small mundane thing throwing away what he had left in his life. A sign stated simply evicted was left on the door, and he didn’t know what to do. He began to breathe faster, trying to calm himself. When he had gambled everything on his final show, the money to pay the already overdue bills had gone too. And now he saw the results of it.
The door in front of him exploded, wooden shrapnel filling the apartment. He stood still, looking at his outstretched hand smoking before slowly walking in. Splinters lined the wall, and luckily not missing the small t.v. left on. On it, some sort of emergency broadcast was interrupting whatever showing was on before. He blinked, seeing the demon from before. Without thinking he pivoted in place, and rocketed into the wall, an explosion of bricks adding to the downpour outside.
As Brent soared through the sky, his soaked attire leaving behind a spray of water from the speed he was traveling, he stopped to consider what he was doing. Some event with bloodshed worthy of being on national broadcasts showed the horrifically powerfully demon and he was flying straight towards it? He shrugged his head, accelerating even faster, his fists clenching. He had to figure out who he was, what he was now, and the only lead he had so far was the aura that had invigorated him surrounding the demon.
Now close to the scene, he lowered his altitude, hitting the sand as he arrived. He plowed through the sand, before rolling to a stop and shooting upwards, launching sand in every direction around him. As he emerged from the explosion of sand, he held his hands above him, a dazzling display of colorful ki shooting from each finger tip. ”It is I, the spectacular show, the amazing affair, the fantastical- er, magnificent magician!” Looking around nervously, he decided now might be a good time to figure out what the hell was happening. WIth no bodies in sight, the demon seemed to be arguing with some normal human, similar to Brent before his life was irreversibly changed. He continued his quick inspection now spotting- what looked like a living blob? He watched someone walk away with a signature suddenly putting two and two together. Even as someone who cared little for the superpowered beings above him knew who- Mambu, Madrin, Maleen?- this pink blob was, with some mumbo jumbo name. He froze, coming into realization of just how strong these people were. Shaking his head, he recalled his personal moto, or rather a version: if you don’t have it, or know it, or something, fake it.
”And of course, before the horrible forces of good, er, valiant forces of good, come to stop the magnificent man himself-”, he said pointing to Mumbo, ”-first, an exhibition match! I will take on this bystander who is arguing with the fiend himself, the demon!” Confident he had pulled it off, he then quickly turned to Mumbo and whispered ”Could I have an autograph too sir?”
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Post by Saizomaru on May 7, 2019 20:34:16 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 150,000 (Base)
"I'm here if it's me you want."
A shimmering visage began to show its true form as Saizomaru began to descend from the sky, letting his body decloak fully when he lands. He looks around at the others—his eyes to Tysco first, then shifting them to the majin that stood across the sands from the two Pride Troopers. Then, he gave Mumbo a thumbs up. "Yo. You still owe me that drink by the way," he said to him in a casual, almost best friendly manner. "We should go get some after we're done here."
Then, finally, he turned to Sensoa. The android's eyes glared at demon's own, expression only ever sober and distant before he sighed. "All of this, Sensoa? For me? You shouldn't have," he spoke out with a straight face and blunt sarcasm upon the words. "I gave you a second chance, and this is what you plan on doing with it. Colour me fifty shades of disappointment."
He reached into his pocket. His hand grasped and withdrew the small titanium box he tends to keep with him. A press of the button make the oil in the tank fastened to the top bubble and fizz. Placing the nozzle to his lips, he took a deep drag, then blew out the cloud of smoke from his nose, making a veil around his body before it dissipated into the air.
"So, now that I'm here… you owe me that little fight we were talking about." He gave a humoured hum as his lips curled into a small smirk. "Or are you gonna rage quit again, just like last time."
Sensoa
KP:3/3
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Post by Majin Mumbo on May 8, 2019 1:15:49 GMT -6
He was received well, it seemed. With a polite nod, Mumbo churned out a dozen more autographs, each with unique poses and funny quotes scribbled onto them. Like a ninja, he threw the pile at Sensoa as if they were bladed shuriken, hoping the Demon would catch them. It'd lower his autograph's price on the market if so many started being shelled out, but he didn't mind. Sensoa's chaotic juices were flowing like crazy, and that was just the type of evil Mumbo was looking to back.
For a while the trio talked, and it seemed no goodies were on their way. Sensoa's boredom reached its peak, and though the Demon was about to destroy the place, Tysco, the other fellow here, mentioned its seemingly-abandoned nature. Thinking back on it, he and Maple's Firestation was abandoned when they found it! Maybe Mumbo could refurbish this place too. Make it a beacon for evil.
"Ey uh, Sensoa! Instead-a you's destroyin' dis place, do ya's tink I could have it?" Stepping to Sensoa's side, the massive Majin put his hands up as if they were the frame of a picture, and tilted it to fit the tower within. "I could see some new paint, flashin' lights. Maybe a stah on da top. Casino on da ground flowah. It'd be a real hit, yknow?"
And then the fun was interrupted. Battle Points of considerable strength were coming this way, with the meeker of the two arriving first. Someone with a dazzling display and an impeccable sense of style rolled onto the scene, requesting another autograph. Mumbo obliged silently, his star-shaped shades scanning the incoming Battle Point intently. More gray liquid poured from his horn, producing one last autograph. This picture was of the Majin looming ominously, his red eyes gazing into the viewers soul. That one would go for lots online!
Then the other one showed up. Mumbo frowned at this one. He showed up on the Lookout. One of Chime's friends, surely. "I only invited Chime," he said matter-of-factly.
But it seemed his ire was focused entirely on Sensoa. They had a history. Mumbo could understand that. Hopefully that didn't mean Sensoa would go it alone, though. Fighting in a group was Mumbo's preferred style, and he rarely got to use those talents to their full capacity.
Standing at Sensoa's side, the Majin cracked his knuckles, and side-eyed the Demon. "Wanna kick his goodie-good ass togeddah?"
KP: 3/3
PL: 208,000 Offense / 520,000 Defense
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Sensoa
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Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on May 8, 2019 3:27:00 GMT -6
Sensoa listened to Tysco as he talked about the Majin's way of conjuring things up. Sensoa had felt the same way when the big bad guy himself had fought with him. The majin was unique in ways that made him fun to be around, even if he was a villain beyond what Jinn might envision, he still liked his style. Soon Tysco spoke of their plan to which Sensoa smiled faintly, happiness upon his face. How could he forget their plan for the dragon balls, it was something he thought of all the time. "Of course. I don't plan to wait around much longer. When I am done here I plan to head out. We can go together."Sensoa said with a good natured smile upon his face. This had turned into a nice little meeting and the demon was glad so many people had shown up. But now there was another, the strange little demon with a tendency for flare soon crashing into the party after Tysco spoke of how this place was abandoned. An earthling that was wanting to engage Tysco in combat, which didn't seem like a normal thing to do. But then again Sensoa liked combat himself so who was he to say they couldn't have an exhibition match. But then that voice raked everything else to the side as the demon's eyes went wide. He didn't say anything as the green lights upon his body turned red, his eyes shifting from their emerald green to blood red. The warmth from the demon instantly turning cold, the very sand upon his feet gaining frost. The demon's head turning to the man of the hour himself, Saizomaru. He heard the man speak but didn't care that he taunted him. He didn't care that this man was disappointed, nor did he care about the tower anymore. This had all been for this moment, to kill this smug looking prick. Was this all childish, perhaps it was. But this earthlings had grown to smug for their own good and now they would face the fury of a Ghoun. The demon slowly taking a step or two forward before hearing Mumbo speak up. He wanted the tower for himself, because it was abandoned he supposed but the demon no longer cared for that. The majin asking if they should jump the new arrival. In some parts of the demon he was sickened at the idea, but this wasn't about honor to the demon any longer. This was personal, a level of hatred the demon had not shared for anyone else. It was a twisted reasoning, he knew this but some part of him just couldn't help but hate this man. That smug look, that disinterest and the fact he acted like he understood everyone else's reasoning. How it ground the demon's nerves unlike anyone had before. "Mumbo... I'll let you have that tower... if you help me kill Saizomaru.... This isn't about honor... This is personal."Sensoa's voice was even, blood lust pouring out of his aura now. The warmth of the area turning to chilling murderous intention. All he could see before him was the desire to kill this man. "Tysco... Take that new guy... and leave. Else you'll die if you stay."Sensoa said this as a warning to the other demon. This was no longer good natured fun, no longer a place for jokes or idle chatter. Now this was a battle field where death was almost certain for one side... or the other. Slowly the demon walked forward before drawing his sword from the magic about his body. The long claymore like blade forming quickly and the tip of the blade touched the sand while leaving a trail in its wake. "Yea... Lets kill him Mumbo. I want his head."With that the demon would lunge forward, thrusting his sword at his opponent aiming to pierce his opponent in the chest. This soon being followed up by a swift kick to knock his opponent hopefully off balance. |
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 9, 2019 5:55:16 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 1 (ambient planetary levels) [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Mumbo did have some strangely slick style, even if the whole shuriken throwing of autographed pictures was dorky, he pulled it off with aplomb. Tysco wondered what the world would be like if Mumbo was an actual ‘goodie-good’ as the Majin himself might put it.
“I’ll hold you to that, Sensoa.” Tysco smirked, knowing Sensoa was the type to honor an agreement that was so important, especially since it involved Sensoa’s family. Mumbo had a curious idea, perhaps it was better to use it for something else rather than blow it up outright. If anything it would maybe put a big target on Mumbo and his crew. Maybe they needed a taste of their own medicine, people attacking their place for basically no reason. “Like I said, big guy, doesn’t look like anyone’s usin’ it.”
As bizarrely nice as this encounter was, Tysco wondered why nobody else had shown up— was this really it? Well, no. Another flamboyant individual made their quirky entrance onto the scene. They looked rather nervous despite what they were saying at first, they even stuttered. Tysco looked over to them blinking in confusion. “Are you, uh.. Okay? We weren’t arguing. Me and him are friends, I’m just concerned for his well being, that’s all.” Tysco explained, gesturing to Sensoa. “So don’t worry about it, you don’t have to try a tough guy act— plus no need to get in a scuffle.” Tysco shrugged.
All things came to an end however. Of all people that could show up; it was Saizomaru. The exact person Sensoa held a now very obvious fury for— at the flick of a switch Sensoa had changed. It could have been anyone else, anyone at all and maybe Sensoa wouldn’t have gone off the deep end immediately, or at all.
Maybe then everyone would walk away from this.
Now that seemed impossible. Tysco stood in stunned silence until Sensoa spoke up, rage dripping from his voice. What did Saizomaru do!? If only the Android didn’t show up, then perhaps Tysco might have changed Sensoa’s mind and managed to get the two to talk later. Tysco cursed himself in his thoughts, every time he couldn’t make a difference felt like this, every time he felt like a failure. Hopefully Saizomaru had a backup plan, hell, even a backup body with his consciousness already loaded into it.
At least Sensoa was sane enough to warn Tysco to run. Above all else, he had enough of his true self left to warn his friend, and allow another person innocent in all of this to abscond. This was proof, however slim it may be, that Sensoa could grow into a more complete person. Tysco hoped with all his heart that Sensoa might change his mind about ending Saizomaru on his own.
Tysco didn’t need telling twice. His attention snapped to the newbie magician nearby, his expression deadly serious. “Well, you heard him! Trust me on this, you do not want to be here, if you don’t get going we can’t guarantee your safety, we have to go NOW.” Tysco brought his hands together and all of a sudden he began to conjure tonnes and tonnes of sand outward from himself with his magic materialization powers, obscuring himself from view while also further lowering the output of his ki. Within the mini sandstorm he shapeshifted into a small creature that could swim through and be camouflaged among the sand. Swiftly he dove downwards into the dunes, the swirling sands settling a few seconds after he was submerged. He hoped his daring dive deep down into the desert was enough before trying to sneakily make an escape.
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Brent Gale
Rising Soul
PL: 36,000
Demonic Bond (x2P) Shemorash Unleashed (x4P)
Tag: @shemorash
Posts: 70
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Post by Brent Gale on May 9, 2019 21:50:05 GMT -6
The person he challenged almost dismissed him, asking if he was okay instead of accepting his challenge. He frowned, his bravado fading slightly as he hovered closer to the ground. He looked around as the Majin, who seemed impressed by his display, silently complied with his request, handing him a signature silently before staring off solemnly into the horizon. Brent looked around confused, wondering where all the good guys were. He was new to this whole super powered warrior thing, but he could’ve swore the Earth had all kinds of super heroes. Who was gonna defend him if he was attacked? He could do it himself, but he was pretty weak. He stopped mid thought, realizing that everyone else was staring off into the distance. ”Oh right,” he quietly mumbled to himself, posing dramatically as he stared as well. Some being powerful to content with both the Majin and the Demon arrived, and everything took a turn. Brent gulped, starting to realize what kind of situation he was in. ”Wait no, I was gonna fight you, he’s got something I want!” He stared at the weird sand explosion, conflicting emotions running through him. He had flown here without thinking, out of frustration and desperation, a man who had lost everything and gained everything, someone with no direction. He kicked the sand below him out of frustration, still not truly grasping how dangerous of a situation he was in. What the hell was he doing in life? He had been granted this second chance, he had been elevated above normal humans and become something more- and he was squandering it! He looked at his hands, clenching them with anger, trying to figure out where he was going in life. He needed something to believe in, a purpose to strive for, and his attempt to impress the demon and use his aura to satisfy his lust for the power granted by it had failed, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to feel that way, overcome by the demonic energy inside of him. He looked at the armor clad majin, an idea beginning to blossom deep inside his subconscious. A foolish idea, one placing him firmly on the side of evil, but a spectacular idea, an idea that could give him the proper training and role he needed. A place where he could be who he was, a showman. He looked at the Majin one last time before his vision travelled the soon to be battlefield, sighing as he made his decision. ”Unfortunately, the spectacular show shall have to end for me!” he said as he floated in the area, his palms spread open. ”My challenge will not go ignored, and I’m not one to ignore good advice! I thank you for being such a great audience, for the Magnificent Magician is taking his leave!” As he said these last words, he filled his hands with small pellets of energy, suddenly spinning in the air as he tossed them in the ground. A combination of sand thrown upwards and smoke filled the air around him, the mixture hiding him as he disappeared. When the air cleared, he was nowhere to be found. leaving earlier than I had hoped, but my first DE as shemorash was fun atleast and has given me some cool plot potential! will escape if no one interupts me Saizomaru
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Post by Saizomaru on May 10, 2019 1:41:58 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 1,350,000 (Hokuto-Chikara [x9])
There was no question that this fight would end up in bloodshed, but Saizomaru was prepared for such an eventuality. It seemed that most of Sensoa's anger and burdens were directly tied to the android. There was no telling what else the demon would have done if he had not shown up to confront him. It was an inevitable encounter in any case. Saizomaru would rather settle the matter sooner rather than later. By now, Makai and the lone magician had already began to take their leave. It would prove to be their best course of action—there was no telling what would happen in this battle. The last thing the android wanted was for the uninvolved to get caught in the crossfire. "Now that—" he said as he wagged the end of his vape at where his colleague once was "that was awesome. Might have to try that little trick out myself at some point. He turned to look back at the other two that stood firm but with great intend on giving the android a beatdown. He pressed his lips to the end of the vape and took another drag. "I guess we get to have that little fight we were talking about, don't we, Sensoa?" He smiled a little as he tucked his electronic cigarette back into the pocket of his robe. "So let's get our asses beat to a soundtrack. Siri—play track seventy-eight."BEEP
Now the real fun was going to begin. Saizomaru watched as Sensoa charged at him, blade dragging across the sands in a streak of unbridled wrath and cold demonic steel. As for himself, he watched for a brief moment before his took a step back in a sideward stance, hand reached around to grasp at the object tucked in his sash. Suddenly, in a quick flicker of whites and blues, the android's appearance had changed. A faint, smoky aura of pale hues shrouded his entirety. His long hair behind it fanned out and floated in wide strands as though he were standing upon an air vent. Then, with great speed, he drew the object from his back and clashed its extended blade against Sensoa's own. A flare of white sparks coupled with the ringing, scraping sound of steel on steel emanated from between the two. The two were strong, almost equal in power, but Saizomaru's own lightweight weapon gave him the edge in speed and agility. A quick kick from the demon would send him stumbling back, but Saizomaru was trained to take such hits. Using his forced momentum to his advantage, he let his body spin to one side. With his sword arm extended outward, he would aim for a horizontal swipe across Sensoa's chest before turning back to face him once more, footing still form and strong. "Good! Show me more."
Majin Mumbo
KP:3/3
Hokuto-Chikara activated.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on May 11, 2019 15:17:39 GMT -6
The others left in rapid succession. They were bystanders, and they knew that. Mumbo never had problems pummeling the innocent, but if they walked away he wouldn’t blame them. Besides, it meant less distractions for the main event. Cocky as he was, Saizomaru had the bite to back up the bark.
Sensoa’s power exploded, and Saizomaru’s did in turn. Their energy caused the sand to shudder, and their first clash shook the very core of Mumbo’s being. Now this was a fight he could get behind!
”Now dis guy knows how ta pahty!”
As the music swelled, Mumbo thundered across the field, leaping into the air as Saizomaru’s second strike rang out. Whether or not it hit he was not sure, for he was busy preparing his attack far above the furious duo.
Mumbo’s strongest technique required a special pose to activate. Last time he used it, the sheer force of its activation was able to launch some of his opponents away, including Sensoa. Surely he could harness that momentum for a devastating strike!
Spinning in the air, the Black Stargoon found himself facing the sky, his back to the floor far below him. With a deep breath, the Majin tucked his face into his arm, dabbing the way Twobit had shown him. The moment his face got into position, a huge windstorm exploded from his body, pushing him downward at intense speeds while his Ki skyrocketed.
”HAHAHAH! BLACK MEATIAH STRIKE!”
An on-the-fly new technique! Surely the boys back home woulda loved that. If only Dosu were around with a camera...
Regardless, Mumbo couldn’t falter just yet. Tucking into a ball, the massive malevolent monster started to look like a bowling ball with horns rather than a Majin. Wisps of flame sparked from him, and in mere seconds he’d slam into the ground, whether Saizomaru was there or not.
Activated The Ultimate Pose (x10/x13P)
Current PL: 1,040,000 / 1,352,000
Used [A1] Eps Purah Kanhs as an Improvised Dab Strike
33% Power for a damage potential of: 343,200!
KP: 2/3
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on May 11, 2019 16:15:35 GMT -6
Saizomaru had produced his own weapon, deflecting the blow of Sensoa and took the kick. Sensoa could very well see what kind of weapon Saizomaru was using, and he knew that if he wasn't careful about his strikes that agile weapon would find openings in his defenses. The man was quick, closing that gape once more while also having regained his balance from the kick in short order. Sensoa could immediately tell that Saizomaru was no slouch when it came to combat, attempting to slice Sensoa across the chest horizontally but would meet the flat of his blade instead. The two swords singing as their contact rang out to the battle field.
Mumbo had jumped in then after Saizomaru said show him more. Sensoa sliding backwards at the shockwave of Mumbo, but giving the demon plenty of chances to create distance. This chance would be capitalized on waiting to see where Saizomaru went, or if he was able to block the attack. This gape in time was waited deliberately before Sensoa would go in once more, His blade turning into a green flaming edge, the fires licking outwards greedily. The demon would rush forward at whatever Saizomaru had done, be it block mumbo or dodge him, the demon would be on him quickly.
His blade was aimed to strike that the man's legs, an attempt to remove or do damage to it. Once his fire swing had done whatever it was the demon had wanted it to do or attempted to do, he would fall back once more. Mumbo was tough, like a giant brick wall of frustration for the enemy. He instantly recognized the best course of action was to play off of that durability. The demon's instincts were sharp in combat, and while he lacked the ability to adapt to a society easily, nearly two centuries of combat had honed his instincts. This fight would not be easy he was sure, his gut told him to be careful. Saizomaru was not a fool, a disgusting and arrogant man, but he was not so stupid as to engage Sensoa and mumbo without a plan. At least that was the thought of Sensoa.
His mind was focused on the capabilities of those present, darting from what one was capable of to the next. Always on the working end as he tried to place what would work best and trying to get a feel for his opponent. He couldn't sense Saizomaru's power, nor could he tell what he was doing. This meant that Saizomaru had surprises in store for Sensoa even if it meant the demon could see them. He would need to visually try to determine what would be stronger than the others, and this was going to be difficult.
With the distance created, Sensoa was clearly going to play off Mumbo's defenses. He could only hope mumbo was able to see this, and knew this. If Saizomaru was clever the demon figured he would see this strategy and if he was experienced the demon wondered what sort of tricks he would play.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 12, 2019 6:42:25 GMT -6
ayylmao, escape success 😎, have a fun fight y'all!
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