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Post by Oboe on May 15, 2019 11:53:19 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 50  Total power level: 52,000
As was to be expected for this time of day, the twin suns of Namek had reached a mutual epoch high in the sky above causing the day to become hot, humid and thick with condensation. To a Namekian, this was a perfect day – but to the many off-worlders whom had traversed the sea of stars to reach this planet? Not so much. Though the planet’s global climate had become a bit more hazardous today with temperatures reaching the highs of 90 degrees with humidity making it feel like 103, It didn’t slow down the progress, questing and actions of all those currently residing on the Green Gem. Having tended to his duties within the Temple of Porunga, Oboe – Guru of Namek – had decided that he would take another stab at finding the Dragon Balls he’d released planet side such a short time ago. His meetings with the Saiyans, Konatian and Humans had all come with fortuitous tidings. Having adopted some of the technology and designs of their people, Oboe was able to use his magic to recreate the device that the others referred to as “a Radar” so to assist with his search. Confident that at this location he would be able to proceed without hinderance, the Sage of Oros would reach into his lapel and produce a small replication of the Dragon Radar he’d examined on the likes of Flip Fortuna and Casca during their time on his ship. Pressing the top button, Oboe was shocked when the Dragon Balls appeared on the digital readout as small blips with numbers associated to their star count. Curious what scientific breakthroughs other worlds had been able to produce! Gazing intently at the device, it didn’t take long for Guru to realize that there were three dragon balls, fast approaching, all to his center location. Coincidence? No. With what had happened last time visitors from another world searched for the wish orbs he recalled the sheer amount of violence and energy that had been released upon his world in conquest for the wish that would be granted. Concerned, but confident, Oboe would reach out with his internal senses and feel the approaching energies and – likely – identify them. To the West, fast approaching, a pair of energies – though lower – came close to his position. After a moment of feeling, the Namekian realized the pair to be Casca and Flip! Perhaps they were coming to speak to him again, he’d hoped. After all, he did so enjoy the conversation with the businessman that was Mr. Fortuna. To the East, approaching even faster than the other two, another energy signature – quite the difference in strength – poured on the speed to his location. He felt that he’d encountered this energy before, if only briefly, but nonetheless recognized it as the one regarded as Yogu – a strange man from another world whom he had held little interactions with outside his crash landing. The irony was not lost upon him that all three fighters were fast approaching his location. Perhaps the time of niceties had ended? Only time would tell. |
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 15, 2019 12:06:49 GMT -6
Flip's PL: 21,380 After travelling around the planet, Flip's radar had picked up another Dragon Ball. Another step closer to fulfilling their goal! With Casca in tow, Flip was shooting through the sky, heading towards where the radar was pointing. The two of them had already found a Dragon Ball each, and with Oboe assisting them and having on in his position, that was three. This new one would make it four, over half way to their goal! This whole search was going a lot smoother than Flip had expected. They knew some strong folks were seeking out the Dragon Balls, and yet the only person they had encountered that was a potential threat was Kraktus, and their alliance with Vocado would help them with that. As they got closer, he started to notice another energy nearby. something weaker, and yet very familiar. As they got close, he spotted the familiar figure of the Guru of Namek, Oboe. And the signal for the Dragon Ball was coming from him, a fact that was confirmed when he noticed the large orb nearby. Flip touched down, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Dangit, I had thought we had found a free one." he murmured, before giving Oboe a small smile. "sorry about that. This thing can't tell which balls have been claimed and which ones haven't. Gotta figure out how to make this thing recognize individual balls." he glanced over at Casca, "False alarm."Casca @yogu |
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Post by Casca on May 15, 2019 14:00:52 GMT -6
"Will They, Won't They?" Landing rougher than normal, Casca tried to shake a massive headache. “ Did I say drink and drive? I meant drink and fly,” she said as if anyone was listening. Trying to give Oboe an embrace, if turned away, it was probably because of the smell, the young Saiyan perched an arm on her teammate’s shoulder. “ We’ll find the next one,” Casca panted as she leaned against Flip. “ If you're thinking about asking, don’t,” the hung-over Saiyan threatened as she tried to deflect questions about what happened in the Capitol the day before. “ You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” remembering the man in camo. “ I’m taking a break from drinking,” Casca admitted as she remembered the knot in her stomach when the Konatsian mentioned his inner demon. Noticing a massive spike in power in relation to the people she was with, Casca turned to face an approaching power. Everyone was already aware so the Saiyan spilled the beans. “ Fine, might have told someone to meet us here. I think that’s him,” she said as she pointed in Yogu’s general direction. Thread PL: 24,000 |
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Post by Om-Yogu on May 15, 2019 22:15:29 GMT -6
Thread PL: 146,500
Okay, so Yogu might be a little drunk. Just a teeeeny tiiiiny bit. Who woulda thunk it that Namekian alcohol was that strong, eh? That wasn't what was important right now though. What was important was the coordinates that blue-haired saiyan had given him. But even more important than that, was the fact that she had a dragon ball! It was clear as day, it had rolled right across the bar floor. The only problem was, she had gotten out of his sensing range before he could leave the bar. " STUPID BAR TABS! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!" Yogu was flying through the air at blistering speeds. Anyone under his flight path would surely have been knocked over simply by being near the fireball that Yogu had become. The last words the saiyan had said to him was to leave his demons behind. " That's the reason I'm comin' after these things... I WANT TO LEAVE THIS DAMN DEMON BEHIND! I WANT TO GO HOME MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE! SO GIVE ME THE DAMN BAAAAALL!" He was screaming like a drunk toddler. He knew that she was waaaaay too far away to hear him, but that didn't quite matter to him at the moment. He was fuelled with pure rage. And this rage was making the voice of a certain ancient monster stir back up. " My my, you're certainly angry-" " SHUT UP MONSTER! I'LL COME IN THERE AND FUCKING THROTTLE YOU!" A sinister laugh echoed in his mind. " Why the hell aren't you scared, eh? I'M ABOUT TO WISH YOU FROM EXISTENCE YOU BASTARD!" Monster goes silent for a minute. " Cause you're not going to succeed. You'll just end up either dying, getting consumed by my AWESOME power, or just not getting your way and staying in your own personal hell. Have you ever thought that you'll fail? Or that the dragon boi isn't going to be strong enough to grant this wish of yours?" Yogu's rage peaked there. " SHUT UP! IT'S GONNA WORK YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRAAAASH!" Yogu stops flying and fires a barrage of ki blasts deep into the Namek sky! After huffing and puffing for a moment, he takes off again. " WORK DAMMIT!" Yogu rips the radar from his pocket and punches it hard. The display cracks even more, but to Yogu's surprise the display lights up! " One... No, Two... THREE?! THERE'S THREE?! JUST OVER THERE?!" The two-star, four-star, and five-star balls were all sitting there, not too far away. Knowing that Yogu the dragon balls were so short a distance away and he didn't have them in his possession yet made him so angry he was physically sick. It was like a fit of wicked anger the likes of which he'd never felt before had taken over. He had a white-knuckle grip on the torn apart ship radar. Within less than a second, it breaks completely from the pressure. A tuft of smoke rises from it. Yogu throws it to the ground and takes off in the direction of the Dragon Balls. What the group of three saw certainly wasn't how Yogu normally was. His body looked like an unstable mass, about to explode. It shifted and grew and the went back to normal, before shifting and growing yet again. It was like he was fighting back against something without even realizing it. Yogu screams into the sky, his words ever so slightly slurred. "GIVE ME THE DRAGON BAAAAAALLS!"He comes to an abrupt stop in the air. The abrupt stop causes an intense, tornado-like wind to pick up. Nearby trees are ripped from the ground and scattered into the distance. "I don't... Want to hurt... Any of you... SO GIVE EM UP, NOW!" Yogu puts his hand out in their general direction and a massive ball of ki forms in his hand. "SERIOUSLY, I'M ONLY GIVING ONE KAI DAMNED WARNING!"
OOC: Not exactly the entrance you were expecting, huh?
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Post by Oboe on May 16, 2019 14:41:48 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 156,000 Total power level: 52,000
Oboe smiled and nodded in turn to each of the pair that had shown up unexpectedly. Flip Fortuna, Captain of The Big Gamble and his Liason, Casca – a Saiyan from who knew where. By the words of the young man, Guru had discerned that the pair had come looking for what they’d hoped had been an unclaimed Dragon Ball. This revelation came to no surprise to the Guru of Namek as he’d already met with the pair and heard their desires and wants for himself. The young lady’s desire to bring her family back to the land of the living had been a worthwhile goal and as such Oboe had indeed agreed to work with them to accomplish this goal so long as he could. The young woman came to embrace him, and of course Oboe – in his kind mannerisims – returned the embrace before stepping back and offering a smile. She was a bit odious, that was to be sure – a mixture of sweat, dirt and liquor – but there was something else about her that caused him to pause. Had something happened? She seemed concerned as she kept darting her gaze to and fro as if expecting something…or someone. “A pity, it seems your device just brought you to me. Still! A welcome sight nonetheless, hello again Mr. Flip, Ms. Casc-“ As he regarded the young lady, and her words, his eyes widened and then crossed into concern as a soft voice uttered out; “Fine, might have told someone to meet us here. I think that’s him”. As the energy in the East approached, Oboe’s senses suddenly were screaming in fear as the power fast approaching eclipsed the gathered party by a large amount. In the distance, trails of energy could be seen flying upward towards space. The fear became more and more palpable. Had Violence finally found its way back to the Green Gemstone? “Give me the Dragon Baaaaaaaaaalls!” came a voice from afar. Shifting his view, Oboe reached out further with his unique sensory system and felt out once more for the source of this power. Though it was somewhat familiar, there was a shifting polarity to the energy, a malevolence that swiftly shifted back to kindness and back into destruction. This was no ordinary visitor and soon the Namekian would come face to face with the source. Landing before them in a heap, the young man whom he’d met not long ago, Om-Yogu, seemed to be the source of such ministrations. Before he could greet the man however, his body would warp and twist, bubbling and surging with violence and hate before returning to his normal visage. This was bad. Whispering softly to the other two, he made it clear there was no room for arguments. “Get behind me. Now.” The kindness that was normally evident had vanished completely. There was a stone coldness to his tone, as if a switch had been flipped. Eyes narrowing, energy rising, Oboe began to let his power out little by little. If either the Saiyan or the young man could sense power – a great warm radiance would overtake them. It wasn’t as impressive or suffocating as the other mans, but Oboe’s true nature – his true power as the Guardian of his world – was indeed something to behold. With the right sort of vision, the right connection to their own energy, one may even make out the energy as if it were a golden, miniaturized version of Porunga wrapping itself around the Namekian’s body and towering above him in his great glory. Reaching out cautiously, his hands extending out towards Yogu, Oboe called to the man – his voice soft, tinted with warmth and kindness. There was a healing element to his words, a great mystical power that he’d mastered over his many years of training. He hoped that he’d be able to get through to the man in this strangely berserk like state. He’d heard the man say he doesn’t want to hurt them. He heard that it was a warning, but Oboe was confident he could get through to him. With a friendly and concerned look, Oboe spoke; “M-Mr. Yogu! P-Please, calm yourself. We’re not your enemies!” Gazing at the man, he continued as realization began to kick in from their previous conversation. “..remember? I’m Guru. I’m here to help you with the influence stuck within you, the one you called Monster. Let me help you! Please…try and find yourself, I beg of you; I do not wish to nor want to defend myself from you…please don’t make me. Just breathe, relax…listen to my voice…” The Namekian would continue this way for a time, his words soft and chosen wisely in sequence to portray the maximum amount of concern and care one could grant another. He’d hoped the magic enhanced influence would help him in these regards, but as a novice Guru – he wasn’t quite so sure the effect would take hold. Still, he had to try and disarm this situation without violence as best he could; He could only hope the pair behind him would heed his warning and stand behind him – lacking any desire to engage themselves. Hidden behind his comments, a soft gleam would overtake his visage, translucent and nearly unseen as the Sage of Oros prepared his strongest defense. If any of them attacked, Oboe knew, It’d be over.
Transformed to Great Namekian (52,000 x3 = 156,000)
Activated Gigun: Gajō (VB3) Sustained to Prepare for any attacks
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Post by Ochra on May 16, 2019 14:53:56 GMT -6
[Wrong account. Remove 219 exp]
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 16, 2019 14:56:01 GMT -6
Well, it was good to see that they weren't bothering the Guru in any way. Even with Casca somewhat hung over, she was able to keep herself in check. Though there was something that caught his attention. Someone was coming? Who? What had Casca done behind his back? His question was then quickly answered by an approaching power level, one stronger than either of them here. That power was followed by a slurred shouting, and then, out of the sky, a wreck of a man fell to the earth, screaming for them to hand over the dragon balls. Dammit, just what the hell had Casca been up to? Oboe immediately picked up on the severity of the situation, asking the pair of them to get behind him, and then his true power came out. This was a power they had not sensed before. The Guru of Namek was a lot stronger than they had anticipated. Good for them, since his power was now on par with this rambling man, who looked like he was about to pick a fight any minute now. "Friend of yours Casca?" Flip murmured softly to his partner, holding her arm tightly to keep her by his side. This was a very dangerous situation, and it was NOT the time for any rash actions. Casca |
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Post by Casca on May 16, 2019 17:27:20 GMT -6
"Will They, or Won't They?"
“ Yup, that’s Yogu alright,” the young Saiyan announced. “ He’s an Earth raised Konatsian, and boy, does he have a story for you,” she said in response to the Guru’s surge in power. The Namekians power increased at such a rapid rate, Casca second guessed if what she promised the oncoming youth was more than Oboe was capable of. Casca wondered what was the big deal as she was ushered behind the boys. “ Guys, he’s with me. I invited him here,” she said as she struggled against her teammate’s hold. Now fighting a battle on two fronts, Flip and her head, the young Saiyan tried to reason with her comrades. “ He’s here for the same reason we are, he needs our help,” or so she wished. Summiting to her precursors’ will, the Saiyan decided to stay put. “ Seriously, he’s not a bad guy after he get’s to talking.” Believing she wasn’t being taken seriously, Casca removed her Two-Star Dragon Ball from its hiding place. “ He’s determined. Witnessed the scars,” Casca referred to Yogu’s battle torn body from bar before. She then remembered him recanting being almost literally torn in two over the years. “ Why can’t we hear him out?” Casca somehow heard Yogu's approach over the ringing in her ears while she stared into the faces' of her friends, knowing, deep down, if things did get ugly, she’d take a bullet for all three of them. Yup, Yogu included. Everyone had or was running from a demon, some people's just lived closer to home. |
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Post by Om-Yogu on May 16, 2019 22:35:33 GMT -6
As expected, the Guru immediately tried to diffuse the situation. Going on about how they were friends, and that he was going to help him fight Monster. Yogu knew now that any attempts aside from the Dragon Balls were going to be in vain. That's what he kept telling himself. " If Chime couldn't get rid of Monster, who else can do it aside from the Dragon?" Oboe tries to make Yogu relax and focus on his voice. Monster chimes up, " Hey. Hey Yogu. This guy isn't your friend. He's trying to manipulate you into giving up your Dragon Ball. He's using his Guru magicks to influence your mind. I can tell, cause I know alllll about magic." Yogu's facade fades away for a moment. " H-He wouldn't do that..." " You don't have to believe me. After all, why should you trust me? I should be trying to make sure you DON'T get the Dragon Balls, right?" Monster was right, shouldn't he be the one lying and manipulating Yogu into not getting the Dragon Balls? Wouldn't he want him to trust Oboe in this case, to lower the chance of him being erased? " SHUT UP! DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO YOU, SHITHEAD!" Yogu screams at the powered up Namekian. He took a quick survey of the power of the people he was fighting. A Saiyan, some human looking guy, and the Guru of Namek. He could take them if it came to that. He could do it. He'd kill them if he had to. Right? Tears began to well up in his eyes at the thought. " I-I don't want to do it... No..." " You want to get rid of me, right? You'll have to get the dragon balls if you want me gone." He knew Monster was right. If Chime couldn't help him, how was Guru supposed to do it? What did the Guru have that Chime didn't? " JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN BALLS ALREADY! Wh-What the hell do you need 'em so bad for anyways?! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME DAMN IT! YOU CAN'T HELP ME! THE DRAGON BALLS ARE THE ONLY WAY I'M GOING HOME!" Yogu fires off the ball of ki, just in front of Oboe and the group behind him. " That's gonna be my only warning shot! SO JUST HAND THEM OVER ALREADY!" Tears are streaming down his face at this point, his face is a dark red. Then, a battle breaks out in his mind. " DO IT YOGU! KILL THEM! KILL THEM AND TAKE THE DRAGON BALLS!" " No! I-I can't... Th-That's not ri-" " RIGHT?! WE'RE FAR BEYOND WHAT'S RIGHT AND WHAT'S NOT NOW! WE'VE KILLED PEOPLE! WHAT'S THREE MORE?!" " That wasn't me! I-I didn't have any control then! JUST SHUT UP!" " KILL THEM YOGU! DO IT!" "NO!" "I SAID DO IT!" Yogu screams out, " I SAID NO!" Then the next thing he knows, he's in front of Oboe, and swinging a fully charged Ki Overdrive. What Yogu didn't know what was happening, was that he had landed and his power doubled. And that he had started marching forward in a haze. While he marched, his form changed. He grew taller, and his skin became pale. His ears became long and pointed. His entire appearance changed into that of a young Konatsian warrior. One with an evil glint in his eyes. His right hand was crackling with pure energy. A blinding spire of light surrounded him and all of those around him, and it was clearly visible for miles. It was like the Kais themselves had torn a hole through the green sky of Namek. The wind whipped around them wildly, and any Namek wildlife that was around was running away as fast as they could now. Then, everything fell silent and the light disappeared. The wind stopped. The only thing of note was the tiny glimmer of light at the knuckle of Yogu's fist. When it made contact with Oboe, it's as if a massive bomb is set off. All of that energy that had created that spire of flames had condensed into his knuckle and exploded out on impact. " N-No... I-I didn't mean it... That wasn't supposed to happen... NO!" What the hell did Yogu just do? It was like he didn't have any control over his actions. " Hook. Line. And sinker." "Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BACK BAAAABY!"
OOC: And Yogu falls apart in one post.
Yogu uses [MA3] Final Ki Overdrive on Oboe! It Deals 439,500 PL Damage! INTENT TO KILL.
KP Total: 3/3 => 0/3
EDIT: Yogu transformed into his x3 form before using his MA3, forgot to put that in the OOC section. His PL is now 439,500 |
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Post by Oboe on May 17, 2019 9:37:41 GMT -6
Oboe’s eyes widened as he realized his words were having no effect. Chancing a quick glance behind him, he nodded to the other two as if to express his desire for them to run. The growing malevolence within the man known as Om-Yogu became more substantial. He could physically See through his senses as the nature of the man became more and more conflicted. The crackling energy was released upon him with reckless abandon, the fist slamming against the field of energy with sparks flying in every direction.
Oboe yelped in pain as the Barrier did its best to withhold the awesome might of the attack. With teeth grit, focus firmly planted on the mission at hand, Oboe would yell out to the other whom had attacked him, his last hope was that his words would make it through. Still, even as the sentences left his lips, he knew it was most likely fruitless. It was this time, first hand, that Oboe would experience the sheer savagery of the Outside Races. This was not Nashua. This was not Tarch or Ochra. This was the threat his people would face if the Dragon Balls were alive.
“Don’t do this Mr. Yogu! Even if you don’t believe I Can help you – GRAH! – If I die Nothing can help you! If you kill me, you kill the Dragon Balls and then there will be nothing to grant your Wishes!”
This was the truth, a secret that he’d done everything in his power to keep to himself out of fear of the abuse others would inflict upon him to get to his kinsmen. In the face of such wickedness, such evil intent – regardless of whether the boy was in control or not – had placed him in a position of much difficulty. Staring into the eyes of the man attacking him, he wasn’t even sure if his words had made it through.
With a powerful backlash of power, cracks formed in the field of protection before suddenly shattering with a powerful expulsion of force. A blinding flash engulfed the area as the Guru of Namek was thrown backwards quite a way, his body being tossed about upon the surface of the world like a ragdoll in the trash. Darkness crept within his vision as consciousness flittered. Though he had given it everything he had, his protection had been insufficient. His mind was hovering there when he thought he might die. The very real fact that he might die terrified him.
Golden light hummed from his disheveled form as the wounds he’d just sustained began to knit back together. His people’s knack for Regeneration kicked in as he felt a large quantity of the damage he’d received reverse. Still – he was weakened by much and the very thought of remaining in this area was inadequate to him. Chancing a Glance to the foreigners, he whispered softly;
“I’m Sorry…I cannot help any of you.”
Without hesitation, Oboe would engulf himself in weak flames before exploding with speed and racing off towards the Horizon – Dragon Ball in tow. He had much to think of. Perhaps he would give the next person who came the Dragon Ball free of issue, but he couldn’t remain here. He had to escape if not for himself then for his people. This fruitless endeavor had end. There was to be no peace here with outsiders.
Oboe was able to hold the attack off for a short time but the majority of it bled through and sent the Namekian flying backwards Near Death
Before he could die however, his Racial Trait activates - REGENERATION!! Heals up to 100% of my Power Level once per thread.
Still wounded badly and needing to heal more, Oboe Attempts to Leave Thread, with his Dragon Ball sitting on the ground where he was. Four Star Ball Left.
Exit DE[/i]
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 17, 2019 10:33:10 GMT -6
It was painfully clear that there was no reasoning with this guy. Mentally unstable folks like that could not be talked down from whatever manic determination they had. And that became more and more obvious when the crazed man walked up to Oboe, transforming before their very eyes, and launching a powerful blow right at the Guru. Flip could only watch in horror as the attack blasted through the Namekian's barrier and effectively engulfed him. Did...this maniac seriously just kill the Guru!?
Fortunately, as the smoke cleared, it seemed that Oboe had survived, though horribly messed up. Thank kami for the Namekian's ability to regenerate. Oboe had tried to reach him, and had failed. And who knew what this maniac would do? Oboe seemed to have the right idea, taking off, and leaving them alone with the lunatic.
It was then that Flip came to a decision.
"Oh fuck this."
No Dragon Balls were worth this. While Casca had her heart set on getting her family back, Flip wanted to make sure Casca remained alive. He quickly turned to her. "Ditch the balls! We're getting out of here!" Leaving the ball he had collected behind, Flip took off, expecting Casca to follow him. Why the blue hell had Casca invited this maniac here!?
DE exit. Leaving the 5 star ball.
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Typha
Administrator
PL: 232,000
Pale Rose (x4P); Holy Rose (x14T); Mastered Holy Rose (x17T)
Tag: @yokubo
Posts: 857 
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Post by Typha on May 17, 2019 12:20:39 GMT -6
Typha Radar blinked to life. He had been tracking the dragonballs for a week now. The first time he picked one up he had to oversleep. By the time he got to the spot whoever had it had left. This one he'd not be late for. He'd took another yawn as he walked following the radar. It seemed to be quite close. He could see a shrine up ahead when his scouter blinked to life. His Ki sense was on high alert too. He sensed so many people around were others on the hunt. Yet he sensed one haunting one, the faint flicker of a monster. Typha grabbed his blade. "Oh, that's not good." Typha closed his good eye before he flew over. When he arrived he saw four people, two of them he didn't know.
The two he didn't know didn't seem to be that strong. The other two, however, seemed to be strong and he had met them before. One of them was Oboe, he was a Namekian sage. The other person was who he was worried about. He could see Yogu was swinging a full force attack as he flew down "Yogu no." He'd reached out for this Ocarina. The thing was still damaged from his last fight with Monster. He had forgotten to get a new one. He assumed the beast had been fully ripped from the boy. How foolish he had been. Yet he was too late to do anything as Oboe hit him with a powerful blow. He'd landed looking towards Oboe. He seemed to be alive and was leaving his Dragonball. Same with one of the others who was fleeing without the ball. He'd picked up both the four-star and five-star Dragonball. "I assume you did that Monster. Yogu, not the type to do that." He'd glared at Yogu. "If Monster in there tell him to go hiding before I rip him out with my bare hands."
He'd looked as Casca. "You! You're the last one left. Take the dragonballs and move it. Go and protect them. Leaving without them is not an option. If you want to help Yogu you'll need them. I would say try to call the Kingdom, Tell them Typha prince of Konats, ask one last favor from Kayen. To make sure Namek is safe." He'd attempt to throw the dragonballs towards her as he yanked his sword flicking it at Yogu. "Untill we cool you down, I can't trust you with the dragonballs Yogu. I am sorry that it has to come to this. You are of Konatsian blood. I have to protect you, even from yourself." He'd narrowed his good eye and planted his feet. "You won't be stepping past me Monster. That is a promise I'll keep with all the strength I can muster." He needed to make sure that Yogu didn't chase. He'd swung his sword forward a blast of ki flying out "That an order girl gets those balls and move it. If you're not carrying them I'll take your life right now!" He had no intention of letting Monster get his hands on them.
Typha has Jumped in to fight. Powerlevel:86,000. Pale Rose Powerlevel:344,000. Ordering Cassa to grab the Four and Five star Dragonball and book it with them. To Make sure Yogu/Monster does not advance on her he uses N1: Ki Slash- Typha Adds his Own Ki and swings his blade with more force.Does 33 Percent Damage. Powerlevel:114,666
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Post by Casca on May 17, 2019 20:11:31 GMT -6
"Will They, Won't They?" “ It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Casca whispered as she listened to Flip say his goodbyes. Dropping her Dragon Ball into the dirt, the young Saiyan stared at her open hands as she began to question what she was doing here. How could she be so naïve? Eyes growing heavy, Casca saw the faces from her past. She saw the members of her family, felt their embrace, their love. What would her mother say? Proceed on? Nothing means more than family? What would her father say — her siblings. “ I’m sorry,” she whimpered to herself as the tears rolled down her face. Thinking of everyone she’s recently met, Casca lost control in her legs. Her reunion with Flip. The hospitality of Sensoa Ghoun. The patience of the Guru, Oboe. The Saiyan Prince and the World Trade Fleet General. The man in camo. “ I’ve failed,” she admitted. Was it all really all for nothing? “ Yugo, no.” Hearing a voice, Casca managed a look. “ Pepsi,” she questioned as the Konatsian warrior touched down between her and the monster. “ I thought you were —,” the young Saiyan for a moment lost track of reality, believing the Konatsian was someone from her past. The man’s bark broke Casca from her despair, giving her permission to live again. “ The Kingdom, Typha, Kayen. Got it,” the Saiyan juggled the names as she was thrown her two teammates’ lost treasure. Sensing the urgency in Typha’s voice, Casca picked up the last of their three Dragon Balls and began her escape. “ I will find a way,” the woman mentioned out loud as she took to the sky knowing full well that Typha was the only reason she was alive.
Thread PL: 24,000 OCC: Trying to leave with the Two/Four/Five-Star Dragon Balls under Typha's supervision! Somehow |
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Post by Om-Yogu on May 17, 2019 22:13:31 GMT -6
Everything was falling apart so quickly. Yogu's entire world was crumbling in a matter of seconds. The people that were going to help him, and the people he was going to help. And he attacked them. Why? " You know damn well why you idiot. You got tricked by me. Because you're a daft idiot. You played right into my hand, Yogu. Now shush up, the adults are talking." Yogu then loses complete control of his body yet again, but this time he's fully aware of what was happening. Oboe had run away before Yogu had a chance to plead with him to stay and help him. The man he hadn't talked to at all ran off, calling after the blue-haired Saiyan, whose name turned out to be Casca, to come with him. Yogu knew what was going to come next. She'd leave, and Yogu would never see her again. Guru would want nothing to do with him and would never make contact with him again. And he had a feeling the human would also avoid him like the plague. He was all alone yet again, with the Dragon Balls. He had gotten what he wanted by succumbing to greed and temptation. At the cost of handing it all over to his literal demons. This was out of his control now. And just as Yogu had given up all hope of rectifying his mistakes, Typha came down, like an angel descending down from the heavens. He declares that he'll rip Monster out with his bare hands, which makes the one in control of Yogu's body snicker. " A little late on the arrival, eh Princeling? You're actually speaking to the one and only right now! What was that about ripping me out with your bare hands? Heh heh heh..." Typha tells Casca to take the Dragon Balls and contact the Kingdom to get help. " Ya know, don't ya think getting those monkey-brained fools over at the Kingdom to help you out is a little much? Is the great big PRINCE OF KONATS scared of the big bad Monster? And do you really think she'll be able to contact the Saiyans? I could speed past you and squash her like a bug as if it's NOTHING! SEE I'LL PROVE IT! COME HERE YOU APE!" Monster tries to move forward and squash Casca like a bug, but he can't. His feet don't move. It's like he's being tied to the ground beneath him by some unseen force. " What the hell? What's goin on here... YOGU!" Typha showing up sparked a fire inside Yogu. One that was determined to stop Monster here and now. If he couldn't contain the beast himself, the least he could do was ensure he didn't add three more Dragon Balls to his collection and end another innocent life. It was the least he can do, after what he just did. The next thing that Monster knows, a big blast of ki launches from Typha's sword. And with Monster not being able to move, he takes the full force of the attack. He's knocked back and rolls across the ground. He jumps back off the ground and to his feet, now sporting a hole in his side. " ...Ya know what, I'll admit it. You got balls, Princeling. I'm the source of bedtime stories that have kept up little children on Konats for generations. I've killed hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of your kind. And yet here you stand before me, alone. With nothing but a sword. Ya know, if we weren't on some backwater planet filled with plant hillbillies, I'd even say the image of you staring down a beast created to literally annihilate your kind would go down in the history books for ages." Monster cracks his knuckles and rips off Yogu's jacket. " Too bad you're gonna end up dying on this shit hole of a planet! And I thought Konats was bad, sheesh. Can't wait to make my wish then blow this place up! I'll probably head off and pay my old home a visit. ...Not Earth, if I wasn't being clear. Konats. I'm gonna blow up Konats. Hehehe! Look at me, I gots me a plan and everything! Alright, let's hurry this up. I got THINGS to do! Like track down the blue-haired monkey!" He tries to sense her energy, but she's too far away now. " That's a shame. Guess I can just rip your radar offa your cold, dead corpse to hunt down the rest of these damn things. So ya ready to die! Time to take my TRUE FORM! HAHAHAHAH- Wait, where's the Demon body? Where's the big power boost?" " If I can't stop you myself... And now that everyone's safely out of the way... I'm gonna weaken you as much as possible! KICK HIS ASS, TYPHA!" He knew the Konatsian couldn't hear them, but he had a feeling his message was felt loud and clear by Monster not being able to transform. " Well shit. That damn brat... DOESN'T MATTER! I still got the leg up in this form! COME AND GET THAT DEATH YOU SEEM TO BE CRAVING, PRINCE OF KONATS! I'M HERE TO SATISFY! JUST REMEMBER YOU DON'T HAVE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE HERE TO PROTECT YOU ANYMORE!"
OOC: Monster takes the full damage of [A1] Ki slash! He takes a total of 26% PL Damage!
KP: 0/3 => 1/3
Total PL Damage: 26%
Oboe, Flip, and Casca are free from this DE!
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Post by Typha on May 18, 2019 13:42:52 GMT -6
"It was a threat I intend to keep unless you go slinking back." Typha pointed the blade up as the ki flew out from his earlier attack. He had to hope Yogu had some control over his body. If Monster reached his true form then he was doomed. Right now he had confidence he could win this fight but he had to be sure. If he lost the dragonballs needed to be away from here. The girl said a name but he didn't know who it was. "I can't say I know who that is just get moving." she seemed to listen and grabbed the dragonballs and flew up with them. The wind blew as he knew she should be safe. Monster didn't have the strength right now to get past him. The force he hit Oboe with him made him think so anyway, he must have used a lot of his strength.
"Scared of Monster? No Monster, being scared is not weakness. Fear is one's greatest strength. As I said though, you won't get past me. Fear won't hold my blade, the only thing that can stop its swing is my death. So do your worst." Typha got ready as Monster seemed ready to move but he was too slow and knocked away by his slash. It had wounded him but he also knew it was not enough to stop the demon. "You've killed hundred of my kind, thousands even? I made a mistake and killed millions." He'd pointed the blade the point tipped towards Monster heart. "Speaking of how many people you killed only makes you more likely to have your life ended with my blade. So I'd suggest curbing that tounge before it gets you into any more trouble."
Typha frowned the more Monster spoke. "You won't be tracking anyone as I said Monster. I'm putting an end to you here and now." Of course, that would not happen most likely. He just need to stall for time, let her get as far as possible. Find someone to protect them, he tried to sense a high power across Namek. Nothing but Monster and him it seemed. Then he called he was going to transform. Typha reached for his Ocarina. It may be broken but maybe he could at least hold him at bay a second or two longer. Yet the power boost never came. Something had happened it seemed that was not aware of, Monster could not reach his full strength. Guess he had a fighting chance.
Their powers were close enough, though he was at the disadvantage still, despite the man not even being 1/5th of his true strength. Typha feet shifted in the grass his good eye narrowed. "I don't need five people to fight. I can do it myself." Typha wondered how Monster had even come back the way he did. He should have been ripped out. Maybe the ritual went array after, he never did check up on him. It was his error to assume Chime could handle it. Smart as the Namek was, he doubted anyone understands the danger Monster was. Sweat fell from the side of his face when he made his move. Typha kicked off the grass his sword raised up to reflect the sun's light in an attempt to blind monster then he swung around a barrage of blows coming in an attempt to cut Monster with his blade.
Kp:3/3
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