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Post by Duran on Jun 25, 2019 3:56:39 GMT -6
He'd looked far and wide, but there was only fire. This damned landscape reminded him too much of his final moments on Plant's Capital, on that fateful night well over two thousand years ago. Ravaged by battle, riddled with flame and magma, all Duran could see was the burning rubble of the Tuffle Capital. The reminder pained him greatly, although strangely the Android couldn't help himself but travel further and further into the Volcanic wasteland. Perhaps it was an odd sense of familiarity that brought him so far, and that same desire for something familiar drove him further and further. His gunblade dragged across the blackened, rocky wastes. Stifled and raggy breaths came from the Android as he continued to travel. His body was in rough shape, worse off than when he met that damned Saiyan during his landing. Duran had suffered a humiliating defeat at his hands, failed the task that was given to him in his race's final moments...All because he underestimated the ape! The Android balled his hand into a tight fist. His eyes shook in rage, in powerlessness! Here he was now, stranded on an unknown planet with no way of escaping. No way of communicating with the outside world...And no allies. Duran looked around the volcanic wastes, only to be reminded again and again...
There was no one.
He was alone.As the fires of the Northern Scar raged around him, Duran felt his entire body tremble with indescribable anger. Distant volcanoes erupted, and the very ground shifted and broke from under him. The broken Android looked at the dark skies, and let out a desperate and loud scream that echoed out for miles on end. Whatever little power remained in him fluctuated and exploded from within, cracking the ground below as a faint aura surrounded the Android, his body instinctively releasing the Destron Gas that his core was building. Duran continued to scream and howl, seemingly to no end. Life was cruel to everyone, and Duran knew that too well. Although, in his eyes, his life had ended long ago. He had been dead for a long time now, and it seemed that even in 'death' he was destined to suffer.
And this?
This was his personal hell.
Duran's PL: 500Ashis |
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Post by Ashis on Jun 25, 2019 4:15:17 GMT -6
The distant rumbling of volcanos and the firey smell of magma and ash filled Ashis with a certain amount of glee. This place was basically hell, so essentially it was as if he was home for the first time in ages.
He'd let out a slight sigh, taking everything in and he paced the desolate wastelands- "Oh gee... what a peaceful day.. why- i doubt anything could distract me from what a wonderful day i'm having right about no-" suddenly, the piercing sound of screaming enveloped him- shattering the quiet peacefulness of the landscape destroying itself.
"... wow, my day just got a hell of a lot better!" Ashis giggled, prancing right along over to the origin of that gut-wrenching screech. When he'd arrived, he found a FUCKING HARDCORE ROBOT DUDE with sick prosthetics.
"Holy smokes! look at that hunk" he'd quickly comment, before continuing on over to the wailing tuffle-. Before arriving, his trickster instincts would begin acting up and forcibly changing his facial expression from "utmost glee" to "hey man you feeling alright?".
Upon arriving, Ashis tapped the android on his non-robotic shoulder- "Hey man, you alright? You were screaming pretty loud there..." he'd ask, his voice impeccably sorrowful as he spoke, and his face irrefutably "kind and caring". |
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Post by Duran on Jun 25, 2019 4:56:58 GMT -6
Duran truly believed that his cry of despair wouldn't attract anyone. After all, he was alone to the bitter end, no?
Be it sheer mockery that the universe itself placed on him, though, he was quickly proven wrong. Because when wasn't he? The Android's long and drawn-out cry of despair was quickly cut short as he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. Almost immediately, Duran's head snapped backwards, eye wide with rage and killer intent as it stared deep into the Demon before him. Duran's battle-hardened instincts made it so that he wasn't a fan of being approached from his blind spot, yet when he saw the Demon's expression of remorse and care, Duran's softened up.
For a moment, Duran didn't reply to the stranger's question. It was good to know he wasn't alone, not physically, at least. But he simply couldn't muster the will to respond. Not yet. Instead, the Android listened to the surrounding volcanic outbursts and crackling fire. All Duran saw in this place was death and destruction...Something all too familiar for him.
And that is when the Android exhaled softly.
''...This place. It brings back...The worst of memories.'' Duran finally spoke, turning to face the demonic stranger. Despite his appearance, he seemed caring and kind enough. Perhaps too caring and kind. The Android held a firm stance, ready to counteract if Ashis decided to attack him. Duran still found himself on an unknown, potentially hostile planet after all. He could never be too careful.
His head turned sideways for a moment, staring at a distant volcano as it spewed smoke and lava. Silently, he turned back. ''This planet seemed so quiet and tranquil at first. Although here, there is only fire and ash.'' Duran spoke aloud, moreso thinking aloud.
''Do you know where I am, stranger?'' The Android asked him, his one organic eye washing over with a strange melancholy. His tone was that of genuine confusion. Like a lost dog trying to find it's home, Duran truly felt...Well, like that. Lost.
Duran gazed at his robotic hand, clenching and un-clenching it thoughtlessly. ''Not long ago, I ran into a Saiya-jin on this planet...Of all places! Do you happen to know anything about their business here? I must know.'' There was a sense of urgency and ominousness to Duran's tone. He needed to know something, anything. He felt so confused, so lost and overwhelmed by the boundless changed the universe underwent during those 2000 years...It was all too much.
One thing was for certain, though. Cruelty and unjustness that was rubbed in his from face the moment he landed here.
During those two thousand years...The Saiyans continued to live. Stained by blood and genocide, they continued to thrive.
THEY WERE THRIVING.
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Post by Ashis on Jun 26, 2019 3:20:36 GMT -6
Ashis patiently waited, Duran seemingly deciding to take his sweet time before actually speaking. Finally- he explained that the world brought bad memories for him- which Ashis didnt quite understand, though that was probably because of his inherent fondness towards chaotic places.
"... Where are we? No clue" Ashis stated bluntly, crossing his arms and shifting his head around as if he was thinking deeply, when in reality he didnt really care. Soon after, Duran would speak once more- But this time was different. Perhaps it was just Ashis's malicous and magical nature, but he could feel the shift in tone- in attitude as Duran continued.
~. . . . Oh . . . seem's that this guy isnt too fond of those saiya-jin folk- fu fu fu . . .~ Ashis mentally noted, not letting his amusement show as he listened to Duran. ". . . The saiyans? Yeah they seem to be arriving in droves nowadays" Ashis started- "I don't know too much about it, but seem's that they're after something called the *Dragonballs*. . . dunno why though" He'd finish, scratching his chin as he looked on at the robotic tuffle.
Something was bothering Ashis- Maybe it was just his magical instinct, but he felt a certain sense of nostalgia coming from the android. If any of his lives had taught him something- it was that he should always explore these sort of instincts, and so he did- ". . . By the way, it seems like you really hate those saiyan guys- why is that?" he'd question, a look of genuine curiosity washing over his face as he spoke. |
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Post by Duran on Jun 26, 2019 6:09:04 GMT -6
Duran looked down at the shake in his hand. It trembled violently as he simply stood there in cold silence. The Android looked calm and collected on the outside, yet it was the sort of 'calm and collected' you'd see from a killer deadset on eliminating his target. Cold, determined rage.
He sighed discreetly at the Demon's nonchalant answer, it was a shame he too didn't know where they were, but there was little use in getting upset over it. ''Fair enough.'' The Android replied back, dissatisfied.
In the brief moment of silence between them, Duran once again noted his surroundings. It seemed that the more he traveled in this direction, the more hellish the landscape became. The Android didn't even know what direction he was heading, or where he was going in the first place. North, South, East, West? There was no way to tell. Usually, he'd be able to tell based on where the sun would set and rise...But ofcourse, this planet had THREE suns.
Because he wasn't already unlucky enough...
However, the demonic stranger did seem to have some interesting information for Duran. And while it pained him to hear it, it directly involved the Saiyans and their activity. His hunch was correct, it seemed; the Saiyans were indeed thriving, and had been expanding their reach across the universe. Apparently, they had now set their sights on this planet- whatever it's name may be. Their goal? These...'Dragonballs'.
''Was one planet not enough, Saiya-jin...?'' Duran whispered viciously under his breath, robotic hand clenching into a tight fist. The Android gazed at the ground for a brief second, brow furrowed and his eye narrowed in anger. His hatred toward the Saiyans was more than obvious, it seemed, as Ashis quickly commented on it.
Immediately, the Android looked up at the demonic stranger, and scoffed. ''It is not your concern.'' He simply stated, his one organic eye narrowing further. He couldn't trust this stranger with his origin and who he once was. If word spread out that the Tuffles had returned, the Saiyans would sooner or later hear of it...And the Tuffles would die their second death.
''They have wronged my people, as I'm certain they have wronged many others. That is all.'' Duran stated bluntly, obviously keeping a lot of his story under the rug. He wasn't quick to trust others, he never was. Let alone now, when his race was on the brink of extinction.
One thing remained on his mind, however. These...'Dragonballs'. Whatever they were, they were important enough to catch the Saiyans' attention, and make them travel all the way here to obtain them. What if they could provide him a way to strike back against the Saiyan threat? He simply had to know more...
''These 'Dragonballs' you speak of, stranger. What do you know of them? If what you say is true, then they must hold an immense amount of power...''
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Post by Ashis on Jun 27, 2019 4:21:26 GMT -6
Ashis let out a sigh as he heard Duran's response, dropping his "nice guy" facade for the briefest of moments. He figured that maybe Duran would've opened up to him and satisfied his curiosity, but it appeared that Duran wasnt too keen on giving him anything of interest.
"So be it. . ." he scoffed, putting his arms at his side as Duran continued to talk.
~Whatever...~ Ashis decided to drop the matter for now, letting his mischievous take over as Duran probed into the matter of the dragonballs further. Now, letting his facade drop entirely- Ashis would reply to Duran's inquiry.
"No fuckin clue droid boy- Just heard some guys talking about it. Something about granting wishes? Dunno- seems like alot of balogna to me" he'd shrug, a sly smile stretching across his face as he stared at the android.
". . . But y'know . . ." Ashis started, a devious idea quickly making its way into his head- "Dont you think you should be more careful who you talk to about this kindof stuff?" He'd start, a devilish grin washing over his face- "After all . . . I am an officer for the United Saiyan Alliance!!" Ashis yelled, dramatically holding his hand out and powering up. Within the span of a few seconds, a small ball of energy would form in his palm, facing out towards Duran.
"Now then, if you want to live- i'd suggest you start talking! WHO ARE YOU!!- are you a danger to the alliance?" He'd yell. Obviously though, Ashis was just bluffing. In truth, trying to act like he was even in the slightest sympathetic to Duran was extremely tiring, and he'd decided to take a much more "fun" approach to satisfying his curiosity. If Duran just so happened to retaliate, well then that just meant that Ashis would get to consume yet another soul.
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Post by Duran on Jun 27, 2019 6:44:09 GMT -6
For a moment, Duran's brow furrowed even further. The demonic stranger's tone and expression had shifted entirely. Concern and friendliness twisted into their opposites; disconcern and apathy. The Android scoffed verbally once Ashis shrugged. Someone that looked as shifty as him didn't deserve any trust, and it seemed Duran's hunch was correct. Although, Duran himself didn't even realize to what extent...Until it was too late. A suspicious look washed over his features as the Demon asked an ominous question. ''...What do you mean?'' Duran replied in a low tone, eye narrowing as it gazed right at Ashis. Suddenly, the stranger yelled out, his sudden declaration of allegiance toward the Saiyans enough to send Duran's instincts into overdrive. Immediately, his limbs tensed up, the Destron Core within him generating more power and gas; Combat felt imminent!
Duran remained motionless as the orb of Ki was aimed directly at his face- had he acted directly, he would've been blasted in the face. Instead, the Android waited patiently, holding his ground like a statue as a hate-filled glare drilled into the Demon's eyes. Once the stranger had grown silent, Duran hummed lowly, suspiciously. The initial shock might've alerted him, but Duran spent his entire life studying the Saiyans. Their habits, their culture...Their flaws. It was second nature to him. Eerily natural.
After all...He had Saiyan blood.
''United Saiyan Alliance?'' Duran repeated the words, his tone mocking. ''...Don't make me laugh.'' His words cut the air like steel, voice morphed and his tone intimidating.
Without warning, Duran batted away the Demon's palm, and raised the sharp rusted edge of his gunblade toward Ashis' throat. This was not a bluff, Duran was fearless toward the danger this stranger possessed. He had faced death once already- what was this stranger in the eyes of death itself?
''The Saiyans would never work with a deceiving, cowardly monstrosity like yourself.'' The Android's tone grew colder and colder, his one organic eye unblinking as it continued to stare at the stranger. ''Their pride knows no limits. They work with none but themselves, and know only STRENGTH.'' Duran's eye widened further.
''You have no honor- they would SKIN YOU ALIVE.''
Duran paused, only for a moment. The silent tension that hung in the air was sharp enough to cut through the toughest of steel. ''Now...-'' Duran spoke, aiming to press the edge of his gunblade against Ashi's throat. ''Speak the truth, or begone from my sight!'' The Android shouted. ''One more lie and I will paint these lands with your blood!'' Duran hissed violently, pressing his weaponized arm harder against the Demon's throat. A strange, toxic gas began to leak from several parts of his body, spreading across the immediate area. Destron, created from hatred itself.
''Who are you?''
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Post by Ashis on Jul 2, 2019 1:46:31 GMT -6
"Ohhhh scarry!" Ashis would scoff amusingly, the Tuffle almost immediately calling him out on his bluff. "That's a bit mean dont ya think?" He'd reply, the tuffle beginning to act overly aggressive, and pressing the tip of their gun's blade against his throat. "Woah there..." he'd mutter, a sly smile ever present on his face.
Strangely, a gas would begin to emit from the droids body, causing Ashis to raise a brow. He wouldnt think too long on it, however, as he'd quickly be yelled again, this time his own question being reversed onto him. "Who am I??..." he'd chuckle- "Well, it'd take me quite a while to explain. There's alot of plotholes and little intricacies " he'd start, letting out little chuckles here and there before finally going- "Naw i'm just kidding, the short answer is that i'm a something-thousand year old demon who's stuck in a loop of constant reincarnation- forced to relive hunderds of lives in search of his other half from who i've been seperated" Ashis finished, awaiting Duran's reaction.
Sorry that this took so long
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Post by Duran on Jul 8, 2019 6:33:49 GMT -6
Duran didn't relent as the Demon showed signs of nervousness, keeping the gunblade pressed against his throat with narrowed eyes. It seemed that the Android chose correct in calling out his bluff, yet it was mostly due to the intense anger Duran felt on the inside. He couldn't stand to see a deceitful, cowardly individual like him. The Saiyan inside of him felt disgusted beyond belief.
It seemed however that Duran's intimidation struck a chord with the Demon, as he finally backed down and began to explain his situation. The Android looked at the peculiar stranger with an odd look in his eye. He...Honestly couldn't fathom his backstory, it was simply too strange and unbelievable. A thousand-year Demon stuck in a loop of reincarnation? You had to be kidding him, right?
...But then, Duran recalled his own backstory.
Technically, he was over a thousand years old too.
''Hm.'' Duran scoffed inwardly, lowering his weaponized arm and freeing it from the stranger's throat. ''Your story is an odd one, yet too odd to be a lie.'' The Android spoke in a gruff tone. ''Either that, or you're one creative bastard.''
Duran took one more look at the Demon, suspicious as can be. He seemed to be enjoying this just a bit too much. What was funny about all this, anyway? Was he simply amused by how serious Duran was? The Android nearly felt insulted. But to attack him right here and now, with his body in such a beaten-up state...It'd be less than advised.
''I suppose we have a few things in common then, stranger.'' The Android suddenly admitted, pausing for a moment. However, Duran refrained from sharing more information about his own backstory. The information was still far too valuable. The Destron-Droid couldn't afford to let word spread that the Tuffles had resurged from the debris of their shattered Capital.
''...Say, stranger.'' Duran suddenly adressed him, cutting the silence with his muffled yet stern tone. ''Would these Dragonballs be capable of...-'' The Android became strangely silent for a moment, glancing at the ground with an odd look before gazing up once again.
''...Bringing back the dead?''
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Post by Ashis on Aug 29, 2019 4:33:44 GMT -6
Ashis let out a sort of "eh" sound, not getting quite the reaction he'd wanted out of Duran. He seemed to rather easily accept his extremely convoluted, but true back story- seemingly without putting too much thought into it as well. His face shifted a bit, expressing Ashis's slight disappointment at not getting his head lopped off. ". . . Tch" He'd quickly let a scoff escape his lips, before placing his hands at his hips.
The droid then started going on about how much the two had in common, something that Ashis himself didn't personally agree with. After all, he was clearly much more handsome, and much stronger than Duran, but he probably also had a bigger peepee than the mechanized tuffle as well. But quickly moving on from that though, Ashis would tune back into the conversation, the Tuffle deciding to ask yet another question of his own.
"... Hey, kid" Ashis started, his frown morphing back into his usual wicked smile. "Don't cha think that's a bit unfair?? You gettin to ask all these questions??..." He'd comment, his large 9 foot tall, muscly form suddenly disappearing into thin air with a poof of smoke. "...I mean... I've been asking you shit this entire time, and I've not heard a single beep boop out of you yet that's been related to my questions" Ashis spoke, his voice mysteriously reverberating all around Duran.
Moments later, almost as if magic, Ashis poofed back into existence right behind Duran, a devilish cackle escaping his lips. "LISTEN UP!! ... I've answered all of your shit, So if I don't start getting some answers of my own soon, well- I'm probably gonna have to scrap you" Ashis laughed, his 3rd eye revealing itself and glowing a bright green. Ashis, in all honesty, couldn't have given two flying horse radishes about whether or not the tuffle answered his next question, because really, at this point he was bored and just kinda wanted to clock the guy for the fun of it.
"Alright... Answer me this... how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Baootsie roll pop?"
This was the question that Ashis gave to Duran. Almost immediately afterwards, following a very brief silence- Ashis sent a flying fist hurdleing towards Duran, hoping to bop him square in the nose and send him skidding back across the ruined landscape- all the while, a sinister smile plastered on his face.
PL: 40,000!! (transformation active)
KP: 7/7
Notes: Robots probably dont have peepee's
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Post by Duran on Aug 30, 2019 15:55:37 GMT -6
A long and sudden silence permeated between them, the only apparent noise the distant rumblings of volcanoes. Duran felt his muscles tense up once again- it was strange and unsettling, the Demon had been so quiet after his question...
Suddenly, Ashis' disinterested frown turned into a wicked grin. Duran was hoping things would calm after he lowered his blade, but it seemed the opposite was happening.
Duran instinctively leaned back as the Demon adressed him in a malicious tone, muscles tightening as a natural response to the agression in his tone. In the blink of an eye, the Demon vanished from sight in a cloud of smoke, leaving Duran scatterbrained. A light gasp escaped him as his head darted every direction, eyes wide with light panic. His form was so busted and beaten, he couldn't afford to get into an actual battle...!
The Cyborg heard his voice all around, yet he couldn't be seen whatsoever. His aversion to the Demon's questions had irritated him too much, but what choice had he?! He could never trust someone like him with the sudden resurgence of the Tuffles...!
''Damn it!'' Duran hissed under his breath, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
Hearing the Demon's voice directly behind him, Duran snapped his entire form backwards to face him directly. His gunblade was held close to his body, stance low and ready to engage. Silently he stared up at the Demon with a fierce glare. Duran prepared for the worst.
''I OWE YOU NOTHING.'' The Cyborg shouted back, his eyes widening with an intense sense of bloodlust as he witnessed the Demon's third eye open. Duran's destron core began to whir loudly as it produced enormous amounts of sudden energy. Overflowing with the toxic gas, it began to spread outward- escaping through the gaps in his mask.
The Demon's ridiculous question only served to enrage Duran further. Electricity briefly crackled around the Android, his entire form twitching viciously.
''DO NOT MOCK M-!''
Before Duran could even process what happened, an intense and unimaginable pain surged through his entire body. In the span of miliseconds, his rusted and battered body crashed into the side of a mountain, creating an enormous impact crater.
His entire vision started to blur, and his mind had turned into a static haze. Everything felt heavy, and Duran felt very, very weak...
Despite the pain and sluggishness, Duran managed to slowly and choppily raise himself to his feet. His posture was hunched and his legs quaked as he looked for the three-eyed Demon. The familiar fear of death began to loom in the back of his head. He only now realized...
He was utterly and hopelessly outmatched.
He was at HIS mercy...
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Post by Ashis on Sept 14, 2019 16:09:42 GMT -6
Ashis's fist collided solidly with the metallic person, their body being launched backward onto the blue namekian dirt. "Annnnd she's OUTA HERE!!" Ashis whooped, his voice imitating that of a baseball announcer as he spoke. He'd again, devolve into a fit of chuckling, which in turn would become a demonish cackling. "Serves you right, you dang dumpster" Ashis thought, quickly skipping on over to Duran, who was now starting to get back up. When he'd arrived, he took note of Duran's apparent groggy demeanor, stroking his chin as he observed the robotic tuffle struggle to his feet. "Huh?... Seems I hit this ball outa the park maybe?" he'd question, now placing his hands on his hips as he pondered about what to do. "... kinda thought he'd be a bit tougher after all that talk earlier..." Ashis reasoned, taking another quick glance at (the now standing) Duran.
"Hm... beating him up while he can't fight back would be a tiny bit fun... but I dunno... seems too for nice of me...." He'd mumble, turning his back to Duran and pacing around for a tiny bit, before finally turning his attention back to the tuffle- His mind having been made up. "... Hmmm... alright, I've decided. Hey!... scrappy boy, you're free to go" he'd state, a suspicious, but friendly smile placing itself on Ashis's face. He'd then puff his chest out in a prideful sort of manner, giving off a cocky vibe as he spoke- "...Yes, indeed. though a tiny bit random- I've decided to take mercy on your poor ass, so be grateful you metallic buffoon" he taunted, Ashis turning away from Duran once more, and showing him his exposed backside.
Obviously, Ashis wasn't actually going to let him go... But while walking around earlier, he figured that he should at least give the dumb bot a chance, especially after he got up all wobbly from just one punch. That android was smart- Ashis was at least somewhat certain that the droid wouldn't just take his word for it, especially after all the lies and randomness the two had been through in their short time together. Ashis would let the android get one clean hit in- right in the back (It's just that he wouldn't outright tell that to the android). If Duran chose to run though... well, chasing after prey is also a decent bit of fun I guess...
"Go on now, shoo, shoo- your presence annoys me" Ashis huffed, crossing his arms as he awaited Duran's choice.
PL: 20,000 (-20,000/Dropped out of X2)
KP: 3/3
Notes: Smol pp droid
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Post by Duran on Sept 17, 2019 13:33:46 GMT -6
A heavy beat pounded within his metallic core, filled to the brim with an all-devouring fear. The Demon appeared before him again, extravagantly cocky and arrogant. Duran was wracked with confusion, simply unable to understand where all this power the Demon held came from. Had he been this hopelessly outmatched all along? Was this the figure he felt so confident against just a moment ago? It couldn't be... Just how weak had those centuries he spent eroding made him? Duran protested with a gargled grunt as Ashis was inspecting his dazed state, sending a fiery glare into the Demon's eyes. The Cyborg could only barely resist the urge to send a quip back at the Demon, yet he couldn't risk it. Duran watched in curiosity and fear as Ashis paced around, muttering to himself in thought. More than likely, he was arguing with himself about what to do with Duran. This might've really been it, then.
He could really die here.
But when Ashis turned his attention back to Duran, he stated that Duran was...Free to go. Duran froze, his mind drawing a complete blank. ''You...What?'' Duran let out, brow furrowed and eyes wide. A sickly, smug grin had settled on Ashis' face, one that he couldn't fully trust. Something truly stank here. There was no way the Demon would simply let him walk off like that. No way...
But now that his back was turned to Duran, the Cyborg couldn't hide a smirk. ''T-Thank you.'' He feigned his gratitude. Suddenly, subtle hissing noises would erupt from Duran's form. A sickening, choking gas would pour out from numerous vents located all across Duran's body. Destron Gas.
The gas moved slow at first, yet Duran kept releasing more and more, until it would eventually reach Ashis too. It would potentially cover the Demon's entire field of vision and have a nauseating, choking effect. Duran would've been long gone, utilizing his immunity to the gas to cover his escape, using the Demon's own plan against him.
''I will not forget this day, Demon.'' Duran bellowed through the gas, the source of his voice unclear. ''The next time our paths cross is the day you die.'' His voice grew distant. The gas was beginning to disperse. Ashis would find himself completely alone.
''You will be eviscerated.''
Thread Exit! Fun one man, let's rematch someday ;)
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Post by Ashis on Sept 17, 2019 23:30:00 GMT -6
Ashis's confident smirk only grew larger as he turned his gaze away from Duran, hearing a distant "T-thank you" with a bit of gratefulness forced into its tone. Ashis was, after all, a master of deception- He'd be the first to notice a little bit of deceiving going on. That dumb bot was definitely gonna try something- But regardless, Ashis would think nothing of it- Letting his immense cockiness get the best of him, and loosely using his magical senses to keep tabs on the droids position.
He'd whistle a lively tune, feeling the shifts in the air as the fog rolled ever closer- but again, thinking nothing of it. Nothing this lug head could possibly do would be even in the least bit threatening to him. His opinion quickly changed, however, as the fog began to envelop him, their strange effects beginning to take effect- "...W-what the fuck?!" Ashis yelled, his right foot staggering back slightly, and his throat clenching up. His magical senses became distorted, and he'd quickly note the disappearance of a certain metallic being from his magical radar. "!!THE HELL, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!!" he'd bellow, dashing to where he'd last remembered Duran being, but finding nothing there.
He'd soon hear the irritating droid's voice among the clouds of smog surrounding him- seemingly taunting him as he escaped. "Don't ya think your gettin a bit big for your fucking britches there" He respond, powering through the choking in his throat. His power quickly rose, his eyes blackening with only the green of his pupils shining through.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
A mighty roar erupted from Ashis's lungs, echoing throughout the field with a vigorous shaking erupting out all over. His yell created a shockwave, slowly pushing the Destron smog away, before dissipating it throughout the air- soon clearing the area of any more spicy wind. Unfortunately, though, Duran was long gone. Ashis would let out a- " Tch..." Placing his hands on his hips as he grasped his throat, remembering the irritation he'd felt not a moment prior. "... Guess this hunt's gonna take a little while longer than I thought?" he'd mumble, a chuckle beginning to erupt from his lips. "Heh, welp... until we meet again then, bot boy♪" Ashis sung, erupting into his usual chaotic laughter as the scene darkened...
[PL]: 40,000
[KP]: 7/7
Notes: I'm gonna kick your butt later kid
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