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Post by Chromo on Jul 20, 2019 10:01:54 GMT -6
DEATH WISH
CHROMO'S PL: 10 (SUPPRESSION / 150k BASE)
Chromo's brown eyes met the surface of the glassy, orange orb. A Dragon Ball, right in front of him... It was good to know they actually did exist- he'd almost given up hope after spending weeks searching without any success. He'd found the Three-Star Dragon Ball a few days back, and clung to the sphere like glue ever since. The beetle grew even more solitary- hiding from the sight and bolting at the slightest sounds now that he had one of the mystical artifacts in his possession, lest someone try to steal it from him. As quickly as he'd found a glimmer of hope, though, it began to fade. How would he manage to get the rest of the Dragon Balls...? When gathered together, it was claimed the seven spheres summoned a mighty dragon to grant whatever wish one pleased. The Eternal Dragon, from what he'd gathered through eavesdropping, was worshipped and said to be connected to a shrine in the Maima Region. And in front of him was certainly a statue of a dragon. "Wow." Chromo chirped. "Are dragons supposed to be that muscley...?" He eyed the stone construct up and down. Most dragons in movies and games he'd seen were a lot sleeker with wings- but the monument of the dragon in front of him matches the menacing description. Chromo gulped, taking another step forwards to the statue. "Well, uh, mister Porunga sir..." His tone was quieter- submissive and oddly respectful. From a nearby bush, Chromo dragged out his prized Dragon Ball. "I-I have one of your things! I'm still working on the rest, but..." Chromo sighed. He'd heard that this Porunga was godlike- some deity to the Namekians. The Dragon of Dreams, some said. The whole religious thing was hard for the naive child to process, but he could at least wrap his head around the idea of some higher power guiding people, somehow. With all the bad that had happened, he wouldn't be surprised if some evil dragon had cursed him instead...
"W-well, don't worry! I'll be sure to give you all your thingies, safe and sound!" Chromo proclaimed to the inanimate object, puffing out his chest in pride. However, he'd slump again as his confident bravado faded. "I just..." He was talking to a rock. A rock! But what if the rock was actually the dragon?! "...You're s'possed to be some super strong god guy, or something, I think?" It was still hard to fully understand. "If you're sleeping that's fine, b-but..." Chromo sat on the grass with another whine. From beneath his wing, the beetle pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He cradled it gently, but couldn't bring himself to look at the writing again. "...this is stupid..." He was coming to this holy Porunga guy after all the bad he did. What was he thinking...? "If you could, like... Make sure everything turns out okay, I guess, somehow, if that's cool..." He didn't care how at this point- he just wanted things to go back to the happy way they were. "That'd be nice and I would be very t-thankful, mister Porunga sir!" The loud, bloodthirsty monster that nearly destroyed West City chirped quietly, sliding the paper back into hiding and wrapping his arms around the Dragon Ball. ...Though he was quick to shove the sphere back into hiding in the bushes, hurriedly throwing it into a burrow he made before covering it with dirt. Who knew if anyone else was out here, after all...
[UT1] SUGARCOAT suppresses Chromo's PL to 10.
OOC NOTE: To prevent overcrowding, this thread is only open to THREE entries to start! More after that will have to be with the consent of myself and the other participants.
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Post by Mollusc on Jul 20, 2019 13:35:33 GMT -6
Mollusc walked towards the Porunga Shrine once agian working on his new book. The Shrine was a place of peace so he thought he would go there to write. He may also be lucky and get some good advice on what he should write exactly. When he arrived he did sense one near power but it was quite low. Mollusc decided to walk over to see what it was.l When he walked over he saw someone that he felt he had seen before. Whoever it was Mollusc was forgetting off the top of his head. Why was he always forgetting? Then he remembers it was that bug boy Chromo. He seemed to be a troublemaker but right now he seemed to just be praying. Guess maybe he mellowed out a bit, whatever the case he should keep an eye on him. Mollusc would sit down next to Chromo. He didn't say anything afterall it seemed that Chromo was praying. Even if he didn't pray to Porunga he'd not interrupt anyone else who still prayed to the dragon god, he would have that much respect even to a false god.
Powerlevel:111,750
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Post by Oboe on Jul 20, 2019 21:11:59 GMT -6
Maximum Power Level: 159,000 (Base)
Energy Setting: 1
KP: 3/3
Oboe had been visiting the Shrine of Porunga this day to speak with some of the Priests that tended to the grounds. It was in his duties as Guru to check in with his people on a constant basis, to always make himself visible to his brothers so that they knew he was there for them. It was a small act of kindness, but one that had paid off in the recent months since the last Dragon Ball Hunt. As he was walking out of one of the small side-temples making up the grounds proper, Oboe noticed a small figure entering into the main temple. Squinting his eyes, he almost thought he saw a small beetle like figure move in, but that seemed improbable.
However, when a familiar ghastly figure moved soundlessly into the temple behind the supposed ‘bug’, Oboe was sure that there were visitors. Quietly he made his way behind the other two, entering the temple without words. Though they had been speaking softly, Oboe had picked up some of the strange creatures wishes as he turned the corner and regarded the transparent figure that was the deceased Namekian whom in life had visited him in search of answers about Porunga’s nature.
Through telepathy, so not to disturb the young creatures’ prayers, Oboe declared to Mollusc;
Sorry Brother, I did not mean to sneak up on you.
There was a reverence about the way this situation played out. Neither Namekian – dead or alive – seemed willing or wanting to interrupt the strange creatures’ pleas. Guru found them to be full of sadness and remorse as if they had something they wished to take back. It was odd, but he supposed everyone who came in search of the wish orbs had always had some good reason to themselves for taking the journey. If there was anything positive to be said about the Dragon Balls it was that their legend still inspired the youth of the universe to take the chance on a magical adventure.
As the creature finished his pleas to the statue, he swiftly rushed towards the open-aired side where he quickly skittered about trying to hide his acquisition – one of Nameks Dragon Balls! A smile crossed Oboe’s lips as he felt that perhaps he should offer some guidance or wisdom to the apparently troubled youth. After-all, wasn’t that what Guru was supposed to do?
Be Careful Guru…this one…it’s strange, I don’t know why but I’m frightened.
The familiar voice of Steno – his Former Guardian now merged within him – urged caution in his approach. Perhaps he was right, but Oboe couldn’t let such hesitance strike him from making a meaningful connection with an off-worlder. Nodding towards Mollusc, Oboe was the first to break the silence by softly uttering;
“A beautiful wish – one that Porunga himself would be quite pleased to hear were he awake. Your intentions seem pure young one – you should be proud.” Oboes warm tenor would echo throughout the area by magical means. It seemed that even though the area was open, separated by massive pillars, it still retained sound exquisitely.
Used Telepathy (0KP) to speak with Mollusc
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Post by Chromo on Jul 21, 2019 2:44:03 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 100,000 (SUPPRESSION / 150k BASE)
The moment Chromo felt like he wasn't alone, any sense of mellowness he had prior faded in a second. The beetle whipped around as his jaws curled into a snarl. Rows of sharpened fangs were visible in his mouth while his once beady pupils contracted into reptilian slits. His pincers opened wide and Chromo lowered himself to prepare for a pounce with the slightest rustle of the bushes. Feral growls escaped his throat as he glared at some of the foliage... Only to lower his stance as a croak interrupted him. A frog of sorts hopped out of hiding, bounding past the bug when he hissed again in a panic. Chromo sighed in relief, dropping out of his defensive posture. Well, it was a good thing nobody was here, then!
...Until he heard footsteps approach, and a sudden voice. As soon as a shape entered the corner of his eye, Chromo's once docile stance turned hostile in the blink of an eye. The wild child would hiss loudly again before Mollusc could approach and sit next to him, hopefully swaying the Namekians to keep their distance. "...Don't you Namek-people have better things to do than stalk people?!" Stranger danger! Chromo jumped to conclusions again with a bitter snarl, flicking his knifelike pincers open to get his message across- don't come closer or you're in for pain. If there was one thing he was unfortunately good at, it was stabbing people to death.
Though he tried his best to seem menacing, his eyes remained wide and alert, posture sunken and closed- like a deer in headlights. His chest rapidly heaved with rapid heartbeats, fear overriding his attempt at intimidation. Letting his guard down meant the failure of his one shot to complete this mission. "J-just shoo! Nothing t-to see here!" The traumatized murderer snapped again and skittered backwards.
He could take his Dragon Ball and bolt- no need for any interactions here where he could be ratted out and have his one hope of fixing things ruined... But what if they saw the Dragon Ball as he ran off and told all of their friends?! Chromo backed away, slinking into the bushes with a whimper. He'd heard one of them say something about being proud...? Chromo growled to himself- yeah right, like there was anything to be proud of after what he'd done.
The two-foot beetle would curl around the mound of dirt that hid away his Dragon Ball, eyes wide and unblinking as they locked onto his "guests." All he had to do was wait this out and everything would be fine. They'd go away if they wanted to leave without having a hand bitten off...
...Hopefully.
[UT1] SUGARCOAT's suppression fades somewhat, increasing Chromo's PL to 100,000.
It's steadily climbing still...
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Post by Mollusc on Jul 21, 2019 19:50:43 GMT -6
Mollusc sat for a few moments before Chromo seemed to realize he was there and grew hostile. He could also sense a small power right behind him Mollusc giving a nod as the telpthaty from Oboe went through his head. He remembered his voice but just barely. Death had really made things far more hazy in his memory than before. "Stalking? I would not follow anyone in stealth. I just came to write my book but I found you instead. Praying to Porunga for what reason illudes me now." Mollusc sighed, he was really becoming quite cynical. He could sense Chromo power climbed up to nearly as strong as his own. Mollusc still had a lot of power stored up though he also assumed Chromo had the same. Mollusc looked over at Chromo. "So what did you pray for. A dream maybe? Prehaps a hope that you have or maybe a desire?" Mollusc sighed his shoulder falling back. "You shouldn't want to hide we are not going to hurt you. I'm tired, I don't have the strength anymore to be fighting people." He didn't mean Physical strength though he supposed it would comfort Chromo if he thought this was all he could muster.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 23, 2019 11:04:32 GMT -6
The sudden shift in personality took the Guru aback for a moment. He had taken great care to ensure that he hadn’t come off hostile or argumentative so of course he was confused for the moment as to why the bug-boy had come off so angrily. The claim that they’d – Mollusc and himself – been stalking him was furthest from the actual truth! Raising his hands in mock defense, Oboe shook them side to side exclaiming frantically; “N-No no! I think there’s a misunderstanding! I was simply visiting the temple when I saw someone moving about in the main shrine. I simply was making sure that everything was alright that’s all. It’s...Kind of my job…”
Oboe frantically tried to explain but, as Mollusc took the lead and expressed that neither of them meant any harm or had a desire to fight him, the Guru of Namek could only nod in reaction. “He’s right! Fighting isn’t necessarily our way without provocation. You’ve done nothing, that I can tell, to provoke an attack so there truly is nothing to worry about.” Oboes tone hadn’t changed, it was still full of warmth and kindness – though there was a hint of worry emanating from his voice as he did not know what to expect.
The Guru of Namek watched with a sad heart as the creature recoiled and returned towards the safe embrace of the bush he’d just run to. A frown would etch itself upon his features as he realized that his simple words were probably not going to do anything to the situation. Sighing, he turned to Mollusc with a mock shrug – as if to say he had no idea what to do next. It wasn’t too common for those who had visited Namek to act this way towards the Namekian people – usually it was their forceful nature that caused the Namekians to recoil.
“I’ve no idea how to help you…however I cannot simply leave. Ive work to do around the temple grounds this day and I was just getting ready for lunch.” Looking at Mollusc then back at Chromo, he suggested; “Are you hungry little one? I can offer some food, some drink and if you’re not feeling up to company I can leave such things here for you. There truly is nothing to be afraid of.”
Oboe was unfortunately unaware of whom he was speaking to, or what acts of horror this creature had inflicted upon Tarch and the Earth. However, it was in the ignorance that he was able to offer himself up in such a magnanimous manner. It was no jest that the Guru wished to help – the creator of the Dragon Balls had made it his personal mission to assist and help any who had come to the world. Still, he wasn’t quite sure how to help someone that seemed to not wish for assistance.
As the Bug’s power began to rise slowly, Oboe took note of this and backed up two paces. He wanted to be close to the hallway incase this erupted into violence as he’d no desire to cause any damage to the temple of Porunga. Looking at Mollusc once more, he telepathically reached out to him;
“Are you familiar with this young creature? I’m not sure my words are getting through…who is he? Annnnd why do you look transparent? Almost as if you’re a spectre.”
There were many more questions to be asked, but at this time with everything going on, oboe wasn’t sure where to Start. For now he’d settle on what he had done and hope that it would be enough to smooth over the situation. A familiar voice chimed in behind his mind;
I've got a bad feeling about this Guru...
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
