Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Jul 27, 2019 11:34:38 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 70 000
The terms of the contract were shady at best, not that it mattered. He had to find some guy who knew too much and silence him. Despite being given a photo and an approximation of his location, no further information was given, which made the whole ordeal a giant pain in the ass. Perhaps this was intended. That way, upon finding the poor soul, the Heran wouldn’t think twice before blasting a hole through his chest, angry after spending so much time. Even if he was working for evil, he would have much preferred something a bit simpler to do. He didn’t even know why the guy was so important, but the contractor paid a rather large sum to keep that very information under wraps. Whatever, money was money and to finance their next move, well they better do every job they could lend their hands on.
Recently, Dosu had started taking on more jobs. Despite the Central City fiasco ending up with them leaving without much of a victory to chew on, they inspired evildoers all over the world to buy their muscles to fuel their most evil plans. At the end of the day, not everything had been their loss back there. They improved their teamwork, solved some of their own issues and got free publicity with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Now, they had to keep working hard to cement their infamy in the eyes of everyone. Through deeds and sheer power, they would ascend finally! At least, that was the information he received.
Apparently, his target of the day was hiding in a base somewhere in the Diablo desert. He knew of the place somewhat, setting a camp there prior to meeting Mumbo. After roughing up half of the local population of bandits and thieves, he had made it clear that he was the boss around. That was also where he had met Sensoa for the first time, blasting a hole through his chest. Flying over the large expanse of sand, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He hoped the bastard wasn’t hiding somewhere under the ground, because he didn’t feel like leveling the whole place just to find him. The danger of attracting some goodie would likely result in failure.
So he did the next best thing, consulting with the local populace and coercing them into giving him much-needed information about his target’s whereabouts. Given the fact that he had very little information to work with, he had to be extra convincing to get the information he wanted. Some teeth flew, blood splattered across the ground and maybe a guy or two met their untimely demise, but this was all for the greater evil -and due to a relatively impatient Stargoon-. His efforts, however, paid off as some of the witnesses racked their brains extra hard to give the information he wanted. Apparently, some filthy rich guy had been looking around to hire bodyguards as protection to guard his mansion somewhere on the outskirts of the city.
Now, what kind of fool would think about hiding in a mansion? An idiot, for sure, but also someone who was a bit too confident about the help they had garnered. While it should’ve raised some concern in the Stargoon’s mind, he paid no attention to it and flew right at the designated location. Outside the mansion he called out to him, posing in all of his Stargoon style.
“Dear sir or madam, please come the fuck out! I have a price on your head and I intend to pay my rent with it!”
A loud buzzing noise alerted the Stargoon as the mansion’s security system activated, multiple turrets came out of the ground, shooting the evil mercenary in vain. He looked perplexed.
“Really, that’s the best you’ve got?”
Unleashing a single burst of energy around him, he destroyed all of the weapons, as well as part of the mansion.
“That’s useless. Now, come out and meet your fate, coward!”
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Post by Gita on Jul 28, 2019 15:36:04 GMT -6
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The contract that was given to Gita didn't come personally from the man who needed the hire help. It came straight from Keech who always kept taps in wanting to make more money for the organization no matter the cost. Seeing as how Casca was still gone and Gita was on his day off hanging with Shymer and Gleem at the casino just the three of them. His service was called from Keech himself as he walked over to the three.
"Ah Gita! Here you are! I thought you were in your room as always. I can see that you have better acquainted yourself with the other members of our organization. I have a job thats needed of you Gita. it's something different than what you are use to."
Gita had raised an eyebrow while he played pool with the girls and a lit cigarette in his mouth.
"Go on."
He'd hit the white ball and having two solid colors entering the holes in opposite sides.
"A man needs some help protecting his mansion. He's in fear that someone is after his head."
Gita had rolled his eyes and with a sigh of bothersome, he looked back up at Keech.
"I don't do assassination type of work."
"You don't have to kill the targets that come after him. Only stop them from doing any bad deeds towards the man."
"You heard my answer."
As Gita continued to play his pool game with the girls, Keech still didn't want to miss this opportunity for money, so he got onto the table of the pool game and with both hands to his hips, he stared down at Gita.
"Tell you what Gita, You do this assignment for me. And I will give you a full week of vacation."
"Now you are talking."
Gita walked out of his base and headed to his destination with a map in hand. It took him a while but he had finally found the place and just waited nearby in the shadows for anyone to arrive.
The contract was agreed upon and now a herran had arrived on scene and I guess this was the person that the contract had feared. The turrets had came out and Gita was quick to appear behind the turrets and summoning up a gigantic metal kite shield strong enough to withstand the blast that the man had summoned up. HIs attack was strong enough to get rid of the turret and weapons but not the mansion itself. The smoke had cleared and Gita had his hands to his pants pockets as he walked out of the smoke with his lit cigarette in hand and being slightly bare chested with his robe slightly undone and his tattoo showing as clear as day. He stared at Dosu for a brief moment and taking out his cigarette from his mouth and releasing the smoke.
"I suggest you skip town and leave this man alone."
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Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Jul 28, 2019 20:55:34 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 70 000
If they thought this pathetic setup would be enough to fend off an attack, they must not have counted on a Stargoon to be after them. In a flash, every defense turrets were destroyed, left with their muzzle hanging low towards the ground, the occasional spark of electricity running through them. The only thing that struck him as odd was the large shield that had popped out of nowhere. Was his target a magic-user? Maybe it was a part of the defense system, although it would’ve been weird to set up this kind of defense. From the appearance of the mansion, the guy didn’t strike him as the creative kind. That hypothesis was quickly thrown out of the window, however. There was no way a normal shield would have been able to handle the blast, or else the turrets would have been made of that same material. Enough analysis! Time was of the essence and the quicker he was done here, the sooner he’d be able to go back home.
“A nice trick! But you’ll soon find yourself out of options if you don’t surrender!”
To add to his provocation, he flexed his arms in true Stargoon fashion. He had absolutely no problem with leveling the place and if there was some kind of underground passage, he’d quickly find out about it. These poor Earthlings were matched against an unstoppable force!
A silhouette appeared amidst the smoke, the red spark of a cigarette glowing as it walked towards him in a manner that was probably too laid-back for his taste, but held an interesting promise. He anticipated the person coming out, noticing the laid-back Namekian as it finally appeared. It was not the Guardian of Earth, thankfully, but he didn’t look like a weakling either. If his target had decided to hire him, then he must’ve had some kind of fighting power.
“I assume the shield was your doing, then?”
He seemed rather confident, his attire complimenting his carefree attitude. It was irritating, truth be told, but to the Red Stargoon, it also meant that this guy didn’t know who he was dealing with. He did notice the strange tattoos on him. After being told to leave, Dosu knew this could only end one way.
“Ah, no can do, I’m afraid. I’m a man of honor and I will see that evil prevails on this night! I’m the Red Stargoon, Dosu!”
He assumed a fighting stance.
“I also assume you do not intend to let me go through with my job as I please. Tell me, who are you and who do you work for? So that I might go after your peers after I teach you your place.”
No point having people get in their way, after all.
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Post by Gita on Jul 30, 2019 2:45:19 GMT -6
He kept his eyes focused on the man and also kept both his hands in his robe pockets as he continued to let out smoke from his mouth. Once the lit cigarette was gone, another took its place with a simple poof, along with him taking out his right hand and lighting it up in a matter of seconds.
"A red stargoon huh? I met a purple stargoon by the name of Maple not too long ago. If you are anything like him.."
He'd place his hand back into his pocket.
"Then you are whats wrong with the world."
He'd make a quick dash straight to the man known as Dosu and with a giant leap he took in order to cover the distance between the both of them, he twirled his right leg back and attempted to side kick Dosu straight in his face. He kept his hands concealed and awaited to see how strong this person really was.
"You don't have to know who I work for. Some secrets are best left unsaid."
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Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Aug 2, 2019 9:50:32 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 70 000
That nonchalant attitude of his made it hard to size his real strength. Hands in his pockets, no fighting stance…and since when did Namekians smoke? Out of all the races out there they were, in his opinion, one of the contenders for “less likely to smoke”. Then again, nowadays you just couldn’t make assumptions like that, right? When a second one took the place of the first in no time, it was made clear that he was a magic user and the shield thing was probably his doing. Apparently, these green fellows had a knack for magic stuff, though his only other point of comparison was the Guardian of Earth who apparently abused of it. So that fool had met Maple before? A large grin deformed the previously serious traits on the Heran’s face, the prospect of a good fight suddenly making that job seems worth it even more.
“You look awfully calm for someone who knows with what he’s dealing. Are you as strong as you make it seem? We will find out!”
Flexing both arms on each side, he then extended his left leg to the side, adopting a crouching position that was his favorite pose.
“The Red Stargoon: Dosu! Hah!”
Though no increase in power followed that shout, his crimson aura did manifest, swirling around the Heran.
“Evil is the way to go. The true way of life. We are breakers of chains, We stand up to the injustice of good! Only weaklings and fools would live under a predetermined set of morals!”
His speech would be cut short by the Namekian leaping towards him, striking him with his legs while both of his hands remained in his pockets. Now, something needed to be done about that. He’d get him to take this fight seriously or else he’d get angry with being looked down upon like that. Blocking the kick with an open hand, he tried to grab the ankle and send him flying away.
“Well, when you say it like that, it makes me want to know even more! Let’s make a deal. If I beat you, you tell me who you work for and I’ll let you live. Sounds good, right?”
This time, he would not let him a chance to reply, charging head first, throwing punches aimed at his upper body.
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Post by Gita on Aug 2, 2019 23:36:48 GMT -6
His ankled had been caught and this didn't surprise him one bit as his eyes rested in a squint like fashion and a bothersome at that. He was thrown away like he was a rag doll, however, he was able to flip his body into time to the point where he planted his feet firmly on the ground as he slide his way across the ground like it had ice on it. Gita was quick to step back against this man's charge and with his last fist coming at him, a giant kite blue shield was quickly summoned and even though his force was slightly stronger than his summoning, it gave Gita enough time to do something quick.
The poof of smoke was summoned and Gita using it to conceal his next move, which was to reveal his right hand that had a concealed knife and attempted to gut Dosu in his chest. Gita had smirked and had hope that this would be enough to cause Dosu to stagger.
"You definitely are stronger than the last one that I fought. There is no questioning that at all. However, with all that strength that you have within you, do you really think evil will prevail in the end? You fleet and Saiyan Kingdom fools have caused so much destruction in this world that my planet can never be at peace."
[A1] Magic Material Assault: Through the use of magic, he has become a master at summoning weapons at his disposal to combat his enemies. using 33% of his pl.
16,500 pl damage
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Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Aug 5, 2019 16:21:29 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 70 000
The maneuver managed to send the Namekian flying backwards, stopping his assault immediately. Maybe he wasn’t that strong, after all? That or he was toying with him, which wasn’t totally out of the question given how laid back he was about this whole fight. Part of the Stargoon wondered if he was merely buying time for his target to escape. That would be troublesome if that proved to be true since he didn’t have a scouter nor the ability to sense people’s energy. What’s more, even if he did, he probably wouldn’t be able to recognize such a small energy signature.
His opponent quickly regained composure after being thrown, landing on both of his feet and stopping his course by planting them firmly into the ground. That didn’t matter, since the Heran had already begun his counterattack, charging at him with his fist aiming right for his face. However, before he could connect with his face, that annoying slug summoned yet another shield. In a show of defiance, he pushed even more against the bulwark. With a grunt, he broke through, but didn’t reach his target who had started yet another attack. For someone who didn’t seem very stressed, he sure wasn’t losing any second.
There was a sudden smokescreen and for a moment, he lost sight of his opponent. Unable to sense his energy, he’d have to rely on his eyes to react, as counterintuitive as it sounded like. Another option would be to blast the whole cloud away, along with him, but he’d be putting himself at a disadvantage if the Namekian took that into account. Instead, he opted for defensive, taking the attack head-on. He could also count on that off chance to dissuade him to continue his attack after showing him how useless it was. He stood immobile and waited, steeling his resolve for what was coming.
Gita emerged from the smoke, his reflex being to move towards him. The knife did reach him, but against his body, the blade was quick to snap, falling to the ground and leaving him unscathed. He took a few steps back, watching the fragments of steel on the ground and the handle he still held in his hand. Then came the speech, comparing them to the Saiyan Kingdom…which wasn’t the stupidest thing he had heard on this day.
“Please, don’t compare us to the Saiyan Kingdom. At least, we’re not being hypocrites about where we stand. Some of them probably don’t even know that they fight for an opportunistic evil. We might stand a chance, we might not. Who knows? What I know is that I’m gonna fight for what I believe is right. If that kills me, at least I won’t die under a system where some people decide what is good and what is bad. People who try to impose a sense of fairness in a world that is everything but fair. See, the Saiyans brought war to your planet in order to enforce their sense of justice. But no matter how you look at it, it’s your people’s fault for not being able to defend yourselves.”
He spat on the ground, before a grin showed on his face.
“And if that’s what you’re gonna attack me with, you stand no chance in Hell to change things. You’d better quit now, before I decide to pick up the pace.”
This would be his last warning. Until he backed off or attacked, the Heran would wait.
OOC: Used [B1] Defiance. Dosu braces himself for an incoming attack, taking it head on. No damage taken. |
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Post by Gita on Aug 5, 2019 16:46:12 GMT -6
Gita just stood there in a lunged position as the knife quickly broke and the piece fell to the ground. He watched as the man had backed away and then gave a speech of his own as he reverted himself back into a calm like demeanor stance as both pieces then poof into smoke and he returned his hand back into his pocket and stood in a type of stance which showed not caring for what the man had to say.
"My people isn't at fault for what they brought onto this universe, the dragon balls. The dragon balls weren't meant for evil entities to fight over them. They were made to keep a balance to the world and used for a means of helping those who needed it."
The truth was he had no idea why the Guru decided to create the new set of dragon balls, however, that was a question that he would have to ask him later. He now stuck true to the current problem that he was facing, the red stargoon known as Dosu.
"Tell me something, why are you a stargoon member. Based on the reports a while back, you wasn't apart of destroying Satan city. Why did you join a group like that? Why bring destruction to the world when you can be the helping hand to restore it. This world has enough evil as it is, and joining them would only make this world worst than it is. You told me that Dosu was your name. Gita is my name. What made you evil? Did someone kill someone that you cared about? or perhaps your kind was just born this way?"
He would await his answer, as he summoned up a soccer ball and kicked it straight towards Dosu in hopes of impacting his stomach and causing some damage towards him.
"I also suggest you don't question what I summon when it comes to a fight. No matter what it is, it can end your life."
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Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Aug 5, 2019 22:05:00 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 70 000
If his goal was to get Dosu to lose his cool, then he was surprisingly effective at it. Even after his attack proved itself to be a failure, he did not seem to show any care, as if he was better than him. That same stupid self-sufficient attitude those do-gooders had shown him times and times again. He took a deep breath, evacuating that building anger within him. He shook his head, getting rid of all these nagging thoughts. If he lost his temper, he’d be playing right into his hand. He was better than that and he knew it. So no reason for being angry, right?
The summoned weapons quickly vanished into smoke as the Namekian spoke about how his people weren’t at fault for the atrocities befalling them because of the Dragon Balls. Of course it was!
“Well, it certainly isn’t the Saiyan’s fault for seeking such a convenient thing, is it? You people are short-sighted if you believe that peace is a driving force in this universe. You created an immensely powerful object without the means to protect it and then you whine because it attracts people seeking them for their needs. The world isn’t “good”. And that’s your fault for not being able to see it. Even those who help you, they do so because they know they will be able to get their hands on it after. Even better, since they are so nice towards you guys, you might just hand them the Dragon Balls yourselves! Not even making them break a sweat for it. That’s pathetically cute.”
The question about how he came to join the Stargoons then came and since he was already on a roll with his speech, he might as well continue.
“Fine, I’ll humor you. I wasn’t with them back then, but even if I was, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Like I said, the world isn’t “good”. It’s quite the opposite. It’s a cruel place and survival of the fittest is still a thing. You might not see it. Earthlings might not see it either. Weaklings band together and secure their lives by helping each other out to stand against bigger threats. Good and evil are concepts that you guys created to justify your actions and denounce those who aren’t like you. You try to have the moral high ground and shun those who do not fit your criteria.”
He sighed.
“I was born in an unloving place. I was not a person, I was a tool. Raised to be a weapon, my purpose was to kill. That’s all I knew. I longed for something else, but I never knew what it was. Eventually, I was freed from this life, cut all ties with these people. I made a life for myself, based on what I knew. A life of piracy. Eventually, I was shown another way of living… Except that you peace-loving bastards decided that I didn’t deserve that kind of life. That the sins of my fathers were my own and that I had to answer for them. Because I was raised in a different way, I wasn’t deserving the same life as everyone else. It was for the good of all people. Your justice became my injustice. I was robbed of a good part of my life based on your idea of good and evil, even though I didn’t ask for anything. I was not evil. I was a kid who didn’t know better. You made me evil, because I was not like you. So when through some miracle I was given back the reins of my life, I was left with nothing. Branded as evil, I had no place where I could belong. What else could I do, but detest every single part of that universe you are trying to build? A universe where only a select few get to live their carefree life. The world is cruel, full of people like me, of entire civilizations like me. People who struggle to survive, but can’t ever find peace. So yeah, I’ll fight and give you a piece of my world and prove that I deserve to be here as much as any of you. Then we’ll see who’s the real evil.”
That long explanation finally came to an end, but he didn’t really feel better after talking so much. The bead holding his beard began glowing, a side effect of all the negative emotions welling up inside him. Following it, a surge in power. The fact that he threw a ball at him didn’t help get him any calmer.
“Keep your fucking toys away.”
Charging at him, he pulled his arm back and tried to punch him in the face. Whether or not he was evil was up to debate, in the end. As far as he was concerned, he considered himself a person, above all.
OOC: Oof, kinda went on a tangent there. Feel free to cut him off at any point. |
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Post by Gita on Aug 5, 2019 23:12:21 GMT -6
He truly had enough of this man’s first part of his speech and immediately interjected with some words of his own.
“We aren’t as docile and naive as you may think Dosu. If it were up to me, I would of never made the dragon balls. However I am not Guru and what he decides to do is his choice. However. I probably understood why he did it in the first place. To restore the damage and lives that are people had gone through.
Don’t get me wrong, I am all for rebuilding my own people and their way of life and the lives of others however, taking the risk of others intervening when we are at a point in our lives where we must protect our land and our people from both these factions. It’s just not worth the risk.”
Then the man spoke about his past and Gita just stood there with a stern facial expression, being way different than his previous look.
“People blamed you for what your father did. I’m sorry that they branded you a criminal and someone whose evil. But you can still change just like I have! If you want to see a difference in your life and see the change then you must change to do good rather than evil. We all are dealt our hand in life both good and evil, it’s up to us in the end to change the cards we have been dealt with!”
He had seen Dosu’s punch coming straight for him and didn’t bother to move from him. His anger was definitely there and Dosu wasn’t the one that broke his calm demeanor that appeared careless, it was the built up anger that he has always had for evil villains since his youth. He allowed the punch to impact his forehead however, it proved to be nothing as aura started to cover his entire body before the hit. He had transformed and then spoke as the fist had impacted him.
“Like I said before. I’m sorry for what the world did to you. You didn’t deserve it and you can still change the world for the better!”
He vanished from his position and appeared beside Dosu and attempted to right hook him straight in his face.
“This world is full of evil! You don’t have to be like them! Be the you that you needed when you were younger!”
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Post by Dosu on Aug 21, 2019 22:16:37 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize| Dosu's PL: 280 000 (x4P used)
There was a subtle change of expression in Dosu’s face. He still sported a look full of disdain towards the Namekian, but something, maybe the glint in his eye, was receptive to the green guy’s words. He could change, couldn’t he? Of course, he thought about it himself way back then, when he still had a reason to. Up until now, he had truly believed all of his chances had been lost, that he would pursue the cycle of evil over and over until death claimed him. The prospect of breaking out of that cycle, however, of living a quiet life, far from the noise of the goodie-goods and their supporters. Maybe there was something good about that.
The punch he threw at Gita hit him head on, but after a second of realization, it appeared to have no effect. What’s more, his energy seemed to flow around him, the aura manifesting. Was he going to fight seriously, from now on? Or was this just a stunt to try and lure him into thinking he was stronger than the Red Stargoon? Gita would give him no time to think as he suddenly disappeared from sight, the massive difference in their power at this time making it hard on the Heran to follow his movements. As a result, the punch landed square on his jaw, sending him flying a few meters to the side. Damn that idiot! He was careless for a second. Following that, Gita kept talking, telling him how he could still change. Rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand to get rid of the pain, Dosu stood on his feet, shoulders low. There was no fighting stance anymore.
“You mean, there’s still a place for someone like me?”
A faint smile followed, one that grew larger too quickly to actually fit with the intent he was going for at that moment. That large smile evolved into a chuckle and finally he burst out into laughter. Uncontrollably so, even.
“Ha…haha…hahahaha...HAHAHAHA. You…Why the fuck would I even want to do that? You gotta be shitting me. You must be a joker…or one hell of an idiot to think like that.”
He pointed at his head repeatedly on that last sentence, putting emphasis on the foolishness of his words.
“Look, I won’t even try to get that into your dumb thick skull, but what you call good is just some fucking bullshit. I don’t want to be a part of that lie. That’s not how the world works. Y’all are just fucking holding on your view of “good” like your life depends on it. If anything, I’ll devote my life to smashing apart that pillar of salt y’all are standing on. And when it collapses, we’ll see how many of your friends still share that sweet sense of justice you’re so proud of!”
If he wanted to play muscles, then he’d definitely find a match in the Heran! Powering up as well, Dosu’s muscles expanded as the Star on his chest started shining a bright light. By the power of savagery, he’d tear apart this good guy!
With a fighting strength rivaling his enemy’s, Dosu lunged forward at him, going for a low sweep not to get him off balance, but to cut both of his legs right under the knees. At least, that’s what he would try to do. Should his attack elicit some kind of evasive maneuver, he’d then go back to something he’s more familiar with, namely a punch straight to the face.
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