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Post by Van-80 on Feb 17, 2018 11:55:11 GMT -6
PL: 6000
The water babbled calmly to itself, flowing as it always did without beginning nor end, letting nothing stop it. This was including a single finger dipping in and out of the river. The person, or android, the finger belonged to was perplexed by what he was seeing. Something acting so free, yet confined to its own solitary space where it must never leave, else it would cease to flow. But then what? Would it just be trapped in its new location, or would it be brought to a new place were it could roam, free to babble to it’s heart's content, until it either dries up or finally ages into a stagnant lake. This was all Van-80 could think about as his lifted and dropped his digit into the lazily rushing river.
“Sir, what are you doing?” Ima asked after a half hour of this mindless dipping.
“It never occured to me…” he trailed off, his dipping not ceasing.
“That does not answer my query.”
“I was thinking about this after my small outburst in the city…”
“My question is still unanswered.”
“I never once considered to look in a place without many people living there. I mean why would I try and spread beauty with no people in it? The idea alone is absurd! How could I make something beautiful for people if there are no people?! For that matter I’m probably only 1% sure what beauty is! WHY CAN’T I STOP DIPPING MY FINGER?!?”
“You’re doing it again Van-80…” Ima sighed, a tint of exasperation in her otherwise robotic tone.
“Right! Thank you Ima,” he said, resuming his dipping. He continued to dip for another ten minutes before his assistant interrupted him once again.
“I’m not entirely sure what this accomplishes.”
“I wasn’t either. Tell me Ima, do you think this river is beautiful?” he inquired, this time leaving his finger in the water.
“Your definition of beauty is the same as mine. As such I believe the most honest answer would be ‘I don’t know.’ But I have a feeling you’re looking for a no.”
“I am… and I don’t know why…” With this new realization, Van-80 finally stopped his pointless dipping to fall onto his back and stare up at the sun. “And what’s up with that thing? It’s mostly hydrogen, yet something about it seems… off… Don’t answer that one Ima I‘m just thinking aloud.” The great ball of light and life shone down onto the android, who once again was having an existential crisis, only this time a much calmer one. “What about the what balls of fluff bellow it. I know what they are, but they’re both boring and fascinating at the same time.”
“Humans say they take interesting shapes,” noted Ima, “though I was never very good at noticing them.”
“Oh you too?” Van added in a quick snip. He then glanced back at his dipping river. “You know those are mostly water. What if one of those is also this river, or was. Nature has a very interesting flow to it.”
“What are you trying to insinuate Vanity?”
The android straightened himself into a casual sit, his eyes shifting back to the clouds. “In the city, the two people we met said beauty was… what was that word we came up with?”
“Subjective.”
“Thank you. We need TRUE beauty though, something no one can possibly deny is beautiful. Something that after further consideration could not possibly be refuted as true beauty.”
“Anything in mind sir?”
“Not yet Ima, but they both mentioned their bodies which… bothers me…” Vanity dragged himself to the water once more, this time with no finger ready to dip, but only his own visage staring back at him. He brushed back the left side of his hair, getting a good long look at his damaged half. “It made me think of my original purpose, do you remember it? Whenever I think about that, I get this itch, a strong desire to… to…” The android sprung to his feet.
“I want to fight something!” he shouted cheerfully.
“Sir?” his AI questioned worriedly.
“Many people we asked in the city put much stock into their bodies, so let’s test it, let’s see if the body is truly something beautiful!” Once again the robot’s metaphorical switch was flipped, going from deep and philosophical, to childish and naive. Without waiting for his assistant to respond, the android began calling out to the open plain. “HEY! SOMEONE FIGHT ME! I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING! ARE BODIES BEAUTIFUL?! FIGHT ME SO I CAN FIND OUT!!”
“Subtle as always Van-80…” chimed Ima hopelessly.
OOC: maybe we fight? open to two or three
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 0:52:25 GMT -6
THE FLOW OF BEAUTY CIDER'S PL: 2,000 BASE || 8,000 ATK / 4,000 DEF ACTIVE (x4/x2)
The turbid water, swollen by the heavy rain, was rushing on rapidly below; and all the other sounds were lost in the noise of it's splashing and eddying against the green and slimy piles. The sky above was a thick blanket of fog hovering thirty feet or so from the frigid ground. Branches newly bereft of leaves stretch up toward it, disappearing into the white. Yet, in the distant woods of the riverside, sparks of fire and a plume of smoke could be made out on the other side. Not too long ago, a spacepod had rammed right into the Earth at full force. The crater had already began to leak with water trickling in from the nearby creek, steam flying from the pod's door in a low, constant stream.
Cider's eyes slowly drifted open. The low alarm of his broken and battered starship buzzed in his ever so sensitive ears, one of which gave a testing flick. Cryosleep had taken the Hakaijin's conscious away for a few weeks as he travelled to... Where was this, again? With a low groan, the grown catman rolled in his chair, silently pleading for just five more minutes of rest while the alarms began to die out due to power loss... A few dangling wires loosing their grip and falling onto his face did the trick to get him moving, though.
"Urghhh..." Cider's raspy, low voice mumbled as he pushed himself to his feet, still dressed in nothing but his blackened pajamas, which were nothing more than baggy rags. A wide yawn echoed through his confines, and the alien pushed on the weakened door of his spacepod, accidentally knocking the broken thing right off it's hinges with a resounding bang. "Rise and shine, Cider." The alien feline spoke to himself, standing up and stretching his craned neck. "You've got shit to do."
First things first, he had to find and meet with his brother... He should have landed nearby. They already went over the plan together- after landing, immediately they had to reunite at the Roquette Stop Inn at the central capitol of the planet... However, Cider's ears instintively shook in pain when some yell echoed from the other side of the river.
Irritated, Cider let out a low growl. Something about a fight? With another wide yawn, the Hakaijin peered out of his impact crater, seeing a strange man on the other side of the river he landed beside. Cider glanced down to his hand, clenching it into a fist a few times. Ah, what the heck- a little social interaction never killed anyone.
"Hey, yapper." Cider called, flying forwards and landing beside the android. The cat gave a look at him up and down, seemingly not impressed. "You do realize there's all sorts of fighting rings and competitions on this planet already, right?" Cider scratched behind his ear with a yawn. "Well, it should, if those brochures were anything to go off of."
"Whatever. You want a fight? Fine. I'll give you one- I could use a good warm-up." Cider spoke, closing his eyes with a slow inhale. "...But you're gonna have to get me something to eat after in exchange. A two week-long cryosleep REALLY wear on your stomach."
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Post by Van-80 on Feb 19, 2018 13:37:58 GMT -6
It seemed the androids incessant yelling paid off, as some sort of purple cat alien landed close by. Once again Van-80’s manic tendency to switch between loud and childish and smooth and intelligent reared it’s beautiful head, leading to a sudden change in demeanor.
“Ah, another alien, how interesting. Seems Earth is a veritable melting pot of life these days.” The alien in question proceeded to wonder why Vanity was just standing around shouting at the top of his lungs for a fight, when the planet is filled with all manner of fighting opportunities. Upon hearing that, the android froze, taking a brief moment to peruse his data banks. “Ima is that true? And if so, why didn’t you tell me?”
“It is indeed true, however upon reactivation of our scanning capabilities, I’ve deduced that the average human would likely be unable to provide meaningful data.” replied the AI bluntly.
“I see…” the beautiful android then remembered that he appeared to be talking to himself again. “Forgive me, that was my assistant Ima, now about this fight you’re offering me?” Van queried turning his attention back to the purple cat.
Van-80 placed a hand to his chin, listening to the proposal. Fight in exchange for food. The android was originally saving his money for repairs to his lab, but one meal certainly wouldn’t put too large a dent in his funds. He did however try and fail to stifle a small giggle when he heard the two weeks cryosleep. “Two weeks you say? That’s funny, I was asleep for twenty years or so. Of course I’m not sure if I need food or not.” Ima went to chime in, but the robot waved her off. “Alright then, it’s a deal one fight for one lunch. Ima, prepare offensive protocols.”
“Now activating B.U.T. drive, all systems functioning at 100% efficiency.”
“Alright Mr. Cat man, I’m ready when you are. Oh, and my name is Van-80 by the way, you can call me Vanity or just Van,” the android introduced as he took his ready stance.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2018 18:46:55 GMT -6
CIDER'S PL: 2,000 BASE || 8,000 ATK / 4,000 DEF ACTIVE (x4/x2)
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APOLOGIZES FOR THE SHORT POST BUT- ROUND ONE: FIGHT
"Cider. I am a Hakaijin- we're best known for our... power, so all I can advise is for you to be on guard." The Hakaijin spoke, giving his name right back to the android after Van gave his own identity. A fight was in order, and although Cider was promptly a little suspicious of Van talking to himself, or rather his AI partner, the destructive alien slipped into a stance of his own. "And if I win, then you double the food. Alright?" He playfully prodded, cracking his neck and knuckles to ready himself.
Cider scanned Van's stance- he didn't seem intent on making the first move, so it was his turn to lurch forward and strike. With a swift lunge, the alien destroyer would rush his foe with a flurry of punches, intent on finishing the initiating barrage with a swift kick right to the android's face!
[N1] Rum n' Gum combo used for 2,640 PL!
KP: 2/3
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Post by Van-80 on Mar 2, 2018 16:26:46 GMT -6
Van-80 smirked, more than ready to absorb the oncoming assault. With a lavish flick of his wrists, a shimmering blue coating. Now more than ready to endure the flurry of punches from the cat like alien. His Vanity Refusal was plenty to stop the combo from doing any major damage, only breaking just in time for the android to find an opening for his on onslaught.
“Sounds fair to me,” the robot prefaced, ready to retaliate, “But if I win,” hoping his cocky attitude and almost complete indifference to the opening blow would distract Cider enough to land his own fist to the stomach.
“If I win then you help me fix up my home? After lunch of course.” If his punch should succeed, he’d follow it up with his own flurry, this one of kicks however, and certainly not as fancy as the Hakaijin’s. Van-80 style was rather flamboyant, though not “necessary.” His movements seemed to flow from one to the next, with not beginning or end, his kicks flaring upwards in a slight twirl. Should his assault go unanswered, he’d finish it off with a ki blast to Cider’s chest. Of course prepared for a possible counter, Van would instead try and jump back only if the need should arise.
“Hmm, thought that would’ve been stronger, guess some of my offensive systems are rusty from lack of use.”
“Unfortunately you’re offense systems are indeed corrupt, however I managed to restore your barrier system to approximately 75% of its former capacity.”
[N1] Vanity Refused barrier used at 2,000 PL leaving 323 PL left over (if that?) KP: 2/3 That's barely enough to ruffle my hair *insert dramatic hair flip* sorry if mine's a bit short too, I'm sure we can feed this fire though!
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