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Post by knightmare on Sept 23, 2019 2:06:25 GMT -6
It was a crisp, autumn evening that met the Spinach Wastes... A cool breeze filtered through the air, knocking some orange and brown leaves off of the few trees that dotted the landscape. It also rustled the amber fields of grain, causing small waves and ripples to spread across the fields. Wheat. Millet. Oats. Barley. Rye. All of it would be ready for harvest in just a month or so. As would the various vegetables and tubers that were growing fat in the dirt. The land had been good this year in most places, where spaceships hadn't crashed and battles hadn't been fought. Or at least, it had been.
For the past few weeks, farmers across the region reported dead crops. Grain that had been growing fine the the day before was suddenly wilted. Cabbages that had been crisp and green and bright... were suddenly afflicted with blight overnight. Those that studied the diseases of plants could not find a cause. They only could ever figure out what could not have caused the plants to die. It wasn't locusts or weevils or caterpillars. None of those had been swarming in great numbers. It couldn't have been any sort of fungus, because no spores were found on the dead plants. It wasn't one of the strains of bacterium or virus that could affect plants... none of the dead leaf crops had the tell-tale yellow banding or distorted fruits or vegetables of such diseases. It also couldn't have been fire, although the crops were often burnt... as there was no hint of accelerant, the ground did not show any signs of being heated, and wooden fence posts were left completely untouched. Whatever it was, it did not spread normally either. Entire towns had been consumed on some nights, with the death ending at their borders. On other nights, one farm would be consumed while its neighbors were left untouched. This caused quite the buzz around the area.
The buzz intensified when chicken-ostriches started turning up dead in their pastures. Like the crops, their bodies were often burned and withered. Yet, they also showed signs of being butchered and cut apart before they were burned. That was when talk turned to intentional sabotage, weapons testing, punk kids, company agents looking to buy land for more commercial plots... Police investigators had just as much luck as the botanists in finding any clues. Every case went cold almost as soon as it was opened. So, the Spinach Wastes turned to vigilante justice. Bounties, public and private, were put out in multiple townships for the capture of whoever was damaging crops and slaughtering animals and busting up barns. Bounties that steadily increased from mere thousands of zeni to tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands to millions...
Then the provincial government stepped in. The local bounties were undone, the budgets that had been set aside for them were lumped together. And some provincial cash was put up. So, now, there was a single bounty and a single printing of a poster that was pasted all over the Spinach Wastes. Five million Zeni to whoever brought in the person, or persons, responsible for the destruction of crops, livestock, and precious property. There was no picture, as nobody had seen said person/persons. There was only a description of what usually came before and after the incidents. A thick fog bank that clung close to the ground and lowered visibility to nearly nothing. Loud scraping noises, followed by harsh crashes of metal on something. Laughter. Booming, ominous laughter. And finally, sickly lights glowing over the horizon and moving far faster than any flying machine, and most ki-trained humans, could.
As the sun finished setting, and evening turned into night... Villagers and lone farmers all around the Wastes prayed that their farms wouldn't be hit next. And that someone would stop whatever was killing the plants and animals before they were next.
The Evil Knight is up to no good in the Spinach Wastes!
Base PL for Thread: 23,000
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Post by Amara on Sept 24, 2019 11:55:45 GMT -6
Thread PL: 25,000 | Items: Scouter, Spacepod + Blutz Generator
"I've been workin' on the Spacepod, all the live-long day~♪" Amara fiddled with a few controls as her pod zoomed over the mostly flat agriculture terrain, mood considerably brightened by the recent restoration of both her ship and her generator from the idiots at Central City. She finally felt fully equipped again! Blaster, scouter, spacepod, and generator - all together once more in perfect harmony for the Saiyan to do her job. The repair costs still burned a hole in pocket... once which she was quickly on her way to rectify in the form of a local bounty posted in the Eastern regions.
The collective community had collected and was willing to fork over five million for the defeat and/or capture of whatever was ransacking stuff. That was enough cash to cover her repairs completely and give her a bit of a nest egg to live off of so she wouldn't have to work a little bit. And knowing Earth, it was probably like a rogue dinosaur or evil scientist creation doing all the destroying. Nothing she should have trouble dealing with in a timely manner. Especially when she had Great Ape as a back-up now that she had easy access to Blutz once more.
A few troubling reports mentioned some whacko things going on, like fog, burning, and whatever else she hadn't bothered to fully read. Still, causing trouble for Earthlings wasn't exactly a monumental feat for power - another Earthling with a ballistic firearm could do so just as well. She didn't completely underestimate the threat, which was why she had waited to get her generator back before setting out, but felt confident that it wouldn't have to be used. The only annoying part was that the spooky stuff usually happened at night, because of course it did.
The front of her craft rolled open, allowing the Saiyan to leap out and land unto the ground below, scouter primed and active for picking up any energy signature past 100. Her spacepod continued to slowly circle above her, set into auto-pilot and ready to either distance itself from harm or pick her up when the job was done. Amara grumbled a bit, slightly irritated by the cold and low visibility of the surrounding area. She'd make her way in a loose zig-zag around the open fields close to the local farms, using her own vision and her scouter to search for hostiles.
knightmare
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Post by Yanwang on Sept 24, 2019 15:06:16 GMT -6
Yanwang sniffed around trying to smell for what he was looking for. When locals talk about some creature causing a ton of damage to farmland. Before they show up they would bring thick smoke. To him, that sounded like a really strong ghost that held to be dealt with. No way Yanwang would miss out on this chance. Plus that was what he was doing now to keep himself in fighting shape. Ok so maybe the 5,000,000 Zeni bounty was really tempting. Maybe it was not a ghost but this was also just chance happening. Yanwang paused as he walked around his eyes looking upt o see a pod flying in the air. Yanwang rubbed his hair in confusion. Was this the ghost they were talking about. Just someone's space pod. Guess it could make all those fog. If they attached a few fog machines it could do the work pretty well. Yanwang leaped into the air to land on the pod and latch on like a rat. He noticed someone was down there below the pod. His eyes wandered down. "Hello, old lady you the bad guy causing the problem." From what he was looking she looked pretty old. All those scars totally meant she was an old-timer. Maybe an old-time fighter who has now retired?
Powerlevel:143,000
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Post by knightmare on Sept 24, 2019 19:34:04 GMT -6
After the Saiyan woman touched down, but before the ogre boy came into the picture, a fog cloud began to roll in. The mist was thick, and it clung low to the ground... so that the edges of the bank lapped and flowed around Amara's ankles and the roots of the plants whenever she touched down. It only grew thicker as she zigged and zagged, reducing her visibility even further. Soon enough, she wouldn't be able to see more than an arm's length away from her own body, at least not with any definition. There were still shadows here and there, the outlines of a farmhouse or a windmill. Something that was probably a truck... But nothing else. Not even the floodlights of her pod would have pierced the fog... And then there was a light. No, four lights. Over the horizon. Two were rather close together, small... They were almost like eyes. Eyes that stared at her with equal parts malice and glee. Eyes that were locked on her and her alone. That was when something flickered to the side of her. There was a flash of light... and the sound of sad folk music began to echo out. A truck nearby her had simply turned on, as had the radio. The lights on it flickered, and the radio cut in and out through the chorus. The outline of the truck, thus kept flickering in and out of the saiyan's vision. Then her scouter would have started up with some strange interference. Flickering on and off, showing absurdly high readings RIGHT below its maximum threshold, then absurdly low ones that it reported as a threat. Scrrrrrrrp... CLANG....The interference disappeared right as the clang rang out. A quick scan of the creature with the scouter would have revealed a single figure. Humanoid, two arms, two legs, a head where you would expect. The only strange thing about it was the outline. It jutted out at strange angles, and the head was bucket shaped. Almost like the thing was... covered in tumors. Or perhaps wearing some primitive exosuit or battle armor. Scrrrrrrrp... CLANG....
The lights were suddenly closer... The figure was more distinct and clear. One of the lights was clearly coming from the top of the thing's bucket-shaped head, it was a tall plume of fire. The two smaller lights were set into the head itself, again like eyes. And then there was the fourth light. It was extending out of something that the figure held in one of its hands. A torch of sorts. The other hand held a very long, flat, two-edged blade. A greatsword, one too large for one of those weak humans to wield one-handed.
Scrrrrrrrp... CLANG....
Again, it was much closer after a single step. The thing's torch seemed to banish the fog in a way that the other lights hadn't, so more details became apparent as it got closer. By that third step, there was color and detail. Shiny, grey armor covered the thing from head to toe. Only its bony hands were revealed, skeletal fingers clutched at the hilt of the sword and the bronze torch. No details of the face were revealed from behind the visor in its helm, not even shadows or shapes... despite the bright glare of the eyes, for that was what they had to be, staring at Amara. The armor bore many strange symbols and runes and letters of an alphabet long dead and gone, which covered nearly every spare inch of the steel. All except for a spot on the chest-plate, which was clear to make the skull and jawbones etched into the very center of the plate that much more visible.
There was still the laughter. Echoing up like it was shouted into a cast-iron pot, or a cave or crevice. Echoing all around, ringing out over the little valley that the pair were in. It was consuming everything with its loud, aggressive, hungry sound that rang around the ears of any nearby. And then it stopped.
The silence was perhaps more deafening than the laughter. No owls screeched, no crickets chirped, no dogs or wolves howled, and the sounds of the pod's engines were distant and muted. As if the fog was trying to smother the noise while it blanketed the ground. The thing spoke.
"Ah, a woman of Saiya,
Slinking close to the dirt.
Here to water these fine crops?
Ah, let me help, I'LL MAKE THINE BLOOD SPURT!"
Scrrrrrrrp... CLANG....
After that last step, the figure launched itself toward Amara. The blade of its sword suddenly glowed with the same sickly flame that spewed from its torch and head and eyes. The creature ducked low as it got to right in front of Amara, with its blade held low and pointed to the ground. Then it swung the blade up in an arc for an underhand cut across the woman's belly and chest. If it hit, she'd feel the cold, hard touch of steel, along with a cauterizing burn from the fire around the blade. If it did not... well the creature was ready for that. As it began to swing its blade around for a series of quick strikes.
The Knight is using [A1] Spectral Slash, aimed at Amara, for 33% of its PL.
Delivered for approximately 7,290 PL.
-1 KP
Current KP Count: 2.3
The battle, if Amara decided to fight back, was rather short-lived, however. As the creature turned its head to its left, the east. It made a noise that was most certainly not human. Something like an angry, growling dog mixed with the sound of little knives scraping and sliding against each other. Then it turned back to Amara, saying nothing. Instead, it began to sink down into the solid dirt... disappearing into the ground. As it did so, the creature, most definitely futilely, attempted to hide its power and lower its apparent strength to something close to the level of the bugs and rats cowering in the grass nearby.
As the figure disappeared, so did the fog. The mist began to fade and roll away, clearing up and up... until only vague remnants were left in a few corners of the fields when Yangwang came up the road. Just little puffs of cloud hugging the ground. But still, no creatures made any calls, nor stirred from their hiding places. Not for a while anyways.
Aaaand, the Knight is now trying to flee the ogre. He's attempting to exit the thread before Yanwang even realizes he was there.
Amara Yanwang
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Post by Amara on Sept 25, 2019 9:28:19 GMT -6
"Oh boy, my favorite." The Saiyan breathed sarcastically, squinting and waving her hand to futilely try and see through the thick blanket of mist. "Okay, so this wasn't here a moment ago. Probably unnaturally caused, perhaps some sort of machine or technique?" Besides, not even the obnoxiously bright headlight on her spacepod could pierce it, the light refracting off the close-knit condensation of the air. Then, to make matters worse, glowing balls of light appeared - focused on her through the thick fog. Amara frowned, aura flaring up as she readied herself for potential danger. Her expression remained totally neutral, unperturbed by the events around her. It'd take more than a few spooky happenings to shake someone as hardened as her, after all. The Saiyan frowned, tapping her scouter as it bugged out, spazzing back and forth between readings of Power Levels around her. She had been about to take the thing off when it stabilized, giving one solid reading of something directly in front of her. A vaguely humanoid shape had appeared, reading at approximately twenty-three thousand. It was surprisingly strong, only slightly below her own threshold; and that was before it transformed if it had such an ability. Amara shifted, still confident in her ability to handle the threat; even if it became stronger, there was little in the known universe that could match or outpace the might of an Oozaru... though fighting something in this fog as a Great Ape would be a bit more difficult. The thing that dragged itself from the blanket of mist was definitely not technologically based. She could've assumed that from the beginning with the reports from the surrounding villages, but seeing it with her own eyes confirmed her suspicions. Amara stared, trying to piece together what exactly the thing was. If Amara had been a native to Earth or perhaps spent some time researching past traditions, she might've recognized it as old fashioned armor and weapons, strung together by some sort of magic. She didn't, though, and merely assumed it was just some sort of... Demon or Ghost. It was obvious to anyone that the giant slab of metal it heaved at its' side was a weapon, though, and although most typical 'swords' wouldn't really hurt someone with a Power Level like hers, she had a feeling this one would be an exception. The Saiyan tensed, ready to fight, but then it spoke. Amara blinked, confusion etched on her face. "Did you just rhyme at me?" Nevermind the open threat of spilling blood, Amara was just taken aback by the simple wordplay. "What kinda farm ravager are you, anyway?" The creature didn't seem to like that. Probably because it lunged at her, weapon alighting in flame along the way. It was incomprehensibly fast by human standards, but Amara was no human. The sword arced, swinging to cleave her vertically. A dark look descended on her face, arms suddenly crackling to life with sparks of golden Ki as one arm moved to halt the blade in its' place, dissipating the energy behind the swing, as her second moved to strike Knightmare directly in its' head. Assuming it still tried to attack her afterward, the Saiyan would meet the rush with a flurry of her own blows - parrying the weapon with her bare hards infused with Ki to combat the otherwordly flames. Well she was, up until the being decided to suddenly retreat, breaking from the engagement and attempting to flee. Amara was confused, before her Scouter picked up the sudden appearance of another, and much much larger Power Level further down the road. The Saiyan was left standing in a fog-less field, energy still crackling around her body, when the other person approached. And by approached she meant fell from the sky, causing Amara to jump reflexively, turning to face the Ogre with a wary eye. Who was this guy and what did he- wait. "Excuse me?" Did he... did he just call her old? "Okay, first of all - rude. Secondly, no. I was attempting to engage with a ghost when it suddenly fled... probably because you came around." knightmare
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Post by Yanwang on Sept 25, 2019 14:14:47 GMT -6
Yanwang looked down as something was coming to deal with them. "Huh?" Yanwang was confused at what was going on but slowly he began to piece together some sort of idea of what might be going on. Yanwang peeked his head to see some sort of mist forming? Yanwang assumed this was the ghost everyone was talking about. This got him all exciting. This really must have been an ultra-powerful ghost warrior. Yanwang was ready to take them down. This should be super duper easy. Yanwang watched and waited boredly on the pod for something to happen. Maybe the ghost would attack him head-on or run away? First, though it was talking which seemed to be the most important part of a fight from what he heard. He had some funny words to say and then it was time to attack. Today though the ghost decided to attack the saiyan. Guess he decided to deal with her first instead of the lovable ogre.
Yanwang was going to jump into to help the old lady but she was able to send the attack flying with her own attack. "That is cool." Yanwang looked down and fell off the pod landing in front of Amara. "Rude?" Yanwang tilted his head. "Well you are old and the ghost fled?" Yanwang turned his head to where he thought the ghost would but they were gone. "Oh dang it!" Yanwang roared. He was hoping the ghost would stay to fight? How was he supposed to test his almighty strength now? Yanwang rubbed his chin in thought. Yanwang leaped up into the air and attempted to crash down on the ground to break it all apart. He had heard of ghosts disappearing but he if he sent a ton of rocks out maybe he'd hit the ghost and make it come out of hiding.
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Post by knightmare on Sept 29, 2019 1:41:47 GMT -6
The knight's eyes flickered a tad when his blade was blocked by a bare arm. Well, not entirely bare, there was a crackling field of bright yellow energy wrapping around it. The knight simply kept pushing with his swordarm as he met resistance. Though he did not grunt or growl or make any sort of noise of struggle... he did try his best to get through this infuriating yellow barrier to the soft flesh underneath. However, from the opposite side, another arm came at the side of his helmed head. It was surrounded by a similar field of power, sparking and crackling with barely restrained ki.
However, there was no satisfying burst or hit to release that energy. The head, and the body and blade, of the knight... flickered and dimmed. Like the fire on a match that had been exposed to a breeze or wind. He didn't disappear, but he became less "real" for a moment. And thus, the Saiyan's arm went right through his helm with no resistance, only to come out the other side.
The Knight uses SU1 Intangible Horror to dodge what's left of UA2 Rolling Thunder.
-1 KP
Current KP: 1/3
When Yanwang crashed down into the ground... a good chunk of a bunch of fields was permanently ruined. Not only was the dirt crushed, cracked, and thrown up... in the area closest to the center of impact, it had been removed down to the bedrock. The bedrock itself was also cracked and thrown up and around. So now there were boulders and jagged spikes of rock where there wasn't any before. The crops in the area were burned or dead. The boundary fences that had separated a few plots of land were completely disintegrated. They'd been made out of simple wooden beams, so... they were no match for even a fraction of the ogre's power.
While he wasn't crushed by the rocks, a few pebbles, bits of dirt and dust, and even some wheat, all fell onto the knight's hidden, invisible form. He thus let himself once more become visible, he let his power rise to its normal height, and he flickered so that the various bits and bobs all fell to the new ground level inside of the crater. The fog... did not reappear. And the knight had returned his sword to its sheathe. His skeletal hands only held the torch up. His head turned between the pair, and his eyes flickered. Where there had been rage in the burning orbs with Yanwang's coming... now they had that look of glee and malice again.
The free hand, which had once clutched at the pommel of his blade, went up... just... straight up.
"I surrender...
There is nowhere to run.
I shall come with ye,
And end my sport and fun."
The hand that he'd held up gestured to Amara with a little flourish of the bony fingers.
"For without armor or shield,
Thou can stop mine blade.
The edge never touched thine flesh,
No matter the effort that I made."
He then pointed to Yanwang... before sweeping his arm wide at the destruction that the little ogre had caused to the farmland all around them. Or, what had once been farmland.
"And THINE strength...
It is formidable as well.
If I had stood against you,
With one blow, I would have surely fell."
The knight then shrugged... before glancing off to the side. At a barn. A barn full of farm equipment, close to a small farmhouse and a windmill. It was a bright, cherry red with white highlights. It might have been freshly painted just earlier that week. The eyes looked between the barn and Yanwang as the knight continued his strange speech.
"Ah, but before I am taken,
And locked away...
I ask for one little thing,
Another show of strength, I pray."
He pointed to the barn that he'd been looking at with a bony finger right after he asked for a demonstration.
"Ah, perhaps yonder barn,
Could serve as demonstration?
Nothing alive is within,
Nor very close to that location."
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Post by Amara on Sept 29, 2019 16:49:37 GMT -6
Where Amara had expected to meet metal was instead the feeling of nothing, her swing passing through the now translucent ghost and soaring harmlessly through the air as her Ki sparked and disapparated. She had been on the verge of cursing the specter's retreat when the Ogre had shown up. And now he was insisting on calling her old. "How are you even coming to that conclusion?" She muttered, crossing her arms. "And even if that were true, you shouldn't go around proclaiming it the world!" Jabbing an accusatory finger at the Ogre, Amara didn't have much more time to pursue the topic before it switched. "Yeah. He fled. I guess as soon as he sensed you coming, he-"
Yanwang then leaped into the air. "What are you doing?" The Saiyan asked in exasperation. "That's not going to get him to come out, you know. Hitting the ground won't magically coax the thing out of hiding." The Ogre, of course, hit the ground anyway - because he didn't care what Amara thought was possible. The force of the impact tore deep into the ground, the mercenary grimacing as he caused even more property damage than the spirit managed too in this short period of time. The shockwave that rippled from the sight of the impact managed to stumble her slightly. Confused, Amara checked her scouter.
Oh. Yeah. Just a measly one-hundred forty thousand. Y'know, as you do. His tactic also inexplicably worked, the ghost appearing once more with its' weapon sheathed. Amara's face twisted into one of disbelief. "Did that serious draw it out?" The Saiyan said slowly. "Of course it did. Why wouldn't it." Throwing her hands up the air, Amara took a moment to vent her frustrations before turning back to the problem at hand. If the thing was still alive - alive being a relative term - and kicking, they'd need to take it down still. Amara wreathed her body in golden Ki once more, ready to fight.
"Oh no, they're rhyming again." She quipped dryly, holding off the urge to go in and punch the thing. Turning her head to the red all-powerful dude next to her, she pointed at the subdued ghost. "If he wants to 'demonstrate' something, it is probably bad, yeah? Though I suppose the decision is up to you, seeing how the spookster and I kind of deadlock each other in battle. If you wish to let the thing go through with this 'demo', I'll come with."
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Post by Yanwang on Sept 29, 2019 18:32:17 GMT -6
When she asked how he was able to find out how Amara was so old. "Well, you got scars on your face. I assume that means your an old warrior." Yanwang said as he rubbed his nose. Guess it was rude to call her old but she was. At least that what he assumed. Then she seemed to be confused when he came flying down. She seemed to think they could not get the ghost out of the ground. She was silly he was an expert ghost hunter. Yanwang's fist broke the ground open as he revealed the ghost! Yanwang was really excited that he was able to bring him out of the ground. "See I told you it would work." Sure he had not been sure it'd work but it did so he was totally the best.
Then the Ghost just backed down. He didn't even want to fight? Yanwang titled his head in confusion. He had to assume this guy could sense Ki he had attacked the Saiyan woman why not him? Yanwang dropped his head in bordem. He had been expecting something a lot more. He was saying some odd words that didn't make much sense to Yanwang. Yanwang then rubbed his chin, he was unsure what he was going to do next. He did have to send him back to the afterlife but he was unsure how. Yanwang rubbed his chin in deep thought. Yanwang sighed. "Huh I've never sent a ghost back to the afterlife...what do I do?" He'd looked at his hands trying to think of something? Did he just blast him? That would be murder he didn't do that. Maybe he called someone to do it but what ogre could he ask to help him with this problem. He turned to Amara. "You seem smart old lady what do I do?" He'd asked.
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Post by knightmare on Oct 1, 2019 21:43:06 GMT -6
The spirit lost its jovial tone and air for just a moment as the two other beings... seemed to have two entirely separate conversations from himself and each other. His torch flared bright, as did his plume. His eyes, meanwhile, flickered and grew larger as his helmet and armor twisted and scraped. His body grew bigger, the bones in his hands slowly sharpened into claws... And the helmet that he wore seemed to almost grow a maw made of layers upon layers of sharp, steel teeth that barely hid a furnace somewhere in the monster's belly. As the light grew stronger, the mist returned to carpet some of the nearby crater. The shadows of the rocks seemed to grow and twist into shapes resembling monsters and demons. The knight's body also grew a tad, from somewhere around man-sized to near ten feet tall. The edges of his body also became less distinct, blending and blurring until...
Knight Activates x3 Haunting
PL boosts from 23,000 to 69,000
It all stopped. The knight was back to normal size, the shadows were just shadows, the mist had disappeared, and the lights had died back down to their normal brightness. The maw had also disappeared, leaving the bucket-helm smooth and unblemished once more. His bony hands were smooth and untarnished, and that same feeling of a smile radiated from his eyes.
Knight de-activates x3 Haunting
PL back to 23,000
"All that one needs,
Is to perform a rather simple spell.
A chant, a dance, and some simple stuff...
Would send me right back to Hell."
The knight put his skeletal hand to an area that roughly corresponded with where his chin would be, if he weren't wearing the helmet. Then he sssssscrraaaaaaaaped the tip of his index finger against a certain spot. The action left no scratch. Yet, each time he repeated it, the knight produced a sound akin to a fingernail being scratched over a chalkboard. After a few moments of this, the thing spoke again.
"Oh, but that would leave of me,
Naught but a tale to tell.
No body to show for the bounty..."
The knight shrugged as he finished the stanza of his strange poetry-speech, still clutching his torch.
"Oh well...."
That hint of a smile gained an extra hint of malevolence as the knight spoke his final line.
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Post by Amara on Oct 4, 2019 12:19:57 GMT -6
Of course, as distracted as they were it was hard to miss the alert of her scouter; the device warned the Saiyan as the spectral foe before her starting rapidly gaining power. It usually meant they were transforming, and with how quickly the numbers were growing the mercenary kept her thumb on the remote Blutz Waves signal - ready to shift into an Oozaru if necessary. The red boy's presence would probably already be more than enough to defeat him, especially if he himself hadn't transformed yet, but Amara didn't like relying on others to protect her own ass. The reading stopped at sixty-nine (kek) thousand, which easily dwarfed her own Power Level.
Oozaru would not only level the playing field but in-fact even give her the advantage if it came to that. She'd been about to press the button when the ghost suddenly turned back, the Saiyan's eyes narrowing as he did so. What was the point of that whole thing? Was it supposed to rattle them? The red guy had got caught up on the whole 'returning ghosts to the afterlife' thing. Amara simply shrugged, but it seemed the Ghost was kind enough to explain it (in rhymes, of course). It was a bit confusing as to why he'd say such things, until...
"Oh, I get it." Irritation seeped into the mercenary's tone. "You're giving the ultimatum of what each of want, which conflict." She glared hard at him, pointing a finger. "Unfortunately for you! Such a tactic would normally work. Normally being the keyword." She turned her scouter on red lad once more just to confirm. "Unfortunately, he is much much stronger than I am. And having no wish to get the snot kicked outta me by a red midget, I'm afraid I'll have to acquiesce to his demands."
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Post by Yanwang on Oct 4, 2019 15:45:26 GMT -6
Yanwang looked at the ghost fellow as he told him all he needed to do in a spell and chant. Yanwang blinked a few times as he rubbed his chin. He was unsure if he was being truthful. Why would the ghost be truthful if he was going to send him back to the afterlife? Yanwang was unsure what to do since even if this was the truth he didn't know any of the words needed for a said chat. Yanwang rubbed his head in annoyance as he tried to figure this out. Yanwang looked at him as he explained that if he disspear then Amara would go no money. "Eh it's ok I'm the strongest around so she can't stop me anyway. Plus she is an old lady." Yanwang looked back at Amara as she confirmed that. She was not going to try to fight him because she knew how strong he was. Though she did decide to call him a midget. "Hey, that is really rude why are you calling me short. I could grow to be way taller than you." Yanwang laughed crossing his arms over his chest.
Yanwang was ready to show him the true power he had but he also didn't think that was a good idea. Then he turned back to Knightmare. "Ok, so I don't know how to send you back to the afterlife. So we need to figure out what to do with you. I cannot deal with you doing that but I can't let you run around and do whatever you want. I guess we could just have you arrested. That would work well enough. Then in a few weeks, I'll come back and send you back once I get my skills up to the level to send you back to the otherworld? That sound good to you?" Yanwang pointed at Knightmare hopefully he'd not try to run away. Throwing him away in jail was probably going to allow him to escape.
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Post by knightmare on Oct 10, 2019 0:04:33 GMT -6
The knight didn't move at all when Amara gave her accusation. Instead, he just stared directly at her. His chest didn't rise to breathe... his fingers didn't twitch or turn. The only thing that moved on him were the flames on his torch and plume, as his eyes seemed to almost contract into tiny little points of light that no longer flickered or moved like fire. Just eyes... staring at the Saiyan woman. No, through her. Through her flesh and muscle and bone to whatever lay beneath... Hungrily...
Then Yanwang piped up, and the ghostly knight's eyes were back to being little fires. He turned his bucketed helm with a little scraping noise, then stared at the ogre for a moment. Again, he put a bony hand to his chin and tapped and scraped as if in deep thought. Finally, after a few moments of this, the knight suddenly shifted his shoulders and folded his elbows into his body to shrug. While the hand that held his torch did not move too much, the knight's free hand suddenly flipped about to show the pair a bony palm, and his shoulders were squeezing at an angle seemingly impossible for a man WEARING plate armor.
"Hrrrm....
I shall agree!
I must have a promise,
A pact with thee!"
The knight pointed a finger at the ogre with his free hand. The shrug dropped... Then that same finger moved to point up to the sky while the knight's eyes "closed"... or rather dimmed and shifted into the shape of semicircles.
"Thou must promise...
For this and every age...
To not tell the lawmen,
Of mine weakness to sage."
Suddenly, the knight gave a wide sweep over the vista with his hand.
"For should one burn,
Some sage to ashes,
Then lump it into charcoal,
I would suffer a fat most tragic."
That free hand went to the top of the knight's helmet, with the back of his bony wrist and steel bracer pressing to the very top of the "forehead" of that metal bucket.
"Wherever one has marked,
With this lump of sage,
That place would be my prison,
An eternal cage!"
The knight then turned back to Yanwang with a flourish of its tattered cape, before kneeling before the runt. He was... he was totally ignoring Amara. Perhaps, one could guess, because she was too smart for his tricks. Albeit, by her own admission, only situationally.
"Should you make this vow,
In prison I shall stay,
Until the time comes,
To banish me away."
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Post by Amara on Oct 14, 2019 18:06:08 GMT -6
"'Could' and 'will' are two very different things, red lad." Amara snarked, crossing her arms. The afterlife-related dude then went on his tirade about the conundrums of what exactly to do with the ghost before them. The Saiyan didn't really interrupt, not entirely caught up on whatever the Kami he was talking about anyone, and instead was keeping a much closer eye on the ghost to make sure it didn't try to slip away while he was distracted. However, there was one thing she had to butt in on. "...Arrested? As in, the human police?" She said incredulously.
"Okay first off, they believe ghosts are all some otherwordly malefic entities with unimaginable power... and to the Earthlings, that'd be accurate. They don't have the right magic or technology to accurately contain a ghost of this caliber. That's assuming they even try, and not run away screaming after it spooks them with some poetry. I can say with one-hundred percent certainty that he'd dip after we left... and probably take a few of the civvies along with them." She'd been about to continue, when the ghost interrupted her. "Hey, what do you mean you agree-" He then continued ignoring her and only talking to the ogre.
"...Sure, whatever, fine. You guys do you. I'm leaving, as obviously I get nothing from this arrangement. You deal with Mr. Spookypants over here best you see fit." She jabbed a finger at Yanwang. "But I'm not responsible for damages it causes when it escapes."
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Post by Yanwang on Oct 15, 2019 15:39:36 GMT -6
Yanwang stared at the ghost knight fellow. He really was talking in some other tongue. Sure he heard the English in there but he could barely understand it. "Are you speaking Spanish?" He heard it was popular around here too. Maybe he was just the type to use different tongues to confuse people. He sure as heck confused poor Yanwang. Yanwang turned to Amara as she spoke about how this was a terrible idea. She had a good point how could he trust the police to take care of him. "Hmmm that is right that is a good point, old lady." Yanwang tried to think of a solution that could fix all of this. Man, he didn't know what to do. What was worse was that lady was walking away? He needed her help she could not just leave. He'd point to the ghost. "Stay there for a second I'll be back." Ok so maybe he should say something longer but he not try to run right. Yanwang leaped onto Amara back climbing up. "Hey, you can't leave yet! I gotta figure out what to do. You seem smart for an old lady so help me decide what to do with this guy. Please!"
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