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Post by Kiko Kai on Oct 14, 2019 16:29:05 GMT -6
Bravo’s PL: 5,000 l 15,000
Bravo was sure he had been right next to Kiko. After Basil disappeared, he had gotten really scared and valiantly resisted the urge to squeeze Kiko until she popped because she didn’t like being hugged that much. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help thinking that he should have done it anyway now that he was totally separated from her. The darkness had cleared away some time ago and now he was just left wandering a strange, scary world all by himself. To be fair, Bravo knew he could take care of himself to some degree. He had managed - kind of - before Kiko had come along. He just missed her and the others. He felt safer with them. Digging in his pocket, Bravo pulled out his old pie of sunglasses. Whenever he used to be scared, he would always wear these to hide it. Somewhere along the way, hiding his face had actually given him confidence. Too much confidence according to Kiko. She had told him that he didn’t need to wear those around them. Around their family. But… maybe until he found them, putting them on wouldn’t be a bad idea. For now, Bravo settled for resting them on top of his head so he could flick them down if he needed to. This area of whatever this was had a lot of white sand. Big, dark rocks too. But Bravo has found some sand. He thought he could see some lights in the distance. Was there a city around here? Maybe he could find someone to help him! It wouldn’t be so bad! Hurrying off toward the lights, Bravo figured that it wouldn’t be long before he was with Kiko and the others.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 9:50:16 GMT -6
Thread PL: 35,000 | Item(s): Devil Lamp | X-Forms: 'Negative Energy' active for 70,000 PL in a Permanent form
It was a picturesque scene. Here he was, perched on the tip of one of many floating rocks - crouched with a single hand placed below him to keep balance. A pristine white scarf fluttered in the rhythmic breeze, no sound coming from the fallen god as he looked out over the Distorted Drifts. At first, one would call the sight of it chaos. Kanto was like that once when he had first arrived. Those who called it such, however, only proved that they had not yet looked past the surface level of bits and pieces of strewn stone and miasma. The 'Shinjin' liked to call it disorderly order.
The swirling mishmash of purples and red complemented the bleak, gray stone that made up the walkways of this part of the realm. Rumbling roars occasionally tore across the open area, streaks of lightning moving in what seemed to be slow-motion as they arced across the sky. Across this bed of heated colors, Kanto stuck out. The blues and whites and blacks that made his outfit contrasted sharply with the aesthetic of the Demon Realm... which was partly the point. He was a god, after all, not just some mere Demon. This place would not be his home forever, as beautiful as it was.
Kanto turned silently, intent to make his way back to the 'city' of Demons that was close by. The contrast between walking from the settlement with actual ground and sand to suddenly being in the drifts was jarring to most, but the Demon slipped through it with no issue. He paused, senses alight. Closing the eyes beneath the mask, the 'Shinjin' let himself slip into the familiar trance of foresight. The pitch-black void of the future greeted him, Kanto stepping through the murky blackness in an attempt to see what was so important.
A humanoid shape, devoid of color or features, appeared. It was rather tall, stumbling around near the outskirts of the city as if it were an imp fresh from the vine. Tilting his head, Kanto snapped back to reality and glanced around, attempting to seek out any unfamiliar energy signatures. The range on his ability was rather lackluster for the most part, taking up a great deal of energy just to extend it. A faint tingle of a relatively low Power Level brushed against his senses, unfamiliar and lacking the distinct 'demonic' tinge most beings around here had.
A hop, skip, and a leap later Kanto had narrowed down the area of this mysterious energy signature - terrain aiding as it was relatively level and flat compared to the drifts or the mountainous wastes of the inner Demon Realm. It took a few minutes, but eventually the fallen god came upon the progenitor of this energy. The sight of which... shocked him. Kanto noticed them first before they presumably would notice him. A yellow creature, garbed in clothes not of the Demon Realm, with eyewear. It was odd. Tilting his head, the Demon called out: "Hark, who goes there? Neither Demon or Devil you seem to be, yet in the realm of Demons you persist in."
Perhaps as used to Kiko's outfit as he was, Bravo might just mistake Kanto's copycat uniform and way of speech with him being an actual Shinjin.
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Post by Kiko Kai on Oct 21, 2019 9:16:58 GMT -6
As Bravo was bustling toward the lights in the distance, a voice ambushed him, making his head pop right off of his body in fright. He caught it in mid flight with a little hop and turned it this way and that, trying to find the source of the voice. It didn’t take too long to find. Tilting his head to the side in his hands, Bravo tried making sense of what he saw. It looked like a Shinjin like Kiko! But what would one be doing here? Sticking his head back onto his body, Bravo turned around and jogged toward the being, stopping a little ways away.
Now, when Bravo tried to speak, the words seemed to get caught in his throat. He always had trouble talking to new people. He hadn’t really been by himself like this since Kiko had found him and taken him in. Fighting the anxiety boiling up inside of him, Bravo took a deep breath and tried to utter some form of sentence. What he got was a nervous squeak. But… he had to say something! This person might know where Kiko was! Okay, maybe it was sunglasses time.
Flicking them down over his eyes, Bravo immediately felt a lot calmer. A certain familiar bravado returned. And then Bravo did something that Bravo would never normally do to someone he had just met. He flexed. He posed. And then he even dabbed. Confidence restored! Spinning around unnecessarily to face the Shinjin again, Bravo snapped his fingers into finger guns at the being.
“Hey there, Shinjin! Have you seen a hot little mama going this way? Maybe a purple cool cat? Or what about a kid? We got lost on the road of life, babe.”
Bravo used his Sugar Rush trait to flip his defensive and offensive multipliers. His PL is now 15,000 | 5,000. (Reads as 15,000)
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