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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 14, 2019 22:34:14 GMT -6
Back on Namek... With new scars and a new attitude. But her arrival wouldn't be announced to anyone, rather it would be hidden amongst the locals to ensure the most panic and terror caused possible. The permanent death to peace on Namek, that is what she signaled by her arrival. As the portal rippled open and Kitiana stepped out onto the Namekian soil once more she smiled, stretching her arms out as she grinned. No longer was her chest covered, instead allowing the markings that now covered nearly her entire torso, her entire left arm and had even crawled up to begin covering her face, to be in full view. With her next step she slammed her foot deep into the ground, building energy up before launching herself into the air, causing a miniature crater to form several seconds later from the sheer pressure she exerted from her overly dramatic take off. Her goal? To kill the Guru... To kill Oboe. The one person who had thought himself strong enough to save her, the arguably most peaceful person she'd ever met. With his death she would not only signify the death of the innocent girl she had once been, but the neigh permanent reign of her demonic heritage. With her new found strength from the Demon Realm it took her almost no time at all to reach the village, coming to a slow stop in the center of it. Her body straightened itself as she stood up straight, a smirk on her face as she looked around at some of the Namekians who turned to stare at her. It'd been awhile since she had last been here, and not all of them exactly excited that she was even here most likely. "OBOE! SHOW YOURSELF! COME AND LOOK UPON THAT WHICH YOU HAVE FAILED TO CONTROL! COME AND LOOK AT THE GIRL YOU FAILED TO SAVE, AND WITNESS MY POWER!"Her words roared out from her as she stretched her arms out horizontally before bringing her forearms upwards and flexing, allowing her power to finally be sensed as it exploded out from her, Her grin getting wider as her eyes flared and the dark energy began to spew forth from her markings that glowed a dark, sinister purple. She was calling to him, demanding that he show himself... To look upon what she had become. She wanted to see his face when he finally realized he failed. |
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Post by Oboe on Oct 15, 2019 12:22:35 GMT -6
Power Level: 159,000
Active Transformations: None
Energy Setting: 1
The days had been peaceful, if not a bit lonesome since many of the offworlders had departed. Since the Dragon Balls had been used, and as such made inert – once again returned to the marble from whence they came – it seemed most of the travel to his world had ceased. In some ways this had made the Guru happy as he no longer had to constantly monitor his people for their safety, though in others he was saddened as such departures had left him in his own solitude. Still, with the many repairs done to both the planet and his people’s homes (an outcome of his wish) still needing to be completed, Guru had kept himself occupied. It was on this day particularly that he had found himself within his home village, Oros Village, repairing some of the damage that had been caused by some of the more recent examples of strength. He found himself in the process of repairing a Namekian home when a familiar, yet sinister energy caused a tremble down his spine. So malevolent was this energy, so wicked and pained, Oboe had to stop what he was doing – effectively dropping a stack of lumber – to gaze up at the sky where it originated. “Kitiana…?”
The young girl whom had been in his charge, and had become one of his students, had been missing since her recovery. He’d deemed it necessary for her to come to terms with her life and what she wanted out of their interactions – but the being that floated there before the village did not even remotely feel like the same girl. With the descension into the center of town, Oboe – from the second tier of the plateau – took in the sight of the girl whom no longer reflected what he’d remembered. The markings that had only covered her body previously seemed to have predominantly taken residence all over her – and if he even wanted to ponder the meaning of such things, she declared her announcement. Her words, wicked and cruel, seemed condescending and in many ways a challenge. She taunted him, in a tone that did not seem her own, to take visual assessment of the girl he could not save. With such words stated, with such words uttered, Oboe knew that he’d failed her. The space he’d offered had been for naught it seems. Somehow her malevolent Tempest had finally taken full control of her faculties. This was no longer the Kitiana he knew. As she moved her arms down a shockwave of force cascaded over all those in attendance knocking many Namekians whom had gathered to the spectacle to fall over. His eyes narrowed; this was going to get out of hand too quickly! “Enough Kitiana!” Oboe called out from the ledge. He stared down upon her, his eyes burning with anger as he leapt down and came to land directly before her. “…How could this of happened, this was not what you wanted! You had come here to find peace, to control your darkness and become something more….have you truly fallen so far that you no longer see the light at the end…?” Oboe stared hard at the girl before a look of remorse crossed his features. Without a word, he’d turn his back on her and begin to walk away. “You are no more than a Shell of yourself. Leave, child. Leave now and never return and I shall spare you my rage…” Oboe’s words carried over his shoulder as he continued his walk away. He couldn’t dare turn back, he wouldn’t show her the tears building in his eyes as the full weight of his failure settled upon his features. Many of the Namekians in attendance felt the decision of their benevolent leader as a sign as many of the fathers took their sons into the houses that were around, mostly to hide, mostly to clear the way incase Guru decided to show his true majesty to this demonic offworlder. |
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 15, 2019 12:48:59 GMT -6
Kitiana's head turned upwards as she heard the voice of the Guru call out to her, a smirk on her face when he decided to come and join her. Slowly she licked her lips as he spoke, allowing him his one final piece. "You speak as if either of you have or even had a choice. The Blood Moon released me from my prison, it sealed her away and allowed me to finally have that which she denied me for so long." She didn't try to stop him from walking away, however she would not allow him to simply run. Instead she'd vanish from her spot and reappear where he had first been, on the second plateau overlooking the village itself. "Listen well Namekians, Your peace is over. The strong cower before the weak, the strong plead and beg for help when they should be ruling the weak!" Her left arm slowly rose, palm facing down towards the village with her fingers spread slightly apart "I am here to bring an end to that, to show that the strong rule the weak not the other way around!" The strange bracelet once more formed around her arm, slowly spinning around her wrist as the appendages hugged her arm. "Oboe, You claim I am but a shell... But this 'shell' has more power than she could have ever hoped to attain!"One by one the appendages snapped upwards and into place, until all five of them now stood perpendicular to her form. The spinning began to ramp up, the spiraling galaxy starting to form between each one as her right hand slowly rose to display the gleaming red gem she had coughed up the last time they had fought. The magical energies from the bracelet beginning to materialize. "This will bring about The End of your Peaceful Era! SAY GOOD BYE GURU, TO YOUR LIFE AND YOUR PRECIOUS VILLAGE!" She crushed the gem, causing the energies within to explode outwards and quickly become absorbed into the bracelet, fueling it's power to go even higher. "FINAL DREAM FLASH CANNON!" The spiraling stopped, the energy building to its climax before a beam large enough to completely encase the village in its path was released forth, a huge grin on her face as she watched the destruction that was to come. |
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Post by Oboe on Oct 15, 2019 14:28:56 GMT -6
Her reappearance where he had stood caused the Namekian to arc his neck and regard her. The speech granted – declaring the strong inheritors of a true destiny, the ruling destiny, and how this new form of Kitiana – the Tempest – would right this wrong. As he listened with irritation on his face, he noticed the familiar bracelet appear once again around the wrist. Eyes widening, he suddenly realized the intention the other held in their heart. With fear in his eyes, Oboe turned and regarded many of the Namekians still moving to their homes, paralyzed by the speech being presented. He had to move fast, there wasn’t enough time!
A massive surge of energy cascaded over his form as white flames licked at the sky above. Within his own telepathic mind, Oboe sent a message to those in the village to hang on to their loved ones and to flee if they could. Many Namekians began to run, but as they did so Oboe truly saw how fruitful it would be, the power of the attack charging growing in tenacity and strength with every passing second. What could he do?! How could he –
Oboe! This isn’t the time! USE IT! Steno’s voice cried from deep within his own mind.
He was right! There wasn’t any time left – he had to do what he could! Concentrating all of his energy outward, every Namekian citizen of the village found themselves encapsulated in a golden dome of energy. Each and every civilian finding themselves comforted by warm, healing light as defensive bubbles appeared around each and every one of them - including the young girl Eregla, whom had been left in his care by her father Algere. Faster and faster they appeared, more and more energy was used to protect them. He couldn’t allow them to die – He WOULDN’T allow them to die! As the last Namekian was covered, the attacks name was cried out;
“FINAL DREAM FLASH CANNON!”
Staring defiantly up at Kitiana, Oboe realized that to maintain the others protection…he would have to withstand this attack. He was prepared, both mentally and physically, for what was to come. He was prepared to give his life to protect his people, and his home. He stared at his tower, slightly behind and above Kitiana with sadness. They had built that home together…could she truly be this lost? Whether or not he had time to contemplate this or not was immaterial. The attack came.
Brilliant energy coalesced and encapsulated the village in a dome of searing destruction. Within the Horseshoe plateau, buildings were shattered and broken. Namekians screamed in terror as their protective domes cracked but withstood the sheer might of the attack. Outside however, in the center of the Maelstrom, Oboe screamed in pain as his body was assailed with such tremendous agony it was almost like being attacked by the one known as Om-Yogu again. He could feel his body giving out, but he persevered as long as he could. In a moment, everything he’d built, everything his father had built, everything he’d ever been was gone.
As the light dissipated and smoke cleared the air, only a wasteland of arid earth remained to indicate what had once been. The Namekians whom had been protected stood upright as their protective bubbles shattered. They had lived, but…in the center of the village, smoke rising from his body as purple blood splattered all over the ground, Guru remained. He was injured, far beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. His body was grievously wounded in many areas and those who saw him could only gasp and cry out in fear.
With great effort, he turned his head up to look at Kitiana. He wanted to counter attack, he wanted to say something…but the words never came. His body, strong as it was, had been taken by surprise – he could never have imagined she’d of attacked the entire village as she had. Dropping to his knees and falling face first into the dirt, Oboe’s mind drifted as only a single phrase was uttered to all those on Namek. Every Denizen on planet could hear a strange voice in their mind as he simply stated…
I…failed…
Oboe, through all his effort, fell unconscious upon the ground. Though not dead – he was so injured that he did not respond to anything. Even his racial ability to regenerate was not activating, as such…his appearance? If someone were to come across the scene it would appear as if Guru…was Dead. Kitiana had fallen.
Oboe transforms to his Great Namekian State! New Power Level: 477,000!!!!
Oboe, in an attempt to protect his people, uses his Guardian Shell (MB3) to cover every Namekian in the village (NPCs only) protecting them; Barrier Strength: 477,000!!
Oboe takes the hit directly – all 522,690 points of Damage impacts Oboe. (OUCH! 105% Dmg Taken)
KP Used: 3/3 KP Remaining: 0/3
Oboe falls to the ground Unconscious – his body looks dead
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Post by Ochra on Oct 15, 2019 14:43:04 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 152,160 He had felt the surge of power from across the planet. The malice and hatred behind it. It instantly told the bounty hunter that something was wrong. Very wrong. As he made his way towards it, he would feel another, familiar energy approaching the destination as well. That of his friend, Oboe. He...should be able to handle the situation, right? Oboe had become quite powerful, and he even had a transformed state as well. But something was wrong about this. Ochra felt like he needed to be there. He wasn't sure what he could do, but he could at the very least try to see what was happening. He would arrive, just in time to see the village erupt in a massive surge of energy. Ochra's eyes widened in horror, watching the energy washing over the village, buildings being destroyed. And in the center of it all, he could sense his friend. And then...he was gone. No. It couldn't be! OBOE!"As the dust filled the air, Ochra shot down, towards the center of the blast. the entire village looked decimated, but out of the corner of his senses, Ochra could sense the energies of the numerous Namekians of the village. But that wasn't important now. Right now, he was more concerned about his friend. Why couldn't he sense him? He should have been able to stop that attack...right? He looked on in horror as he saw his body laying there, in the middle of that crater. His condition looked horrendous. He...he couldn't be gone. It just wasn't possible. "Oboe!" Ochra shouted out, quickly flying to his side. He knelt down, gripping the fallen Namekian, trying to wake him up. To see if there was ANYTHING in there. But, the wounded Namekian just laid there, limp, like a rag doll. "No....no no no no..." Ochra repeated softly, his mind trying to process it all. This couldn't be true. Oboe couldn't be dead. The guru of this planet. A selfless man who only sought to protect and help others. He couldn't be dead. Slowly, Ochra's eyes turned skyward, seeing the form of the one responsible for this. Sensing that cruel, twisted energy. Shock, grief, and rage were now spiralling around inside of him, barely controlled. "WHY!?" Ochra shouted out at her, a part of him still unable to believe what had just happened. "Why did you do this!?"KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Amara on Oct 15, 2019 15:03:30 GMT -6
Thread PL: 82,500 | Items: Scouter, Spacepod, Blutz Generator
All in all, the day had been rather uneventful. Amara didn't particularly like the samey grass, water, and dome-shaped huts that seemed to be the entirety of what Namek's populace lived in. She for one couldn't stand living on a planet like this for very long. In fact, the Saiyan was already getting locations and directions mixed up and she'd only been here a few days! Tired of walking, she was instead lazily zooming through the sky in her space pod, stretched back in her seat and popping the lid off a can of Hetap. She would've continued to enjoy said drink had it not been for a sudden wave of psychic energy that pierced the entire planet.
Amara jerked, liquid spilling and soaking the seat and part of her suit as the words tore themselves through her mind without a chance to even process what was happening. Her craft continued putting away, already set to autopilot for one of the many, many villages dotting the Namekian countryside. "Effin hell, what was that?" She grumbled, sighing as the sticky soda seeped further into her seat. "'I failed'." She echoed, scouter silent as no other waves - psychic or otherwise - bombarded her. "...Do I care? Probably not."
She'd continue going on her merry way to that Namekian Village, picking up some resources before circling back around the coastline to Moori.
...That had been the plan, if the same village that she was travelling to hadn't suddenly erupted in a bright flash of energy, her scouter going crazy as several signatures popped on the display. "Why me!? Why is something happening at a remote village, fu-" Another beep, displaying a powerful person at over a hundred fifty thousand. Well, if they were the one causing the problem, Amara might be able to do something... but should she bother? Certainly nothing was left standing after a blast like that.
Sighing, the Saiyan popped open the front of her vessel, much to its' chagrin. Leaping the casual hundred feet down, a quick tap on her scouter set the spacecraft to circle high, high into the sky - blutz generator deployed just in case. Another ten seconds and some effort to fly, and Amara came unto the scene only to see... "...No way." That was impossible. He said he didn't even have a ship! "No frickin way." And yet, even without energy sensing, it wasn't hard to recognize that anguished voice or outfit.
He was holding a Namekian in his arms. One she didn't recognize or care about, but one that clearly meant something to one of her only friends. "Damnit..." She hissed. The other person, presumably the one instigating this incident, was pretty strong themselves. Stronger than Ochra, even. Still... Oozaru could even the odds. No, no! Throwing herself into this situation recklessly would be against every modicum of common sense the Saiyan had in her body. Fists tightening, she stormed over to Ochra, giving him a bit of space while assessing the situation. "OCHRA!" His name tore itself from her mouth. "What the hell happened here!?"
"And you!" She turned a finger on the Demon. "I don't give a Shinjin's fruity behind if you blow up some green hippies personally, but the friend of my friend is my friend. So why not go on and scram before I tear you a new one!" Though, Amara made no moves to actually attack just yet... merely stare at Kitiana with vitriol.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 16, 2019 11:23:04 GMT -6
Kitiana's grin widened as she watched the blast envelop the entire village, the bracelet starting to slow down as the blast finished before it was a slow spin. Staring down at the crater that remained. While she hadn't achieved her full goal, she could see the Guru collapsed on the ground. She began chuckling as the bracelet dematerialized from her arm, and then another signature appeared rushing towards them. Good. Her hand slowly returned to her side as she watched the man fly in and quickly dart down to Oboe, her chuckling turning into laughter as she watched them scurry about. She let her laughter continue until she heard him yelling up at her, at which point she stopped and stared down with that sinister grin across her face. Her aura starting to spark back to life as her body recovered from the attack.
Ignoring the fact that the wounds on her arm had begun reopening her head lifted towards the next energy signature that was rocketing towards them. 152,160 and 82,500. Both were significantly weaker than her, and the second was so much weaker she almost didn't catch it. "why did i do this?" She muttered to herself, chuckling softly, her arms outstretched with her palms facing upwards as the tendrils of dark purple energy drifted off of her entire body as it cooled down. The second one then turned to yell at her as well, Her body slowly shaking as her chuckling grew louder and louder until it was practically a cackling laugh. "one asks why, the other demands i leave. yet neither understand what happened here." Her tone was calm, almost aloof as if disinterested in them entirely. Her eyes looked almost glazed over as she landed about 40 feet away or so. Her saiyan tail flicking behind her several times before coiling around her waist, her arms still held to her side and facing the sky.
"in darkness, i shall be light. in times of doubt, i shall keep faith. in throes of rage, i shall hone my craft. in vengeance, i shall have no mercy. in the midst of battle, i shall have no fear. in the face of death, i shall have no remorse. my armor is contempt. my shield is disgust. my sword is hatred. let none survive." She pointed her hand down towards them with a grin "why did i do this? because he was weak." Slowly she began to rise off of the plateau, straight upwards into the air as her head tilted back slightly and her eyes closed. She already stood above them, now she merely elevated her position further until she now rested atop the house they had built together. "the weak will not rule the strong anymore, the strong will show them their place and ensure that power once again reigns supreme and that peace will be tolerated only when the strongest rule over the weaker peasants."
Her head tilted down to stare at Ochra as her hand once more pointed down towards him, palm facing him with her fingers pushed together and thumb resting against her palm. A small purple sphere appeared before being fired down towards him. "so perish like a weakling, or rise up and lead."
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Post by Oboe on Oct 16, 2019 16:19:21 GMT -6
Silence encapsulated his senses. There was…nothing. No Light, no sound, simply a void of nothingness. Oboe floated through a sea of shadow – unaware, unable to move. The Guru of Namek could feel…nothing. He simply repeated his final thoughts repeatedly. He’d failed. He’d failed Kitiana when she’d needed him most, unaware of her battle within being so intense. He had failed is people, in the sense that he could not protect them from a danger that he brought to their door. It was in his hubris that he thought that unity would save his brothers from a life of solitude, to allow them to bridge the gaps left by space.
He’d simply…failed.
As the nothingness slowly crept around him, a voice shot through the void – echoining with a resounding sound. It was faint, but full of power. Familiar, familial. Slowly, eyes still shut, he reached ut with his mind asking; F-Father…?
Unseen by Oboe, a Ghastly apparition appeared standing above him – gazing down at the broken form that was Namek’s Guru. A frown was etched upon his features as he took in the visual of his son lying there shattered. Saw – former Leader of Oros Village and the father of Oboe – could nary contain his disappointment at what he saw. As a father would a babe who had done something without realizing, the Namekian ghost would echo his thoughts into the others mind.
You have fallen quite a way my Son. Yet you have risen above so much, tell me…is this really where it ends?
Oboe said nothing. Thought nothing. He simply…listened.
My Son…you are not yet done with your purpose. Our people, my people, they need their bastion of hope to stand for them. Yet, I feel you have lost your way – you have forgotten…who you stand for…
In his mind, Oboe would see the faces of every Namekian he’d encountered; Oud, Steno, Bass, Vuzel – they all showed in his visage as Namekians reaching down to pick him back up. Oboe tried, hard, but could not move still – yet felt a weightlessness take over him as if someone had lifted him. He tried to respond, he tried to shatter the visage of darkness and awaken; He wasn’t dead, he simply…couldn’t move!
Awaken my Son! Stand with your people and protect them!
Does Nothing
KP Restored +1
KP Now: 1/3
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Post by Korla on Oct 16, 2019 17:16:16 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 128,000 |
The peaceful atmosphere of Namek was perhaps the thing Korla loved most about the planet, there were some small issues that were not ideal to her but she could sacrifice a night sky in favor of the serene peace that dominated the planet. Her life had for so long been constant war and fighting, she’d been raised with the HOPE for peace but never really got to experiance it for herself. Her father had, when she was young, told her about what things had been like before the war, before the Saiyans, and it was for that ideal that she had fought so hard against the Saiyans. Awakening in this new era had afforded her no real chance at peace either, while she had no direct conflicts on Plant she had remained in a constantly vigilant state in order to keep herself safe in case a Saiyan DID try something. It was only here, on Namek, that she got to enjoy actual peace. It was because of this that when that peace was disrupted Korla acted quickly, her scotuer picked up a powerful surge of energy consistent with a massive attack near Oros, she had tuned the scouter to keep a closer ‘eye’ on the Guru’s village on the off chance the Saiyans ever made an attack, logically the Gurus home would be their primary target. So when her scouter alerted her she assumed the worst and took off, Iyokan was still recovering and that also required Duran to often ‘donate’ Destron to her in a more efficient manner than the last transfusion, this still kept the duo out of action for a time meaning Korla was more than likely on her own. But that was fine, she worked best alone and the attack itself should not be anything Oboe could not deal with personally, he had shown her his power and it was more than enough to handle this level of initial attack, it was everything AFTER that that Korla was concerned about. Korla’s scouter alerted her to another power surge, and of a registered power in her scouter’s system. Oboe. She grinned as his power spiked to contest the attack, but then frowned as it suddenly fluctuated and then… dropped? That seemed absurd, she KNEW Oboe was stronger than that… had the attack caught him that off guard? Korla moved faster arriving on the scene to find EXACTLY what she feared, a trio of Saiyans, or at least… she was pretty sure they were. The large man was potentially an Earthling as he had no visible tail but the women were clearly Saiyans even if one of them, the one her scouter indicated had produced the attack that had taken down Oboe was a bit… odd What was most strange however was that the two weaker Saiyans appeared to be opposing the stronger one, the stronger one fired a blast at Oboe forcing Korla to react to that before deciding what to do about the trio, she dashed in front of Oboe’s fallen form and raised a hand causing energy to flow from it and create a hexagonal patterned barrier between her and the blast. “Just like a Saiyan to strike someone when they are down, you disgust me” Korla snarled at the woman as her power spiked and her solid blue eyes gained a violet glow to them as her power reached its new peak “I wish I had the strength to kill you myself, but I’m not so lucky, so I’ll leave the job of distracting you to them” Korla said with a smirk, she wasn’t sure WHY the other Saiyans were opposing the strong one but she would certainly take advantage of it. Let them kill each other while she did something important. Korla would the turn to the downed Oboe and frown, he looked BAD, by her estimation the attack had overwhelmed him before he could actually regenerate based odd the number of wounds littering his body, but those wounds would in a strange way actually help as Korla placed a hand on the Namekian’s chest “I hope this works” and with that Korla’s body began to break down and seep into the wounds. Oboe was out cold, that much was clear, meaning he could neither protect himself nor heal himself. But what if someone else could do that FOR him? She wasn’t entirely sure about the viability of infecting a Namekian but she needed to at least TRY.
Korla Multipliers: x2 Items: Scouter. Armor Techniques: [B1] Hexfield Shield Current KP: 6/7
Korla arrives and protects Oboe with a Hexfield Shield! Not strictly necessary since it was a non-KP attack but it was also quite a bit stronger than Korla's base power so *shrug*. She has also begun an attempt to Tuffleize Oboe!
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Post by Scallio on Oct 16, 2019 20:30:53 GMT -6
PL: 70,000 - Narissa: 12,000PL
He glanced over his shoulder and at the Heran flying along behind him. The look on Narissa's face wasn't her typical relaxed expression but one of tension and frustration. As if the silence between them hadn't been enough of clue she wasn't pleased to be spending time with him. Scallio thought that after a month of little to no interaction with one another. That she'd have at least calmed a little, but clearly he'd been mistaken.
"What?" she called out with an eyebrow raised.
"Nothing." Scallio replied, returning his attention to the sky ahead of him. "I just wanted to see if you were still there."
Narissa couldn't have rolled her eyes any harder if she'd tried too. A scoff escaped her lips as she increased her flight speed. "And why wouldn't I be? Oh, right, you must be getting the two of us confused. Unlike you, I don't disappearance on my allies without notice." she said coldly and with a glare in the Saiyan's direction.
Scallio sighed, "There's a lot going on right now Narissa will you cut me some slack?" He barely knew how to deal with her being mad at him before his mother had thrown him for a loop. Now, he had even less of a handle on things. "And besides, I've already apologized for that." and he'd even taken her and the others with him this time.
The Heran looked away from the Saiyan and opened her mouth to speak. Only to be stopped by someone else's voice echoing inside of her mind. It was only a single phrase but it was enough to make her stop in her tracks. She glanced around confused, "Did you hear that?" Narissa locked eyes with Scallio.
"Unfortunately."
"It sounded like they were in trouble."
Already aware of where Narissa's mind was headed, Scallio sighed. "You want to go investigate don't you?" he asked with a slight frown.
"Of course! Who knows we may be able to lend a hand. That okay with you?"
The Saiyan nodded his head, "Sure if we're lucky I may end up with a good fight on my hands." and the two took off in search of the disturbance. With everything taking place not too far from where they'd been located. It didn't take Scallio and Narissa very long to arrive at the scene of all the trouble. Showing up just in time to catch sight of Kolra turning to liquid and invading Oboe's body.
"NOVA GRENADE!"
An orange sphere came rocketing from behind Kitiana and towards Oboe's body. Scallio wasn't sure of what was going but he wasn't about to let whatever...that was happen. "Not so fast!" Scallio called out, he and Narissa floated in the sky above.
"Hey, Scallio isn't that Ochra?" Narissa pointed a finger at the Saiyan. It was Ochra but he also seemed to have someone else with him, "But, uh, who's that lady with him?" she asked confused.
It only took Scallio a second to realize who that was and it made his blood boil. Scallio gritted his teeth, "Mother." he said angrily and with a glare. Just what the hell was she doing here and how did she know Ochra?
[A1] Nova Grenade launched at Kolra with 23,100PL
Narissa Modifier: x4
Scallio's KP: 2/3 - Narissa's KP: 3/3 (No KP Action)
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Post by Ochra on Oct 17, 2019 8:57:28 GMT -6
Ochra almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. She did this...all because of a matter of strength? The words she was spouting out almost sounded like Fleet or Imperial propaganda. She had attacked and killed his friend, a man who only wished to help those around them, because SHE deemed him weak? The whole thing sounded utterly insane. And yet, here they were, Ochra's mutilated body before him, gone.
But the chaos didn't stop there. First there was Amara. When did she get here? What was she doing here? Ochra hadn't noticed her approach due to the shock. For a second, he wasn't even sure if she was really there. Then, as the demonic saiyan fired a blast right at him and Ochra's form, a strange, pale, alien woman appeared, blocking the attack before trying to do...something...to Oboe's body. Before Ochra could make a move to stop her, suddenly Scallio was there, and opening fire on her and Oboe's body. It was turning into complete and utter madness, and Ochra wasn't even sure if this was all real anymore. Ochra's hand reached to grasp his head as he felt the shock and rage building inside of him rapidly, his sanity clawing at anything to try and retain control.
And then, after fighting for so long, something inside Ochra broke.
The burst of energy that came off of his body would be enough to launch Oboe's body, and the alien trying to assimilate with it, away from him some distance. The shockwaves maybe even enough to throw the others off balance. The roar that erupted from his throat was a sound no humanoid had any business ever making. It was the sound of a beast, tearing its way free, fully of fury and ready to destroy anything in his path. All that power and rage, buried inside Ochra, was now coming out in full force, no longer held back by morality or sanity.
For a brief instance, Ochra's eyes glowed red, and then the area around him exploded with power.
His muscles bulged out grotesquely, his skin threatening to tear from the sheer increase in mass. Energy radiated off of him, almost like a flame threatening to burn anything that came close to him. Where he was standing had turned into a crater, the ground itself torn asunder by the sheer power released. With another earth shaking roar, his black hair burst into a fiery gold.
For a brief moment, the hulking behemoth stood there, breathing heavily between clenched teeth, muscles tensed, body trembling with this new form. Slowly, his head looked up, eyes looking right at the haughty demon who had started all this. Those weren't the eyes of a man anymore. Those were the blank eyes of a beast, with only one thing on its mind.
Then, Ochra moved faster than he had ever moved before.
Before even he himself was aware of it, he was in front of her. No, not her. It. Ochra didn't see her as a person anymore. All Ochra saw was something that the sheer sight of filled him with overwhelming fury. Something he was filled with the unstoppable desire to utterly destroy. To rip and tear apart until it was no more. Energy crackled along his body, culminating around a single fist. Nothing held back. All Ochra cared about was its complete and utter destruction.
With a monstrous roar, Ochra swung his fist, aimed right at its chest.
Ochra's rage has boiled over, and has now been unleashed. Ultra Super Saiyan unlocked! x17/x13
Bulking/Deceptive Bulk activated. x18/x12 Current PL: 2,738,880/1,825,920
Mega Impact [A1] used. 903,830 PL coming right at Kitiana. Intention: Complete and utterly destruction.
KP: 6/7
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Post by Amara on Oct 17, 2019 10:12:00 GMT -6
"Heh..." A small bubble of mirthless laughter crawled from Amara's mouth, face twisted into a grin. "Ha... hahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The full blooded Saiyan took one step forward, aura raging violently around her as the golden energy cracked the very ground where she stood. "I get it. Good joke! Great one indeed!" Spinning around slowly, Amara clapped in an overexaggerated manner - laughing all the while. "It's just so funny to me, you know?" The smile twisted into a snarl as she let loose a small bolt of energy towards Kitiana. "Just so funny that people like you cropping up. You're not special, you overzealous prick. I get it, though, being a strong demon inflated your ego to the point where you can't even recognize your own words when your own head is shoved that far up your ass."
"Hey, have you heard of Sensoa?" Amara switched gears, falling back into a neutral stance as she surveyed the hybrid Demon with thinly veiled disgust. "He was this Demon. Way stronger and way more intimidating than you." Tapping her chin, she continued. "He tried attacking Earth, once. Had the same philosophy as you, actually. Same old catch 22 shit about 'muh strong rule da weak'. I wonder what happened to him?" Snapping her fingers, Amara adopted a faux surprised visage. "Oh that's right, I remember now! He failed. Got him and his allies' butts kicked in, and got talked down by a midget half-Saiyan wearing kitty battle armor."
Amara tapped the side of her scouter, signal instantly relayed to her spacecraft far, far above them. The attached Blutz Generator pointed down, purple light beginning to shimmer from the machine as it charged itself up. "Your politics bore me, filth." Cracking her knuckles, the Saiyan took another step closer - not worried about the pitiful blast the Demon had sent Ochra's way. "Another insignificant Demon claws their way from the depths of the depraved realm where they belong, and suddenly think their hot shit once they can blow things up. Guess what, little one? You aren't strong. So afraid of the weak you are, so eager to bloat your ego that you feel that you have to have a 'measuring contest' out for the world to see. How pathetic." As absorbed in her speech as she was, Amara didn't fail to notice the rapid arrival of two more people.
At full charge, the generator sprayed near-invisible waves of light across the sky, the Saiyan looking directly up and growling as her body began to morph. Unlike her spar with Ochra... unlike all times she had gone Great Ape in the past, this was not controlled. It was not a smaller Oozaru, with Amara's rational mind behind the helm. As the Saiyan grew rapidly in size, the monster let out a rage-filled roar. Halfway between Great Ape and Saiyan, the half-Oozaru wheeled around to face Scallio - her son. "Go home, boy. I don't know why you're here, but this is an actual fight - not physical therapy for children with a chip on their shoulder."
He had launched an explosive attack towards the white alien who had been doing... something to the Namekian on the ground... not that she cared. Sneering, the barely restrained Oozaru faced Kitiana once more. Ochra below screamed, Amara unsurprised as waves of energy burst from his body with enough force to temporarily stagger her. The half-Saiyan had been corking his rage for a long, long time... and it was finally boiling over. She knew, deep in her mind, that Ochra more than likely had it covered. Amara knew this, the Oozaru didn't care. A Lightning Strike formed in her maw, brilliant golden light spilling across the landscape below.
Unlike her signature 'most powerful' technique, however, Amara had been working on something different. An attack that took far, far more energy but in turn was far more devastating. The giant ball in the Great Ape's mouth suddenly shrank, drawing closer and closer together as Amara reared her head back. A moment later, the bottled energy was released - shooting in a pressurized beam with an awesome amount of force as the sound of a thundercrack resounded across the open Namekian plains. "Die." Was all she said, hatred burning beneath her red pupils.
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 17, 2019 10:54:01 GMT -6
That damn ghost had really held them up, so much s Sensoa was struggling to get there on time. It was when all the huge powers began to pop up that the demon realized just how important it was he get there NOW! The demon raced across the sky like a comet, having left Kiko at the portal to allow him faster travel. The demon could see a giant ape, plus a bunch of powers throwing their weight around, and to top it all off Kitiana was there but it was no where near as strong as those powers. They were going to kill her! The demon rushed as quickly as he could, powering up to his new form before crash landing right into the front of the battle field. The demon's twin blades being drawn just in time to be brought up to block the first attack.
Ochra's attack slammed into the blades, a resounding metal clank from the metal being struck. The demon then redirected it to the side, before spinning around with the elegance of a warrior who had spent all his years on the battle field. His arm reaching out just in time to catch the blast with the edge of his blade, slicing the beam in half, each half splitting up to go into the distance harmlessly. With the immediate threat being dealt with, the demon would let out a pained grunt. He was tired, he hurt all over and felt like shit. His body was battered like he had been in a fight before hand, and he had.
With both of the attacks out of the way, the demon stuck his sword into the ground before kneeling down in exhaustion. He looked to Ochra who had transformed, and to Amara... or well he didn't know if that was Amara. She was a giant monkey right now and he struggled to identify who it was. The demon's eyes traveled to the others his mind trying to place who was an ally or an enemy. He just needed to protect Kitiana but he couldn't fight all of this people alone.
"Damn it girl!"
Sensoa said through pants, struggling to stand up once more as he looked over his shoulder at Kitiana.
"You are a thrice damned idiot! If I hadn't come when I did, you'd be a bloody scorch mark!"
Sensa shouted loudly, giving Kitiana a look of scolding heat. She should have waited, or at least gained allies. Now the demon was stuck in this mess too thanks to her damn decision. The demon returned his gaze to those around the place. Mainly at Amara and Ochra, the two who had tried to kill Kitiana.
"She is just a kid! And you tried to kill her! What the hell is wrong with you!"
Sensoa had no where to talk, but to those who fought for "good" he wanted to know the reason. Surely they could see she was just a teenager! She was just confused, hurting and didn't know what she wanted in life! Yet she was attacking namek! Did no one try to talk her down? It was then that the demon looked toward the Namekian, who was laying flat on the ground. He didn't know what was up with that, but if Kitiana had killed a Namekian... then she was in deeper trouble than he thought.
In his head he cursed himself for caring what happened to Kitiana, and desperately wished the girl would stop acting like a fool. He knew it wasn't the real Kitiana but surely there was some part of her that knew this was all foolish? He would need to give her a stern talking to after this, but gods forbid if Kayen heard about this!
"Tch..."
Was all Sensoa said as he looked around, assessing the situation. Ochra was strong, he had finally achieved super saiyan it seemed but it was... more powerful than the demon had thought. If Sensoa wasn't this strong he might have had a problem... no even still Ochra was going to be a big threat. He needed to becareful, and giant ape was going to be a problem. He needed to put her down quickly... Then there was the saiyan man who was fighting the Majin, and he didn't know who was on who's side right now.
Slowly the demon adjusted his stance, both swords raised as he got ready for the upcoming battle. He just needed to last a bit longer, and was begging his body to not give out! He felt woozy in the legs, his arms burned and his breathing was uneven. He was hurt, but hopefully if he played his cards right he could escape with Kitiana... or at least let Kitiana escape. This could very well be the end of Sensoa, and he couldn't help but smile. Even under this circumstances the demon was having fun... This could very well be the end.
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Post by Kiko Kai on Oct 17, 2019 11:16:59 GMT -6
Kiko’s PL: 10,000 (x2 Active)
Damn that Senny! He was so rude! He had unceremoniously dumped Kiko off outside of the portal to the Demon Realm and just run off. Feeling the powers at play, she couldn’t exactly blame him, but she was still hurt. She was flying at her top speed to catch up to him, arriving on the battlefield a short while after Senny. Maybe it had been a good thing that he had taken off when he had. Things looked pretty dire here. One of the Saiyans had gone bananas and the other was one of those great apes. So she supposed that they both had gone bananas. Dammit, this was no time for puns! Scanning the battlefield, Kiko spotted yet another Saiyan standing over the body of a Namekian. What?! Why were the Saiyans attacking this place? What the heck was going on?! Kiko was really confused, but there was no time to demand answers from anyone. Senny was already hurt from that fight with the ghost to get them out of the Demon Realm. He probably couldn’t stand up to much more punishment. She had to make sure that he was going to get out of this okay. He was her friend whether he thought so or not. She drifted over behind Senny and scowled at him. “Not cool! Don’t just leave me behind! And YOU!” Kiko turned around to look at Kitiana. “You’re a big dummy! What the heck do you think you’re doing?!? Senny risked his life to get here and help you, so just stop! We’re not gonna let anyone die! Right, Senny?!”Kiko glanced back to Senny only just now realizing that she… she wasn’t feeling quite so awful anymore. Ever since she had left the Demon Realm… Oh no. Did that mean she was having that effect on Senny now?! That Super Saiyan’s power was overwhelming. She didn’t want to lower his chances of survival. He was already hurt! Dammit! If only she was stronger! She could do more than yell and scream at people to obey her. She could help Senny. Well, there was no use focusing on what if’s and self pity. Not now. She had to focus on what she could do, which was defusing this situation.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 17, 2019 12:58:17 GMT -6
And things began to move faster and faster now, the first of which was the arrival of several new individuals. A strange grey-looking girl who was clearly on their side, the side of the weak. She had moved to block the blast Kitiana had thrown down at them, before trying to scold her! She didn't even understand or know what was going on! None of them did! Just more slaves to the weak! Kitiana gritted her teeth, her fists clenching. She wasn't angry or anything, she didn't feel emotion anymore... No she was just frustrated that they didn't seem to even want to listen. Were they really that brainwashed? Did the weak really have that tight of a grip? But before she could even process that a blast came whizzing by her down towards the girl who had just arrived, and looking back towards where it came from she spotted a Saiyan she'd seen a few times before though never had a real solid interaction with.
However, all of that came to an abrupt end as she felt some kind of forceful gust nearly knock her over even from this far away! Looking back she raised her left arm up towards her mouth as she squinted down to look at the source. 'What the?' She listened as the Saiyan who had first arrived let out an insaiyan roar, which caused her to be pushed back a bit more 'How? How is his scream that strong?' During this time Amara had transformed, but in truth her attention was focused solely on this saiyan who had somehow affected her from this far away by letting out a simple roar! How was this possible? But that's when she felt it, a sudden surge in energy followed by a spiking of hair and a golden aura.... Super Saiyan. She'd seen this before, she'd felt this before... Vocado had the same type of transformation and she knew how fast they were. Dammit... She hadn't accounted for a Super Saiyan appearing. His power was staggering, but even so it wasn't anything like what she was used too feeling. Sensoa, Saizomaru, Vocado... All of them had a power level far higher than even this Super Saiyans.
This was where time seemed to almost come to a crawl, her senses heightening as she looked around the battlefield quickly, her eyes darting from person to person. This was way more than she was expecting. But how was she to know that her actions would've led to a damn Super Saiyan appearing!? The ape she could take care of for sure given a bit of time but... A Super Saiyan? She knew she couldn't handle that. Unfortunately for her the Super Saiyan wasn't finished, his speed was impressive for sure but her instincts didn't care for his speed. The bracelet had almost instantaneously reappeared on her left arm which had extended out towards the fist, the appendages all snapping upright. She was about to throw up her barrier but just as the appendages had snapped into place a new being seemed to just appear.
Large, imposing, a golden white behemoth with strange flames sprouting from him. There was no doubt about it, this must've been Sensoa. But this wasn't a form she'd ever seen before, and his power was even greater than a Super Saiyans!? Admittedly she wasn't entirely confident he had been stronger than a Super Saiyan, she just knew he was powerful. But now she had confirmation on it. He had rapidly blocked not only the Super Saiyans attack, but the blast the monkey had fired at her as well. Damn. She had really picked a bad time to attack, of that she would freely admit. But Sensoa cursed her, probably the only one here with the right to scold her for her actions. But he had come to her aid, despite their previous talks.
He knew they would soon be enemies, yet in spite of that he came here to protect her? But why? She gritted her teeth as the bracelet and its appendages faded away, her own breathing starting to stabilize. But she could see Sensoa was... hurt? He was hurt? No he couldn't of been hurt from those, of that she was certain... Who could he have been fighting that hurt him this badly? Dammit, everything was going wrong! "Tch..." Was the only noise she made as she looked around quickly. That monkey was stronger than her, by about double maybe a little more. It seemed much of her strength was still lost on her, that and she'd underestimated the response as well as just picking a bad time to do this.
So what to do, what to do... She couldn't just leave and let Sensoa potentially get killed, with his injured state she wasn't entirely sure if he could stand against a Super Saiyan as well as that monkey and live. In her attempt to understand the situation she hadn't even noticed the much weaker individual who was now yelling at Sensoa, her power level was so small it didn't even register for her until she looked down. She was obviously with Sensoa, but something about her presence felt... strange. She could feel her power weakening, and she could feel Sensoa's weakening as well. Was this because of this girl? The fuck was going on anymore?! DAMN IT! She couldn't escape this Super Saiyan she knew that, and her own breathing was getting heavier now thanks to this new arrival that accompanied Sensoa. Gritting her teeth she clenched one fist "i'd tell you that you shouldn't have come, but by my own words that'd make me a hypocrite. so instead i'll say thanks and be appreciative for the save. i miscalculated the situation and didn't anticipate a super saiyan of all things to arrive. the monkey i could've dealt with, but the super saiyan i can't handle. sorry."
Her words likely wouldn't actually mean anything admittedly to Sensoa, but she had admitted her failure so perhaps that would help a little bit. Her eyes narrowed at the Super Saiyan, it was now that she realized he didn't even have a tail! Then... How? "he ain't got a tail, so i didn't think he'd become a super saiyan." Her own tail, during all of this, was squeezing her hips while wiggling around on it slightly. She was nervous, but only due to the surprise of the Super Saiyan.
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