The End of a Peaceful Era [Open DE]

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Korla had not quite anticipated anyone paying her enough mind to attempt to interrupt the infection process but half way into dissolving her form ANOTHER damned Saiyan appeared and after a bit of ranting took aim at her, Korla was far too into the process to stop or even really shout at the idiot Saiyan about the danger he was putting Oboe in, of course it was unlikely the Saiyan would have cared either way, concern for others was not something Saiyans tended to have much of.

As more of herself broke down Korla scowled and projected another barrier around herself and Oboe, it was too much of a risk to trust that she would simply be able to avoid the attack by completing the process and fully entering Oboes body and beyond that while SHE might avoid the attack it was entirely possible that Oboe himself would be in danger, with a surge of power the familiar hexagonal plates of energy formed around herself and Oboe creating a sort of energy fortification around them.

And she was QUITE glad for it because as her head dissolved he caught sight of some of the new readings coming from her scouter and the numbers it was picking up were frankly absurd, the device would fall onto Oboe’s back as its owner vanished from sight.

Now that Korla was completely broken down and inside Oboe’s bloodstream she used her enhanced speed to travel through the unfamiliar Namekian biology in search of the brain, she was still a bit concerned about actually DOING this but it felt like her only real option, the Saiyans were becoming concerningly powerful outside and the only person she KNEW she could trust here was Oboe.

If he scould get him back on his feet and back at full strength hopefully he could handle them.

Finding the Namekian’s brain was thankfully quite easy, while the bulk of his biology was utterly foreign to her the brain remained more or less where she was familiar with. Connecting with Oboe’s mind was also an immensely strange and actually rather pleasant experiance, she imagined if her attack on Carro had been a more willing interaction it would have been much the same, the two were quite brilliant with wonderful personalities.

Infecting Oboe was however a bit more of a difficult task, she wasn’t trying to rewrite his mind and personality like she had done with Roma, he was not someone who she NEEDED to change nor did she want to, she just needed to open enough pathways to gain some control over his body, to begin the regenerative process, touching his mind gave her a more clear understanding of HOW it worked, now she just needed to make it work.

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Techniques: [VB3] Hexfield Tower

Current KP: 3/7


Korla creates a Hexfield Tower around herself(and by extension Oboe) with 84,480 PL of power behind it, the Barrier tanks the 23,100 PL attack from Scallio going down to 61,380. With the Sustained Variant it will remain in place for 2 more turn cycles unless broken.

As Ochra's fist swung, it would collide, not with the demonic saiyan that triggered his fury, but with the blade of a sword. Through Ochra's bloody haze, the figure that stopped him looked...familiar. Felt familiar. Even the demon's words sounded familiar to him. Unfortunately, they were soon lost in the maelstrom of fury that had consumed Ochra. As far as the raging Saiyan was concerned, this was another thing that was standing between him and the source of his rage. And that, in turn, made it another cause of anger. It didn't matter to him at this point who or what it was. The urge to crush and destroy was all consuming.

If anything, Sensoa's appearance merely redirected Ochra's attention. The bigger power, the bigger threat, the more rage his appearance induced. Ochra let out another bestial roar, energy rippling off of him in waves. Blank eyes glaring straight at Sensoa, he charged towards the demon, going at top speed. His energy flooded into his arm, causing the muscles to bulge out obscenely, power crackling through him as he threw all of his strength into the strike, determined to completely demolish the demon that was standing before him, that was determined to interfere and protect the one who killed his friend.

Nothing would be safe from Ochra's wrath. Nothing.

Final Impact [Sig] used. 4546,540 PL coming straight at Sensoa.

Intention: Break him/Render unconscious.

KP: 3/7

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Kiko did not like this girl that Senny was trying so desperately to save and who would have already been a smear on the surface of Namek if not for him. She admitted that she had bitten off more than she could chew, but that wasn’t the problem here! The problem was that she randomly attacked a village full of innocent Namekians! None of them had died, so Yemma was probably grateful for that, but that wasn’t to say that no one else would die. Kiko just scowled even more when Kitiana didn’t bother to run in the opening that Senny had created for her. Did she not care if she lived or died?! What a foolish mortal! Scowling with disgust, Kiko perked up again when a less foolish mortal appeared on the scene.

“Foolish Typha! You got revived! Uh, right! We’re trying to stop anyone from dying. Especially this idiotic mortal,” Kiko jabbed her thumb back at Kitiana. An idiotic mortal was the step down from foolish mortal. It was a rather scathing insult if she said so herself. “Help? Help. Your goddess demands you help!”

Kiko mumbled a quiet please under her breath. Her pride wasn’t worth conserving when she was trying to make sure Senny didn’t bite the dust for this. She could always visit him in HFIL, but she didn’t want him to potentially fade away and get his soul recycled. She didn’t want to lose any of the foolish mortals that she cared about, including foolish Typha.

“Just be careful, okay?”

That was when she heard the inane and distinct roar of an old hag of an Oozaru. The concern in Kiko’s face was instantly wiped away by a look of pure irritation. She certainly outed herself as one of the bad guys. Bad and good were hecking arbitrary. Senny had taught her that much. Kiko didn’t give a flying flip what the ape hag thought she was going to do. She wasn’t going to let it happen. She had made her divine decree and she would die trying to see it through. Death wasn’t as big a deal for her as it was for mortals. So, if anyone had to die, it would be her. She grit her teeth in annoyance when a vast majority of the ape’s insults turned toward her. She didn’t need to justify herself to this self righteous Saiyan who didn’t even recognize her own goddess.

“They didn’t die! That is a fact! No one has died yet! And no one is going to! If any of you do, I’ll annoy you in Otherworld for the rest of ETERNITY! AND I AM VERY ANNOYING! So there!”

Kiko was about to continue, but it seemed like the annoying hag had another ape to worry about. Thank Yemma. She wasn’t here to listen to an old bag’s long winded rant about morality. She huffed and puffed and glanced at Senny as he warned her to be careful. Hmph. Too late for that now. He should-



“Wh-“

With a sudden roar and splash of something on Kiko’s clothes, she noted with a distinct dread that Senny wasn’t beside her anymore. No, that Saiyan gone mad with anger and grief was. Where was…? Where? It only took a moment before she spotted him. Her face twisted into a look of horror. No, he couldn’t die! He promised! Promised to help her! Kiko rushed to his side as he forced himself to his feet, blood gushing from a freshly made hole in his chest. He muttered something about an old bastard, which sounded like total nonsense to her. This wasn’t good. She had to cover his ears as he roared, blood and spittle flying everywhere. What a dummy… what a dummy! He wasn’t supposed to die here!

“Stupid Senny!”

Kiko flew in front of him and placed a hand on his forehead. She had tears streaming down her face as she lit up with divine radiance. Her face twisted up in pain as she tried to heal Senny, taking on some of her pain as her own. How the hell was he even standing?! Choking back a sob, she poured everything she had into him. It wasn’t much. She wasn’t even sure it was enough to close his wounds. But it was all she could do.

“I’m sorry…” Kiko mumbled softly so only Senny could hear, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…!”

She knew she couldn’t fight. She couldn’t fight like Senny. She couldn’t help him anymore than she already had. But maybe there was something else she could do. She didn’t care if she died trying, but she hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. Flying up in front of the raging Ochra, Kiko stretched out both her arms wide, protecting the lives of the foolish mortals that she held so dear. Her clothes were spattered in Senny’s blood. Senny’s pain wracked her little body. She was scared, but not for herself. Kiko didn’t know if there would be reasoning with him, but she had to try.

“Please, stop! You don’t want to hurt anyone, right? You can still stop… you haven’t killed anyone yet! You can still be a good if foolish mortal! You mortals are really amazing… you have the capacity to do wonderful or terrible things. There are sweet ones like Tarch and Bravo and battle crazy ones like Senny or Brand! Don’t do this. Y-You… You’ll have to kill me first if you want any of them!”

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Kiko used [RACIAL SIG] Minor Miracle to heal Sensoa for 33% of his PL.

Kiko throws herself in front of Ochra to try and halt his rampage.

KP: -1, 2/3

Externally, his body twitched and jumped every few seconds in response to the tuffle passing into his body. There was not much of a physical change – that anyone could feel or see – but it was apparent something was happening. As the Tuffle flowed through his bloodstream, cautiously navigating towards his Brain stem. Slowly, surely, the Alien would find what she was looking for and begin her deeper probing so to attempt to activate his regeneration sequence.

Meanwhile, deep within his unconscious mind, Oboe felt the goings on outside and struggled within himself to try and awaken. He could see the faces of so many Namekians before him – Steno, Bass, Vuzel and more that he’d not recognized initially. Each Guru of the past ‘stood’ around his body, lifeless as it was, within his unconscious mind – holding their hands out over him. A soft glow began to emenate from them as a chorus of voices spoke in unison within his mind.

We have watched you, Oboe, from within – since the day of the ritual. We have seen your merit, your mettle and your strength; how much you care for your brothers and how much you’re willing to sacrifice for peace. We saw as you chose to protect those of the Village as opposed to yourself – placing you here, within our grasp. Even now – an outsider does their best to help you, so many have gathered for you. It is time…son…

At once, all of the hands fired a warm white light into the floating figure that was his mental image. There was a shrill sound that filled his ears, agony wracking his body as the Tuffle probed deeper and deeper within his brain, forcefully activating his regeneration but causing some discomfort along the way. A voice would echo into Korla’s mind – Oboes but also not Oboes – telling her to exit as swiftly as she could. The energy building within his form grew stronger and stronger, eclipsing his previous limitations and boundaries – shattering the walls that held him from his true strength.

It is time, Oboe of Oros. You are to be Guru of Namek in every way. Your actions have proven yourself…worthy. Your Guardian, now here with us, has spoken of your strength – of your dreams. Take our power, finally, within yourself; Protect our people, our land, and yourself! It is time! GURU, AWAKEN!

Steam rose from his wounds as each cut swiftly sealed, leaving only one as an exit for the Tuffle. Another rumble filled the air once more. Namek herself began to tremble violently as the skies – nearly always clear – began to darken. Sparks of lightning crackled above as a storm front appeared from nothing, symbolizing a coming storm in both appearance and symbolism. At once, from the lifeless body, a brilliant pillar of white would shoot upwards into the sky itself creating an opening within the blackness – exposing clear green skies. Those who were approaching – Typha, Scallio – would find themselves assailed by intense winds strong enough to threaten even they as it attempted to throw them back a few feet. Even the sound of the music, strange and shrill as it was, would seem drowned out by this intense pickup in strength.

A Crack filled the air as a small explosion of force came from the center of the pillar, covering the small area in a cloud of dust and debris. As swiftly as the light came it vanished – replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to cover the entire area. Though the rising powers had done their fair share of shaking things up, it was this unnatural calm that would be the most disturbing. What had happened? What just occurred?

From the dust, a strange sound – like leather twisting – filled the air as swiftly, with speeds that only few on the field of battle could track, a long whip like green appendage came shooting out from the center. Squiggling and shifting, it would snap out like a whip in an attempt to wrap Ochra up in its long lengths. It was clear – upon this action – that the arm was Namekian! Its tightening grip a desperate attempt to hold the raging, berserking Saiyan Back from committing to something that he may not wish to actually do.

Another appendage shot out from the dust, not moving towards the rampaging Saiyan but instead carving a be-line directly towards Kitiana herself. Its long length suddenly bulged up as the muscles within the hand, arm and wrist all bulked out in ginormous fashion, coming to bear upon the Demoness with what would sound like a powerful crack, its purpose to bury itself deep within the girl’s Gut and cause her to double over in pain. The speed in which it moved was preternatural, almost as fast as Ochra’s approach towards the Demon.

As the dust cloud cleared, the source of these limbs was finally revealed – standing within the hexagonal field that had been generated by the Tuffle earlier. Arms stretched out, a look of consternation on his face, the Namekian Guru – Oboe – once again stood, his earlier injuries seemingly all healed as if nothing had happened. His clothing, slightly different than before, had taken on a more Warrior-esque appearance by fashion of the combat belts intercrossing over his chest. His normal loose grey robes normally worn beneath his vestiges had changed to skin-tight battleskin. His eyes, normally black orbs of wisdom, shone brilliantly in two different colors. One half of his iris was a red hue, the other his normal black. A side effect as it were of the tuffulization were the clearest indication that something had changed.

Glaring daggers at the young girl he’d once called his student, Oboe would watch as the events unfolded before him, taking in each person in attendance. Some he knew, others he had not. Some felt right, others felt wicked. It no longer mattered to him who half of these people were, besides Ochra and Kitiana. The only thing that mattered was that the Village was clear, the Namekians had run, and that his world was once again being assailed by combat. With a tone that was bolstered by his mastery of his Telepathic abilities. Resonating both within their mind and verbally as a booming voice – Oboe would yell;

’ENOUGH!!!’

The sheer words themselves seemed to cause Namek to tremble as Guru glared at the violence before his eyes. He struggled, of course, to hold back the Saiyan from killing the unknown malevolent one wearing the armor, yet he held-fast, his arms withstanding the strain as the Namekian did his best at preventing his best friend from crossing a path that he could not return from, and worse, doing more harm to his planet than could be repaired.

’There will be no more conflict on my world! This is my Decree…

He wanted them to stop, but he was sure none would respect him enough to listen. It didn’t matter, if need be he’d stop them all by force. That was the man he now was. It reminded him of a funny poem, about when a good man goes to war – but the words escaped him right now. Though he took in everyone through his senses, he never moved his head to regard any of them. He would be normally grateful to see one such as Typha here, to know that the Tuffle Korla had respected him enough to put her own life and her peoples lives on the line. But…that was not where he was. Who he was. No…this wasn’t the same as normal. However, since the dust cleared, his eyes never left Kitiana. There was…something there. Something he’d never shown any before. A gaze that Oboe had never looked at any with prior. It was clear as a voice echoed only within the girls mind, his voice – magnified tens of times more than usual – calling out a declaration to only her.

You attacked my people, my village, my way of life. You stand there, arrogantly finding your power so intoxicating that you thought yourself invincible….but know this now Kitiana. When this is all said and done? When Ive protected all those from your madness – from the madness of those who would ally themselves with you – there is but one end.

There was a pause, before the red hues of his half-colored eyes began to glow

You will die



Thanks to the Tuffulization, Oboe's Regeneration Activates! Oboe is restored 100%
After much waiting and delibration, the Spirits that Inhabit the title of Guru have finally granted their boon to the new Holder of the title - Oboe Transforms into his "Guru" Form!
New Power Level: 2,544,000

In attempt to stop Ochra from doing more Damage, Oboe uses his elastic limbs to wrap up the Berserking Saiyan and hopefully stop him in his tracks (with effort mind you!)

Oboe, Enraged and awakened - as well as empowered and slightly altered by the Tuffulization - deliveres a powerful punch into Kitiana's Gut at his maximum speed!!!!

Using Telepathy, Oboe Enhances the sounds of his Voice and demands to all those in attendance.

KP Restored +
Current KP: 3/3




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It was intensely interesting to Korla to find that while he was unconscious Oboes brain seemed to still be VERY active, perhaps it had something to do with his Namekian biology but it was almost like Oboe was conscious on some level, actively thinking, it gave Korla hope that her work would end up a bit easier because of it, that she would need to ‘force’ his body to do less as it might still be active enough that she would not need to puppet him into regenerating.

And in the end she didn’t, though it was not quite as clean cut as she had expected still requiring a somewhat heavy handed approach to reactivating his regenerative abilities Korla also found herself overwhelmed by a presence in Oboe’s mind once she did so, much like when LEO had made herself known to Korla though this time there was no fighting back against her and no threats, simply a warning, one Korla understood a bit more readily as her attachment to Oboe’s mind helped her realize something big was happening.

She gave it a few more moments just to be sure though, long enough to feel the start of the power flooding Oboe’s system, the power that was quickly making inhabiting Oboe about as comfortable as inhabiting an active Volcano, Korla began her escape finding the exit far easier than the entrance, she was both no longer confused and confounded by the strange biology of the Namekian and also she felt… strong, stronger than before even, perhaps her connection to the Guru during his surge of power had created one for herself.

Korla was able to fully feel and comprehend her increased power once she exited from Oboe through his last remaining wound her amorphous form latching onto her things that had dropped near the Guru and allowing her to return to her normal shape once more fully dressed and equipped with her scouter.

What she found however was a much more intense battle that really made her wish she could have remained within Oboe, though as Oboe rushed into the thick of things perhaps he was NOT the safest place as he sought to contend with the Saiyans personally, her scouter was giving her numbers that simply made no sense for the larger one… and the one who had attacked her was in that cursed ape form.

The sight of it actually caused Korla to take a step back, even if he was far from the strongest person present that form was by far the one that had the greatest impact on her, for now Korla would simply remain quiet and at the back of the fight, hopefully Oboe could handle things from here.

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Current KP: 1/3


Korla unloxks her new form! I dont have a name for it yet but I'll figure it out. Either way I dont THINK she regen's KP this turn since she started in a Temp, either way her Hexfield Tower remains in place until the end of next turn.