Typha
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PL: 232,000
Pale Rose (x4P); Holy Rose (x14T); Mastered Holy Rose (x17T)
Tag: @yokubo
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Post by Typha on Nov 2, 2019 11:04:20 GMT -6
Typha turned away from Scallio. He decided to not cause any more trouble but he had to go run around agian. Ashi decided she was going to go kill Sensoa. Typha narrowed his good eye, he could understand killing him but he'd rather not have killed him when he thought he had come to save his friend. Typha was too slow to stop her though. Yet Sensoa had just enough energy to block the attack before being knocked out. Kiko, of course, was still yelling at him which was not fun. Typha sighed as he walked over towards Ashi. "Duping? Is he your former boyfriend or something." Typha joked before walking next to her. "He is beaten we don't need to kill him. He came here to protect his friend. I would rather not have him killed if that ok with you." He gave a nod a hand resting on his sword hilt.
Typha turned his head to look at Oboe who spoke telepathically to them. He seemed to be at the end of his rope. It seemed it would be wise for them to move out. He looked at Korla. She had gone inside his body and healed him. IT seemed odd that she went into his body with some liquid form he had never seen anything like that. Typha robotic spun to life he wanted to ask her some questions but not now. It seemed to be time to move out. "We will meet again." He'd point at Korla. "Thank you for saving the guru." Typha turned back to Ashi. "I assume your gonna handle Sensoa Oboe since he was the one attacking your planet. If you need any more aid I will be at your side. It time for us to leave Ashi. I think I owe you fight if I am correct." Typha then began to walk off before looking at Kiko. "We will need to talk too when you're ready." Typha then flew off.
Attempted Exit lets end this de
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Post by Korla on Nov 3, 2019 20:53:24 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 192,000 |
Things were winding down now as more and more of Nameks enemies fell, the “Demons” were taken out one after the other in short order, the more powerful one managing to be felled primarily because it needed to focus so much on protecting the weaker, there was clearly a whole lot more to the various connections between them and the Guru at play though Korla cared little if they were going to be an active threat to Namek both for the sake of the Namekians and for her friends the last remnants of the Tuffles. The only one still properly causing a potential issue was the “Shinjin” the child-looking alien that some of the others were referreing to as if it were some sort of Diety, the fact she held little actual power or sway only served to confuse Korla on what she actually was but ultimately she would be a non-issue, even if Oboe was somehow otherwise occupied she was more than weak enough for Korla to handle. Then there were the Saiyans, and it left a very sour taste in her mouth to realize that they would likely all be getting to leave, some HAD helped Oboe but that did little to make Korla trust them, Namek WAS still presumably useful in the eyes of the Saiyans so of course they would protect their investment, especially Oboe. Oboe seemed… changed, Korla hoped that the Tufflization had not done it but there was no immediet way to tell and ultimately it WAS possible that his soured and furious mood were simply completely natural responses to what had happened. Oboe was alive yes but his village was destroyed and it was entirely possible some of the Namekians living there had died in the process, Korla was well aware what that sort of loss could do to someone, she just hoped that it would not fully harden the Guru’s heart. “I wish I could have helped more, the others are still recovering, Iyokan’s core is still damaged and Duran is the only one who can provide the transfusion” Iyokan’s sensors were more finely tuned than her scouter, perhaps if she had been up and running the trio could have intervened and prevented things from getting this far. This encounter definetly proved though that Korla still had a LONG way to go before she could face down the Saiyans, even Iyokan’s power paled in comparison to the Golden Saiyan. “He’s a friend, I’ve lost too many to let another go” Korla said turning briefly to face the long eared swordsman who had thanked her for helping Oboe.
Korla Multipliers: x3 |
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Post by Ochra on Nov 4, 2019 10:17:36 GMT -6
Ochra was still unsure just what was going on. When he had 'blacked out', there were only so many people here. Now it seemed like the number had doubled. And nobody seemed to be answering any questions he had.
And then, all of a sudden, a familiar face, seemed to appear out of nowhere, attacking Sensoa. The Stargoon Ashi. Ochra's eyes widened. "Sensoa!" he watched as his demonic friend collapsed to the floor. He couldn't remember what had happened, and he figured he was responsible for Sensoa being in such a state, he still considered him a friend. He couldn't simply let him die. Ochra spun around to face Ashi, power charging through him. "Damn you!"
Before he could attack her though, a voice in her head caused him to pause. He glanced over at the small, blue skinned girl. Her voice seemed familiar, and even though he would have loved nothing more than to deck the Stargoon in her smug face, he knew he had to be responsible. Sensoa was laying on the ground, possible dead. And Amara...she wasn't in good shape either. Badly injured, her tail gone, he simply could abandon her. He let out a low growl, giving one last glare at Ashi, as if silently saying 'I'll deal with you later'.
Then, Oboe's voice rang in his head, telling everyone to get the hell off of his planet. The Guru had definitely changed. And not for the better it seemed. Something about his energy seemed...off from just moments ago. But, if he wanted them to leave, Ochra wasn't going to cause anymore trouble.
Without a word, he strode over to the fallen form of Sensoa. He bent down, picking up the unconscious demon and slung him over his shoulder. He then walked over to the injured Amara. Carefully, he bent down, picking up the fallen Saiyaness and carrying her over his other shoulder. "Let's go." he said solemnly. With one last glance back at Ochra, the Saiyans' hair faded back into its natural black, his power dropping before he started to walk away. For better or worse, this was over.
Ochra's reverted to base form.
Attempting to exit the DE, and taking Sensoa and Amara with him.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Amara on Nov 4, 2019 13:32:24 GMT -6
Amara missed the next few moments - sounds dulled as the Saiyan focused solely on the burning pain at her rear. Groaning, she rolled over forcing her head to look upwards. A few bright flashes of lights and muffled voices and suddenly both Kitiana and Sensoa were down for the count, a small feeling of satisfaction creeping to her mind as she witnessed the Demoness fall. If it hadn't been for Deus Ex Sensoa, that girl would've been obliterated along with her stupid ideologies in one stroke. No no, she was a poor lost child - and isn't that what children do? Tch.
The Namekian sent another mental wave out, Amara closing her eyes as it only worsened the dull throbbing headache she had. Great. Cool. She'd leave if she could, but more than a few steps in her current state with no recovery time would see her legs collapse beneath her own weight. "Right..." Amara slurred, eyes blinking rapidly as she attempted to stand. Like hell she was going to stick around to receive a verbal lashing from the do-gooders. The only criticism she'd tolerate at the moment was Ochra's, though the Saiyan was relatively certain he'd be sticking around to make sure everything was in order. With a shaky hand Amara removed her scouter, glancing at the cracked, sparking device. It wasn't broken quite yet... but it could use some elbow grease.
She wouldn't need her Blutz Generator anymore... the loss of her tail meant she could no longer access Oozaru. And without that she was a sitting damn duck. Amara was no Super Saiyan - not even close, and her only hope at this point would probably be to lay low or go and finally request to join the Star Goons officially. Perhaps Ashi would put in a good word? ...Though, the Konatsian did miss the first part of this scuffle in which she actually did stuff, and moreso was around to witness her get bounced around like a soccer ball. Perhaps not the best impression to make.
Legs wobbling, she nonetheless was standing. "Careful Ashi..." She croaked, unsure if the girl could hear her. "You're tough, but I don't think now's the time to prove it. I certainly am a bit too out of it to compliment your style... wait are you on fire?" Amara blinked, certain that the Konatsian had not only gotten a wardrobe changed, but also a bit of a... flaming face. "...Okay, well, the point still stands. There's time to murder and whatever later." Plus, she'd rather not have Ochra and Ashi murder each other for the sake of a demon of all things.
Head turning slowly, Amara barely had time to process the fact that Ochra was striding over with Sensoa slung over his back like a beanbag before she, too, was hoisted, the Saiyan grumbling but otherwise not struggling all that much. "My ship." She mumbled - tapping a button on the broken scouter to call the craft to follow behind her. "We leavin?" She asked, eyes dropping. "Kay... I'm just a bit... tired for some reason." The realization then hit her that she was next to Sensoa of all people. "Hay Och. I appreciate the lift and all, but I think this guy'll kill me given the chance?"
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Post by Ashi on Nov 4, 2019 18:25:43 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Luminary Blaze (x12P) |
Ashi's blade clashed furiously against Sensoa, and though she felt some resistance from him, when the smoke cleared, the demon lay on the ground, the consciousness entirely drained from his body. Whew, that sure felt cathartic. He looked like he was still breathing, but Ashi had used up all of her might on that one, so if she was gonna finish him off, she'd need to recharge for a minute. Still, she wouldn't have even been able to scratch the green and black demon before, so this was a huge accomplishment, in her book. She couldn't help the satisfied grin that had spread across her face. Typha's question very quickly shattered that grin, though. "What? No way!" she snapped at him, "He is not my type, at all. He hired the Star Goons for a job and then totally ditched us in the middle of it. Like a jerk." Ashi turned her head back toward the unconscious demon and lugged a big, fat spitball in his direction. It missed him, though.
She rolled her eyes at Typha's typical self righteousness, but relented. "Fine, fine. But I can't promise I'm not going to do it at some later point." She'd probably need some help from the other Goons for that fight - Sensoa was still quite a fair bit higher than her when it came to the whole power level thing. She'd just have to keep training her ass off, too, until she could suplex him solo. Maybe in another hundred thousand power level or so. She had gotten Ochra's attention, though, which was another success for her, and she gave him the smuggest of smirks as he cursed her. "What, like what you see?" she taunted him, wiggling her hips and bowing her head slightly towards him. He looked just about ready to charge straight at her - until the Namekian called him off like a dog.
Ashi made no motion to prevent Ochra from picking Sensoa up, but did throw in an additional comment. "Next time the body you carry out won't be a breathing one," she firmly stated before turning around to go walk off with Typha. Even Amara was agreeing that the time for fighting was over, so... She supposed it was. "Ah, well," she mumbled, her sword carefully placed back into its sheathe at her side before her arms stretched out above her in a "V". "I got some good licks in, today! A bit more training like I have been and then I'll be the toughest in the galaxy, not some dumb Saiyan or Demon!" She was pretty sure Mumbo was gonna be, like, super proud of her when she reported back in. Maybe she'd even get a promotion. ...Did the Star Goons even have a rank ladder to climb? She'd need to check.
Regardless of that, Ashi took one last glance around the now still battlefield, before taking off into the sky and following Typha to wherever he was heading to. She still had to show him her new might, after all.
TAGS: Kiko Kai
OOC NOTES: Ashi makes her own DE exit attempt!
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Post by Kiko Kai on Nov 5, 2019 11:12:00 GMT -6
It didn’t work. Nothing worked. No one stepped up and stopped an obviously raging Namekian. No one even cared. Sure, Kitiana was awful, but she wasn’t exactly in control of herself either. Yet, they could all still blame her for that? It didn’t seem right. Even though Kiko knew what King Yemma’s judgement for her would be. Not having control of your demon wasn’t a good enough excuse for him. She guessed it wasn’t a good enough excuse for the Guru here either. Was she just naive for trying to help Senny and stop anyone from dying? Maybe, but what else could she do? She had given Senny her word. Plus, he had helped her out in the Demon Realm, so she owed him one for that. To think she couldn’t even help… Kiko shook her head as her shoulders slumped over in defeat. Some future Supreme Kai.
Kiko looked up again when Oboe issued another telepathic order. She scowled in response to it, but the damage had already been done. She and Senny could go visit Kitiana in HFIL later. There was no point in sticking around here any longer. She had failed. Totally. All because of a self righteous, raging, thick headed Namekian. Well, maybe not all his fault. Her own weakness was to blame too. If she had the strength and power of a Supreme Kai, maybe she could have stopped this whole tragedy. Maybe. There was no sense in dwelling on what could have been. As she turned around to go get Senny, Kiko caught sight of Typha looking at her and saying that they needed to talk. Kiko scowled at him but didn’t yell or fuss. She didn’t want to hear any lectures about how she had a lot to learn or that she was naive. All he got was a short ‘Hmph!’ before he flew off.
That was when she had noticed the foolish previously raging ape from before had picked up Senny and the old hag. What, did he know them both? Who was this guy anyway? Flying over to them, Kiko put a hand on Senny’s back, looking at him with worry. His wounds still looked really bad. She was going to have to put in a lot of time and effort to heal those up. She looked over at Ochra, seeming cross.
“Hey, you’re not taking Senny anywhere without me! And keep quiet, you old hag. You don’t look so good either.”
Kiko made a mental note to heal Amara after Senny. If she was even willing to accept it. If not, it was no skin off her back. Still, she would probably have to come back here at some point to have a chat with the Guru. Once he calmed down. Hopefully, he wouldn’t completely vaporize her for showing her face, but he could heck off. She would come back to bother him anyway if that was what it took. This would probably be after her chat with Typha too. Darn it. She really didn’t want to hear it from either of them.
Kiko makes her EXIT with Ochra, Amara, and Sensoa (if he accepts).
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Post by Oboe on Nov 6, 2019 16:30:12 GMT -6
Those that had come, swiftly began to depart – even those who had been welcome sights. To Oboe, he felt a tad wounded when Ochra gathered the broken, disheveled form of the one who had chastised him the most for his treatment of the once welcome, now criminal – Kitiana. Was the Saiyan turning his back on Namek? On Him? He perished the thought, but it still resonated within him. Each person, those whom had come to help and those who had come to protect, left in turn. Some with commentary, most with sour looks – each directed at him. By the way everyone was acting, you’d think that the Guru of Namek was the one who had just committed an atrocity.
They no longer matter…simple denizens from the stars who have no place on this world any longer. Its time you see that…Oboe…you know now whom your allies truly are…
A strange voice spoke to him, eerily the same as his own, but unlike before – with other Namekians – he knew that this came from within. This voice, these comments, they weren’t the machinations of a stranger, they came from his own heart. Even if he tried to, desired to deny these things; Oboe knew in his heart that he’d secretly felt them from the moment violence came to Namek.
Staring down at the broken, damaged form of the young Kitiana, Oboe felt nothing. Before, he may have shed a tear, or even felt a pang of regret like the first time they fought. However, after her crime – her attempt at the lives of so many innocent Namekians of his clan – the Guru of Namek felt only one thing for her. That she was a criminal, a criminal that must be made to pay for her crimes. He would, later, heal this girl. Restore her body to a workable state. He would not however allow her to leave the planet. Not yet.
“…You have much to answer for Kitiana. I may have failed you as a teacher, but I will not fail my people in their need and deserving right for justice.”
He had some ideas how he would handle things from here, away from the eyes of the off-worlders. Perhaps he’d hold a tribunal, put her on display for all of Namek to see and judge. Maybe he’d tie her in the deepest, darkest parts of Cavern Oros – still miraculously unharmed by her attack – and try to exorcise the evil out of her soul. Right now? All he wanted to do was spit on her disheveled form and forget that he’d ever given her the chance to harm his brothers. This feeling deep within, it was strange. Though he’d felt it’s like prior – never before had the Namekian experienced it like this. It wasn’t sadness or grief, it was not kindness nor pleasure…it was Anger. Pure unbridled anger. Perhaps the Saiyan, Ram, had been right. There may have been a darkness hiding within him.
“…”
There were no more words that need be said to the broken. Enemies had been made, people had been hurt. Namek had once again been the backdrop for violence and it was in this understanding that the Guru had truly felt his own failure. Had he done as his people always had, been quiet and not as upfront with the Outsiders. Had he kept them at a distance as opposed to letting them in – perhaps his Village, the village his father helped build, would still be here. With a heavy, resounding sigh, Oboe used his magic to fashion – through a version of the ‘clothes-beam’ technique – a pair of Handcuffs around Kitiana’s unconscious hands and feet., He wasn’t worried about her awakening anytime soon, especially in her condition, but he wouldn’t be too cautious.
Turning, finally, Oboe would approach Korla with a serious look on his face. His expression was a mix of sadness and contentment. As if seeing his new friend had caused a momentary lapse in his anger. The closer he got, the sooner he began to speak.
“…Once again, Lady Korla, I am in your debt. You bravely came here…risked everything, your people, your safety…for me. I will not forget this, and I thank you. As Ive said before, please treat Namek as your home…but now I say this. No matter what occurs from this point forward – you are to be known as a Member of Clan Oros. My Brothers, they will always see you and yours as one of our own. You’ve earned your sanctuary and then some.”
As if to emphasize his point, Oboe dropped to a single knee before Korla. It was…strange, he was sure. The leader of a people kneeling before someone else. Position didn’t matter, he thought. He simply needed to show his loyalty not just to her cause, but to the friendship he felt towards her at this point.
“Should you, or anyone affiliated with your people ever need my assistance. No questions asked – no responses needed…I shall be there. You are just as much Namekians to me as my own. Thank you again, Lady Korla.”
Oboe would offer a smile before standing and looking at his broken village. He was sure that the Grand Elders would offer shelter to his brothers that were now left destitute. Still…
“…I guess I have my work cut out for me after-all, Huh?” He directed at Korla, though he didn’t anticipate an answer. “I guess I’ll do as my father. I’ll rebuild the village, make it better – bigger – and ensure that this never happens again.”
With thoughts on his mind, he went to go gather the broken form Of Kitiana before heading into Cavern Oros. It was here, that he would imprison this demon for a time. He’d not treat her badly – as such was not his way. But she would remain his guest…for the time being.
Attempting DE Exit w/Kitiana
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Post by Korla on Nov 7, 2019 0:40:59 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 192,000 |
“Thank you Oboe… its… its good to have a place to call home again, and to be welcome as apart of your clan” Korla was genuine in her joy at what Oboe was saying but some small part of her was concerned that part of all of this might be coming down to the Tufflization, she hadn’t made any active efforts to alter the Guru’s mindset but much of what she did ran on a sort of natural instinct, it certainly was not impossible that something went ‘wrong’. But at the same time while a bit more ‘grand’ this was not entirely, at least in regards to how he was treating her, outside the bounds of normal for Oboe, he had been very open and welcoming to her before and now she had helped him survive this mess and ensure his planets safety, it really wasn’t TOO big of stretch to believe it would raise her in his view to such an extent. “You won’t have to do the rebuilding alone, I’ll lend as much of a hand as I can and I’m sure the others will too once everyone is back at full strength. Once you’ve dealt with… her… I think we should have a talk though, I want to make sure what I did to kickstart your regenerative abilities has not had any unintended side effects”
Korla Multipliers: x3
Short quick exit post!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 14, 2019 17:28:14 GMT -6
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