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Post by Ochra on Nov 7, 2019 9:28:58 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 157,358 After the incident, Ochra had figured it would be best to take the wounded somewhere a bit more, secluded. Granted, the Northern Scar wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was out of the way. No settlements, no people, nothing. Just space to allow them to recover. Carrying both Sensoa and Amara, with the little kai following him, he gently touched down, carefully setting both wounded people on the ground. He made sure to keep the pair of them separated. Though he what happened was only coming to him in flashes, he still got the impression that Sensoa and Amara weren't exactly on the same side in the conflict. As for himself, well, he honestly had no idea. But both of them were his friends. He simply wasn't going to leave them. He moved over to a small rock, sitting down and letting out a sigh. This whole day had been an utter disaster, and Ochra could barely remember any of it. He glanced over at the only person who was really in any condition to tell him anything. The small Kai who seemed to be with Sensoa. Strange. He didn't peg Sensoa as the type to walk around with gods. Weren't demons and god enemies or something? He took a deep breath. "Now then," he said, his voice tired, but keeping level, "My memory of the most recent events is, well, a bit fuzzy. So, care to explain to me just what the hell happened?" |
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Post by Amara on Nov 10, 2019 15:40:11 GMT -6
Thread PL: 100,000 | Items: None
Amara slipped in and out of lucidity as Ochra carried her (and Sensoa, damn him) far far away the the site of the battle. The pain from her lost tail had subsided somewhat, only a dull phantom pain in place of the limb as the greenery beneath them slowly melted away into rocky crags and exposed magma. The Saiyan wasn't sure where they were, only that she was still somewhere on Namek. Not having bothered to go over the geography of the whole planet meant that she really only had a grasp of central locations and the endless rolling hills of grass that Namek was known for.
She awoke for the final time upon the ground, eyes slowly opening as her head and body ached on the rough stone below. Amara groaned, one hand rubbing her head delicately while the other propped her up to a half-sitting position. Not in any shape for anything strenuous, she was nonetheless awake and alert. A small shiver coursed through her body, Amara feeling... slightly better, almost, than before. Had she been injured enough to the point where her Saiyan blood had reacted? Zenkais were spoken of, and she knew of them, but to be on the receiving end of one was something else.
Did... did that mean she was in danger of dying? A shudder ran down her body. She was 'prepared' to die, as she always was, but thinking on the topic when not in the active heat of battle put a damper on her spirits nonetheless. She was just glad that Ochra was alright and that the bastard Demoness got what she deserved - the Namekian seemingly striking her hard enough to leave not even a trace. The Saiyan glanced around, scowling at the sight of the downed Sensoa. Ochra was nearby, and although she didn't see the Shinjin that had accompanied the Demon, Amara was certain that the little fruit wasn't far off.
"He'll kill me if he wakes up." She croaked, throat dry. Hopefully Ochra could hear her anyway. "Even... even if you went Super Saiyan, he could overpower you if he was at his full potential." It was a scary thought. To have escaped only to be brutally murdered. She couldn't go Oozaru anymore thanks to her tail being officially kaput. Letting her head gently lower back to the ground, she closed her eyes. "Where are we?"
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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 Nov 11, 2019 7:50:24 GMT -6
It was dark, but not because it was the void. No, it was dark because it was night in the dreams of Sensoa. He dreamed of the days when he was at war, the flash of ki blasts raining down upon the walls of some soon to be conquered castle. About him were the rallying cries of his fellow demons as he looked about confused. He was searching for someone, yet he didn't know who he was looking for. He watched as demon's charged past him in droves, some flying over head, while others simply just ran full on toward the endless waves of ki blasts blowing them away. Explosions happened all around the demon, Sensoa flinching as some of the debris from a nearby explosion rained down upon him. A bright flash catching his attention long enough for him to spot a familiar figure. The tall butler standing tall, but not the old man he knew. It was a younger Barban, standing tall with a tiny Sensoa by his legs. Hakai also clinging to him tightly as they watched the massacre of their allies in droves. Belial shouting for their troops to charge, to lay bodies at their gates for their allies to climb over. It wasn't a tactic to win, but rather to simply keep throwing troops until the enemy messed up. Sensoa was confused as to why he was seeing this, watching on as the two young twins clung to their caretaker. He remembered this battle quite clearly, a bloody battle that had lasted for nearly a week straight. They had lost a huge amount of troops but the castle had been taken, and that was all that Belial cared about. The demon lord could have taken the castle himself, but he had minions so he threw them at the castle for his own enjoyment. Sensoa remembered the sickening display quite well, and despite his dislike for the sacrifice needed for this. Memories all came flooding back to the demon, various images of all kinds, to inconsistent to put into words or describe. Yet in all of them he remembered the constant frustrations of watching those around him die... Then the memory of the his father was vividly there, holding him with the cackle of Hakai in the background. Hyuki's wailing ringing in his ears as he watched the life bleed from Barban's face. There was that look, the look of hope in his eye that Sensoa could carry on without his guidance. Yet all that he had experienced in his time in the mortal realm had brought him nothing but misery. From the moment of his entry to this realm, misery had followed him. For twenty long years, Sensoa had suffered at the hands of mortals. He had let it shape his views, twist his morals, and corrupt his concept of the strong. In this moments, defining who he was had become even more difficult. Sensoa's eyes fluttered open as the nightmare ended, the runes upon his body lighting up once more. His eyes were unfocused, unseeing for a short time but ultimately awoke to see Ochra sitting nearby and then he spotted her... Amara... He had no title worthy of his hatred for her, and he did not wish to bring that to mind. His eyes began searching the area, immediately looking for Kitiana... Surely she was here too right? His eyes continued to search the area, but soon the hope in them faded only to leave the sad realization. He had failed her, in the same manner he had failed Barban. His eyes trailed down to his hands, his fingers closing into fists, then reopening a few times. He was already beginning to heal quickly, but it would be a while longer. The demon looked back to Ochra, then back to Amara. He didn't know what to say to them. His rage was no longer warm, but cold. Deathly cold, hope having been extinguished from his heart and the fires that once burned bright were sickly. The demon shifted his weight, the ice forming from where he sat slowly beginning to spread outwards but eventually stopped only a foot away from him. He said nothing, his eyes down cast as he simply waited for his wounds to heal. He was going to slaughter them all... he had resolved to that now. This world... it would bear no life upon it again. This generation of Namekians... it would be there last. A sickness had been born into him now, a hatred that seared itself into his very being. He felt lifeless, cold, and dead inside. His student... he had made the wrong call... He had not thought she was that foolish... yet she had been. He had fooled himself into believing it would all work out. It hadn't, and now yet another person he knew was dead. They had come to terms, forgiven each other and moved on... He had wanted to see her grow up, become a fine demon one day... To watch her grow as Barban had watched over him. But he had been foolish... He could have no such thing if this place existed... No... All of the mortal realm had a sickness to it, one that was brought forth not from evil or good. It was the fact they had no idea what they were. Mortal kind was confused, and in that confusion all it did was bring misery. Nothing could fix this place, and nothing could make Sensoa whole again. He had lost everything but Kayen now... and now, he knew what he needed to do. He knew where his weakness lay and how he could fix the problem. It wasn't that he had been wrong in his views when coming to this universe, but rather that he had allowed the sickness from mortal kind to take place within his heart... he had to burn it out. He would purge that sickness from himself... Once his wounds were healed, the end of his suffering would come soon after. |
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Post by Kiko Kai on Nov 13, 2019 8:48:12 GMT -6
Kiko’s PL: 5,000
Kiko felt more tired than she had ever felt before. Shinjin didn’t want for much, and pretty much never felt exhaustion, but today had totally drained her. She felt defeated. And sad. She had failed as a Kai. Failed. It felt awful, this failure. Because of it, she was certain only bad things would come of events. She drifted along behind Ochra, having fallen behind a little bit in her morose musings. When she heard some questions being directed her way, she hurried up and landed beside an unconscious Sensoa. His wounds still looked bad. She was going to have to spend even more time trying to heal him up. With a heavy heart, she reached out her little hands toward him when she heard Amara wake up, her voice dry and painful. With a flick of her wrist, Kiko materialized a pitcher of fresh water beside her so that she could have something to drink. From what she knew of Saiyans, losing your tail was pretty traumatic. So, even though Amara has pissed her off in that whole debacle, she wasn’t about to cause her more suffering. The Saiyan croaked out some questions of her own. Kiko wasn’t so sure that she had all the answers that everyone wanted, but she could try. “We’re still on Namek,” Kiko answered Amara first, “As for what happened… well. From what I gathered, Kitiana - the brat - attacked the Namekian village for some reason. But from how she talked and how others talked about her, I think she was possessed or something. It didn’t seem like that was how she usually was. Anyway, she hurt that Namekian… the Guru pretty badly. After which, you absolutely went bonkers.”Kiko pointed to Ochra. “If Senny and I hadn’t arrived just then, you would have killed Kitiana then and there. After that you beat up on Senny here… oh! Whoa!”Senny was moving! His eyes opened up, and he shifted around and moved despite being as hurt as he was. Kiko tutted in extreme disapproval and placed a very gentle hand on his arm. She leaned in front of him, waving a hand in his face slowly to make sure that he was all there and that he saw her too. “Senny…? How are you feeling? Are you okay…? Um… I’m really sorry that… I wasn’t more help…”Kiko felt a lot of things in that moment and all of them were evident on her face. Guilt for being more of a detriment than a help. Sadness. Concern. A lot of concern. Uncertainty. She had failed him as a Supreme Kai, but, moreover, she had failed him as a friend. She had promised that she would help him, but her help hadn’t been enough. |
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Post by Ochra on Nov 18, 2019 10:13:35 GMT -6
She didn't really give any further information that Ochra didn't already know. The demon, Kitiana was her name, had made Ochra believe she had murdered his friend. Guess the pain and rage from it all caused him to flip out and try to kill her, only for Sensoa to intervene. Why was Sensoa working with someone who tried to massacre innocents like that? That was something he should ask him. He remembered him and Oboe arguing about something, but he was a bit out of it at the time. Though she was interrupted by Sensoa slowly coming to. Ochra immediately noticed the ice forming on the ground around him. Well, that was a new one, and a little disturbing as well.
Amara was coming to as well, and she was in just a rough a shape. At least she was able to speak, afraid of Sensoa trying to kill them. "Well, lucky for you, he's not in good condition right now," Ochra said, "I can't remember everything that happened, but nobody else is dying today. Not you, not him, nobody else." Fortunately, Ochra was still in good fighting condition, so if anything happened, he can easily step in and put a stop to it. At her next question, Ochra looked around. "We're at the Northern Scar. Good distance away from anyone. Enough people have been hurt already."
He slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the Shinjin, kneeling down beside the injured Sensoa. "How's he doing?" he asked. He couldn't help feeling responsible for his current state. After all, Ochra had most likely been the one to inflict that damage on him.
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Post by Amara on Nov 20, 2019 11:48:05 GMT -6
"You're here." Amara said with some amount of surprise, eyeing the Shinjin. "Guess I should've expected that given Ochra took the Demon with him too. ...To be honest, I expected at least some sort of petty reprimand or slap from you in a situation like this." The Saiyaness cracked a grin, the expression lacking warmth and merely an attempt to distract herself from the ongoing pain that wracked her body. Even more surprising was that Kiko had decided to grant her water, the mercenary eyeing the pitcher. "I'm assuming this isn't poisoned given the circumstances, so... thank you." Despite it possibly appearing otherwise, she didn't harbor ill-will towards the Shinjin whatsoever. It had just been convenient to use her as a distraction to sap the larger Demon's focus and energy on 'protecting' her.
Despite the temptation, Amara partook of the water slowly - the cool stream running along the bottom of her dry mouth and sitting for a moment as she just let the sensation linger. Drinking too much when in pain or when dehydrated wasn't good, either, and could lead to its own set of undesirable effects. Normally she wouldn't have to worry, given her Power Level, but the severe injury she sustained saw to it that Amara's everything was greatly injured at this point in time. "'Possession doth not mean an excuse in front of Yemma'," Amara quoted airly. "A little something I heard from a ghost one time. And if the judge of souls damns you to Hell for it, then surely it is good enough reason for me to do the same."
"...Tch. That plan went out the window with the arrival of 'Senny' over there, though." Amara looked away, tone neutral as she continued to drink slowly. "For better or worse, it is what it is." The group was interrupted by Sensoa stirring, the Saiyaness jolting in response and eyeing the Demon with open suspicion. "Right, so, I know what you said Ochra but are you sure you can intercept him if he tries to fuckin' assassinate me suddenly?" She'd honestly be anywhere else right now. The center of a sun sounded safer than sitting next to the rage demon king himself. "Why are you running with him anyway, 'goddess?'" The question directed at Kiko. "I thought the Kais were supposed to make sure Demons didn't blow up villages and nearly kill the guru of Namek."
She was being hostile. Overly so. Cool it, getting angry won't help. "...Forget it." Amara grumbled. "Doesn't matter anymore." It didn't help that she felt a bit betrayed by Ochra's concern for the Demon, well knowing that he was his friend too. How or why? Didn't matter. It was a fact, and she'd have to respect that. "...What now, huh?" Amara pulled herself up as much as she could, gesturing vaguely to her missing tail. "I'm essentially back to square one. I don't have the potential to go Super Saiyan, so, without Oozaru I'm a sitting duck... must've been how you felt" The last part was directed at Ochra, who himself had only just unlocked the yellow hair mode.
"Ha, but me? An old dog with no outstanding abilities?" He legs wobbled, the Saiyan sitting once more and splashing some water on her face. "There's no way I could ever do something like that... thing. Super Saiyan. Not everyone has the potential, I know this, so might as well own up to reality." She sighed, the sound dragging out as her head tilted straight up to the sky. "...Heh. It's like I told you back in that forest, Ochra, I'm not special. And I'm not a 'good' person either."
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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 Nov 20, 2019 12:58:31 GMT -6
Sensoa could hear everyone speak, Amara speaking of her fear of him, which was well justified. He was going to hunt her, he would haunt her every waking moment till he killed her. First, he looked to Ochra who she seemed fixated on and Sensoa's eyes narrowed at the saiyan. He was debating on if Ochra deserved to die just to get back at her, to remove any trace of hope from here. He could tell she had a lot of self loathing, which made him feel content for now. Ochra didn't deserve to die for her actions... not yet. But then Kiko apologized, Sensoa looking at her. He didn't blame Kiko... He didn't blame anyone but himself. He had failed completely, He tried to convince himself before that he was not some weakling, that this new form would allow him to save or keep Barban alive... and to protect Kit. Yet here he was... empty handed with a shinjin child, his friend, and the bitch who egged on the execution. Slowly the demon turned to Ochra to ask how he was doing. A huff would emit from him then. "My student is dead... How am I doing? A girl I helped train was lost in her new demonic powers... and instead of trying to subdue her... you all killed her?"Sensoa shifted on the spot, but felt a rib crack under the movement which caused his eyes to go wide before wincing in pain then falling back down. He was going to stand, but that wasn't possible at the moment. "So to tell you how I am doing... I will tell you how I am 'doing'... When I am fully healed... I am going to pluck the eyes from that saiyan over there... Then I am going to chain her to the ground... Then let the rats feast upon her while she lives. Her carcass will rot in my home for years as a trophy while I watch this world burn..."Sensoa snarled in anger. "It wont be today... it wont be tomorrow... But know I am coming for you Amara... and there isn't a force in this galaxy, in this reality... that will keep me from killing you. I am going to take everything from you... everything you come to love... I am going to burn it to ash..."His eyes shifted to Amara, who he knew wasn't afraid to die. He didn't care if she was afraid of dying, he wasn't trying to scare her, he wasn't trying to intimidate her. He was telling her a fact of life, a thing that was as sure as the sun rising and shining bright. "You will never know peace... as long as I draw breath..."With that Sensoa turned to Ochra, frost forming in the air about him. The whole area growing as cold as death's touch. "Ochra... I do not blame you... You had lost SOMETHING during your attack. But this... bitch here... Is just upset that her friend had a bad thing happen. So she decided my student deserved to die. Know this Ochra, protect her with your life... grow stronger... because I will not stop... and you know how quickly I can grow strong. You had better work your ass off... Because when I come for her carcass... I will not hold back."It was a warning, a simple warning but one that held the weight of a life threat. If Ochra didn't protect Amara from Sensoa when he came from her... It was going to be a blood bath. PL: 180,000 |
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