Circumstances had brought him to the desert where he had spent a good part of his stay on Earth. Forcing the local scum and lowlifes to work under him and establishing himself as the big man around. Well, all of this was before he met with Mumbo and joined the Stargoons. For now, he was simply a desperate man searching for a cure to his illness. Holding tight unto his only Dragon Ball with the hope that pieces would fall to his favor, allowing him to reclaim what is rightfully his. Although he couldn’t sense energies, he knew he was bound to meet with like-minded individuals, each searching the infamous wish-granting dragon balls to further their agenda.
He was in a state of anticipation, his senses on high alert most of the time. While he couldn’t predict when he would have to fight, he could at the very least be prepared at any time. He was in a bad shape, but not the worst shape thanks to Chime’s healing setting his illness back. While unsolicited, it might prove useful depending on his foe.
The weather was calm, just a slight wind lifting clouds of sand around him. The sun was slowly receding into the horizon, washing the desert in a warm orange hue.
For the moment, he was traveling on foot, with no general direction in mind. Passing the time while waiting for an opportunity was all he could do for now. Did fate had other plans for him? Whatever, he was ready. As ready as he could get.
Items: Armor, Blood Ruby Pendant, Spacesleigh, Dragon Radar, 3-star Dragon Ball OOC: At long last, it is here.
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He had been at this for hours now, and the Duke's patience had nearly reached its limits. He had half a mind to break the damn thing, and the fortuneteller that had sold him it. Friends and family discount or not, pulling a fast one on an old classmate was just in poor taste. Perhaps his 'friend' really did deserve all those beatdowns and name calling, perhaps he even had some more in store.
"What in the blazes..." a yellow dot flickered at the very rim of the screen, signalling that a way's east was a ball. This was a first, perhaps a false alarm? Tentatively excited, Kalabas slid down a dune. The dot was closer now, and yet, moving. Was the ball carried by another or simply moving on its own? Stranger yet, just how did the radar pick up on them? Did the balls give off a particular radiation, could it be duplicated, mass-produced into duds to throw off other hunters? An interesting scheme, to be sure... Wait, was this a dud? He hoped not. The ghost was frustrated enough as it was. He put his hand over his eyes, trying to spy well into the distance in the direction he was pointed. As he was see-through, he put his second hand over the other, casting just enough shade over his eyes that he could focus on... a man, with skin that almost blended with the sky, no wonder that he had though of him as a mirage at first. Almost from instinct alone, a many-stepped plan hatched in his head.
Kalabas uses [ UT1 | UT2 ] Cloak and Dagger to lower his PL to 1!
The saiyan hid when he could, supersped when he couldn't, closing in on the heran as his mind raced. Could the dragon ball be haggled for? From the hands of a man as thuggish-looking as the heran... it was unlikely, Kalabas doubted he could even understand the mere concept of not acquiring things from looting alone, but perhaps that was just his personal prejudice speaking. Herans were fine warriors, but also mercenaries, magicians, hardly the kind of inclinations the ghost found endearing. No, this one would have to be fought... perhaps even killed. A man as powerful as him would not simply accept defeat without first throwing a wrench, perhaps even himself, time and time again into Kalabas' plans. The saiyan had had enough of those in life, a mistake he wouldn't allow himself in death. Then again, was his revival worth the death of others? One thing was pursuing lofty goals, the means to achieved them, but did these necessitate bloodshed? It was simply the way of life, he supposed, a path he needed to thread again. Being dead was hell, being a ghost was worse, would he really hesitate now!?
Kalabas drops [ UT1 | UT2 ] Cloak and Dagger!
"HALT!" he thundered without wanting to, cursing this impulse that had weakened so. He circled around his target, standing before him, quieting down the anger he felt surging, the hunger. He was so close, to the ball, his wish, to life. "I suppose I am to introduce myself now, to let you know why a stranger comes to accost you, so far away as you are from everything and everyone. And yet, you ought to have the smarts to know why I am here, no?" Kalabas shook the radar in his hand, then capsuling it away "I want your ball, the dragon one that is. I am as willing to pay for it, to compensate for your compliance, as I am to take it from you should you refuse, and strike you down should you attack me." he adjusted his headband, readying for what he saw as inevitable "Hurry now, I have four more to collect."
PL: 152,000 KP: 3/3
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2019 18:40:18 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Fixed PL
He had felt a slight shift in the air, one not strong enough to worry him. Most certainly, it was stress playing tricks on him at this time. Not the first time it happened. But it was when the singular voice echoed throughout the empty desert that things became clear. And much more serious. He watched as a stranger circled around him, never averting his sight from the pale silhouette before him. A talker, that was for sure. Obviously, he had a very good hunch about what he was here for and his statement only made it clearer. Now, how would he get out of this?
Something piqued his interest, however. He claimed to have already three dragon balls at his disposal and needed only four. Including the one Dosu possessed. He thought about reaching for his radar to see if this person had them on his person, but that could prove a grave mistake. Actually, it didn’t even matter. He figured he’d have to beat him up anyway to get them.
“So, who are you?” he inquired. If the man was to present himself, perhaps he should’ve done so from the get-go instead of going all verbose on the Heran.
Compensation? Sure, the idea of remuneration sparked some interest in the mercenary, but it quickly dissolved. Nothing was worth more than his wish. As long as he had his Dragon Ball, he had some weight in the overall state of things. The goodies wouldn’t kill him outright and given the nature of his wish, he could probably make a point for himself. But he didn’t know who this guy was. That was a problem.
“I won’t give it to you. I need it for a wish of my own, y’see. You should go on ahead if you’re that hurry. You look like you have time to spare, don’t you?”
This pale figure, it kept reminding him of that ghost girl he fought on the Lookout. If that was the case, then his situation was probably more of a pressing matter than his could ever be. Sadly, he couldn’t tell whether or not the guy was strong, but as he did with everyone else, he’d at least assume he was as strong as he was. The ghost-looking guy’s confident attitude could be only vain boasting, after all. Did he expect him to leave right away? No. But within the next moments, he figured he’d see just how serious the guy was.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2019 20:10:40 GMT -6 by Dosu: edits
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"Who am I?" Kalabas smiled, the words delicious in his mouth as the heran bit the bait rigged "Why, a name is such a powerful thing, so why should I give you mine when I care not for yours? Rather, know me as the man who will return home with one more dragon ball in hand, and I shall know you as the one who will return empty-handed or not at all." the grudges of this world carried to the other world, he would most certainly not ease this man's revenge by giving him his name - being a ghost was enough, he did not need to deal with a haunt all of his own. Yet, he wondered, was it dishonorable of him to refuse to give his name? No more than in real battle, he supposed. Exchanging pleasantries before every fight back on Namek really was a hassle... Even then, that was change came from simple pragmatism, but his current refusal was nothing short of resentment, fear. What was he afraid of? Death for one, perhaps, but first he would have to live again... something that the heran now stood in the way of. Not for long, however. "Now now, heed the words of a man who lives no more, there is very little in this life that is worth dying for... Does your cause go beyond your life, will it stand after you die? That can be arranged. That can certainly be arranged."
Kalabas uses Dread (x15T) New PL: 2,280,000
Any semblance of restraint, control, would only get in the way now. The changes were subtle as far as wraiths go, sharp teeth grown in rows, limbs bent at impossible, unnatural angles, a form no longer see-through, but pulsating against the living flow of ki. A super saiyan's energy was warm and bright, yet his was the opposite, so cold he froze the sand under his boots, so dark that the light around in rippled inward like that of a black hole "Pay, compensation. Foolish. To let you live should be enough proof of my magnanimity, no? I wish I had even a second to spare, but with each passing moment more and more of me fades from this realm and the other... Death is a frightening thing, for you and me both, but I am moved by a more desperate fear. Can you imagine nothingness, heran? No body, no soul, no essence. A fate, a destiny, I would see brought upon a thousand others before me." a ball of ki materialized in the ghost's hand "More than a thousand, a whole planet. So reason with me, what wouldn't I do to a speck like you?" He shot a lifeless glare, his dispassionate voice now oozing with anger "The ball. Now."
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2019 21:31:40 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
There was something incredibly annoying about this person. Simple answers quickly became entire monologues and the air of vainness about it made it impossible to empathize with him. Nonetheless, the threat was heard and understood. He didn’t care much about his name, his face was more than enough to get a rough idea of who he was dealing with. Since he held himself in such high regards, there was the possibility he used to have some kind of power in this world, before his inevitable fall from grace, that is. Now he was comparing his goal to his. Really, he was starting to piss him off. His expression changed to that of an annoyed grin.
“Fine, have it your way. My wish only concerns me. Whatever you want doesn’t mean shit to me, no matter how grand it is. It will always be beneath me. And to make sure I get that wish, I’ll put my very life on the line. It’s all connected, after all.”
Dosu first noticed the cold of the air, followed by changes in his opponent’s physical appearances. Most of it appeared to be minor, not very threatening. There was however something eerie and unsettling about this. Something even the ghost on the Lookout failed to evoke in him. Was that what potentially awaited him? Faced with the notion of his own demise, the Heran couldn’t help but wonder. But he would not falter.
Yet another monologue, one that brought a smile to his face. His fear was ridiculous at best. The nothingness he feared so wasn’t all that bad.
“I do not fear it. Rather, I’d welcome it over being stuck in this endless cycle any longer. I was born to believe to death was the end. I still wish to believe in that, even if you present yourself as the opposite of it. You fearing it brings me hope, however. If I cannot tear this world apart with my two hands, then at the very least, I can opt-out of it.”
He saw the ball of ki forming. He thought nothing of it.
“Then, let’s see how you struggle against a speck like me.”
Concentrating his ki, he powered up in a single outburst of energy. Good, his body was responding well enough to allow him a fighting chance. Maybe, just maybe he could pull this off. Now to see just how much of a threat the apparition was.
True to himself, he dashed towards his opponent, attempting to deliver a punch straight to where his guts used to be. Ghost physiology was unknown to him, but he figured he’d find out soon enough. As he delivered the first hit, hopefully connecting with his target, he took a half-step back to hit with his other fist, this time aiming at the face.
OOC:Using Seething Savagery along with the blood ruby pendant (+x5/+x4). PL is now 575'000/460'000 Going for two punches to mess up this pretty ghost.
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Kalabas could not stand the grinning types, more often than not they were either machiavellian lamebrains or cheery dreary imbeciles, but this man was clearly neither. His confidence, his bearing, the fatalism carried in his words... All signs of a warrior worn by the world, with a grudge against it that would sooner or later try to be fulfilled. And so he grinned, and kept on grinning, marked by annoyance turned to anger turned back to annoyance again. Was he exasperated by the saiyan's oratory? How amusing. It mattered little anyway, there was only ever one possible outcome to end this, that much Kalabas was certain. As he snarled the ultimatum the saiyan's regal stance changed to one that commanded no less respect and power.
Even if his body was no more his spirit was still very much that of a saiyan noble, one defined by tradition, legacy, and a love for conquest that he now saw as mutilated. He wondered, after everything that had happened, was he still himself, could he relish in bloodshed, in complete and utter conquest? The son of Yangcong was a strange kill. He was strong in raw power, but weak in everything else, barely a man, much less a saiyan. Kalabas had conquered nothing from him except the simple confirmation of what he already knew, that he could keep pace with true super saiyans, and perhaps kill them... A feat he hoped to never have to do again. Still, would the heran prove himself of greater mettle? Now Kalabas was the one grinning, ki coursing through his soul. A beast always fought the hardest when cornered.
"How I struggle?" Kalabas swatted the charging fist aside with the back of his hand, then stopping the one launched at his face with his palm. Even he expected more from this braggart, but overpowering a weaker foe had a simple pleasure all of its own "Apparently, not much." his fingers clamped down into a crushing vise grip "You have gumption, old man, but your bite is no better than your bark." the pressure on Dosu's knuckles would build up slowly as the saiyan spoke "You know, I had you pegged for one of those 'destroy the world' types, actually. Tear it, is what you said?" his aura began perfusing Dosu's "I suppose every little runt goes through that phase, but some just never grow from it... Why is it that I only get to fight the emotionally unstable, I wonder? I suppose no sane person ever reaches our heights of power. Well, mine, at least. But... oh,here I am prattling on and on! There's no time for this, I have a wish to make, and you a grave to fill." Suddenly, Kalabas let go of Dosu. Instead, he laid his hands on his sculpted blue cheeks, caressing the coarse beard that brushed his skin, and then launching his forehead against his nose.
It took a full second to realize what had happened, how easy his strikes had been deflected. The hand crushing his even made his knees shake from pain. His sole response was a grunt and the Heran was trying to keep face in front of the apparition. Worries began flooding his mind. What was it, exactly? Had his strength already left him? Was this all he could muster up in front of his enemy? Or was the difference in strength simply that overwhelming. He recollected a past encounter with Kayen, the current queen of the Saiyans. How he failed to even land a proper strike on her as well. Was this to be a repeat of that singular encounter? No, of course not. The pale man had made it clear. He was to send him to his grave.
His grin vanished quickly. Veins began popping on his forehead and neck as he tried to wrestle his arm free. He could feel himself struggling in vain as he was slowly being overpowered. This had to be the most unpleasant feeling he knew. Being powerless.
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” he roared. ”You Saiyan-looking freak, I’m tired of hearing you ramble. You’re just lucky I’m not in my best shape, I would’ve already crushed your windpipe by now!” he gritted his teeth at the thought. “Hell! If this world had been even the slightest bit more fair, you would probably never had the chance to draw your first breath.”
On his warpath, he would have stopped the new generation from ushering into existence. A lie he told himself since he had no way of ever guessing how things would end up. But still, if not for this ridiculous, pitiful body, this idiot would be pleading for his life right about now. When he touched his face, the Heran was already seething. He’d rip off those fingers and shove them down his throat. Then came the headbutt and he was sent flying back. He felt his head ringing, maybe he had lost consciousness for a second or two. His nose felt heavy and the sand beneath him ran red from the blood pissing down from it.
“Bastard…” he said between his teeth. If he had to go all out, right now was the moment. He powered up once more, forsaking defense for pure offense and launched himself towards Kalabas. He kept his body low and once in range, attacked with a wide swing aimed just below his left ribs.
“Let’s see how you like this, now!”
He felt a bit lightheaded, probably due to the hit to his face, but now that he was stronger, odds were a bit more in his favor.
OOC: Using [UT] Dosu Unbound w/ swole sig to power up! +x1/-x1 to pl (New PL: 690'000/345'000)
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2019 17:06:22 GMT -6 by Dosu: c/c shenanigans
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How much further could this man's body and mind be broken? Kalabas had a plan, a little demonstration, one that could wound more than any word or attack of his own. As the heran charged, almost in slow motion to the wraith, Kalabas opened a breach in his stance that left his neck exposed. It was his plan to show that the blue man had as likely to win this battle as he was to keep the ball, but something... unexpected happened. Instead of doing good on his threat, acting the part of the fool in a cruel twist of irony, Dosu went for the saiyan's ribs! Kalabas weathered the attack, immovable, and yet his eyes were blank, his irises trembled... Slowly, silently, he fell to one knee and doubled over himself, his hands laid on the struck ribs "No more..." he whispered, teeth gritted with pain "No m-" his lips trembled, his ivory teeth glinting through as he smiled "Oh, I am slain! Oh, I've been killed!" he chortled, hopping back to his feet, hurling a ki-infused chop at his enemy's neck "I would have asked you if you, perchance," he punctuated the pause with an attempted deep elbow strike throw to the diaphragma "got the reference, but it is not like you lot are known for appreciating fine art." Kalabas vaulted over himself, putting some distance.
"No, you herans are known for being like the saiyans, only blue, tailless, and worse in every conceivable way. Perhaps your people should have put more stock on your wizarding ways, now that we have proven that through no natural means will you ever surpass me... Actually, that would make you third-rate magicians rather than second-rate fighters, no? Now the namekians, the konatsians, those you can invite to your hearth without having to first lock the reliquary. Then again, you do not seem awfully artful with the lockpick. Stubby fingers, you see?" Kalabas waggled his fingers over his face, complementing his dramatic pose "Now with these I can get into all sorts of things. Perhaps even your mother? By the ancestors, as if I would sire something that ugly."
An energy sword manifested down the Duke's forearm and around his open hand, a little technique borrowed from Vocado. "Well now, I grow bored from this. Do you want your remains hacked or finely chopped?"
Last Edit: Nov 27, 2019 18:07:54 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
He felt the hit connect, as cleanly as it could and he waited for something. His contentment wore off after a couple of seconds, when he realized that Kalabas’ body wasn’t curling around his fist as it should have, his body remaining solid and firm. Then came the acting, the false pain and supplication only used to make a mockery out of him. He should have been angry. He should have been furious. But above all that, there was a feeling that triumphed over the rest. The feeling of powerlessness. This was his absolute best, the strongest he could get, stronger than everything he had been up to his point. Despite the illness, despite the injuries, he had grown above all of that. But in the end, it wasn’t enough.
Blood slowly dripped from his nose, staining his mustache and beard. It felt weird. Usually, he would have been angry at himself. However, prior to this encounter, he had plenty of time to consider his situation. Enough to understand that this was his inevitable fate to perish. That he might find some peace of mind through resignation. Yeah, no point in struggling anymore.
The words of the ex-Saiyan fell on deaf ears. Even if he considered them, what could he say? He was never close to his origin, much less to supposed parents he never even met. Maybe he was right, but given his bias, surely this was said in order to provoke him. Shit, if he could’ve at least died at the hand of someone worthy of respect. Whatever, beggars can’t be choosers.
He took a few steps back, felt a weakness in one leg and dropped on his knees, his shoulders low. Any semblance of fighting spirit was gone. He did laugh at the futility of it all. Just one laugh that resembled a hiccup more than anything. He grabbed a handful of sand, get to feel the texture one last time. Would he miss this place? Probably not. His only regret was, well, not doing enough. Never enough. His muscles reverted to their usual size, trembling from the stress he had imposed on them. Powering up while in this state was taxing enough on his body.
“Fuuuck…” he let out in a sigh. His voice was calm, perhaps a bit distant. “I hate it. You, this, everything. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. You’re in a hurry, right? Then finish this. I gave it my all. I have nothing more. You’ve won.”
He didn’t have any last words. Instead, he closed his eyes. May he never wake up from this.
OOC: Dosu reverted to his normal state. He was thoroughly defeated. This is farewell.
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The heran's words took Kalabas by surprise, so much so that his own ki blade dispelled.
"I... won?" his face scrunched, conflicting feelings of victory and dissatisfaction hidden by the fluidity and finality of his movement as his hand hovered right between them, miniscule sparks of ki shooting from his fingers and melding into a sphere about the size of his closed fist.He smacked his tongue, "You may be ten or a hundred times my age, but I was not born yesterday. Planning to lash out as my guard is down, as I take you for beaten? What a clever little rotter you turned out to be." A warrior would not have said the things he had said, fought the way he had fought, only to moments later fall to one knee and accept death - saiyan or not. Kalabas had even found a modicum of regard for this old dog, so ready to fight and die for his wish, outclassed as he knew himself to be... Unless the fool was never able to sense ki in the first place. Did that add to his bravery or just his stupidity? No, this was a trick of some kind. The heran had called for reinforcements, or had a transformation with power beyond his musclebound form, or a bomb set to detonate soon, or some sort of plan with which to gain the upper hand. Just one the ghost had not caught up to just yet. "Do you think that death brings any closure, you contemptible sod?" The ball grew in glare, it was pure packed energy, beyond even that of Kalabas and his aura "You will come to regret it." Although his eyes were set on his downed opponent, as was the attack, the saiyan's mind was set on his ki sense, reaching as far as he could "We all do."
Something was not right. The conveniency of this whole blasted affair, the suddenness with which it had came about... He had to make sense of this first. He walked over to his enemy "Are you really set on this? No globs of spit and snot? No snarled threats? Come on now, if nothing else, that line about my windpipe was quite something! A bit absurd, since ghosts have nothing of the like, but I am sure you will know all about that soon." he pulled his head up by the mohawk "Fight. It will do good on your conscience."
Kalabas charges [SIG | Force | Endure] Final Imperial Epitaph (PL: 3,032,400)! Turns charged: 1/2 KP: 4/7
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2019 7:37:03 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Typos
He had resigned to his fate and yet…what was that burning feeling welling up in his chest?
His journey had been a long and painful one, the swift release of death should be the thing to release him from it all. But he couldn’t find peace within himself. He could not accept it. No matter if he was outclassed, no matter if he had been ridiculed and humbled so many times. Something urged him to act. Something, alongside that…heat? It was soothing at first, but it got progressively unpleasant. It felt wrong, chaotic and supernatural. His breathing became profound and irregular. He had felt this once, before. It first occurred on Knutts, when the Heran feared for his life, before his rage surpassed this said fear and exploded outwards, hurting him greatly in the process. He didn’t have any recollection of it beyond that point. In this present case, he did not fear death and instead of being focused on himself for being so weak, his hatred was aimed at the entire world. Emotions failed to describe this sensation of absolute hate.
“ARE YOU DONE? WHAT’S TAKING YOU SO LONG?”
He shouted towards the ghost. A plea to get this over with. A grimace of both pain and rage deformed his face as his breathing got even more profound and jerky, his chest visibly moving up and down from a distance. He didn’t feel right and fought against it as best as he could. On the other side of the battlefield, his opponent was telling him and indulge in fighting, if only to give himself good conscience. Then, it dawned on him. The only thing that would bring peace to his mind was total destruction. He had ignored this urge so many times, but at this very last moment, it came back full force and started echoing louder and louder. A cacophony that surely would get any person on the verge of madness.
“HURRY UP GODDAMNIT!”
Yes, part of him still resisted. Out of fear, he had chosen to dismiss this fragment of his soul as not being himself. As a result, he felt a lot more sane and in control of his emotions, something that was deemed necessary to last in fights where he did not have the upper hand. Perhaps he should have tried to understand more, back then. The warmth completely enveloped him, he could hear whispers that made him tremble. They begged for mayhem, for blood. For death. As red as blood and as destructive as a supernova.
‘If I am to die anyway…’
This sole idea sent shivers down his spine, tingles on the back of his neck.
‘Then I don’t care what happens to my body…I’ll go all out this one last time.’
And if he was to do that, then he supposed this was a curtain call for him. What he would become, what the ghost would fight, he had no idea what it could be. But it wasn’t him, or so he thought.
'This is my life's final act...'
Before he could finish his word, a huge pillar of ki engulfed him, shooting high into the sky. It gave off so much heat that the horizon around it rippled. Whereas everything was previously orange due to the setting sun, now everything was washed in a deep crimson red. At the feet on the column of energy, sand slowly melted into glass. After a while, he emerged.
Skin a dark green, cracked all over his body and from it what seemed like ki seeped out, rolling up his body before dissipating in the sky. Behind his neck and shoulder blades ki erupted, so dense it appeared tangible and flame-like. A form that could barely be contained by his frail body, to the point where it was being consumed as well. His eyes, blackened and only showed vivid yellow irises, more akin to a beast than a man. A transformation unlike what was common for Herans and yet, so deeply tied to their roots.
Legends were told of the primordial beings that fathered the current Heran race. Animalistic creatures that had more in common with beasts than actual sentient beings, who reveled in the chaos they weaved, their sole motivation residing in a solemn vow to destroy, conquer and kill. They couldn’t function in social environments, their violent tendencies making them prone to killing even their own offspring, should it suffice to sate their thirst for savagery. Such creatures were condemned to exile by nature, but such a fate would mean the end of their race. As the generations went by, they learned restraint against their own kind, allowing them to form pseudo-societies where balance hang by a thread. Many eyed the position of leader and one misstep could mean the end. While this aura of mistrust was particular to each clan and made for a livable yet unpleasant atmosphere, the wars between two rival groups were as deadly as ever. To conquer their own kin was to prove their superiority as well as a way to gather more manpower by taking the survivors into their own clan. Naturally, each clan slowly drifted away from the others, eventually seeking to establish themselves in other worlds. While their numbers were scarce, their strength more than made up for it and soon enough, they started planting their seeds across the galaxy. By mixing their genes with other species, they slowly were able to contain their own savagery, becoming smarter, more sociable and forming more complex communities. Eventually, they were no longer the savage barbarians of old, but a fully functional species that was able to prosper and that was allowed to think about the future. Still, some carried within themselves the vestiges of old, giving birth to some highly unstable individuals, most of whom failed to stand the test of time due to their savage and violent nature.
Through some clever twist of fate, Dosu had inherited that particularity from both parents. While rare, it was not by any means a unique thing. The true feat was how he had managed to survive for so long and not succumb to his warped mind and gory cravings. And now, finally losing himself in that long-forgotten power, he was able to truly be free.
Dosu stood upright, motionless for a while. He started noticing himself, watched how his body had changed. He did not show disbelief nor contentment, but a wicked smile had been decorating his face for a while. Was he even self-aware at this point? It was as if he was high on power itself. Or madness, perhaps. He looked around, for a short while before finally setting his gaze to his enemy. His facial expression did not change.
Even his voice was warped by the sudden change, something more guttural to it than previously. What was he laughing at, exactly? Surely, it could be dismissed as a madman’s folly. He turned his gaze away, ever so slowly, completely ignoring the man. In a flash, he disappeared, only to reappear in front of the ghost. He did not give any murderous instinct. In fact, he did not give off any vibe at all. The split-second it took for him to close the gap between him and his opponent should’ve been quite a surprise in itself, seeing how it was totally on a different scale than before. His right hand came forward, with both thumb and index fingers forward, aiming right at his eyes, attempting to gouge them and if successful, attempting to drive them even further into his head. During that whole attack, Dosu still looked to his left, as if preoccupied with something else. If Kalabas was the observing kind, perhaps he would’ve noticed his smile growing larger. If able to see at all.
“Hacked…Finely chopped…Haaaah…Hah! Stubby fingers…” All words he had told him before. He remembered them…apparently. “Hahahahaha!...”
Then he shifted his gaze towards the possibly eyeless ghost in a fashion so grotesque and unnatural it was unsettling.
“Ḩ̸̘̞͎͔̺͑͐̍̊̽̈̒̂̕ͅA̶̳̩̎̔̃͊̊H̵̳̝̹͖͍̣̱͒̎͌Ä̴̲͙͙̉̃̔̎͒̚͘͠H̸̡͈̰̤͖͙̹͍̬̑̊̅̾͜͝͝A̶̺̲̥͕̐͐̈͒̌̒͋H̸̯̮̗̱̦͂͑̌̒̎̑̀͜Å̶̧̛̱̥̳̤͈̿̽̔͑͌̀̕͜͝H̶̠͎͖̄A̶̢͍͙̗̤̲͋̀H̷̡̠̗̓̌͑͝Ă̵̯̦̞̙̻͎̾̾̐̐͐̀͆H̸̹̱̺̼̞̭̄̂̋͆͒̽A̴̧̡̬̭̘̙̭̲͉̍̎́ͅH̵͕̮̝̐̌̄̌̓̋̀͑̚͝A̷̧̰̞̩̼̩̹̗̐̓͊̌̄̽͝͝” He roared, all sounds warped and fucked, before responding with a headbutt of his own, hopefully sending him away.
And what about this aura, slowly filling the atmosphere around them. Chaotic and heavy, it slowly became ubiquitous. Just what had he become?
OOC: This is a Thanksgiving miracle! Dosu undergoes a sudden change and transforms into a Primal Heran! (x15/x13) Blood ruby pendant activates, adding +x1 to offensive PL (x16/x13) [UT] Dosu Unbound activates, +x1/-x1 to modifiers (x17/x12) New PL: 1'955'000/1'380'000 Dosu uses [MA3] Tyrant's Dominance for 100% of his PL (1'955'000 dmg)! Flavored as a strike aimed at both of his eyes! Apparently, I heard ghosts could regen (flavorfully)! Non-KP Headbutt to finish it off. KP: 4/7 Turns before death: 2, maybe
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2019 21:31:30 GMT -6 by Dosu: edits
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"You still have breath to shout like that?" he replied without a hint of worry in his voice, finding some amusement in Dosu's pleas. No, this one would not fight, no matter how he was abused or what way Kalabas waxed poetically about his growing list of grievances on the man, the heran had given up so thoroughly it was almost pathetic. Nevertheless pity had led him to his death once, so he knew better than to give the heran yet another chance. He truly was after oblivion and oblivion was what Kalabas would give him, after he had his time with the coup de grâce. He was still uncertain what way to snuff this disappointment made flesh, he had done nothing too out-there, besides wanting to 'tear the world' and wasting the ever-waning soul's precious time, so something quick would have to do, no ki point carving this time he supposed. He would not leave a body behind, one sordid little robot thing was enough, and this one actually appeared to have the brains to bide his time and grow.
Without warning fulminating ki shot from Dosu's body, surprising the ghost as he recoiled his hand and then ran his thumb down his burnt fingers as if he had caught a strand of this strange energy. He took a step back, floating up and down like some common haunt such was the distraction caused by the changing skies. That wasn't normal. Nor was this energy... the way it grew stronger, wilder, and the corruption in it, of a different strand than Kalabas' but no less powerful. The saiyan was fascinated, how could he not? He had to die and return as something else entirely to come to power, but this... thing, as it barely felt like the ki of a sentient, had done it in a way too reminiscent of the super saiyan form through means no less natural than breathing. This was no corruption at all, was it? Merely yet another biological function. Just as the saiyan began wondering how different his opponent would come out from this, a whole different beast stepped from the pillar.
"-"Kalabas felt his sharp nails in his eyes, viscous and cracking things collapsing and tearing in the inside as the pain... the pain, so much pain, it was too much to process, too much to do anything more than whisper.
The eldritch word was indecipherable, indescribable, a sound so terrible that it would have turned both fighters mad if it weren't for their already jaded and warped psyches. Twin wisps of energy came spewing from the bloody caverns that were once the saiyan's eyes, bringing with them the dry coldness of a life force long gone, a pervading stillness impervious to the blazing chaos brought by the primal heran. As he went for a headbutt Dosu would find tendrils of ichor shooting from his bloodstained fingers, lashing his head back. The ghost was not screaming now, merely smiling as the ebbing matter in his wound shifted, with shards joining bone, muscle strands weaving back together, specks of blood and ectoplasm floating from all around back to their place. Slowly, the saiyan was returned his eyes. Slowly, he opened them, revealing them as glassy as they were before.
"Dear, the whole cackling lunatic thing you have going on is very much overdone." he stepped to the side, revealing with a bow and a hand flourish his gathering ki orb, its massive violet core melding with the captive blood red energy inside. At last, the blood in Dosu's fingers shot to the ghost's eyes, seeping through his cracked irises. "Whatever attack you throw my way will only serve to empower this beauty here, see?" he gave it a caress, as one would do to a beloved pet "So by all means, gouge my eyes again! But now with purpose, like you truly believe you are not a waste of my time! Perhaps I'll even feel it! If not, well, to never have to see your face again will be solace enough." Kalabas blasted at Dosu with a supersonic volley of punches and kicks, each of his strikes leaving afterimages from their sheer speed "Why yes, I do love the sound of my own voice!" he said, hitting harder, faster, his fists weapons honed beyond perfection.
Kalabas is hit by [MA3] Tyrant's Dominance (PL: 1,955,000), suffering 85% damage! Final Imperial Epitaph now has 4,987,400 PL and is ready to fire next turn! KP: 4/7
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2019 14:11:33 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Fixed broken code
His thoughts were familiar, sensations he had already experienced at some points in his life. Sometimes they came together, sometimes he would single out one of these particular feelings. For the first time, however, he had given them free reins over his mind. He was not trying to keep them in check, not trying to suppress them out of fear. Instead, he savored the moment, felt the waves of bliss crashing upon his body. The outside world was but a mere afterthought. He knew what was going on, but he didn’t care. Notions of friend and foe seemed irrelevant and from this heightened state of mind, only his own pleasure was worth reaching. Vivid visions of chaos and entropy flooded his mind, even the sight of Kalabas was deformed to the point of being unrecognizable. It was a mix of reality and superimposed images of blood and gore, crafted by the Heran’s brain. Discovering himself anew, he was certain that this was how he should be living his life and how much of a fool he was for not listening to himself any sooner. This death wish, his desire for destruction was now within his grasp.
Events that unfolded before him were pretty much the same, albeit a bit more abstract due to his altered perception of reality. After piercing through the ghost’s head, he did not see wisps or his eyes reforming. Instead, from those black hollow holes, he only saw several more eyes popping out, perhaps a dozen fighting for a place in each one of their orbits. The ectoplasm on his bloodied fingers spawned a dozen more of these eyes, arms protruding from them and elongating and pushing his head back as he tried to headbutt. He welcomed the hallucinations and didn’t try to chase them or rationalize them. The very being before him defied all reason, after all.
Even after the other barrage of insults, he still cackled. After all, this wasn’t some kind of acting on his part. He was thoroughly fascinated by the flashing colors, the beauty of carnage and desecration. It was like the finest tapestry unraveling before his eyes, bringing forth an almost childlike curiosity. His mouth opened once again.
“I don’t care anymore about you. I’ve found something…Ah yes, so much better. What you do…Ah! I only see a dead body! Hahaha. Your feelings, your desires…they don’t reach me anymore. You are something to crush and break. Just a hollow husk, like a dead tree. If only you could see it too.”
Even his eyes did not look at him as they would look at a person. Kalabas was an object, a thing. What point was there in adding purpose to his attack? Such unreasonable things he was asking of him. The ghost attacked, flashing punches and kicks he could see and anticipate, but he did not try to avoid and instead tried to catch them with his own hands. Most of them flew past him, hitting his body and face, but he did manage to catch his hand on one of the last attacks. He tried to bend it on the wrong side of his elbow as someone would do to a twig. Successful or not, he let go afterward.
Instinctively, he gathered his energy. The sole desire to destroy overtook him and containing himself was hard. He was acting mostly on impulse, like a beast. Suddenly, all of the energy seeping out of his body changed course to return. This caused the cracks all over his body to shine ever so brightly. Red fume escaped from his mouth as his energy increased further, rivaling that of the ghost. It was his turn to attack.
He started by a series of punches aimed at the weakest part of the body, namely the joints, neck, stomach. The intent was to break things, but after witnessing him regenerate his eyes, surely this would cause no real damage. Not that he considered it, however.
After the punches, he grabbed the ghost by the throat, tightening his grasp on him before tossing him high into the sky. High enough in the blood-soaked sky that the ground below seemed so distant. Then, the ki-charged beast of a Heran grabbed Kalabas by the scalp of his hair and one leg, placing the body on its back just over his shoulders, the Saiyan’s face facing towards the sky. Now at the top of their altitude, they began plummeting towards the ground, gaining speed at a maddening rate which caused bursts of laughter to escape Dosu’s throat. Like a missile crashing on the ground, the impact would be devastating. As he hit the ground, pulled down on the ghost’s body, attempting a good old-fashioned backbreaker from a kilometer-high fall and all the energy amassed unleashed itself in a huge explosion, Forming yet another pillar of raw, destructive energy to shoot towards the sky. During the explosion, the Heran held tight on the ghost, forcing his perhaps broken body to bear the brunt of the explosion.
The dust settled after a moment. Dosu stood in the middle of a kilometer wide crater, a few hundred meters deep. The attack wiped out almost any semblance of life living in the area. The most surprising thing was that all around them and even beyond the crater itself, the sand had completely melted due to the vast amount of energy released, making the ground a vast expanse of unpolished glass, reaching several kilometers around. He tossed the body away.
OOC: Dosu activated Vigor! +x2 to offensive multiplier (x19/x12) PL is now 2'185'000/1'380'000 Dosu tries to break Kalabas' arm and chains with a series of punches of his own (no KP) Then, [SIG - Force - Sheer Force] Spire of Carnage is used! 166% damage incoming towards Kalabas (3'627'000 damage) After this, he drops out of bulking. PL returns to (x16/x13) You better tank it, you coward! 1/7 KP
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2019 18:13:23 GMT -6 by Dosu: edits
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Kalabas had him overpowered, outsped, this was the triumph of a soldier over a warrior, civilization over savagery, saiyan elite over alien rabble! Still, he simmered down this excitement he felt bubbling up his chest, he had found his upper hand through self-control, and he would not lose it to this primal calling in the back of his head. It was as the heran said, he was a hollow husk - albeit disgruntlingly a very much bodiless one - he had nothing material to gain from this adrenaline, this anger. So, he doubled on his mastery of the self, with a very much intentional labyrinthian pattern of his punches and kicks, meant to disrupt the flow of ki, bring it to a halt or even crashing against itself... Not that the Duke had any illusions that it would work against such a powerful, exciting, and outright legendary opponent, but in his state of disquieting quiet hyperawareness, very little had to make sense at a glance. He was whittling him down, was he not? Bruised flesh, sluggish reflexes, he could still predict the course of some attacks, but his blocks left much to exposed, more soft flesh to be struck. "You may not care." he said, his spectral voice cutting through the clashing rush, even more holier-than-thou than usual with the backhanded permission. Why bother? There was no need for performances or gloating, at last he was quite interested in this fight. More for the challenge than the danger, really, what was the worst that could happen to him - double die?
Death had lost its awe, but pain still had quite an effect. Caught by the wrist, the saiyan felt as his arm was twisted well beyond the joint. He winced, lowering his body close to the ground, striking the side of the dune with enough strength to whip his limb back to its socket and atomize the sand into a superheated nothing. He hopped back to a new stance, a human adaptation of the first that brought the right elbow to the front and arched the leading left hand up - it had something to do with wolves? He would read on it later. If the heran, now shining, decided not to be too cheeky and actually riphalf his face again - the limits of the ghost body were a secret to the wraith, but he sincerely doubted it could rival the regenerative feats of a namekian. He also doubted his calm against the raging green goliath. He was coming at him. Very well. The heran struck weakpoints that would have done wonders to a living target, but he also struck hard enough that Kalabas could feel. The saiyan was faster, sturdier, but he felt that instead of protecting himself he was merely allowing his opponent to strike again and again on his arms. He needed them to attack, so letting them dissipate would not do, instead he let more and more strikes slip through, guiding with deflections, swats, and pulls into parts of his body that could better withstand the pain. And there was a lot of it. But he wasn't alone in this, was he? Not necessarily. He came up with a plan, which would require the blood ruby fibers woven into his headband.
In the space of less than a second Kalabas was held by his throat, taken to the skies, propped to the muscular shoulders of his opponent. "Quiet the laughter now, I can scarcely hear my own thoughts." was what he said, a little joke punctuated by a however-high backbreaker. Kalabas felt it before he realized the fall, but not in first hand. He wasn't thrown away to the side as much as he simply phased through the grasp, taking the chance to the take in the scenery. Why, it was revoltingly beautiful, the best ruination ever brought upon fighting grounds "You can say that again..." the zen saiyan sighed, then turning to face his opponent "You are powerful, perhaps even smart in that 'faux sauvage chic' way of yours..." from his chest emerged his most beloved orb yet, which rolled down his arm, hovering still in his hand "But you are no Chill." unable to contain himself, the noble allowed himself a grin.
"Final Imperial Epitaph." the whisper went unheard after the orb boomed and imploded. Tendrils were unleashed by the thousand, burrowing into the sand, piercing the clouds, destroying everything in their path to Dosu. The ground rumbled, cracked, opened great fissures from which sand, glass and ice all spilled down to the rushing magma below. The clouds parted, came down, a massive outpour of rain that flooded the desert. Even this display of power was restrained, destruction kept to a minimum, until all of it came homing upon the heran, each beam an intertwining torrent of energy. Their main target? Dosu's eyes.
Blood Ruby is used on FIE! FIE PL: 5,139,400 Spire of Carnage (PL: 3,627,000) clashes with Final Imperial Epitaph (PL: 5,139,400)! (Flavored as FIE taking the brunt of the backbreaker) SC is <80% of FIE, FIE is fired at Dosu with 1,512,400 PL! KP: 4/7
His enemy had slipped from his grasp, his ghostly physique allowing maneuvers beyond the realm of normalcy. In this state, the Heran couldn’t react accordingly, his senses unable to make sense of the monster standing in front of him. Sticking to what he knew, he considered him as he would any other living being. A mistake he might come to regret afterward, but given his own limitations, his reflexes were based on what he knew…and for damn sure he had never fought an undead to that extent.
In the middle of his crater, Dosu regained some composure after the initial attack, still feeling the shock in his legs after his rapid descent. The initial euphoria had faded away and he felt a bit more in control of himself. His thoughts were still dyed red and begged for excessive ultraviolence, but at least he was self-aware, something he wasn’t up to this point. As such, the cackling had progressively diminished, though he was still losing himself in the extasy from time to time. Due to the excessive amount of energy output from the two fighters, shifts in the atmosphere began to happen, with dark clouds covering the night sky, this new ceiling allowing the dark red energy from the Heran to act one of the only sources of light. Red bolts of lightning pierced the dark veil in the distance, heralding the rumbling of the thunderclap. The calm soothing scenery from before was now a distant memory. Being compared to Chill, his previous employer spontaneously brought a disgusted grimace to his face.
“Do not compare me to this coward, ghost. Chill was an idiot given too much power. His death at the hand of your brethren was a sad, pathetic, but predictable outcome. Even us Stargoons got tired of him. Hah!”
The orb slowly advanced towards him, the coldness it brought creating a front with the heat he generated. The rumble of the clouds intensified and the temperature quickly shifted to a terrible downpour. Red lightning shattering the sky as the rain fell, evaporating upon touching the ground due to the residual heat from his previous attack. The fog was slowly gathering, laying low in the atmosphere. He seemed unphased by it, barely noticing it and instead focusing on the sphere coming towards him.
“LET’S SEE ABOUT THAT!”
Propelled by his own self-destructive ideas, the Heran launched himself forward, to the attack. He felt the tendrils from the imploded sphere licking his body, flaying the flesh from his skin. Jumping right in the middle of it, and fought back with his own energy, forcing an explosion as the tendrils converged back to the center of the implosion, his own aura acting as a magnet. The attack dissipated, not a sound could be heard in the distance. Fog rendered vision mostly null towards the epicenter of the explosion. Eventually, two glowing yellow irises appeared, followed by the very recognizable red aura of the Heran. Still standing, still somewhat healthy. Was that his best move? He definitely felt it, but pride and arrogance wouldn’t allow him to say it. He was wounded, bleeding from several shallow cuts all over his body. While sick, his body was still sturdy even in this transformation. Unless Kalabas had supernatural eyesight, he wouldn’t notice the grin on the Heran’s face.
“I felt it a little.” he said. A half-lie. “I recognized my own strength in that attack, that may be why. You should thank me.”
Launching himself towards the ghost again, Dosu, slid across the slight sheet of ice above the melted sand. Lowering his body, he dug his hand into the glass crust on the ground, hurling several shards in the general direction of the ghost. Charging ki once again, he released a mouth beam towards him once again, pinpointing his location with sound and the shifts in the air since he couldn’t locate him from his energy.
Aside from the glow of his own ki, the light from the fissures flaring up and the lightning in the distance, everything was now pitch black around them. The heavy rain caused fog which made everything a bit harder to see. This fight was entering another phase, one where their raw power of life and death held dominion over nature itself.
OOC: Armor is activated! +x1 to defense modifier (x16/x14) Taking Final Empirial Epitaph head-on! (1'512'400) 1'512'400/1'610'000 = 93,9% damage taken No-KP mouth beam used. 1/7 KP (1/2) Sorry for the lack of action, I really wanted to get a response out tonight
Last Edit: Dec 1, 2019 20:15:05 GMT -6 by Dosu: edits
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