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Post by Om-Yogu on Dec 9, 2019 1:32:47 GMT -6
Thread PL: 179,935
Yogu really needed to get back on his feet. Literally. He had spent the past couple of months sitting on a snow pile at the top of a mountain. Not exactly great for your health, even if you're already dead. Yogu couldn't help but notice a little bit of chub in the belly area. "How does that even happen? Is there such a thing as ghost fat? Wait, when was the last time I even ate?! Man, even after all this time I still don't get how this whole ghost thing works." Yogu was wandering across the Gizard Wasteland at the moment. It was certainly a welcome change from Mt. Frappe. All of that cold was close to killing him a third time!
"Alright... Let's see here..." Yogu unfurled the giant map he had picked up passing through North City. "I just gotta pass through the wastelands... Then get through Central City, after that is West City, and finally... Fukurou Forest! And then right there is Chime's lookout! If I travel there on foot it might take a couple of days or weeks or whatever, but by the time I reach there, I'll probably be back in shape! Then I can get back to helpin' Chime and Nashi and everyone else with the DBs!" Yogu looked ahead at the long stretch of endless wasteland road, and suddenly just returning to Mt. Frappe and giving up again didn't sound so bad. But no, he couldn't give up now! Not after seeing Yanwang and Garon! Just seeing some of his good pals again was enough determination to drag himself off his ass and get to work! "And who knows? With my luck, I'll probably end up gettin' into a buncha fights with people on my way there. I might even be stronger than I was before I gave up by the time I reach the lookout!" He did tend to come across powerful strangers that he usually ended up fighting. And he had a strange feeling this trek across the wasteland wasn't going to be any different.
OOC: And so Yogu's disappointing adventure to the lookout begins.
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Post by Heat on Dec 9, 2019 17:05:51 GMT -6
The rugged, rocky wastelands of the North were among Heat's favorite places to fly around and note all the interesting ways in which the landscape is different from the rest of the places that litter this little blue planet drifting through space. While most people would take all the tall, rough rock formation for granted, Heat liked to stare at them, ponder what made them different from all the other rocky formations, and what could've made them the shape and form they are. Yes, it was a very stimulating, very interesting exercise. But now, the Android and the tall stones weren't the only thing dotting the wasteland. Heat could see... 'something' off in the distance. He couldn't tell exactly, but it looked to be a person, at least from this distance.
The Android took flight, slowly and quietly approaching the figure from behind, noticing they had this sort of strange shimmer, and... transparency? What a strange breed of alien this one was, Heat hadn't met one anything like it yet. Heat crossed his arms and slowly descended next to the person as they walked, turning his head to face them. "Didn't your kind evolve brains to internalize your thoughts? With you yelling so loud, some people might hear things you'd rather they didn't." Heat gave a kind of playful smirk to the transparent being, having overheard something or other about a Chime, some sort of lookout, and a bunch of other people whose names he didn't recognize, or if he did, he didn't make any attempt at all at remembering who they might be. It didn't really interest him to keep track of all the people that sneak up on him and spook him away while he's training.
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Post by Sanbu on Dec 9, 2019 21:43:34 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
The path to true growth was one of indeterminable length and challenge. Much too steep for one to see the top and equally much too rough to properly grasp in one's hand. Callouses were built, aches and pains were being had if not physically but at least in the mental sense. Trials of every kind were to be experience but among all of them where would he face today's? The Gizard Wasteland often managed to be a worthy place for self reflection but was it really at a time like this? Sanbu felt it all too necessary to exercise such a liberty and think proper-like to himself, walking without end towards a goal that he knew not real or simply a dream constructed from his most delusion selves. Curiosity proved a capable ally in the Majin's company however it risked being misused. A fate in Sanbu's eyes that risked leading to a swift and certain demise. Death was a topic he came to study with great intention but never was it in his plans to face such an event at a time like this especially. Both body and mind could not separate when the nature of his being inside understood remarkable turmoil. Chaos within without hope of true balance, it simply did not sit with him well. Bearing a pain unlike many others known, the Majin walked along a road set out for his own sake, self initiated through and through. Its purpose? Well, that was still a question Sanbu was figuring out for the time being. The matter one he thought over to great lengths despite the various problems it presented. Rumination had its place but just how long could one hope to think away all their stresses away? It only served to exacerbating what issues there may be. <It is such a trifling thing being left with troubling thoughts I cannot hope to remedy by my own hand. Forever may they these desires be much too far for me reach, oh how my eyes play tricks. They deceive and they tease, they please and they ease but the one they cannot give me the one thing I need. Truth and nothing more.> Shifting his attention back to what was actually reality, Sanbu would turn his head around and hone in on a target near but still too far to see clearly. Upon further inspection it seemed that his sights were playing tricks on him. It was not but one person but two! Oddly enough however he could only manage to sense one. Brisk as the autumn wind, suddenly and without any hesitation would Sanbu fly towards his targets in question. Flight his method of transport as it carried him with superb velocity, the skill was one simpler than walking or breathing to him at this point. After reaching his destination quickly enough the Majin would begin to descend, feet landing against the jagged rock ground without any difficulty at all. Naturally, his arms came to cross as he assumed a stance that suggested some mild degree of composure. It did him well to relax at a time like this when tensions risked being so high. Though the detectable power-level was stemming from a Ghost evident by the individual's rather particular appearance it was still a strong one regardless. Ghosts who were of this caliber would not just go down without a fight. As if adding insult to injury, a stranger with an undetectable power-level only spelled for more suspicion. His sword would know to expose itself if and when necessary but for now, he would enjoy the activity of dialogue. Sanbu would wave to the two figures before formally bowing towards the two of them, smiling all the while. "Why hello, I could not help but hear some kind of dialogue take place." Payed special mention to Yogu as his eyes shifted to look at him. "You speak an interesting tale and I could not help but begin to get intrigued. Now, I suppose I ought to introduce myself. The name is Sanbu, of the Clan Kapsa."
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Post by Om-Yogu on Dec 10, 2019 18:28:51 GMT -6
Yogu continued floating along through the wastes at a fairly good place. " Ahh, I'll be at Central City in no time! This wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be! It almost feels like I need some sort of actual challenge!" As if right on cue someone just descended from the sky. " Ah, great... I already got a feelin' I know how this guy's gonna act just by lookin at 'em." The stranger began to talk at Yogu, telling him all about how he shouldn't think out loud. " Listen here, bud! Don't act all holier-than-thou... Or I guess smarter-than-thou with me! First of all, it's not like I knew your dumb ass was around here! And not to mention the lack of respect! Didn't even tell me your name... And don't go around saying your kind like we're not both one hundred percent human! ...Well, I guess that thing on your forehead isn't human... But my point still stands!" Yogu crosses his arms too and stares down the stranger. After giving him a stare down for a couple of seconds, Yogu went right back to his cheery attitude. " Alright! Well, it was nice to meet you Mr. No Name! I'll see ya later!" Yogu was about to go on with his walk, but then another person showed up! " Man, I should really use my sensing before I think aloud... Maybe this rude dude was onto somethin'..." Then again, Yogu did want to run into people that he could train with. It'd help him get back on his feet! And strong people tended to cross paths often. Almost as if it were fate. The strange-looking Majin was intrigued by Yogu's story! And unlike the other guy, he had the sensibility to tell Yogu his name. " Well, it's nice to meet ya, Sanbu!" Yogu glared at the guy with the weird forehead before turning back to Sanbu. " My name's Om-Yogu! But you can just call me Yogu." Yogu looked the Majin up and down. He didn't seem much like a Majin at all. When he thought of the average Majin, he thought of someone like that Mumbo guy from the Stargoons. " My 'tale', as you put it isn't anything too big. Just goin' on a trip to see a friend of mine. I haven't seen them in a couple of months cause I've been up on Mt. Frappe... Man, I really shouldn't have gone and retired like that... I probably couldn't even beat a baby in a fight! Hehe..." Yogu pauses for a moment and senses the two's energies. " Woah! This Majin guy is pretty tough! But this annoying guy... Huh, that's weird. I guess his energy is so small that I can't sense it. But then again, he can fly so... Maybe he's just suppressing his energy for some reason?" Either way, meeting at least one tough guy this early in his trip was good! " Listen, Sanbu, would you mind helpin' me out with somethin'? I'm a martial artist kinda and I haven't been in a fight in a while. I'm feelin' suuuuper rusty. You wanna help get me back on my feet?" Yogu looks over his shoulder at the stranger, " Hey annoying guy! You wanna fight me too? Or is our kind's barbaric act of fighting too much for you?" Yogu was going to need a lot of training before helping with the Dragon Ball hunt. And these two would be a great jumping-off point to start!
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Post by Heat on Dec 11, 2019 10:44:26 GMT -6
Heat calmly walked beside the ghostly man as he yelled and chewed him out, just for advising him to be a little more careful with what information he shares with the great outdoors... well, maybe he could have been a little less rude about it, he probably shouldn't be so abrasive with random strangers he bumps into, no matter how silly he thinks they might be. Though, as he thinks all this, Heat tries to ignore all the insults and criticisms he's shot with, almost feeling them bouncing off his plating as he simply returns the glare that Yugo threw his way once he was done, shoving his hands into his pockets, watching as Yugo turned around and walked off, the Android scratching the back of his head. "...I was just saying. Damn you're loud- Agh-!" Heat suddenly took a step back in surprise, only now noticing the strange-looking man approaching them, though he quickly went back to his casual stance, noticing the smile and general air of friendliness the red-skinned person gave off, despite the strange appearance.
Heat had leaned against a rocky pillar as the two strange men interacted, the Android unsure why exactly he hadn't just taken flight already and left the two to their own devices, though he perked up once he felt Yugo turn his attention to him, giving a small, uninterested wave to... Sanbu, was it? Heat wasn't exactly good with names. Heat rolled his eyes at Yugo's jab at his earlier statement, and his invitation to fight, though his annoyance soon turned into a small grin. "Sure, I'll stoop down to your barbaric level for a while."
Heat stood his ground, adopting a strangely casual stance, though the calmness of his body language was betrayed by the intense look in his eyes, the cross-hairs inside of his eyesockets changing to a menacing red, and the light on his forehead blinking faintly. "Hah!" The Android yelled out, his feet digging into the ground as jets of steam shot out of the small segments in his skin, and though no ki could be felt emanating from Heat, the pressure he released was undeniable, definitely not that of any normal person. "Is it an earthling custom to just ask strangers you bump into to fight? What a bother." He sighed, calmly looking over the two men standing before him, feeling a pang of anxiety making its way through his system and his electronics, the same feeling he gets everytime he has to - or chooses to - fight new people with uncertain powers.
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Post by Sanbu on Dec 12, 2019 0:16:35 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
Surprise, eyes bright and wide were those that were on Sanbu's countenance. Of all the things that could have happened the Main was surprised nonetheless that things led to this point. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to entertain personal interaction and while he had known a glimpse of it before, that instance paled in comparison. Words were spoken but not meant, it made for a rather flat and forgettable discourage. Fleeting was the memory of his previous but exchange still recent at least in the chronological sense. He knew not if it even reached proper conclusion due to the hasty nature in which it had happened. The Majin would set aside such thoughts for the time being, hoping not to trigger another fit of self-reflection at a time like this. It did him better to put those things somewhere more inaccessible to him especially when he wanted to rid himself of such worrisome feelings. His focus returned, resurfacing to the forefront after having been pushed away for a short while now. Sanbu's gaze grew lively, showing real spirit for a change as his usually aloof demeanor made that element of passion heard to be detected. He looked at the Yogu, nodding his head ever so slightly as he came to make sense of what was said to him. "Well met then Yogu, you seem like an interesting person this much seems evident. I take it this dialogue'll be equally worthy of such praise, when individuals get this strong I suspect one has at least a few things to say, no?" The Majin waved back to Heat, offering a slight expression of contentedness despite how uninterested his target of conversation appeared to be. Every exchange was but a puzzle of its own, he had to hope that the pieces present could all fit together. A shame was it to see things not meld, that simply did not linger with Sanbu properly. The android's unique appearance was one met with worthy attention, just who or what was this person about? To make any predictions just at the moment proved to be a difficult task. Assumptions were hard to be made just yet, this was a well that risked running dry if not struck soon enough. "Friends are always swell, treasured things those are. Aside from that however you speak of Mt. Frappe and that's what aroused my intrigue mainly. My clan, we come from there have you met any Majin while on the Mount?" For now the Majin disregarded his commentary, staring at the ghost with a determined expression as he smiled. Eager to make good on the request asked of he, Sanbu was nowhere near the teen's league but still he felt certain that an enjoyable fight could be had regardless. It had been some time since he honed his craft and so here he would seek out such an opportunity. Sanbu's stance started to relax, assuming a more loose and collected disposition. Cheery yet steady with the amount of playfulness he had. Even under a casual context Sanbu considered it favorable for him to be serious, he had to learn how to fight and not only for the sake of pleasure but for circumstances that called for real strength both in mind and body. "Barbaric? I think it a custom worth adopting everywhere, combat can be needless occasionally but what better way is there to state who you are then through these means? I have learned more from my comrades in our shortest moments of melee than the long hours of dialogue we shared with one another." The Majin grinned at the teen once more, his voice managed a controlled and direct tone to it as he'd start to speak again. "-Anyways.. If you will it, so shall it be. Combat ought be entertained more often."
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Post by Om-Yogu on Dec 16, 2019 20:12:40 GMT -6
Sanbu seemed to get the wrong idea of Yogu. Not even Yogu himself would think that he'd have a wealth of knowledge to impart upon someone. But Sanbu seemed to think he might have something of use to say. " Haha... Yeah... I know all sorts of uh, knowledge and stuff..." That wasn't entirely wrong, he had read plenty of stuff in Kanrin's Library his first time in hell. Yogu had a feeling that the complete history of Konatsians and how the World Trade Fleet functioned wouldn't be of much help to him. " Now that I think about it... I don't know much of anything about Martial Arts, do I? Kanrin taught me the basics but that's about it..." Well, his Martial Arts training could be handled at another time. He was in the middle of a conversation! Sanbu then moved on to talk about Mt. Frappe. It turned out he had some family that lived upon the Mountain! " A clan of Majin, huh? Well, I feel like I would definitely remember something like that... No, sorry. I just kinda... Sat at the peak of the mountain for a few months. Staring out into the void... Hoping for something to stare back..." For a few seconds, Yogu's expression went completely deadpan. But he snapped back to reality after a few moments. Heat seemed to be up for a fight, and so did Sanbu. Yogu couldn't tell if Sanbu knew he was joking about the barbaric thing. Either way, he did offer up a pretty good counter-argument to that whole thing. " I guess now that I think about it, I've learned a lot more about people like Garon in our fights than when we talk. A lot of our conversations involve him angrily swearing at me. I wonder what that whole thing is about..." The thought that Garon hated him crossed Yogu's mind, but there was no way that was true! " You are very uh... What's the word? Poetic? Yeah. You're very poetic Sanbu. You ever think about writing a poetry book or somethin'? You'd make a killing!" Yogu takes a deep breath and concentrates for a moment, it had been a while since he transformed after all. " Alright... And a one... Two... Three... HAH!" A ghastly white aura shoots out around Yogu, and the wispy swirl that made up his bottom half suddenly becomes a pair of legs. " Aw man, that feels WAYYYY better than floating around. You'd be surprised by how quickly you get sick of it!" Aside from the addition of a bottom half, Yogu's body language and stance remain the same. " Hmm... Alright, where to begin... Let's start with... YEAH!" Yogu lashes out at Sanbu with a kick aimed at the side of his head. The goal: to send him flying into the rocky formations of the Wastes a couple hundred feet off the side of the road. Whether or not he's successful, Yogu cranes his head over in Heat's direction. " I can't really gauge how strong you are... So, I'm just gonna give ya a smack on the cheek, kay?" Yogu jumps back, towards Heat (and away from Sanbu if he didn't get sent flying) and whips his body around. As quickly as his powered up ghost arm can go, he sends a smack right at the robot's cheek. " HEY WHAT'S YOUR NAME BY THE WAY?! YOU STILL HAVEN'T SAID IT!"
Yogu intends to make it a 2v1!
Yogu transforms into (x3P) Ghostly Power! His PL is now 539,805.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Heat on Dec 16, 2019 23:17:17 GMT -6
Heat had his hands in his pockets as he noticed the ghostly man would rather stall a little more. Chatty as he was, Heat felt like he could probably walk right up to him and sucker punch him, but that wouldn't be very fun OR sporting. He patiently watched, with growing interest as he noticed Yogu growing legs, noting what a strange alien this guy was... not that Heat hadn't bumped into stranger, he just wasn't sure what kind this one was. Heat's eyes soon widened and his crosshairs became a dangerous red as Yogu launched an impressive attack, despite that easygoing demeanor of his. Heat couldn't tell how strong he was, but the pressure of his kick against the Majin was undeniable, the force causing Heat's hair to wave in the wind slightly as the Android took his hands out of his pockets, realizing this spar won't just be child's play.
He probably didn't prepare himself nearly as much as he should have, though, barely noticing Yogu's movements towards him as he was too distracted trying to tell if Sanbu was fine to realize Yogu jumping his direction and whipping his hand across Heat's face, which would have probably killed somebody less... exceptional. Still, the Android himself wasn't all that much in the first place, the strike landing squarely on his cheek as it easily sent him flying across the wasteland, his mechanical body sliding and spinning out on the rocky soil that made up the ground beneath the three, Heat barely being able to register what the HFIL was going on, his sensors totally scrambled from that strike he received with his guard completely open, his spins and tumbles only being stopped once he crashes into one of the many rocky pillars dotting the wasteland, causing it to crumble and crash on top of him as he lays completely still for a few moments, almost looking like the stones that fell on top of him finished him off if Yogu's attack hadn't previously done so.
However, the distinct crackle of ki and a blast of steam emanated from the cracks and openings in the rocky rubble that covered Heat completely, soon blasting away and disintegrating the crumbling boulders that covered him, the Android groggily getting up as the segments in his skin glowed with bright light emanating from within him, and his body emitted constant warm steam, almost like something changed withing him...
Heat quickly dusting his clothes of the dirt and grime and that got on it after that attack sent him flying, adopting a fighting pose towards Yogu. "IT'S HEAT!" He yelled out loud, almost from the other side of the Gizard Wasteland, ready to jump back into the battle now that he had gone Overdrive, however, as soon as he went to charge towards the pale, ghostly man that slapped him away so easily, he noticed his right arm bending completely backwards, with wiring and mechanical components exposed from a wound on his arm. Heat couldn't hold back his scream of pain, despite how trivial the wound was for an Android. He cursed his creators under his breath for making his pain receptors so acute, and quickly dug his fingers into his wounded, broken arm, easily tearing it off from the joint on his shoulder, tossing it aside as it landed on the ground, kicking up some dust. It didn't seem to bother Heat one bit, as he hunched over, like he was focusing his energy, grunting and struggling, before two more pairs of arms sprouted from his back, completely tearing up the back of his trenchcoat, as well as a completely new right arm, the Android flexing and moving his hands around, getting a feel for them, groaning as he noticed the four big holes on his back. "[Kkrzzt], I did it again..." He lamented through his swear filter, letting out a weak sigh before getting his focus back on what mattered, Yogu.
The Android kicked up dust and pebbles behind him as he broke to a sudden floating dash, flying full speeds towards his assailant as he winded up all six of his arms, spinning in the air as he approached his opponent, only to attempt to land a kick on him, followed by a barrage and rush of punches and jabs towards the ghost, all six of his metallic limbs rushing down on Yogu as Heat yelled out, releasing even more steam from his body as his internal temperature only rose further and further.
Heat has gone Overdrive! His PL is now 67,500
KP: 7/7
% Damage Taken: 0%
PL: 67,500
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Post by Sanbu on Dec 22, 2019 4:00:35 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 200'000/500'000
Perhaps through mere accident or some stroke or twisted luck Sanbu would find himself in the middle of a most unforeseen development. No day was quite like the other despite how boring some might have seemed at times. While this day was far from being over it was too obvious to the Majin that things as they were appeared to not be that typical. Foresight was an ability he lacked yet the strangest of feelings rose over his person as he came to contemplate the nature of this chance meeting. Who were these people? What were they about in both a personal and more general sense? Those questions would not be available to Sanbu and yet he could not help but still remain so firmly rooted in thought. <My, have I left my reckless self roam too far? We stand in a location which knows no true certainty. What comes of things from here, perhaps it's best let imagined and not predicted. Have things truly gotten this lively so quickly?> The Majin lay taken aback by the words of the ghost, unsure what to make of them given how confident he was when he made his claims. To the best of his abilities Sanbu would try and not make a fuss about the matter and simply proceed with the situation at hand gracefully. He was armed not with both his armor and blade but regardless his truest weapon was available to him at the moment. The mind, capable of an innumerable amount of tasks if motivated enough. His thoughts often wandered but in this instance they would all align for the sake of the completion of this particular event. Fighting was a sport and he hoped to play it well. At last, here had come his opportunity to show his proficiency in the realm of combat. Sanbu studied either target carefully, watching as they naturally assumed a more physically able form with remarkable speed. There was something worth admiring there and he hoped to follow soon thereafter. Though he could only sense the power-level of the ghost, he had an inkling that the android equally was giving it their all in this exchange.
Slight would be the smile offered to Yogu as he came to process the the compliment sent his way. Nodding at the the ghost with a look of mild pleasure and agreement. "A shame you hadn't met my kind on Mt. Frappe but I suppose that really is no matter. I think one ought always try and be clear with their feelings. Books may fade but the effect dialogue has on people may reign forever. Ideas live and prosper through meaningful exchange, such is what I believe. So, you appear to have taken a capable regard of my poetic self. I think it worthy to show you just how far that nature of my person extends to my ability with art of combat. Perhaps I should write but for now I'll make my poetry clear with my blows. I strike not without passion." The Majin started to shift and morph his body into a physicality more worthy of combat. Immediately Sanbu assumed a fierce combative display. His hands naturally felt into a more violent position as he prepared himself for the assault that inevitably would come his way. Though no physical changes were present on his body, Sanbu's power-level would shoot up to a noteworthy degree. Both ready and willing to engage in a more violent sense.
Before further time for consideration was had, a sudden attack came straight at Sanbu with ever increasing velocity. Though the threat of real injury was present, the Majin made no aims to make a fuss about the matter. A clear mind was but the only means of fairly dealing with more stressful circumstances. This would be no different however, his head needed to be composed and so at last came the attack he needed to respond to carefully. Sanbu took the kick dead on without much difficulty. Guarding it dead on with both of his arms as his body turned gelatinous as the blow dissipated into the terrible ripples that formed on his body. He was shaken but not quite discouraged to resign just yet. Sanbu made haste, flying after Yogu with unyielding barbarity. The Majin was in sheer awe as he saw the android display his very own abilities, he hoped to equally show comparable force through his own physical application. Sending a fist towards Yogu with full force. There was nothing flashy nor strange to the strike, this was combat at its most elemental stage.
TAGS: Om-Yogu
Additional Note:
Shugā Majin (x2/x5P) activated. Effective PL: 200'000/500'000
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jan 1, 2020 15:48:33 GMT -6
Well, Yogu hadn't sent Sanbu flying. That was the problem with fighting Majins. They were just too damn resilient! You had to smack them with the might of the Kais to move them an inch! But he sure did send that stranger halfway through the wastes! Yogu turns back to Sanbu, but his vision is obscured by a fist coming right at his face! " WOAH!" Yogu pulls his head back and brings his arms up in a cross block. With the Majin's arm between his, Yogu pushes it out of the way and throws a kick right at his poetic opponent's gut. Yogu jumps back to get more distance and throws a trio of ki blasts in the Majin's direction. The yelling of the stranger, whose name was actually Heat, got the attention of Yogu. " WELL, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU HEAT!" Yogu yelled across the wastes, waving his hand in greeting. Then the far-away dot that Heat had become kept getting bigger and bigger. Far off in the haze of the wasteland, he noticed that Heat had a few extra appendages. " Well, those weren't there before... Wait a minute, he's not a human! His arms are made of metal! He's an android! ...Or at the very least he's a cyborg- OW!" Yogu caught Heat's kick with his face, taking a stumble back. How could he have gotten caught off guard like that?! To make it worse, now all six of Heat's fists were slamming into him! " OWOWOWOWOW!" Yogu is sent backward, and almost loses balance! But just before he falls over, he reaches out and tries to grab onto one of Heat's arms and pull himself forward! At the same moment he regains balance, he raises an elbow and tries to slam it into his robotic opponent's face! Yogu backs up, trying to take a breath before jumping back into the battle. " Well... I can see why they call ya Heat... You were givin' off like a ton of heat! I thought I was gonna burn my hand or somethin'! Thanks again for fighting me guys, I'm feelin' more loosened up already!" Well, Yogu had already gone through basic limbering up and sparring with these guys, perhaps it was time to move onto more advanced stuff. " When was the last time I used ki? Well, I know that ki's life energy or whatever so it's always being used, but a ki attack! I should test it out and see if I can actually land a hit on one of these guys!" Yogu turns his attention back on Sanbu, and a smirk grows across his face. " Alright buddy, let's see how ya handle this one!" Yogu's aura sparks up all around him, before shrinking down until the aura burns around just his right leg. "You're gonna wanna try to dodge this one, it's gonna sting!" Yogu jumps into the air and sticks his ki-infused leg out, trying to drop it down onto Sanbu's shoulder. "KI FOCUS!"
" Man that feels good! I'm finally back in action!"
Yogu tries to kick Sanbu with [A1] Ki Focus! The damage the attack does is 178,136!
KP: 3/3 -> 2/3
PL Damage Total: 0% |
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Post by Heat on Jan 1, 2020 22:48:14 GMT -6
Heat's confidence grew with each and every blow he managed to land on the strange-looking opponent that had challenged both he and the Majin before them, first his kick, followed by his intense barrage of punches and strikes. His rising temperature almost coinciding with his excitement, a huge grin on his face as it looked like, despite that unexpectedly thundrous strike that Yogu had dealt on him, the ghostly youth wasn't very skilled at defending himself at all! Perhaps that's why he was a ghost in the first place? Well, Heat could contemplate about this guy's nature after he was done pummeling him as the Android noticing him seemingly losing his footing from his unrelenting barrage of attacks, all three of Heat's right arms reeling back for a climactic strike to Yogu's face, only for him to have grown careless with his seemingly imminent victory, having stuck one of his left arms way too close to the ghost, giving him an opening to grab onto Heat's wrist and pull himself back straight to his fist, and just before the Android could react to that, he felt something incredibly powerful slam itself under his chin, feeling like he was hit by a speeding freight train as his sensors and functions shut off involuntarily for a moment...
Once Heat came to once more, he quickly realized he couldn't tell which way was up or which way was down, where the sky and the ground were. However, it didn't take long for his mind and his body to align and for him to put the pieces together. Whatever Yogu did to him seriously messed him up, enough to discombobulate his thoughts momentarily and to knock him out, as well as send him flying into the air. Maybe the ghost really couldn't take a beating, but one thing was for sure: he hit like a damn truck. Heat, now airborne and quickly losing upward momentum, twist his own body as he began descending at alarming velocities, taking a nosedive toward Yogu and Sanbu as he left behind him a trail of steam and white smoke, almost like a speeding jet. Locking onto his target was a difficult ordeal with how much Yogu twist and turned himself around, letting out his own destructive attack at the Majin, however, that was the perfect distraction that Heat needed for his attack to land as squarely as possible!
Heat's body began to crackle with white, electric ki, all of the excess energy of his body coalescing to a single point - the mark glowing on his forehead. As soon as Heat gathered enough of his artificial ki and he was close enough to crashing into the rocky, sandy ground of the deserted plains, he let out a destructive beam of white energy, all aimed at the ghost that so easily was flinging him around like some sort of toy. However, what Heat didn't account for was how the recoil of letting out his destructive Eureka Beam mid-air and without stabilizing himself, the power behind it was enough to clash with his descent, causing him to spin out backward as his arms and legs smashed against the ground, his metallic body being flung around like he was made of styrofoam. The Android quickly managed to catch himself before much damage was done, however, steadying himself in the air by manipulating his ki, slowly descending to the ground as a pair of his metallic arms began beating and dusting off his coat and his pants. "[BZZTTHH], couldn't they have made me out of something denser?!"
Apparently not. Though, the robotic man was so overcome with frustration that only now did he remember his objective: to damage Yogu the ghost, and only now did his eyes trail towards Sanbu and him, looking to see if his attack had any effect at all.
Heat has used his [A1] - Eureka Beam - targetting Yogu for 33% damage! (22,475)
KP: 6/7 (-1)
% Damage Taken: 0%
PL: 67,500
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Post by Sanbu on Jan 7, 2020 21:43:49 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 200'000/500'000
Young as the fray was, matters were getting fairly complicated in a remarkably rapid fashion. Sanbu had not exactly come into the fight with a specific course of events plotted out in his mind but regardless of which he had imagined this was not among them. Chaotic, complex in every right, here lain a dance among combatants. Deeply immersed in the art of physical conflict in the noble sense. No person present was here out of force or manipulation but pure desire. At least on the part of Sanbu, he knew a great passion for this method of battle. As simple as it might have been there was still something here that he admired so tenderly. Though there existed many truths in life in his fists the Majin could trust himself to best display the nature of his real being. Deep, lost within a strange gathering of his mental elaborations was where Sanbu currently was. Physically, he maintained his combative effort but most if not all of his focus really did take place in his head. The strikes did not let up but the real fight was in his mind. <Powerful, graceful and complicated all the same. Yes, this may be a melee but beyond that there lingers something even greater than it. Here, as our fists strike each other with remarkable ferocity we pour into each other our most authentic selves. This pain is one I have to come to know through the labor of another, a lasting wound that sticks with me if only for but a moment. Need I forget how profound this feeling is?> A smirk formed on the Majin's face as he started up again on his own assault, readying a measure capable of both defending and attacking his given foe. His original attack was a futile effort but in this instance he hoped to change things if only minimally. With a careful change of his footing Sanbu readied himself for the attack that came his way, parrying the kick with his right hand only to riposte it with his left. His left hand expanded to a remarkable size as it ran straight for the ghost to the best of its ability. The Majin slightly smirked as he eyed both Yogu and Heat in constant succession. "Dodge? Yes you are right, it probably would have stung. Though a person of my persuasion often keeps a defensive thought heart throughout most physical endeavors, I hope we can keep things interesting throughout." The android had brought about their own means of attack and he wished to see actual results ring true on both of their parts. Heat functioned as a notable point of intrigue and he made sure not to ignore the man. The Majin remained ever vigilant, keeping steady despite how mixed he was feeling at the moment. <My, I need to refine my measures better. If I am to influence the outcome of this fight I have to use any and every skill at my disposal. A fight of this caliber? Nay, Yogu's likely achieved a plane greater than the one we're on currently. Still, his fighting prowess is telling even at this level. I ought take this opportunity to learn.>
TAGS: Om-Yogu
Additional Note:
Using first instance of [ASSIST SIG] Super Instinct to dodge [A1] Ki Focus!
Using [A1] Mystic Attack for 66'000 to Yogu
KP: 3/3 -> 2/3
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