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Post by Chime on Dec 11, 2019 16:29:51 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 117,000
Though it was still early winter, the North was already frozen. A thick covering of snow was already blanketing the ground, and more was steadily falling from the clouds in flurries. Out in the middle of this tundra, far from any trees, mountains, or landmarks of any kind, lay Chime. Vocado had flown him far away from the (now destroyed) Saiyan base in the mountains, and dumped him there. How long he'd been laying there, Chime couldn't say, since he was still out cold (no pun intended.) The temperature did a little to soothe the burns covering his body, but he was still terribly wounded. Spots of purple dotted his form where ki-blasts had broken through flesh, and the tunic covering his top half was burnt away into shreds. Most notably, his left arm was missing, cut off just above the elbow, but thankfully it had stopped bleeding a while ago, due to the cold and Namekian constitution.
Snow steadily covered his form in a thin layer, but the green of his skin still stood out amongst the snow. An anguished expression was etched onto his face as he lay there, alone.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Mar 14, 2020 8:21:38 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
It was rare for Tysco to be overcome with an extreme emotion. Rarer still if it was an extremely negative one. Nigh unheard of if it was a volatile cocktail of various negative emotions. Even so, there was still a chance, however small that chance may be, for something to get Tysco close to truly snapping.
This was precisely one of those moments. Tysco was in the middle of setting up his new television when he got Chime’s distressed voice projected into his head. From there, everything went wrong. The short message transmitted to him was driven by something so raw and emotional that Tysco nearly doubled over in pain when Chime suddenly cut out— but he steeled his nerves, quickly putting the television down onto the floor as safely as he could. Taking a few deep breaths, Tysco realigned himself, thinking over what he had just been told.
Some Saiyans attacked and struck down Carro in cold blood... That alone infuriated the young man, his body sizzling with rage and almost burning his floor. Of the attackers, the only name that Tysco was given unsettled him greatly. Vocado. He knew of only one with that name and such an act didn’t add up to what he knew of the man, of the short meeting they had, this didn’t seem right at all. Did a tragedy similar to Banzo befall him? Was he brainwashed too? Perhaps, but the fact remained, Vocado seemingly committed an unspeakable act with assistance from another...
Tysco quickly wrenched his mind away from trying to decipher any of that mess. He could do it later, what mattered now was finding Chime— whos energy Tysco could thankfully still feel out there once he extended his senses. He knew the direction in which to go, so in the blink of an eye, Tysco dashed out the door and locked it behind him.
Having made his way outside without being seen, he began taking one of many secret paths through West City that he became aware of during his time as the Makaimorph to ensure he could reach the outside of the City stealthily. Once he was in the wilderness, Tysco flew as fast as he possibly could off into the northern regions.
His aura alight with such ferocity, Tysco even being barely a few meters away from snow made the snow melt from it’s magical heat. Scouring the rugged north for any signs of Chime, Tysco made a wide trail of melted snow, and lightly singed earth below where he momentarily stopped in mid air.
Soon enough, he found who he was looking for. He landed right next to Chime, and his aura died out... For but a single second, all emotion of any kind left Tysco, an intensely fearsome lack of anything at all radiated from him. After that, every feeling came back at an intensity of one hundred fold. Tysco’s form twitched and convulsed slightly as more typically demonic features became increasingly evident. He grew taller and hunched over, his hair grew out thrice it’s normal length and became incredibly frazzled. His face became noticeably gaunt and his nose became sharp and pointy like a spear tip. The presence of fangs became clear as his jawline changed, his mouth exhaling black smoke out each side. Staring at his now gangly clawed talon-like hands, Tysco let out something between a guttural roar and painful howl overlaid upon each other that echoed throughout this end of the northern region…
Gathering as much power as he could possibly muster, a large runic circle unfurled from beneath him, covering a decent radius of about 20 square meters. From this circle came the light of creation. As Tysco willed it to be, a small log cabin began to build itself within this radius, starting with the floor and then up the walls door and windows and finally with a modest roof over the top. For a few more moments the entire structure built around the two of them would glow, then with one last magical sizzle and pop, the glow faded. Tysco then conjured a simple soft mattress on the floor and a blanket in one hand. Gently lifting Chime up onto this makeshift bed, Tysco put the blanket over the Namekian. The last thing Tysco made was a simple yellowy orange glowing crystal sphere that he simply left on the ground which radiated some manner of warmth akin to a small campfire.
Moments later, the adrenaline left him. He dropped to the ground and sat down beginning to feel the fatigue of conjuring a decently sized cabin all in under half a minute instead of piece by piece over a longer time.
So there he sat, carefully watching over Chime, praying for him to wake soon...
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Post by Chime on Apr 14, 2020 16:22:26 GMT -6
In the comfort of Tysco's magic cabin, Chime slipped from unconsciousness into true sleep. It wasn't long before he began to dream.
Cold. Biting cold piercing straight through his flesh, into his bones, into his soul. Ice stained with blood. Power overwhelming, suffocating every sense. Golden light. Rage. A friend in the shape of a monster. Monsters in the shapes of men. Wires and metal strewn about like broken bones, and somehow a worse sight. Hands reaching for him, his own. Horrible laughter. Loss. Helplessness. Guilt.
Chime awoke with a startled shout and flung himself off the mattress. He waved his arms (well, arm) around in a defensive panic. Between his disjointed nightmares and the very real events of a few hours ago, his whole body was on high alert. He had no clue where he was, and a single glance around the small, bare room made its only significant feature evident: The lanky, wild-haired monster sitting beside the bed. Chime jolted with more fear and threw himself back against the wall, even clunking his head against it. His breathing game in gasps. What in the world...?
When the monster didn't advance on him to kill him, however, reason began to creep through past the pure animal fight-or-flight instinct. This wasn't an enemy. In fact, if Chime truly thought about it, his fear was only a surface level, instinctual response. Deep down, he felt safe. His frantic breaths slowed down, and his expression changed from wild panic into confusion and realization. He felt safe because he was safe. He knew who this person was, and he wasn't a monster at all. He was a friend. There was a lot Chime wanted to say to him, both answers and his own questions, but what came out of his mouth first was clumsy and inelegant.
"... Tysco? What happened to your face?"
Character's PL: 117,000 (Base)
KP: 3/3
Damage: Less than before but still a bit
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Sept 16, 2020 7:48:07 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
So, there Tysco sat. Eyes trained on Chime, waiting for any sign that the Namekian was still with him in spirit. As much as he trusted his sense for ki, he needed to have confirmation in what he was actually seeing. In an absentminded sort of way, Tysco was also essentially just staring off into space, lost in thought— a sort of fuzzy granular white noise level of thought, the blurry line between the conscious and unconscious self.
He and to admit, even though it was but a moment, the aftershock of the intense apathy still unnerved the young man. Of course, at least in knowing he was unnerved, he knew that it did not truly cloud his judgement or sense of self. In some cases Tysco would be understanding of such an emotional whiplash, but the longer that he thought about it, the weirder he felt, but the more enticed he was by the potential for monumental discovery...
An indescribable nothingness. Neither cold nor hot, neither up nor down, neither good nor evil. The antithesis to all that there was, where there could be no soul. Soon it was followed by an intense existence. The sum of all temperatures, the vastness of space in all directions and the entire spectrum of the moral compass. The very essence of being, where the soul was king.
That train of thought-- while it was interesting— there was no time to dwell on it, as Tysco noticed Chime stirring. Tysco reflexively backed up a little bit to allow the injured Namekian space just in case he needed it. It was expected that Chime would be dazed and confused, as well as react accordingly; if anything Tysco was ready to be attacked. Instead, Chime spoke up. However, it seemed as what he wanted to say and what he actually said were not matching up.
Tysco let out a somewhat smokey sigh as he looked at a nearby reflective surface. “Ah...” His voice was echoey, whispy and distorted. “That again...” He mumbled with an accompanying frown before turning his gaze back to Chime. “Felt nothing. Then felt... Everything.” Tysco explained, taking a long raspy breath. “Not important. Your recovery is important...”
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