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Post by Cress on Dec 24, 2019 12:32:51 GMT -6
Cress was nearing the end of his quick training session. He was ready to begin his day, now bored of the imaginary opponent that he was fighting. It was about time he fought someone real. Sending out one final kick he tore his imaginary opponent in half. Now that his training was over to his possessions, grabbing his dragon ball radar and scouter off of the table by the exit. After that he stepped out of the room, placing the scouter over his right ear while the radar would remain in hand as he prepared to press it, wondering if it would finally work again. This will be fun. He would finally have the chance to test out his Mastered Super Saiyan form. Cress grinned and activated his scouter, only for it to rapidly beep and alert him to an incoming power signature. It probably wasn't anyone he knew. They were strong but still weak compared to him. He would await their arrival before heading out to find the next dragon ball.
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Dec 24, 2019 19:22:21 GMT -6
PL: 11,250(No transformation active) He's a saiyan- a race of warriors, he's a menace! a plague to the planet! I'd do it myself, but I'm not nearly powerful enough...The cries of Ghetti's latest employer rung through her head as she finally scaled the earth for the location of her query. Of course it had been a long time since she left the confines of the colony that trained her to be the assassin she was today- and she had no inclination to continue that as a profession, but she couldn't shake that it felt right- one thing about herself she couldn't change, even trained to hide her ki to those with the power to sense it yet still she found herself in an odd situation.
She had finally tracked down the troublesome Saiyan which she'd been hired to deal with, but something was off it wasn't like her usual query...did he actually see her coming? It was then she noticed the device he'd been wearing, a scouter. A very troublesome device for someone in the business of silently approaching others, guess that just meant it would be a straight fight.
Ghetti picked her feet up from off the ground as she'd been running previously, now airborne and flying straight for the query. That was some power level...or was it? She was aware of those that could use a tactic to make their power level seem much bigger than it actually was, she couldn't be sure this wasn't the same case. As of her arrival she would fly directly into Cress aiming to test his immediate sense of urgency and aim to send a strike to the side of his face. Unlike on her down time- she had a firm expression, unmoving, not to give an impression- but just instinct telling her to separate work from pleasures. "I've been hired to take you out." She would say as her fist would surely study whatever she managed to hit- if at all. |
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Post by Cress on Dec 26, 2019 22:28:25 GMT -6
Cress gaze remained concentrated at the center of where the circle on his scouter was aiming, which was quickly shifting as this person drew closer and closer to him. This person turned out to be a blue lady with white hair and a dark blue jumpsuit. She wasn't very friendly either, sending a fist flying toward the side of his face without saying a word. While his reaction time was far greater than hers, he didn't make any attempt to block or dodge. He simply let the attack land. The punch didn't even make him budge, and to Ghetti it may seem like she'd hit a brick wall.
Cress felt generous today, so he wouldn't try and kill her on the spot. The same couldn't be said for whoever he'd come across that had the dragon ball he'd land on that wasn't Vocado. "Whoever hired you sent you on a suicide mission. What makes them think you'd be any different from all the others?" Cress grinned and reached out to grab the alien by the face. "Do you even know who you're dealing with?" These attacks were starting to get annoying though, he'd need to work on hiding his strength or deal with it until he got off this damn planet. Him and his team just needed to make their wishes first.
If he managed to grab Ghetti by the face he'd toss her and send her flying back into a tree.
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Dec 30, 2019 22:37:23 GMT -6
Something happened that she wasn't all expecting- when she got close enough she was in fact able to hit the man on the face. This was particularly strange- it wasn't as if she was flying so fast that someone of even less than decent power could actually dodge or catch- in fact...she was certain by the look on his face, he let her get the hit. Her face would stiffen with disappointment. It wasn't as if she could write home about that attack- but even so it was still embarrassing to the saiyan take it without even budging. After a few words from the saiyan he'd reach and take hold of her face before tossing her aside making her crash through a tree.
She would lay on the ground far longer than she initially would of allowed herself to. When she finally came to, her face had red imprints of where the man grabbed her- that feeling...it was pain. "I haven't felt pain...true pain in a very long time..." She said out loud but was really talking to herself when she said it. She flew up into the sky before returning to Cress, landing a few feet in front of him. "My name is Ghetti, I am a hitman, an assassin sent unanimously by civilians of earth to take you out, saiyan...but.." she went to lay her hand where he pressed his fingers- it still stung.
"You're very...no- it's more like I'm just outclassed here entirely- but I've been trained from birth to be a hitman, even if it takes more than I can give right now- I cannot just abandon a mission, I either fail or succeed." She cringes at the sting of pain on her face before her aura builds around her- there was more than just the reason of freedom she left the space colony that raised her, if she had stayed with them...she really would have been nothing less than a jobber, smashing her head into a brick wall until it eventually killed her, but she was far too self aware for that...even so, she had yet to actually try against this man, she couldn't take that hit sitting down.
"If I fail to defeat you here- so be it, it'll be my first failure and I'll deny the payment...but understand I've yet to even try brushing past you, please allow me...to TRY!" the aura around her would disperse- this transformation which she had not had to rely on in a very long time, and even so- deep down inside she felt it wouldn't actually be enough, she spoke it's name- to relay to her onlooking opponent.
"Adrenaline Punch"She put simply.
"As a hitman, there is no job I will not take, there is no buyer that is too evil or too good hearted- it's up to me to complete the mission or not, now I am in the stance..."
She closed in on Cress, as fast as she could and laid out her open palm- pressing it to his chest, allowing the ki from her palm to rail through him.
Transformation: Adrenaline Punch x2
[A1] Five Mile Press to cress for 7,425 damage.
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Post by Cress on Jan 7, 2020 17:55:43 GMT -6
Cress slowly walked towards where the assassin was, who lay there motionless. Cress would have thought he killed her had it not been for his scouter and other cues. He waited for her to rise, and rise she did with a face bearing marks the opposite color of what it'd naturally be. She managed to get to him before he got to her, giving her name and who she was sent by when she landed just a few feet away from him. He stopped his approach and responded, "Even their president and his machine could not take me out, which ended in his death. Once word gets out maybe they'll realize trying to kill me will only lead to more deaths."
Cress extended a hand. He would not kill her here, he needed her to send them a message. These guys were getting annoying, it was like he was constantly eating with flies swarming his food. It was like there was someone new after him every day. "Try your hardest. Even when you power up, it is nothing compared to the power of a super saiyan." Cress prepared to power up into the legendary form before realizing that he would almost certainly kill her if he did.
Cress watched Ghetti close in on him. While it may have been fast, he was way faster. With one quick movement, he brought his hand out to block the punch, although still taking a bit of damage. This left a nick on his hand. "Maybe you should change that. This will get you nowhere." Cress used his free hand to deliver a swift blow to her gut, and if successful it would surely cause her to reel over from the pain. "I will let you live, but only if you fulfill two of my demands."
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Jan 8, 2020 0:04:07 GMT -6
Upon her attempt to strike the saiyan again- her open palm was blocked by his own open palm. "W-what? don't tell me there was no effect!!!?" Dumbfounded she spoke out loud in disbelief at the saiyans strength. This had been unlike anything she had ever encountered before, an unreal challenge...but it was too real to fake at all, her strike was in fact stopped. "Super sai-AGH!" Before she could repeat his words, she found herself with a strike straight to her gut- this was nothing special...just a strike and she didn't even see it coming- her own purple saliva spit from her mouth- being folded by the punch from Cress. "U-gh..." She couldn't even speak- when the saiyan would retreat his hand, it took a short while for the pain to catch up with the rest of her body and she cringed as she let her hands feel her stomach- unimaginable struggle.
She fell to the ground and twitched as she tried to put the pain aside, all the while her life was in the hands of the so called super saiyan, what was that? She shut one of her eyes and tried to catch her breath, the wind was pushed out of her entire system- she really couldn't do much other than listen to what Cress' demands were. She wanted to ask if he was hiring her for a job, but that would either fall on deaf ears or she wouldn't be able to ask to begin with. So there she was with her fine meager whines as she held onto her stomach trying to cope with the strange pain she felt for the first time in forever. She was left with nothing but to whatever Cress wanted her to deliver, but to who? or at least what she had to assume- but he worded them as requests, what did he want exactly?"
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Post by Cress on Jan 14, 2020 22:56:29 GMT -6
It looked like Ghetti was left at a loss of words after he'd stopped her attack so easily. Cress chuckled softly as he looked down at her while maintaining his chins elevation. After a brief moment of what he assumed was struggle while on her feet she finally fell to the ground, presumably giving into the pain brought on my a punch. To think his power was beneath hers just years ago. It was somewhat embarrassing just thinking back on it. Well, there was no changing the past.
He crouched down so what he said next wouldn't fall on deaf ears. "Tell the people of Earth that their president is dead. Killed by yours truly, all the proof they need is on my device. I hope to incite fear among this planets populace with this information." Cress looked up at the blue skies where the clouds quickly passed overhead. "A saiyan... killing the President of Earth. Surely this will go down in the history books.", he says with a subtle but sinister smile.
He looked back down at her.
"Next, tell them to submit. I will start a following for all those that seek power and wish to fight." With his final demand said, he remained silent until she could get a hold of her self. He didn't hit her very hard, but he was still leagues ahead of her. He wondered how long it would take her to recover from it.
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Jan 19, 2020 1:15:19 GMT -6
Ghetti had finally been able to regain enough strength to stand- against all odds, she was still a hardened assassin- but obviously that didn't even hold a match to a warrior like a saiyan, whatever power he wanted to test on the alien- it didn't look like he'd really get the chance, at the very least- he discovered the difference in strength between himself and even decently powerful warriors that he had far surpassed.
Ghetti kept her eyes on the ground listening to his demands- one way or another she would probably do as he was told- if it meant she could live- but she had to wonder if he would grant her one piece of information he seemed to neglect. "Y-...your...hah...hah...name...?" She would say holding her gut- one eye squinted in anguish.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand before wanting to rest off the pain, right now she only did so as to not look so pathetic in front of her query, it was embarrassing enough that she could barely lay a finger on the man she was sent to kill...he must of thought the woman an idiot...but there was no helping it now, all she needed to focus on was leaving alive- if the saiyan relayed his name she would nod before taking off- should he neglect, well- it was still for the best that she get out of that area; to try the saiyans patience might end her life. |
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Post by Cress on Jan 23, 2020 19:50:11 GMT -6
How could he forget? He hadn't told her his name. Cress ponders for a moment over whether to give her his name or not. Considering she didn't know it already the people who sent her or the people they knew didn't know his name yet. 'Fuck it.' his consciousness says as he makes a decision. "My name is Cress. Remember it well." After giving her his name he watches her take off. Cress stands in place with a wandering mind, how bad was she struggling after that attack?
peace. thread end.
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