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Post by Chime on Dec 28, 2019 18:58:58 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 125,000
This was a bad idea. Chime knew it was a bad idea, but he was going to do it anyway.
He was currently in the lower floors deep within the Lookout, in a training room filled with dummies, targets and the like. Chime didn't usually spend much time here, he was usually in the library, or his own room, or up top outside. He was more of a thinker than a fighter, so most of his time was spent on research rather than physical training. Now, though...he needed to get stronger. If he'd been stronger, he could have fought beside Carro and LEO equally, they could've had an even fight, and maybe it would be those Saiyans laying dead in the snow instead. He needed a better attack, something stronger than his Kanrikosen, so into the training room he went.
Chime experimented with many iterations on the technique. Adding more power to it, twisting the beam into a spiral, bending it like a curveball...each training dummy he shot through, he imagined with spiky gold hair, a cocky smile, a metal arm. Soon, he wasn't focusing on refining his technique anymore, he was simply blasting away in anger, and didn't realize what he was doing until he turned around and found himself with no more targets to attack. Sighing, Chime sat down in the middle of the floor. He would have to materialize more dummies, but...
But now his mind was on the Saiyans. Cress, but moreso Vocado. He was clearly the leader of the two, the one with the real plan. Chime had tracked him down recently, with his radar, but before he got too close, he fled. Fighting Vocado alone...it wasn't suicidal, the Saiyan needed him alive, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Chime's lack of comparative power was frustrating, but if he couldn't impede Vocado physically, then maybe...
He shut his eyes, took a breath, and reached out with his mind.
"How's the hunt going, your majesty?"
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Post by Vocado on Dec 28, 2019 19:08:57 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 190,000
The voice echoed in his head sharply. It gave off the kind of feeling one might shudder from. Like a ghost was watching you.
Vocado pulled his blood-soaked hand free of the Fleet-born warrior he’d finished killing. Another outpost that had no information whatsoever. Why they even stayed here was a mystery. Perhaps they were scared of going home and being labeled deserters. It was a shame they had no ruler to chastise them.
”Who is this?”
The Saiyan stepped back, pausing. Rain poured through cracks in the abandoned factory’s ceiling. He was far from civilization, and up until a few seconds ago, he was truly alone.
”No, no... Don’t say a word yet. This is...”
His stump felt a strange pain, and his hand moved to the wound instinctively. Kayen was no magician, so there was only one voice this could be.
”...Kami.”
A smirk found its way onto the former king’s features, and he chuckled softly. Had he gained a fan? Or perhaps this was an angry letter being written live.
”It’s going quite well. We’re at five out of seven, now. You wouldn’t happen to be holding any, would you? I could always swing by to relieve it from your weathered hands.”
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Post by Chime on Dec 30, 2019 16:59:24 GMT -6
Vocado seemed to not know who he was right away. That was...interesting. Maybe he could use that somehow. It was underhanded, sure, but no more than trying to plant a life-sucking tree in a planet. Chime felt no qualms about it.
"Kami? That's a new one. You can call me whatever you like. I'm simply an...interested party." He didn't think his paper-thin ruse would work, but it was worth a try anyway. What could Vocado do from wherever he was, laugh at him? He could take that, he'd handled much worse.
The news of the fifth Dragon Ball, though, that struck through him like a hot knife. They had still only had four when Chime had checked...had they found another so quickly? Or maybe Cress or their other allies had been keeping it. Whatever the case was, that meant there were only two left...and Chime had no idea where they were. He couldn't show how shaken he was, though. Fortunately, Vocado couldn't see his shocked expression, so Chime tried to cover it up with a laugh, "Hah! Five already? You and your friends are making good time. ...They are your friends, right? Or are they your underlings?" Chime really had no idea where he was going with this, what his goal was. To get information? To unnerve his enemy? He was just making it up as he spoke, "Tell me, what exactly is your plan? Making your wish of course, but after that. Have you thought that far?" |
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Post by Vocado on Dec 30, 2019 17:37:13 GMT -6
”An interested party? If only that were true. Fresh as I am to this, there are certain... tells. That come with connecting to someone’s mind.”
Something lurked in the shadows while Chime laughed. A Saiyan Woman, her face little more than a blur of shadow. She approached silently, wrapping her arms around Vocado’s chest. She could hear the Kami, too. Would he hear her if she spoke? He tried to get her to pipe up, but no such luck.
”Brothers in blood, I suppose. We’ve been through quite a bit together. Calling them friends would be a disservice. Would a friend murder the president of the free world for you? I certainly don’t think so.”
The Apparition looked on curiously. There was some attachment to his makeshift squadron that he hadn’t expected when he began. Cress was a tool at first, but now he wasn’t sure. Maybe Cress saw it differently, but he was just a big a part of this as Vocado himself. Same as Kalabas, and soon, Scallio would join those ranks.
”I was thinking I’d test out my wish on a few other planets. Namek sounded like a good start. It’s nice and... Ripe. Not many defenders, either. Especially since Earth is so understaffed. What do you think?”
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Post by Chime on Jan 3, 2020 17:21:00 GMT -6
"Ah well, it was worth a shot." Chime replied with another automatic, fake laugh. Vocado had seen through his lie, as he'd expected. It wasn't like he'd been trying very hard, "It tells me you're not a total fool, at least. That's good to know."
Vocado's casual mention of Carro's murder, as if it was a favor from one friend (brother, whatever term he wanted to use) to another, and not murder, made Chime grimace. He glared up at one of the still-smoking training dummies, again imagining the Saiyan's visage there instead of wood and metal. The mention of Namek, too, struck a chord, and Chime knew that had to be his intention. The 'line' went quiet for a moment as he took a deep breath to steady himself. Letting Vocado get the upper hand here would defeat the purpose of this whole conversation. Chime had to find his advantage somewhere, even if it was only in words.
"So, what, you're going to go from world to world, sucking them dry and getting more powerful with each one? That's all grand and scary, sure, but it's all pretty pointless, isn't it? Eventually you'll run out of planets, and then what are you to do with all that power? Twiddle your supercharged thumbs, maybe. Unless...you're not going after every planet. Just enough until you're strong enough to retake Vegeta with no opposition. Which is it? Enlighten me, since we've established you're so smart." |
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Post by Vocado on Jan 3, 2020 18:17:04 GMT -6
”I suppose,” he started, brushing the Apparition away for a moment as he did. ”What meaning do those planets have without my design? If I don’t consume them, they’ll simply exist. How pitiful that would be.”
He smirked at Chime’s comment. Twiddling ones thumbs whilst sitting atop a ruined galaxy did sound kind of fun, but that answer would satisfy neither of them. ”There’s always more planets. Who would stop me once this first Galaxy is dust? Do you think the Kai’s above would be able to intrude then?”
Part of that was the Apparition talking, he thought to himself. Was consuming an entire galaxy his true goal? It was... Hard to keep track, sometimes. Maybe this was too big for him. Maybe there was still time to wind this down.
The Apparition shook her head, and he agreed wordlessly. Stopping now was pointless. He was a champion of fate; a greater cog in the machine. Soon, he’d be strong enough to break the wheel. Reshape it in his own design.
Chime had finally struck a nerve, though. His comment about Vegeta caused the Saiyan to huff indignantly.
”You and your friends love to harp on the fact that I lost that crown, don’t you?” His tone, though mentally projected, held a hint of annoyance behind the calm. ”Vegeta is another stepping stone. This goes beyond bloodlines and allegiances. If they wish to fall in line, then so be it. If not? Well— the planet won’t look any more barren than it does now if I plant my seeds there, now would it?”
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Post by Chime on Jan 11, 2020 0:36:06 GMT -6
Chime frowned. That wasn't the answer he'd been expecting, "I didn't think planets needed design. They're planets. Things can simply be, you know, there's no harm in that, nothing pitiful about it at all." He tilted his head to one side, of course unseen by Vocado, "I'd say it's more pitiful trying to violently force your own meaning onto the world. Sort of like a toddler throwing a tantrum, insisting they get their way, except instead of crying and screaming there's ki-blasts and...well, still a lot of screaming." Chime narrowed his eyes, as if peering at the man who was actually miles and miles away.
He smirked at the middle distance he was peering at as he seemed to finally get under Vocado's skin a little. It wouldn't do him much good in this moment, except make him feel accomplished in a cruel way, but in the long run it was good. An unsettled opponent would fight more recklessly and make more mistakes, when the time eventually came to fight again. If Chime could keep the cooler head, he would prevail, or so the saying went.
...Of course, it was entirely possible for him to provoke his opponent into a Super Saiyan-powered rage and be utterly obliterated. That was always a possibility.
"I'd harp on about something else if you'd done anything else, Your Highness. Besides losing to a pirate, the only thing of note you've done it...what? Collect some Dragon Balls? Kill a few of my friends?" Chime gut twisted as he said that, but he pressed on, not letting it show in his mental 'voice', "Other people have done that before, it's not exactly news worthy. And that is what you're looking for, right?" He wasn't actually sure of this part, but he would take the gamble, "To be noteable? Important? Because I'll tell you now, Earth's faced plenty of villains, and will continue to long after you're gone. You're a footnote, at best."
Vocado was actually the most fearsome enemy Chime had ever faced but, well. He didn't need to be told that, now did he? |
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Post by Vocado on Feb 9, 2020 1:43:24 GMT -6
"Perhaps it is childish. I suppose I ought to stop right now and turn myself in, hm? That's what you would do in my position, I'd bet. You'd give up and give in. Like a good little Namekian would."
It was hard to keep his composure. Chime didn't quite know it full well, but he was hitting quite a few of Vocado's soft spots. His lack of impact on the galaxy being one of the issues he struggled with most. It was why he chose to find the tree. Why The Apparition granted him the honor of fulfilling her legacy... At least that's what he told himself. It helped him sleep better.
"Tch." He feigned disinterest. "None are as fatal as I. Don't forget that this rock hosted me and my kin for quite some time. I saw many battles come and go, yet hardly ever did the warriors of light fall. I've only been here a few months and I've done quite a number on your little clique."[/i] There was a confidence steeping those words. He wasn't some quivering boy. Politics and verbosity were his special talents back in the day. All he needed was a few decisive blows before Chime could wear down his mental walls, and Chime will have done nothing but inflamed his own insecurities.
He leaned over the corpse of an alien he'd killed, imagining the frozen features of the man were Chime's. "I'll become something far worse than your nightmares could conjure. My tree will produce plentiful fruit where your tower used to be, and when the planet has not a drop to drink, I'll move on. Trillions will perish. All because fate decided I am worthy. I doubt there'll be many historians left to track my progress."
Vocado sat back on the stone floor, pleased with himself as the last droplets of rain began to patter through a hole in the ceiling. He'd turned the boy's insult on its head as best he could.
"How's Carro doing, by the way? Any funeral arrangements planned? I certainly hope you didn't leave his corpse to rot in the frozen wastes. It'll be a slow process out there."
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