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Post by Vocado on Feb 4, 2020 19:50:52 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 196,000 | Ultra Super Saiyan: 3,332,000 / 2,548,000
Items: Dragon Radar, Scouter, Armor, Seven-Star Dragon Ball
A pair of warriors darted through the air, their Ki intertwined as their desperate struggle took them across the icy wastes. Yogu and Vocado were locked in combat.
Vocado’s arm had the martial artist practically draped over it as they flew, his teeth grit tight as Yogu attacked with a barrage of four fists. For every one the Saiyan was able to dodge, two more would slip in and land on his face or chest. The pain stung at him sharper than the cold ever could, but Yogu’s endless speeches outdid even that.
”Do you... Ever... SHUT YOUR DAMN MOOOOOUTH?!”
With a furious roar, Vocado tossed the boy haphazardly off his arm. If Yogu didn’t catch himself, he’d land near Nashua’s snowy indent.
Panting, Vocado turned back to the crowd he’d left behind. Most had seemingly poured into the mountain like ants, and it seemed, unfortunately, that Carro found the others more interesting. It made things easier in some ways, but infuriated him all the same. Even still, he caught the biggest fishes. He just needed some time to think of something now that he had them.
His opponents were spread about the clearing, all staring him down for their own reasons. Some revenge, others regret or pity. More still perhaps to mock him. Whatever their cause, those eyes burned through the mental walls he’d been building. Every breath he took was another breath closer to his last. Should he have run away? Could he try to beg for mercy? Maybe he could convince them he was cursed or possessed— try to get their help in healing his broken soul.
No. They were too cautious. Too wise to his schemes and skullduggery. As his muscles relaxed, he felt a calmness try and fail to wash over him. It was barreled over by a sense of inescapable dread and unease.
”So then: Which one of you wants to talk first? Yogu’s taken his turn about a dozen times over. Who else wants to quip? Perhaps a chastising comment or two? A monologue?! I’m all ears!”
His tone was subtly panicked. It’d be a first for quite a few warriors here to see the dam break. To see Vocado’s true self. Nashua had seen it before. Would she know how dangerous this situation truly was?
”Come on! All of you! I want all of you at once! No holding back, you sniveling wretches!”
He turned his attention to the short stack. Chime had brought these heroes together. He’d been the reason. His pitiful demeanor and magical prowess made him easy to side with. Vocado was blind to it before, but the biggest threat had never been the powerhouses and the cocksure martial artists. It was always Chime.
At least, that’s the best excuse his addled mind could muster up.
”Your fault... it’s all your fault that those friends of yours met their end by my doing. You’re worse than I am! Befriending the loners and the outcasts to use as meatshields! Pawns made of bone and sinew!”
Perhaps he was starting to sound a bit unhinged. He shook his head. They’d never see it his way. They were too self-righteous. They only knew one language.
”Why don’t I send you down to them? You can explain to those hopeless little souls why their Kami let a monster roam free!”
Thick blades of Ki ignited on both hands, and he loosed both of them toward Chime. The razor-sharp energy would need to be dealt with carefully if one couldn’t dodge them, and Vocado knew full well that Chime was no fighter.
”Who’s gonna block for him first? Which pawn will take the first hit?!”
KP: 3/3
Transformed into Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P)!
PL: 3,136,000
+1 KP for two turns of no tech use!
Post Order: Vocado > Yogu > Nashua > Chime > Oboe > Dorei
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Post by Om-Yogu on Feb 4, 2020 20:55:54 GMT -6
Thread PL: 179,935 (x15T) 2,699,025
Items: Kanrin's Senzu Bean | Dragon Radar
Vocado tossed Yogu off him, and the young ghost didn't spare half a second of rest. The second he was off Vocado, he was throwing himself at the avocado man again! " I'M GONNA RIP YOU IN HALF YOU SUBSAIYAN SCUMBAG!" Yogu reels back and aims to slam his fist into Vocado's gut. Then, he tries to bring down a hammer fist right on the bridge of the bastard's nose! Finally, Yogu relents and dashes backward trying to escape the immediate vicinity of Vocado as he let out a tirade. Yogu half-listened to what the Saiyan had to say. He was a lot more focused on how he'd actually kill Vocado. Did he have anything in his arsenal that could do that? Nothing really came to mind. At first. Then he remembered something that had come to mind during his one-on-one with Vocado just a few days earlier. It wouldn't have worked then because he had no one backing him up. But now that there were people to protect him... Yogu reached out to everyone halfway through Vocado's speech. " Yo. I'm taking charge. Here's the plan. I gotta attack that is gonna wreck his shit, but I need some time to charge it. You're all gonna protect me until then, got it? Anyone who gets in my way of being the one to take him down, I'll go through you and then kill him." Yogu snapped out of his mind and continued to antagonize Vocado, " Aw, SHUT UP! Just admit you keep sayin' shit cause you're scared! IT'S WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR DAMN FACE!" Yogu didn't know if he was actually scared, but he'd be insane not to be! Then again, the guy did have a few screws loose. Yogu didn't rush to Chime's aid. The only thing on his mind was putting the bastard in the ground. The two Monster arms disappeared, and Yogu's right arm began to shake furiously. His energy shoots up. Little sparks shot off the tip of his knuckle, and his hand had already gone numb. He could already tell what he had cooking up was way more powerful than a Ki Overdrive. With an attack like that, Yogu needed some sort of restraint. He needed to focus it into something or the recoil would seriously injure him. Back from his first fight since leaving home, he had already known what that recoil was like. It wasn't fun. But when he didn't use some restraint the attacks were far beyond anything he should've been able to do at the time. Of course, he had learned to control his ki with Kanrin after he had died the first time around. Since then, he hadn't just let the Ki Overdrive fire off without any control. But now was as good a time as any. And besides, he was a ghost! What's the worst that could happen?
OOC: Yep. *crosses arms* I'm LOLing!!!!
Yogu uses Bulking SIG [UT] No Control! PL is now 3,058,895/2,159,220.
Yogu begins charging [SIG] Perfect Ki Overdrive! [T1: Force | T2: Sheer Force, Anticipation | T3: Ravage] 3 more posts until it's fired!
KP: 7/7
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Nashua
Administrator
Queen of Arcose
PL: 250,000
Oozaru (x5P) Ultra Super Saiyan (x17/x13T) Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P)
Tag: @nashua
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Post by Nashua on Feb 6, 2020 18:44:17 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P) |
Well, Nashua's neck was a bit sore. That much was apparent as she was hurtling down towards the mountain. She had to admit, she hadn't been expecting Vocado to do that, though she supposed that was mostly her own fault. On the bright side of things, Oboe had been kind enough to catch her in time to slow her descent to the point where she, at the very least, hadn't crashed face first into the rocky surface of the mountain. "Thank you," she expressed to Oboe with a sigh of relief, her hand pressing against the sore spot around her neck. Vocado had certainly been working on his grip, hadn't he? Speaking of the prince, he'd come down here himself, now. And he'd brought the ghost of that Earthling boy along with him. Nashua stared up at him with furrowed brows as he began to rant, though she couldn't deny she was distracted when Yogu's words pierced her mind.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she thought back to the ghost with a wayward glance. "Don't be an idiot - this isn't some kind of game, you're not 'claiming' him as a kill. If you attack anyone else, I'll send you straight back to Hell. So don't even think about it." How stupid was this Earthling? Maybe some fragment of that Monster guy still remained in him, after all - it wasn't like Chime's magic had actually been all that effective on him. So... Maybe that meant it wouldn't work too well on Vocado, either. But that didn't mean they could just give up on him and all start blasting him to pieces. The Saiyan Prince of the hour decided to star thing off himself by firing off a pair of blasts towards the Kami, but Nashua was quick to swoop in front of them, her arms taking the brunt of the blows that pushed her back slightly - though she was mostly unharmed.
"Vocado, you need to stop this, right now," she commanded of him. A pretty big part of her knew he wasn't going to listen before the fighting had even begun, but it was one, final effort to hopefully get him to give up before things potentially spiraled out of control. As much as she didn't want to blast him away, she had a feeling it was going to be a hard sell to keep the others from gunning him down once the fighting began. And she only had so much energy and strength at her disposal to prevent all that from happening, as well. "I'm not asking you because I think you will," she continued, "But rather because you and I both know that you're entirely outmatched, here. If you want to save yourself, and save Kalabas and Scallio, you have to surrender. Otherwise, there's not much I can do to keep any of your little trio here safe. Their deaths are on your hands, now."
TAGS: Oboe
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Post by Chime on Feb 8, 2020 18:41:13 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 1,540,000 (140,000 x11T)
Chime's form fell straight down through the air and came to an abrupt stop before he hit the ground, his toes just barely brushing the snow as he hovered there. He stopped suppressing his true power once he stopped there. There wasn't really a point to hiding it, now. Looking around him, he could see that Nashua and Oboe both seemed okay, and Yogu and Vocado had come untangled from their violent pretzel. They stood apart now, Vocado ranting and raving aloud while Yogu spoke to them telepathically. Chime winced. It was hard to concentrate through both of them, but he focused on Vocado first.
The Saiyan was going on about how this whole situation was Chime's fault, how he only befriended others to use them as pawns. The Kami only regarded him with a glare colder than the winds whipping around them. There was no twitch in his face, no nerve struck, because Vocado was only explaining aloud what he already knew to be true. "Of course this is my fault," Chime spat, "Who else would be responsible? Them?" He swept one arm out wide to indicate the allies surrounding him, and the others within and around Mount Frappe, "You? You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me. If there were no Dragon Balls to wish on, what hope would you have for your mighty tree?" He shook his head. As Vocado's ki-blades came flying at him, Chime's energy burst out around him, then immediately retracted back down to the barest blue aura. He blinked once, and his eyes shone that same blue all the way through. Before he could move to defend himself, there was Nashua, appearing in front of him and taking a blow that would have staggered him with ease. The situation felt very familiar.
He stared at her back for a moment as his thoughts raced. What had she said on their way down? To "use his evil vacuum thing"? She must have meant the Siphon Evil spell. That had been created to draw out magical, supernatural evils. Situations like Yogu's possession by Monster, or Myu by Abraxas. To use it on someone that simply came to be evil through their own actions... Chime was fairly sure it would work, but it would be akin to brainwashing. Extracting parts of a person's soul, of their self. He couldn't imagine Nashua would suggest such a thing... unless Vocado actually was possessed. Chime thought back to their last encounter, on the island in the storm. Vocado had fallen to his knees, speaking and gesturing to something (or someone) that wasn't there. At the time, he'd just thought the Saiyan had been losing it in the face of defeat, but now he wasn't so sure. He hadn't sensed any dark energy from him, and still couldn't now, but it was entirely possible a hidden force had taken hold of the former king. Chime himself had been hiding his own energy until just moments ago.
Chime moved around to Nashua's side so he could look her in the face, "Nashua," He began, tone stern, "If you know something about all of this that I don't, you need to tell me now. If he's been influenced by some kind of magic, I'll do my best to free him from it. But if this all has been of his own free will... he has to die. We can't just imprison him. I don't even know what cage would hold him."
In his periphery, Yogu was charging up some attack, like he'd told them he would. Without looking over to him, Chime reached out telepathically, "I'll cover for you as best I can, but I can't promise anything. You've all been out of my league for a while now." His mind flashed with the memories of another ghost that had fought evil at his side, who had launched an attack so powerful it had taken her whole being along with it. He added, "...And be careful with that thing."
Chime activates x11T Super Namekian! New PL: 1,540,000
KP: 7/7
HP: 0%
Items: Dragon Radar, Medical Machine, Devil Lamp, Battle Armor, Senzu Bonsai, 1 2 and 6-star Dragon Balls
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Post by Oboe on Feb 9, 2020 15:29:34 GMT -6
As the duo hovered slowly towards the surface, Oboe would loosen his protective grip on the Saiyan woman. Coming to rest in the snow, the Sage of Oros would simply nod in response to the thanks as if it were the most obvious choice of action from him. “You’re welcome,” came the short but kind response. It didn’t take long before another two were flying towards the ground, this time at much higher speeds without the desire to slow. Om-Yogu and Vocado were locked in an intense struggle before the other was tossed off the former Saiyan king with an exertion of effort.
Chime descended from the mountain above without much fanfare, appearing as a deity much like his title would lead one to believe. He was calm, though Oboe could feel the sudden surge of power radiating off his Earth-bound counterpart. It was impressive! Outside of himself, and maybe Steno or Mollusc, he’d never sensed or met another Namekian whom contained such magnificent presence. Chime had definitely grown over their time apart. How much? Well, if you’d ranked the growth on a scale he was at least fifteen times stronger now than he was when Oboe had first come to this planet.
Voice erupted all around him. Vocado’s manic yelling, Yogu’s telepathic bluster – the latter of which caused him more than a bit of irritation. Vocado suddenly attacked with his Ki-Blades, targeting Chime – but luckily Nashua would get in the way of such an attack eliciting a very peculiar memory of his own. Of Namek, when Om Yogu had attacked him, of Vocado coming to his aide. Was this really all happening? Was Vocado TRULY the enemy? His words, recently, had seemed such – but it was such a far cry to the man he’d met on his own world.
As chime responded to Yogu, Oboe would interrupt in the telepathic moment with a stern warning of his own.
This isn’t a Game. There is no “Dibs”, no Glory to be had for claiming a kill. Especially when im still not sure that’s warranted. I trust Chime, Yogu – not You. After all, this situation was reversed not so long ago. If you’re truly not the MONSTER you once were, then you’ll remind yourself that in this moment we’re allies. However, if you threaten to go through any of us one more time… Oboe let the last part sit without finishing. He did not fear Om Yogu – not anymore. Nor would he ever again. The tuffulized part of his DNA surging with defiance at any act of the sort being committed upon his person again.
Turning to Chime and Nashua, he simply stated;
“Chime. There is a time where Blood must be shed, but perhaps this isn’t the time. Think about how he was acting on the Island, his manic fit…it wasn’t right. Perhaps Vocado’s plagued by something – I think Nashua’s right. We cannot just give up on him. I Cannot just give up on him. He saved my life..” Oboe stopped and pointed at Yogu. “From him. When he would’ve destroyed our entire planet. I trust you, as I’ve said, but your allowing your emotions to cloud your reason. I understand he’s done a lot, I get it. Trust me, I get it…”
Oboe sympathized with Chime in a way that only he could. Being the Guardian of a planet? Making friends with those who may one day turn on you for their own greedy desires? It was far too common even for one such as he. Finally, he regarded Vocado;
“You’re sick my friend. This cannot possibly be you. The Vocado I met, on my world, was lost – sure. He was desperate and alone, yet there was still a light within him. Even through all your harsh words, your bluster and bravado. Even with your hellacious acts of violence to the denizens of this world, I can’t just turn my back on you. You were once the most honorable men I had ever known – Please, show me something. Anything that would let me believe you can be saved…Much like Nashua, I do not want to kill you...Please...”
Oboe sounded very hurt even as he spoke. It was clear he cared about all in attendance – well mostly everyone – and that he didn’t wish to end the former Saiyan King’s life if he didn’t have to. Before they had fallen to this location, Nashua had begun to talk to chime about using some technique to suck the evil out. Could...she have been referring to a technique that Chime had mentioned in passing to him before? What was more curious…was that Oboe had a similar technique of his own. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t have to kill Vocado after all! Even if the other had turned to this dark and wicked thing on his own, was such an act truly worse then blood on all of their hands? No…there had been enough killing already, Carro’s condition was a clear indication of that.
Reaching out to Chime, directly and personally, Oboe simply asked what he had to;
Chime, you know I’ll do whatever it is you need me to here. Ive promised you this and that word is my bond…but…if there’s a chance that we can end this without the violence, without the murder of another life, don’t you think that’s worth a chance? You once spoke of your ability to remove the darkness in ones heart, that you’d tried it on Monster. While it may not have worked then…perhaps there just wasn’t enough power. I too have a technique that can perform a similar task, but mine might work a bit different…I can contain his evil, store it in a crystalized lacrima, and we can use that as a prison for now until we figure out what else to do. It may change him, at the core, and without consent that may seem wrong...but...At the very least…shouldn’t we try? Is that truly worse then death?
While the Guru of Namek pleaded for the chance to save Vocado, and not end him, there was a cold chill running up his spine. A flash of images – Vuzel – his Right Hand, Elder Percus, Oros City, Korla and the Tuffles – poured into his mind causing the Namekian to stare up at the sky for but a brief moment.
W-What the hell was that?
Somethin was wrong…this whole situation was wrong. Was that an image of the future? Could his mind be telling him that killing Vocado wasn’t the solution? Or was it urging him to make the tougher decision and end the Saiyan right here and now. He wasn’t sure, but something was off…
Oboe Arrived in his ‘Guru’ state. *Tuffulized Form activated*
PL: 2,880,000
Current Items (Relevant to combat only):
Dragon Radar, 4 Star Ball, Senzu Candy Cane, Destron Machine.
KP 3/3
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Post by Vocado on Feb 11, 2020 4:45:31 GMT -6
This shrimp just didn't let up! Before Yogu even touched the ground, he was on the offensive again, aiming blow after blow towards the Saiyan. Vocado wouldn't take things sitting down, though. He blocked the gut-punch with ease, and avoided the overhead with similar dexterity. His counter-attack, however, went a bit wide. The sharp elbow he'd intended to hit Yogu with had missed, as the ghost simply backpedaled out of harms way.
Vocado almost continued the chase, but he couldn't focus on a single target. "Coward," he grumbled in the ghost's direction.
The others were rousing now. What little Vocado had done to disorient them had already worn off, as Nashua easily defended against the cutting blades. She was strong, now. Stronger than when he'd been crestfallen. Stronger than Kayen, even. Why didn't she take action, then? Surely her and Kayen's goals clashed fiercer than any blades could. Was the pirate corrupting the girl? If only he'd been there, perhaps then...
"Stop? STOP?! And what? Be subject to the whims of you sniveling shrimps? To hear the tumultuous cries of your failures thrust onto me whilst a meager steel bar separates us? Oh no, no no-- Perhaps you mean to strike me down in the courts. To burn me to a crisp for an audience! You want to be known as Nashua the Hero! The Warrior Queen who saved millions from persecution! Who will know of your glorious conquest when the only one to see it is the man you're about to murder? I say let the fools die alongside me, then. Kalabas is a corpse already, and the boy? He knew what he signed up for."
He was rambling like mad, now. There were slivers of truth in there, surely. Perhaps Nashua could read through the lines, see what he really meant beneath the raving madness:
I am lost, Nashua, he wished he could say. I am lost and it is not your fault.
The Saiyan took to the sky, and his Ki began to overflow once more. Muscles burst forth and strained skin to the breaking point as the Titan state took hold once more. The flimsy tie holding his hair in a simple style had snapped, letting loose a wild and unruly mane of golden fuzz. The hulking form had served him well so far; killed many a hero. Would it do the same today?
A blade of Ki ignited at the wrist of his prosthetic arm. "You lot speak of justice, but you're no better than I. Sinners in saint's clothing. You think this will vindicate you, Chime? Free your soul of sin? Maybe one day you can flip the switch back. Revive me and I'll be ever-so grateful!" The dagger-like weapon extended, now into a great lance. "That's all you've ever done, Chime. Flip the switch. Flip-flop, flip-flop. What happens when you turn those magic orbs to stone forever? Another switch flipped. When you die, the next Kami will flip it right back, and you'll have accomplished nothing. Same as I."
Oboe spoke too. Sadness filled every word. The good in Vocado wanted to join him. To mourn for what could have been, but he'd grown past that. There was no love to share with the man he tried to trick. Even back then, he simply wanted to use the Guru. To steal the Dragon Balls and wish for his mighty tree. Did he even need it? He'd killed so many without its help.
"What honor could you speak of, sage? When I smashed a helpless scientist flat, perhaps? Or maybe when I eradicated a martial artist for daring to hold a Dragon Ball? Take your pick of the litter, I'm sure Nashua's got loads of stories about our adventuring days!" His real hand tapped his chin, and he chuckled. "Come to think of it... I wasn't alone in my sins. Dearest Nashua reminded me not a moment ago of the time she hawked off a Dragon Radar to Boreal. He was quite the powerhouse. Part of me always wondered-- How many Saiyans do you think would be in chains if that mercenary goat hadn't thrown her life away to stop him? Probably very few, honestly. He'd have executed far more than he'd keep as pets."
The bluster and speeches streamed out of him endlessly. Yogu was right. This was a front to keep his mental defenses on high alert. If he didn't pretend to be in control, he'd lose what little self he had.
"I've got another sin you can choose, dear Guru. It's the time I ripped your beating heart right out of you!"
With a furious roar, he launched himself at Oboe. Lance at the ready, he aimed to stab right through Oboe's heart, and wrench it free with a single motion. Surely not even a Namekian could heal that.
KP: 4/7
Ultra Super Saiyan (x17/x13T) Reactivated! Current PL: 3,332,000 / 2,548,000
Used [MA3] Merciless Barrage!
100% of power for a damage potential of: 3,332,000!
Intent: Kill
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Post by Om-Yogu on Feb 11, 2020 18:35:50 GMT -6
Now two Saiyans had pissed Yogu off. " Who the HELL asked for your opinion, Nashua?! Why are you even here? Last time I checked, it isn't your home, friends, and family that are being threatened by this bastard! So with all due respect MISS QUEEN OF ARCOSE, go FUCK YOURSELF!" Yogu was starting to snap. Numbing pain raced through Yogu's arm and began to spread through his body. Ki swirled and orbited around it, giving off a magnificent light. Electricity arced off Yogu's arm, leaving burn marks He couldn't do much about hiding it from Vocado anymore. Not that he cared. With a lineup like this, there was no way the bastard was going to prevent this. Then Oboe brought up his concerns about what Yogu said. " Guru, you know DAMN well I had no control over what happened on Namek! Don't compare these two situations! And I didn't mean... Ugh, whatever. Just know that I ain't trying to kill him for the glory of the kill. I'm gonna be the one to kill him cause he killed people from earth and he's threatening billions of earth lives. I'm doing this to show people we don't need Saiyans, or Namekians or whoever-the-fucks to come save our asses. Now, obviously, that didn't come clearly through my message and I sounded a little bad cause I'm kinda pissed right now. So I'm sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear? Tch." The talking between all parties continued, and Yogu wasn't able to hear most of it. The whirring of energy and the immense focus it took to not explode into a ball of ki was keeping him busy. All he could hear between Nashua and Vocado's spat was the Queen bringing up surrender and the Bastard seemingly denying it. " Even if he did surrender, you think we would've let him LIVE?! THIS BASTARD IS DYING!" The pain became almost unbearable on his arm now. Looking through the near-blinding light his arm was giving off he could see what looked like veins in his arms, pumping ki through it. Weird. All he could do was grit his teeth and keep charging. The next thing he knew, Vocado was charging at Oboe. Shame. He would get in the way and help if he wasn't busy... You know... " Eh, someone else'll get it. Or Oboe can deal with it! He's strong now!" Yogu couldn't tell if the whole scuffle was done yet or not, but he screamed at Vocado, showing off his arm. " YO BASTARD! TAKE A LOOK AT THIS! YOU SCARED YET?! NAH, LET'S BE HONEST, YOU WERE ALREADY CLOSE TO PISSING YOURSELF ONCE YOU BROUGHT THE FOUR OF US OUT HERE! How does it feel? Knowing you're about to get what's comin' to you? I'll let you know right now, death is a lot more painful than you'd think! That shit haunts you for the rest of your life! Maybe this fight would be in your favor right now- maybe you wouldn't be dying in the next few minutes- if you had taken my advice and GONE FOR ME FIRST! Remember the name, Om-Yogu you bastard."
OOC: Funny post move.
Yogu continues using [UT2] Telepathy to talk to people.
Yogu keeps charging [SIG] Perfect Ki Overdrive! [T1: Force | T2: Sheer Force, Anticipation | T3: Ravage] 2 more posts until it's fired!
KP: 7/7
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Nashua
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PL: 250,000
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Tag: @nashua
Posts: 1,193
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Post by Nashua on Feb 13, 2020 17:06:52 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P) |
"I don't know much," Nashua admitted to Chime, biting her lip as she did so, "But the Vocado I knew was never anything like this. Something had hold of him, that much I can be sure of." What else could have possibly happened to make him this way? It wasn't as if anything much had happened to him after he lost the crown, and she'd seen him just fine many times since. No, this change had occurred far too rapidly for it to have just been a development of his own, something was certainly manipulating him. And as for Yogu.... "Yogu, I will kill you if you don't back off. You have one chance to stop before I blast you into oblivion. And for what you did to the Lookout and what you did on Namek, I will feel no remorse - I think I'd be doing the galaxy a favor by removing you from it." Maybe that was a bit harsh. And maybe it was just a bluff. That was for Yogu to decide.
On the bright side, Oboe seemed on Nashua's side when it came to the situation with Vocado. He, too, had seen his heroisms on Namek, after all. Unfortunately, whatever had taken hold of Vocado didn't seem to care much for Oboe coming to the Saiyan's defense, and elected to charge straight for him. She frowned yet again at Vocado. "If you really were the Vocado I knew, then you'd know I don't give a damn about personal glory!" The fact that he brought up her transfer of a radar over to that Arcosian was surprising, though. ...Although, he did immediately add that that was what got the warlord killed, so Nashua couldn't say she was sure what his point was. Nashua held back, though, as Vocado charged at the Namekian. She had a feeling the Guru of Namek would want to handle this with his own pair of fists.
TAGS: Chime
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Post by Chime on Feb 15, 2020 2:40:41 GMT -6
This whole situation was growing much more complex than Chime had anticipated. He'd thought destroying a villain before said villain could enact his plan to destroy the planet would have been simple, but he was wrong. To be fair, the idea of taking a life, any life, had been abhorrent to Chime a few months ago. Now, though... so much had happened, so much had been lost, and there was so much still to lose... if it could be stopped by taking a single life, one that had done so much harm already, would that not be right? Wasn't that some kind of justice?
Nashua and Oboe didn't agree. Nashua was convinced Vocado was under the influence of something, but didn't seem to know what, or have any evidence aside from her own feelings. Vocado had been acting strange, that was certain, but Chime wanted something more concrete than that. Oboe shared Nashua's view. Vocado had helped him once, slain the Monster that had been threatening Namek. He didn't trust Yogu, somewhat understandably. The ghost boy didn't go out of his way to seem trustworthy, with all the yelling and the cursing. But Chime did trust him. Out of everyone present, he knew Yogu best, though it was by an admittedly small margin.
Oboe's voice echoed in his mind yet again. The Guru claimed to have developed a technique similar to Chime's Siphon evil, and proposed they use their spells together to pull the darkness from Vocado. Chime turned his Namekian brother with a look of clear horror on his face. Why would Oboe have taught himself such a thing? Chime had told him about his own spell, about how it all went wrong...had that actually encouraged Oboe to try and perfect it? Chime could only shake his head.
Vocado continued his mad ranting, raging against Nashua and trying to goad Chime into something or other, but Chime was no longer really listening to what he was saying. All of this hinged on why Vocado had gone down this path of violence and evil. If he was consumed by some dark entity or spell, then he was innocent, and they should do whatever they could to free him from it, as they had with Yogu. If he wasn't...then he was acting on his own free will, no matter how much he liked to talk about Fate, and should face the consequences of such. Chime shut his eyes as the others continued shouting around him, and focused. He could feel Nashua and Oboe beside him, a blazing sun and roiling ocean. Yogu was fire and electricity contained within a vessel, growing and growing and threatening to explode. Distantly he could feel other sparks of life in and around the mountain, fighting their own battles. He narrowed his focus down to a single point: Vocado. The Saiyan was burning white-hot, blazing like Nashua but not the same. There was a pressure to it, like gravity, an oppressive feeling surging out in erratic pulses with no rhyme or reason to them. Desperation. Reaching into the barrel of one's soul to gather the last of their strength and finding it empty. More important than all that, Chime saw a man, not a demon or ghoul or cursed thing. Just a singularly determined person.
That singular man was quickly rushing straight for them, and Chime had to snap his eyes open and dive out of the way. The world came flooding back to him. Yogu, Nashua, Oboe, everyone around the mountain. He felt more aware of them all than ever. If they were able to take care of things here quickly enough, maybe he could still go help them. That was an issue for Future Chime, though. Present Chime watched as Vocado dove in, aiming a ki-blade straight for Oboe's heart. Trusting in Oboe's ability to defend himself, he raised his arm to point a finger at Vocado's back. A ball of ki formed on his fingertip, then shot out across the snowfield towards the Saiyan. He knew Vocado was fast, and he could probably dodge this, but one could only dodge for so long before they tired.
Chime landed in the snow in front of where Yogu was still gathering energy into his fist. He looked over his shoulder to give the young man a determined nod, then turned back to the others and materialized a round metal shield over his left arm. No words were exchanged, telepathically or otherwise, but the message was clear: he would protect Yogu.
"Have you ever actually used that technique of yours, Oboe? On a real person? Because I'm not sure you'd be suggesting it if you had." Chime shouted across the cold wind to his fellow Namekian, "You two say he must be in the thrall of something, but I can't sense it. I only sense him. And even after all he's done, I would not tear his soul apart. Life will be paid for with life, not with even more cruelty. If I'm wrong, and he really is a good man possessed..." He cast his glance back at Yogu once more, "...Then he would want to see the evil defeated, even at the cost of his life. If that's the case, then I'll do everything in my power right that wrong."
And he may have been wrong. Even as he made the decision, Chime's mind was plagued with doubt, but he couldn't make his decision on 'maybe' and 'perhaps.' He had to function on what he knew, and what he felt to be true. So there he stood, solid in front of Yogu, shield in one hand while the other bubbled with ki, prepared for whatever happened next.
Chime aims [UA2] Yoriyoi-Kanrikosen at Vocado for 1,106,400 damage
He also conjures a shield with [UT] Magic Materialization
PL: 1,540,000
KP: 7/7 -> 5/7 (UA2)
HP: 0%
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Post by Oboe on Feb 15, 2020 15:45:38 GMT -6
Oboe was flabbergasted by the actions of the former Saiyan King. He truly had held hope in his heart that the other had simply been possessed by some streak of madness, or under the burden of a curse of some kind. It seemed, by the admittance of the other, he had been fooled. How many times had he been made the fool by those masquerading as friends? Even on the surface of the others mind, heard only through the minute mastery of his telepathic capabilities; He’d been played. He didn’t understand the specifics or the nature of the betrayal, but he could tell from just the ‘feeling’ he was receiving from the other that there had never been any true lover. He was simply a rube.
“I’ve got another sin you can choose, dear Guru. It’s the time I ripped your beating heart right out of you!”
The declaration stunned him; the movement so swift it was near impossible to track. The energy blade itself made a whirring sound as it surged forward towards it’s intended target – his heart. The world became silent, dark. Once again, he’d been played the fool by someone, he’d thought to be an ally, a friend. Once again, another threatened his very life due to his own insecurities, his own trusts. The blade inched closer to his chest; in a moment it would be all over. Once again, the Guru of Namek’s trust in others would be his downfall. A fitting end, for a fitting fool.
Thump Thump
No.
Thump Thump
The Voice echoed within his mind, the only sound he’d hear. Visions of his failures danced before his vision – the monster lunging at him for the Dragon Balls, Vocado slaying the monster only to be the one to end his life. The screams of many as Kitiana blew up his village…all these thoughts raced through his mind in this one moment…
Thump Thump
NO.
Thump Thump
He could see Namek, in all her majesty, Burning. Screaming for help from its Guru. He heard Vuzel, screaming for him from the void. What were these images? A sharp pain struck his very soul – he thought at first, he’d been struck by the blade – but for the moment, by his perception – time had stopped. No, this pain was something more. Something…worse. Namek… Burning? As each strike of Ki pelted her core – the Guru felt it within his very self. He couldn’t understand it. He did not know what was going on, but something was wrong.
Thump Thump
NO!
Thump Thump
In a blur of movement, his body reacted. Two sets of brilliant golden energy arms emanated and extended from his back – one set of the newly formed arms surging forward in an attempt to grip the energy lance. Sparks flew as the strange mythical appendages gripped hold of the shaft, slowing its procession forward. The ground beneath the two warriors would begin to rumble as the pressure exerted became more than the surface could handle. His eyes flared open as he yelled into the face of the Saiyan as loud as he could;
“NO!”
His voice echoed with tones that were both his and others. His body, a biomass of the former Guru’s spirits and the life essence of his former Guardian all rebelled against this Saiyan, even spurring the body into action before the mind was fully aware. Slowly, but surely, the tip of the lance would puncture through the chest cavity of the Namekian illiciting a sharp howl, but this was not the sound of pain. Determination, Disgust, and Anger had taken their toll; Chime was right – Life would be paid for with Life. Glaring into the eyes of Vocado, there would be no kindness. His pupils, formerly half-red and half-blue as a result of his recent tuffulization, would glow with force as they became a complete icy blue (Similar to Korlas). The black tattoos beneath his eyes, another bi-product, began to darken and become more pronounced. The energy blade would cease its progression, removing itself from his chest.
“I spoke for you with kindness, and once again I am shown the true nature of those who pretend to be my allies. I had held hope, to show you mercy – Vocado…”
His normal arms would shoot out around the Saiyan at this range, their elastic like nature moving like serpents as they threatened to wrap themselves around the warrior in an intense, but potent bear-hug. He hoped this would be enough to hold him in place – if even for a moment. If combat was truly what the Saiyan desired, then after his attempted murder there was to be no more doubt. He had to be disposed of. A Rabid dog had to be put down to save the community. Even as his straitjacket like hold attempted to complete, Oboe’s other set of appendages, the two that were not currently holding the lance, positioned themselves over his shoulder, their palms open and glowing.
Steam would rise from the open wound upon his chest. Slowly, surely, though blood poured from the gape, the wound would close and seal – leaving no evidence of damage in its wake. It seemed, by sheer nature alone, Oboe was ready to agree wholeheartedly with the Guardian of Earth. As he reached out with his mind, he spoke with Chime alone;
As you wish, Brother. We do this your way – I had not tested my technique, and while I was willing to give him this opportunity at life…I find his cruelty beyond redemption. Allow me to assist.
As the two phantom limbs cupped together, Oboe simply uttered a single phrase to Vocado;
“The Guilty shall be Judged.”
With a flash of brilliant energy, Oboe would fire an energy attack at Vocado dead on towards his face, timed with his limbs going taut as they neared finished wrapping around the other. The hope was to prevent him from escaping the blast – both his and Chimes – to maximum effect. The spheroid would expand outward and soar towards Vocado at dangerous speeds. From this distance, even if it wasn’t too strong, impact could cause some serious damage. His target? Vocado’s face.
"Dangan!"
Current Power Level: 2,880,000
Oboe Activates Guardian Onslaught (Four Witches Technique)[ Through some method you are capable of producing two additional arms(or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from your back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide you with extra fists to punch your opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle]
Oboe is hit by the Merciless Barrage – 115% Damage Taken!!
Oboe Activates [RACIAL] Regeneration – Heals Back 100% (0% Damage taken)
Oboe Attempts to Wrap Vocado up in his arms.
Oboe Fires His Gigun: Dangan [A1] At Vocado!: 950,400 dmg!
KP: 2/3
Dmg Taken: 15%
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Post by Vocado on Feb 15, 2020 16:34:17 GMT -6
Namekians were an annoying bunch, weren't they? Whilst it seemed his strike would do its dirty work, the Guru had other plans. Gripping Vocado's blade, the Namekian's Ki began to bubble forth. He was strong, too. Stronger than most, it'd seem. With a grip on the blade that ought to have pierced his heart, the Guru lambasted the former king. He was lost, truly. A monster without redemption. "For a sage, your wisdom seems to have taken its sweet time finding the answer."But he didn't have time to quip. From below, a threat lurked. It was hidden at first, but now that he'd been given time to see, the threat was all too real. The Brat.Turning his head, he listened as Yogu talked for far too long about far too little. The important issue was not Yogu himself, rather the Ki burning a hole in Vocado's senses. Whatever it was that the ghostly warrior had thought up for a finishing move was lethal. Hell, if it managed to hit Vocado, it very well might burn through him and out the other side of the planet under him. "You... Bastard!"To say Vocado was terrified would be an understatement. He tried to pull away and race towards his foe, but to no avail. Oboe's grip was strong, and judging by the second pair of arms looking to grasp him, it was about to get tighter. What's worse, Chime decided to act at the same moment, firing off a blast of his own from across the battlefield. Things seemed to slow for a moment, and a pocket of clarity formed for the fighter. Vocado relaxed his fist, and the energy blade Oboe was gripping vanished. In the brief moment between its disappearance and Oboe's realization, Vocado would already be gone. He dropped like a brick from an aircraft, but, unfortunately, didn't get far enough. Oboe had fired a blast as well, and a few moments after Vocado's descent, the two sage's attacks collided. Their explosion was staggering. Mighty enough to force Vocado to block on the way down. The force was enough to shift his momentum, as well as rattle his brain a fair bit. Judging by the pain he felt simply from the aftershock, he was thankful that his body moved so quick with all this extra muscle. If he had been hit... "Tch--!"It was perhaps fate that his trajectory was changed. The force of the blast sent him flying through the air... Right toward Yogu. What was once a grimace turned to a satisfied grin, as Vocado twirled through the air to adjust himself. With a cackle, he pulled his fist back. "Judged I will be, Guru, but not by your worthless hands! Bahahahaha! You lot can't do anything right, can you?"Vocado hit the ground running, sliding to a stop just inches from Yogu, where he would aim a devestating punch to the gut. Should the strike land, he'd follow it up with another, and end off the assault with a sharp elbow to the head. The Ki-infused assault should be enough to disorient the boy and stop whatever technique he had in his pocket. "Cowardly worm. I forgot your name the moment you died, and I'll forget it again when I blink. Perhaps you should remind me a dozen times more; It's the only thing you're good at."
Before the ghostly boy could drum up a counter-attack, Vocado leaped backwards, floating just above the battlefield. He was starting to lose steam already. Just a few swings and his stamina was nearly gone. If he could hold out just a bit longer, he'd think of some kind of strategy. Some way to eradicate all four of these worms. If he didn't, then perhaps Fate wasn't in his corner.
It hardly ever was.
KP: 2/7
Used [SIG] Super Instinct to dodge Yoriyoi-Kanrikosen! No uses of Super Instinct remain.
Took full damage from Gigun: Dangan. Flavored as being hit by the shockwave of the explosion rather than the attack itself.
Used [UA2] Savage Salvo on Yogu to cancel his SIG Charge.
66% Power for a damage potential of: 2,199,120!
Damage Taken: 36%
Current PL: 3,332,000 / 2,548,000 |
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Post by Chime on Feb 17, 2020 13:37:41 GMT -6
Chime worried for a moment that his faith in Oboe had been misplaced, that he'd overestimated his dragon brother's abilities. The ki-lance found its mark in green flesh, the Guru screamed, and time seemed to slow down. Was it happening again? Was he going to stand there and watch, helpless, as another friend was killed? The cold biting into his skin was suddenly all too familiar. They weren't out on Mount Frappe, they were in the old Saiyan base, he could see the crumbling walls around him, the hole in the ceiling, and Carro--
Then Oboe's power surged, brilliant gold arms of energy burst from his back, and the illusion was broken. Chime heard the Guru's voice in his mind, composed and very much alive, as he began to restrain Vocado. The Saiyan was too slippery even for that, however, and in a blink he was escaping down below. Dangan and Kanrikosen collided in a brilliant flash and Chime winced. Missed again. Would he ever get a clean shot on this guy? At least Oboe was alright, he was worried his Kanrikosen would hit his brother for a moment.
Vocado didn't stop moving. As soon as he hit the ground, he rushed Yogu's position with snow kicking up in his wake. He'd caught on to what the ghost was doing, it seemed, but Chime wasn't about to let him interfere. He side-stepped between them and channeled ki into his conjured shield, making the whole thing vibrate with energy and glow. The first punch staggered him, but he was able to lift his shield quickly enough to block the second. It tore a hole clean through the metal of the shield, and left Chime open to take the final elbow to the temple. Chime stumbled off to the side with a purple welt already forming on his green skin. He lifted his head to glare back at Vocado, defiant.
"Your own forgetfulness isn't really something to brag about. Unless that was supposed to be a taunt? Your wit's about as sharp as your punches." Chime snapped, then leaped towards Vocado, brandishing the ruined shield and swinging it as a blunt weapon. He would harass him with a series of wild blows until Vocado stopped him, or the shield broke completely, whichever came first.
Skipping w/ permission to block for Yogu
New post order: Yogu --> Nashua --> Oboe --> Vocado --> Chime
Chime uses [MB3] Ki Bulwark to intercept Vocado's [UA2] Savage Salvo! 32% damage taken
PL: 1,540,000
KP: 5/7 -> 2/7 (MB3)
HP: 32%
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Post by Om-Yogu on Feb 17, 2020 20:16:38 GMT -6
Nashua seemed really mad about the whole killing Vocado thing. Shame. " Psh, how many times am I gonna have to tell you, people? That wasn't me on the Lookout or Namek. The person who did that is gone. Sorta. And how the hell are you gonna kill me? Whine me to death? Cause that seems to be all you can do, Queen! The only thing you would be doing for the galaxy by killing me is letting the bastard getaway, so if you're gonna do that I ain't afraid to use this attack on you instead, and I got a distinct feeling nothing in your arsenal can step to this. So either can it and fight Vocado, die, or crawl back to your SHITTY THRONE!" Yogu had more to say, but he just couldn't hold that telepathic connection anymore. It felt like his brain was shutting down. The only thing he could focus on anymore was charging the attack. And boy, was this attack something else. The sparks of electricity coming off his arm had spread across his whole body now and became more like bolts of ki lightning. Yogu couldn't have been bothered to notice. His entire incorporeal body had become a numb pain to him. All he could do now was focus his sight on Vocado, who was being bear-hugged by someone? He couldn't make out just who it was. Even just having his eyes open was a pain to do. For some reason, it felt like someone was shining a light right into his eyes. Very quickly, Vocado became nothing but a blurry outline. Yogu hadn't realized, but ki was coming out from everywhere. His mouth was open with gritted teeth, but a violent blue light was pouring out of it. His eyes, ears, nose, all had ki pouring out in droves, with a near blinding light exuding from it. And all of that tangible ki was moving, going right into his fist. Any loose rocks and boulders near him were sent flying away. The thick layer of snow that covered the whole area they were fighting in melted, any plants and debris at his feet seemed to want to get away from the path of destruction as quickly as possible. The ground was singed where he stepped. Yogu hadn't thought about it much while charging the attack, but he could feel it now. This wasn't just normal ki. Well, it was normal ki. But it was all of his ki. He could feel it in his non-existent bones. He'd die after he used this. " This better be fuckin' worth it..." But what did he mean by dying? He was a ghost. He was already dead. A growing fear began to set in that using all of his ki, his life energy, while he was nothing but life energy would kind of just... Erase him. He'd stop existing. He wouldn't be in the living world or in Otherworld. He'd just be... Gone. And what if this didn't even kill Vocado? " Well, that'd be pretty damn embarrassing, huh? Heh heh..." Yogu had almost considered stopping the charge out of fear. But just as he was about to stop it, he got a sensation in his arm. He wasn't sure how, but he knew what that sensation meant. The attack was ready. And at that moment his fears melted away. He became at peace with the possibility of true death. Although he was comfortable with his incoming fate, he wanted to talk to someone. And who else to talk to, but Chime? " Y-Yo, Chime. What was that you said about being careful with this? Sorry, but I ain't too good at listening. You must know that by now, yeah? S-So the moves ready now. If I'm like, permanently dead this time can you find my parents and tell em- ...Nah, nevermind. I'm cool with how that ended. But when you get Nashi back, tell him to keep trainin' and protect Earth. You better make damn sure he one-ups this attack, got it? You're a real reliable guy, Chime. Take good care of Earth. Oh! And tell Oboe that I'm really super sorry again for Namek." Yogu focuses back on Vocado, who was having a scuffle with Chime. He could see it in the Saiyan's eyes, he was scared. It gave Yogu a sense of satisfaction. Not only that he knew now he was going to get revenge for his friend, and that he was protecting his home, and by stretching his claim ever so slightly, he also totally protected and saved the whole galaxy by killing Vocado. But the biggest feeling of satisfaction came from the closing of the gap. He flashbacked to his first meeting and fight with Vocado. How much stronger Vocado was than him with that Super Saiyan form. But each time they met the gap closed ever so slightly, and he kept catching up. And now, he was going to surpass the bastard. " Damn... You really are a pathetic loser, huh? Maybe if you hadn't talked so much this whole damn fight you would've been able to kill me before I got the chance. Ya really need to learn listening skills, ya know Vocado? Maybe if you had listened to what all those sappy heroic lines you shit talk so much actually meant, you'd still have some friends and wouldn't be in this fight. And maybe, you wouldn't forget my DAMN NAME! I'LL FOLLOW YOU TO HELL IF I GOTTA TO MAKE SURE IT'S BURNED INTO YOUR DAMN MEMORY! REMEMBER THE FUCKING NAME, OM-YOGU YOU BASTARD!" He imagined a line that went directly to Vocado. All he needed to do was follow that line and charge him. It felt like he had all the ki in the world pushing him forward. It'd be hard not to destroy the environment around them, and if he fucked up really bad, he could hit the planet. Who knows what'd happen then? He decided to trust his instincts on his aiming. Overthinking things now would be bad. Yogu reels back his fist as he chooses what his target will be. The head.
OOC: ew ew ew yucky yucky big post
Uses [UT2] Telepathy to chat with Chime and Nashua.
Yogu finishes charging [SIG] Perfect Ki Overdrive! [T1: Force | T2: Sheer Force, Anticipation | T3: Ravage] It will be fired next post!
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Nashua
Administrator
Queen of Arcose
PL: 250,000
Oozaru (x5P) Ultra Super Saiyan (x17/x13T) Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P)
Tag: @nashua
Posts: 1,193
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Post by Nashua on Feb 17, 2020 21:42:27 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P) |
The tension in the air only grew tighter, and Nashua's heartbeat only grew faster as Chime responded to her and Obo'e steadfast belief that there was something wrong with Vocado. The young Namekian insisted that he could not 'sense' anything the matter with him - he could 'only sense him'. Whatever that meant. "You didn't say the same things about your own friends when there was clearly something wrong with them!" Nashua frustratedly replied to the Kami, her eyebrows furrowing and her muscles tensing. Maybe Ramen had a point after all. These Earthlings, and Earth affiliated folk... Did they really care about helping out anyone but themselves? How many times had Kingdom folk, Vocado included, come down to Earth in a time of need, and fight off the threats that plagued it? And yet, whenever it was the Kingdom's time of need, Nashua had yet to see an Earthling risk life and limb to help them out.
And here it was, happening again, the same as it had with Banzo. Everything seemed like it moved in slow motion as Nashua took it all in. Vocado getting ganged up upon by several so-called 'heroes', as he desperately and fearfully fought for his life. The once Monster Yogu, spitting venom from every pore in his body as he prepared a blast with power the likes of which Nashua had ever even thought possible before. And in that instant, she was reminded yet again of her former mentor, whose mind had been infected by an evil plague - and how the heroes of Earth had risen up to murder him in cold blood. They just... Didn't care, did they? She'd thought that Ramen was looking too deeply into what amounted as probably nothing, but here it was, unfolding before her eyes.
"You all... Truly only care about yourselves, don't you?" she finally said - her tone was not an accusatory one, however. It was a tone of defeat, of somber acceptance. Nashua bit her lip and stared at the ground for a few moments, thoughts ruminating in her mind. She could just leave Earth and never return, dedicate herself to the bettering of Arcose, while abandoning Vocado. But she couldn't just... Abandon him, right? Not when he was in so dire need of help, not when no one else would. But neither would she raise a weapon against the defenders of Earth. Selfish, flawed as they were, they were fighting in defense of their home - or at least seemed to believe they were. How much could she really fault them for that? Were she an Earthling, she'd likely be in the same boat. There was one thing she could do, however.
In a blink, Nashua had swooped in between the ghost of Yogu, and the shell of Vocado, her eyebrows furrowed and lips tightened in an expression of sheer determination. "Om-Yogu," she declared, "If you wish to harm Vocado, then the only avenue you have is right through me! And that goes for all the rest of you, as well! You have my word that Vocado will not harm another soul on this planet, and he will answer for his crimes - but you will not lay a finger on him, lest it be at the cost of my life, a life I have dedicated to the protection of all people of the galaxy - yours included!"
TAGS: Oboe
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Post by Oboe on Feb 18, 2020 18:26:40 GMT -6
Oboe was astonished; Even as his grip had resolved to tighten and hold, Vocado’s sheer force of will seemed to spring forth and grant the Saiyan strength. They truly were remarkable, weren’t they? The Saiyan, For all of his hateful words and blustering bravado – there was a real power behind the former King’s determination. The Sage knew, that his time training and growing in strength had not been in vain. The mere fact that he was causing this Warrior to pause was enough to show evidence that he had made the right decision in his sequestered studies. In recognizing the growth in the experiences, he had overcome.
Yet, his experience did not match the Saiyans pure gift for combat. Finding an opening, a moment, from the time he released his energy blade, Vocado managed to shatter the mighty offensive hold and use their height in the sky to his advantage. What was worse, It seemed Chime had an attack prepared to slam into the Saiyan from behind, within his grip. As the Dangan collided with the Kanrikosen – Oboe’s arms flailed behind him as he also entered a free-fall, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of the tremendous explosion caused by their joined attack.
“Woah!” He Exclaimed, his limbs returning to their natural state as the Shockwave pushed him down at tremendous speeds. He had to admit, the gap in their combat experience had made Vocado a truly terrifying foe to behold. Entering a backflip, Oboe managed to catch himself and land – feet first – at nearly the same moment as Vocado, though a slight distance behind where the other had landed. He watched with worry as the ruthless madman rushed the Ghost of Om-Yogu and Chime, with the later standing in defense of the other! No! He couldn’t let Chime face that alone!
“Chime!” He Yelled, racing behind Vocado in an attempt to catch up, only to watch with impressed eyes as Chime did his absolute best to hold of the Warrior. Though he seemed to stumble, his ‘little brother’ was doing okay. It was a moment In which Oboe could honestly admit that the other truly impressed him. His strength, his prowess, all of it had been earned through the experiences he’d gained on Earth. In many ways, he was Proud of the young Namekian as a Grandfather would be his grandchildren, a strange feeling but the resonance of peace within made it feel even more right.
As Vocado retreated, slightly aerial, Oboe prepared himself for a counter-offensive. His anger about being lunged upon even after he spoke in defense of the other still bubbled within, the tuffulized genetics influenced him further. Strike at the Saiyan, do it now! His body began to hum with energy, the power of his Righteous Force gathering within as the shape of the massive sphere began to form in his mind – so too did it begin to form in his hand. He was ready to release more upon this warrior, his own blood beginning to boil with anticipation. Yet, a voice and vision cut deep to the core causing him pause.
Nashua…
The Saiyan girl whom had been a Hero to his people, protected and helped Namek more than once, even more recently offering protection to those participating in Nameks sacred rite of the hunt. He had grown a tremendous amount of adoration and respect for the woman – so her presence before Vocado, standing directly infront of him as a shield to Yogu’s attack caused him great distress. Surely she couldn’t be serious?! Even now, with all his actions before her, she wanted to protect him? How foolish! How Insane! How…like…him…
Was he much different than Her? Until now, until this moment, had he ever done anything out of anger? Out of greed or personal ambition? No…he’d always done things for others, trusting in their own hearts even when it came to his own detriment. If this situation was reversed, and it had been Chime, or Xander, or Vuzel, or Steno; Could Oboe truly say he wouldn’t do the same as she? There was history between the two Saiyans, a history he could not understand nor fathom as it was not his own life – yet he understood the bonds of familial ties. The feeling of needing to protect your own.
Calling out to Nashua, he had to try to talk her out of this course of action. Her sacrifice may had been able to cause him a moments pause but it did not seem to be the case of Yogu. He could feel the mans intent from all the way over here. There wasn’t much time and he didn’t think anything was going to stop what was coming next.
“Nashua, Please! You have to understand – I do not want this course of action either. If there were a way to truly imprison one such as he, with strength as he possesses, do you truly not believe they wouldn’t attempt to do so? I’m sorry…Its just…its not possible. Even with the techniques at our disposal, there’s no way to safely stop him from further harm…I’m- I’m sorry. I do understand…”
He hoped his words would cause her to change her course of action. He desperately wished for her to be safe – to make the right call. But to her, he was sure, this was the right call. With his options limiting, he contemplated doing what he was advised not to by Chime. Should he attempt his Prison Seal technique and try and separate the wickedness in Vocado’s heart from him? He owed it to Nashua to try and find a non-lethal solution – but time was running out.
Resolving in his decision, Oboe would pause for a moment as he prepared himself to act. Should Yogu not hesitate and launch his offensive, should Vocado move against Nashua, Oboe was prepared; His elastic limbs loosened as he readied himself to fling them at the young lady in a defensive motion and pull her away from the danger. At this moment, that was truly all he could do for her. There was no stopping what was to come.
Oboe Power Level: 2,880,000
Actions Taken: Oboe Prepares to use his Elastic Limbs to pull Nashua out of the way of Danger. Otherwise he does nothing.
KP Restored +1
KP: 3/3
Dmg: 15%
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