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Post by Vocado on Feb 18, 2020 19:34:10 GMT -6
No.
He felt the chilling grip of despair when his fist met Ki. He didn’t make contact with Yogu. Chime had stepped in the way. His energy was a brilliant and shining beacon; proof that destiny itself was turning every gear it could to stop Vocado from fulfilling his purpose.
This cannot be possible.
”You...”
Chime leaped at him, but Vocado barely regarded him. With a simple, furious motion, he let loose an incredibly powerful backhand. It would knock Chime aside like the worm he was— whether by sheer force, or through the slug’s own disgusting dexterity. Either way, he was a non-issue. The crackling, earth-rumbling, fear-instilling attack that Yogu was pouring his very soul into, however? That was something to think about.
Its mere presence sucked the wind out of Vocado’s lungs. His muscles calmed, and the fading irises that the Titan state caused were in full view. It was almost as if you could see each pupil trembling. For the first time since Boreal, Vocado was well and truly frozen in fear.
The only thing Vocado could think to do was put distance between them. Leaping back, he floated in the air, lost for words. What could he do? What could he say? Was there a taunt or retort or plea he could make? Yogu seemed to have no real control over his power now. Even if the boy wanted to, there was no way to stop the next few seconds.
He took a breath, shaky and deep, and accepted his end.
There was a beat. A pregnant pause as he waited for the pain.
”Nashua?”
His brows furrowed. Nashua stood tall and defiant in front of him. A bulwark, full of faith. She could save Vocado. Not from this so-called Hero. But from himself.
This is perfect.
He should have been concerned. Scared. Worried. Instead he felt relief. Another issue dealt with, perhaps. He couldn’t let that show, though. He gave her a genuine smile— though perhaps for reasons counter to Nashua’s assumptions— but it quickly faded to a concerned frown. He needed to be careful with his words.
”Nashua— No! This isn’t your consequence to bear! You hear me? Huh?! Get the hell out of here!”
There was genuine emotion in his voice, or so it seemed. He was a good actor. Most royals tended to be, and Vocado was far from an exception. Whether he was laying it on too thick or not, however, he wasn’t sure.
”You don’t get to take my sins and shoulder them! It’s not yours! I won’t let the only good person I know die to defend a monster, you got that?!”
He grabbed Nashua by the shoulder, and attempted to push her out of the way. If he succeeded, he’d splay his limbs out like a star, trying to cover as much room as possible so Yogu’s attack would hit him instead. Knowing Nashua, there was nothing in the world that’d stop her from taking this shot for him. She was too pure, too driven to let Vocado die at this moment.
”HEY JACKASS! WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? PLAY THAT BROKEN RECORD ONE MORE TIME, YOU COWARD!”
His face was stern, and yet a tear found its way down his cheek. He’d practiced that all the way back in his academy days. Kalabas used to tease him for being so good at it.
”Just go, Nashua.”
KP: 0/3
Used [UA2] Savage Salvo towards Chime!
66% Power for a damage potential of: 2,199,120!
Forcibly reverted to Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P)
New PL: 3,136,000
Damage Taken: 36%
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Post by Chime on Feb 18, 2020 23:51:27 GMT -6
Vocado's backhand slammed into Chime's form like a crashing spacepod. The Namekian had just enough time to bring his shield up again before the Saiyan's fist crashed into it, shattering the metal to pieces and sending Chime flying across the battlefield, into the snow.
...Wait, no. Not the snow. The mud.
What?
Chime opened his eyes to see that the ground beneath him was, in fact, wet with freshly melted snow. So was the whole area around them, centered around where Yogu was standing. The young ghost was absolutely brimming with power now, more than Chime had ever seen coming from one person. It was awe-inspiring, almost too big to comprehend...and also frightening. Could Yogu really control something like that? One false move... he didn't want to imagine what that would do to the planet. It would kill Vocado if it landed, that was certain. The fear growing in Chime's gut turned to lead as Yogu's voice entered his mind again. He sounded convinced that this attack would kill him, which wasn't surprising with the overwhelming amount of energy it was putting out, but devastating all the same. Chime pushed himself back to his feet and ran towards him.
"Yogu!!" He shouted, then doubled over coughing up purple blood into his hand. It was at this point he realized that his body no longer had the dense blue glow of the Super Namekian form around it, but his usual aura. He blinked in surprise at his own hand for a second. That last attack must have been too much, but he'd been so concerned with everything else that he hadn't noticed. There was no time to worry about that now, though. He turned back to Yogu, desperation in his now brown eyes.
"Yogu, please! We can defeat him together, without this crazy attack! This is exactly what I was worried about! Just--" Just what, exactly? Could Yogu even stop if he wanted to, at this point? All that energy he amassed had to go somewhere, didn't it?
Nashua's words cut through his thoughts. Chime looked up to where she was now hovering protectively in front of Vocado. The lead weight in his stomach turned to katchin. Of course she would want to protect her fellow Saiyan, especially if she thought he could be helped. How could he convince her otherwise? Chime called out to her as Oboe, too, tried to get her to see reason.
"Nashua, listen to me! Whatever darkness is inside him is his own, so far as I can tell! My 'evil vacuum' or whatever you called it wouldn't help him. I'd just be taking out parts of him. It would be..." He shook his head. He wasn't truly sure what would happen if Siphon Evil was used to extract a non-magical evil, but all his theories ended in horror, "...Look. I know where you're coming from, I really do, but Nashi is dead. Carro is dead. Countless others whose names I don't know are dead, people who can't level buildings with their fists, who never stood a chance. I'm a terrible Guardian for letting any of that happen, but I'd be an even worse one if I didn't end the threat he poses. So please, stand down." His expression broke a bit, shifting from desperate to just sad. Unlike Vocado's display, the emotion was genuine, "After the wish and everything, you really don't trust me?"
Chime kept his eyes on Nashua and Vocado, but his thoughts went out to the un-ignorable electric power at his back that was Yogu, "Yogu. I know you're angry. You're probably the only one on this damn planet who's as angry as I am. But don't take it out on her. She's a good person. She's...wrong, but she's a good person. I'm sure I'd be dead several times over if it wasn't for her. So please...don't repay her like this."
Chime blocks Vocado's [UA2] Savage Salvo with [UB2] Ki Shield, for 1,016,400 PL. He takes 58% damage, ouch!
At 0 KP he's forced out of Super Namekian and back into Empowered Namek! New PL: 420,000 (ayyy)
PL: 420,000
KP: 0/3 (-2 UB2)
HP: 90%
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Post by Om-Yogu on Feb 19, 2020 0:40:51 GMT -6
Chime said something in his mind. Yogu didn't care. There were more important things to focus on. What was coming was out of everyone's control. "Ugh, don't use my full name, dumbass Queen. J-Just call me Yogu." What Nashua said really, really pissed Yogu off. At this point, he was starting to want to punch the Queen instead of Vocado. " Kais, you're really fuckin stupid! This guy's playin' you like a fiddle and he's gonna end up gettin' away with it if you go through with this!" Yogu looked at Vocado, and he could see straight through the expression on his face. It was like he could smell his sliminess. " He crossed a line where whatever imprisonment or punishment you give him isn't going to be enough a LOOOONG FUCKING TIME AGO! Leave that punishment to Yemma and his Ogres you MORON!" Everything he had was stretched far beyond what he was capable of at this point. He could only say so much more. Until he heard what Vocado said. That pushed him even further into his rage. Yogu's blurry vision went entirely red. This rage gave him even more willpower, letting him hold on for a little longer. " SHUT THE HELL UP BASTARD! NO ONE ASKED YOU TO TALK SO FUCKING CAN IT!- NASHUAAAAAAHHH! Quit being a selfish BASTARD! WE'RE THE ONES WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT OURSELVES?! YOU HYPOCRITICAL SCUMBAG! You're gonna throw your life away for this soulless monster?! What, so maybe as you die he'll make kissy faces at you or somethin'?! You got a damn planet to run! Do you not care about your people? IS THAT IT?! CAN'T EVEN BACK UP YOUR OWN PEOPLE! Get your KAI DAMNED PRIORITIES STRAIGHT! LET THAT BE MY LAST MESSAGE TO YOU BEFORE YOU NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! YOU BETTER LIVE, DAMN IIIIIIIT!" Everyone was moving at once, it was getting too hard for Yogu to keep up. It felt like he was on the verge of exploding! " Man... This really sucks..." Vocado said to play the broken record, and Yogu knew that it was now or never. " Gladly." Yogu took a step forward, and it was a struggle. It felt like his entire nonexistent body was screaming at him to stop. But he ignored it. Just like he ignored Chime's pleas to stop. His struggling walk turned into a run, and that run turned into him flying straight for Vocado. His fist was out first, and he was aiming to put it straight through his head. Behind Yogu, Ki swirled and lightning arced off him, striking the ground with enough force to leaves massive cracks in it. The landscape around them was torn apart in a matter of seconds. It felt like an unbelievably powerful earthquake suddenly rocked the Mountain. But it was much larger than that, the entire Earth began to tremor, steeling itself for what was to come. The blindingly bright ki trailed behind Yogu and began to take the shape of a hideous beast. A demon. It took the form of Monster. Yogu lets out a guttural roar and the ki Monster does too, creating an effect on his voice that sounded like hell itself. Yogu's fist collided with something. He wasn't sure what it was. He didn't really care what it was at this point. After his fist landed... Total destruction.
 First, a blinding white light engulfed everything. Those watching from the mountain would see a dome of light seemingly absorb those fighting at a distance. The ground beneath those on the ground would get incredibly hot, then vanish beneath their feet. Vaporized from the release of so much energy. Whoever was left alive after this must've felt like they had touched the sun for a moment. With sight and touch out of the way, next was sound. That roar turned into what sounded like a thunderbolt slamming directly next to those closeby. And just as quickly as that sound came, it left. All that was left was the low rumbling of the debris. And that debris was something else. Any trees, plants, and anything that wasn't rock and dirt was completely gone, as far as the eye could see. It looked like plains in the aftermath of a wildfire rather than a snowy forest. Even then, the rock and dirt weren't entirely safe. Starting from the point where Yogu's fist hit, a canyon had formed in his wake. One that stretched for miles. Once that rumbling subsided, it became strangely quiet. Peaceful. Yogu was gone. Was it permanent this time? Was this horrific display of power his last hurrah before he stopped existing? Only time would tell.
OOC: The deed is done. Die.
Yogu fires [SIG] Perfect Ki Overdrive! [T1: Force | T2: Sheer Force, Anticipation | T3: Ravage] at Vocado! Damage Dealt: 14,193,272 PL Damage. INTENT TO KILL!
The recoil deals 9,367,559 PL Damage to Yogu! This is 433% of Yogu's Defensive PL. He is now dead.
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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 19, 2020 1:35:50 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P) |
It seemed the very world itself did not want Nashua to act. Though she'd stood steadfast, both in stature and in her beliefs, they were not respected. But, then again, when were they ever? As Nashua felt memories race through her mind, all she could think of were how many times she'd tried and failed to act with peace in mind. Her negotiations on Namek for the Dragon Balls had done little else but spur bloodshed. Her vying for peace between Earth and Vegeta had only let her own soldiers slip through and cause mayhem. And all she wanted for Arcose was peace, an end to the thousand year long conflict, only for many to see her as a tyrant, a cruel dictator.
And at long last, the end of the road: the very people she had fought for, nearly died for, tried to protect, refusing to listen to her final plea. Oboe's arms wrapped themselves around her, and pulled her away with a ferocious might - for a brief moment, it seemed that Nashua would be whisked off to the side without resistance, and allow her last stand to end in, yet again, failure.
But then, Nashua's ki flared, and a brief burst of power knocked the limbs away.
"I won't fail this time," she vowed, her golden hair shining as she stepped forth, grim determination plastered across her face. "I told you I would stand in his defense, and asked of you to back down. But fine - if this is what you want, then come on!" The Saiyan braced herself, her ki flaring up as tremendously as it ever had before. The might of a Super Saiyan coursed through her veins, and she would use that power to protect! Just as she had always vowed! Yogu's own ki exploded viciously, but Nashua stood undeterred as she stepped in front of the raging bull that began to charge forward. She would block him! She'd blocked many an attack before, and this strike was no different! "I AM NASHUA, OF THE SAIYAN KINGDOM! AND YOU WON'T HARM MY KING!"The Saiyan raised her hands before her, and a dark purple barrier of pure ki was erected between the palms, stretching out to envelop her entire body. The barrier held more durability than any material known to man, a barrier stronger than the planets themselves. It had to be enough! The burning comet that was Yogu- no, that was Monster pierced forth, and ultimately, it slammed against the barrier with enough might to pulverize a star system. The shockwave of the blow alone felt like enough to blast the skin off Nashua's bones, but she held steady. "I... Won't... Fail...!" she said through grit teeth. "I won't... I WON'T...""GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGH!"The barrier gave way. Fist met armor, then flesh, then muscle, then bone. Then muscle again, flesh again; before it pierced through yet another layer of armor. Golden hair turned brown, and blue eyes turned yellow. The strange part was the lack of pain Nashua felt. She stood still, with her arms remaining in their outstretched position, until Yogu had finally finished plowing straight through her torso, as a straw pierces through the top of a juice box. After he'd gone out the other end, Nashua hadn't a clue what was happening behind her. She feared that if she were to turn around, all that remained inside her might collapse. Dare she look down? Slowly, her golden eyes drifted downwards, and where they normally would have been met with her chest and stomach, there remained a gaping hole through the center.
Nashua's arms began to tremble. Then her legs. The rest of her body soon followed. "I... Failed," she softly mumbled before the last of her strength failed her, and she collapsed backwards. For all her strength, for all she'd done, and for all she'd sought to do, only one word remained in her drifting mind to describe what would remain of her legacy: failure.
TAGS: Oboe
Nashua jumps in the way of Yogu's [SIG] with an [MB3] to block the blow for Vocado!
14,193,272 - 3,456,000 = 10,737,272 x 0.75 = 8,052,954 damage, or 233% damage! Nashua is pierced through and killed!
Her body reduces the damage by a further 3,456,000 PL, leaving 4,596,954 damage headed towards Vocado!
Nashua also drops her Mastered Super Saiyan form and falls to the ground - with consent of other players in the split, she will have one more post before she dies.
KP: 3/3 > 0/3
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Post by Oboe on Feb 20, 2020 19:07:12 GMT -6
Through their cries of resistance, their pleas to a woman they both considered a friend, Chime and Oboe were forced to bare witness to the events that would transpire. Om-Yogu had completed his preparations and in a moment, was upon the duo, Vocado and Nashua, releasing every ounce of energy he’d gathered. The Scene – a scene that played out in slow motion – was something one could not have imagined happening. He had tried, with all his might, to use his strength to pull Nashua out of the way of Yogu’s attack, struggled against yet felt her budge…and then…he lost it. His arms flailed to either side as she exploded with power. His eyes widened as she brought forth her defense against Yogu; Her barrier of energy releasing dangerous bolts of electricity to tear into the snow-covered ground below – marring the earth with scars and causing the snow to melt near instantly. The display was blinding, yet he could not turn away. Even though he’d wanted Vocado to stand for his crimes, he had never wanted anything bad to happen to Nashua. He watched, helplessly as her defenses began to buckle, as she cried out in defiance how she’d protect ‘her king’. The cracks appeared in the barrier long before he could attempt to assist her. In that moment, that shining defiant moment, Nashua shined with a glimmer of hope that radiated outward with intent and caused tears to well up in the eyes of the elder namekian. However, as brilliant and radiant as it was – it was over in a flash. Soon her golden glow of power faded to her normal brown as Om-Yogu’s attack cleaved itself right through her chest – releasing a backlash wave of force to slam into the one she swore to protect. Its mitigated force however? Nashua would fall, from the sky, hole in her chest wide and gaping. Oboe was upon her, fast, his body moving swiftly to catch her before she’d hit the ground. He cradled her softly in his arms, tears now flowing profusely from his face as he cried out to her in a rasp, barely audible tone. It was clear that she must’ve meant a lot to the Guru, his reaction spoke of a thousand words he’d never get to say. “…Why…Why did you do something so- so boneheaded, so stupid…Oh Nashua…”
Like a wounded father cradling his injured child, Oboe wept over her. He couldn’t contain what he was feeling in the slightest, as if all the pain he’d been bottling up, the misery, finally allowed itself to be felt all at once. His eyes were tightly shut for the moment as he tried to think of anything he could do! His magic couldn’t heal a wound this severe. He knew that. He couldn’t give her a Senzu Bean, there was no esophagus to hold it in. He was forced, as her blood coated his robes, his hands, his arms, to bare witness to the death of one of the most noble and kind individuals he’d ever met. It was in this thought, above all others, that the rage began to bubble within. Death like eyes stared hard at Vocado as he whispered; “He wasn’t worth it…”He cared not for the other who was most likely also going to fall to the ground. No. This was his fault. This was ALL his fault. He’d killed Carro, he’d harmed Chime, he’d even attempted to gain some leverage here and cause damage to the Earth. The rage began to boil within to the point that Oboe had to slowly, gingerly, place her down on the cold ground – though he first removed his robe vest for her to lay atop of. Silently, angrily, he would stand and approach the other. His voice deep, strong, angry. The tuffulized DNA within his body urging him forward – begging him to act. “This is all your fault…you lying, manipulative, conniving…”
Oboe would continue his approach, the wind began to pick up as his violence filled the air. For the first time, ever, beyond the feelings Kitiana had brought forth with her attack on his village. Beyond the feeling of betrayal granted to him by Om Yogu, beyond the anger he’d felt during all these instances; Oboe – Guru of Namek, the Kindest and most forgiving of all the Namekians – was furious. There was no explanation of the feeling welling up within. Never before had he felt such a homicidal lust to kill another. Never once before had he desired so clearly to strangle the life from another’s body as he felt right now. As he approached, the very power within his body began to encapsulate over just his right arm. The ground now began to tremble as his power magnified. “..no good liar. YOU did this Vocado. The sad part? I can see through you like glass…you would play with the emotions of another, you would allow the innocent to die for your own wicked needs. I see no, chime was right…there is no redemption for you…”
Oboe would stand before Vocado – rage imbued throughout his form – and aim his entire glowing arm at the man. A Sphere of energy began to form in his palm as its power threatened to cause the ground beneath him to crack and tear. The rage in his eyes was clear, there would be no talking him out of this…there would be no stopping him. There was no one left in the area that could. No, Oboe was too furious to be talked down and as the energy continued to build, it was clear that all he had to do was release it into Vocado and that would be the end of all of this. “One flick of my wrist; That’s all your life is worth – that all it would take you Bastard. You deserve it, its what you desired most isn’t it you insane maniac!?!”
With a snarl to his tone, it seemed apparent that Oboe was going to end this right here. Right now. "That’s how you do it right? You just, flick your wrist and stop caring about the life you take? I feel this would be a good test of my abilities! Finally become the warrior you people keep trying to turn me into! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?! IS IT!!!!?!!”Manic words escaped an angry soul, yet, as the energy in his palm grew – he took a moment to stare at Nashua. Her near lifeless body a testament to the sacrifice she’d committed to. To the life she’d given her own to save. In that moment, angry as he was, The Namekian spat on the ground and disengaged his energy. He turned his back on the other, ready to return to Nashua’s side. “…I wont disgrace her sacrifice…by making it worthless. Besides…You’re not even worth the waste of ki…”
Oboe forsook Vocado, completely. He didn’t care how the man felt – and if he deemed it necessary to get up and try something? Oboe would, without hesitation, end the man’s existence. For now, he knelt beside Nashua once more and returned to his silence. He should never have come to this Damnedable planet. He should’ve never once come here. "...Nashua..."
Whew! Lots of Emotion here!
Oboe Catches Nashua's near lifeless body and tries to comfort her in the final hours.
Allowing his anger to overtake him, Oboe Nearly Fires his MA3 Howitzer Cannon at Vocado...!!!
Not wishing to sully the sacrifice, Oboe ceases and returns to Nashua's side.
Yep...whole lotta nothin going on here.
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Post by Vocado on Feb 20, 2020 20:45:24 GMT -6
Vocado's chest heaved, as a massive burst of air filled his lungs. The force of the blast had knocked him unconscious, though for how long he'd never know. As his gasping breath filled him, the light of day returned, though muffled. His view was obscured by rock and debris, and his entire body stung with a dull yet ever-present pain. He was bleeding from somewhere, and what he had once called armor was reduced to scrap, barely clinging to his chest. And yet, he had the widest smile he'd ever given. Shaking his head, the Saiyan tucked the elation away for now, punching his hand through the dome-like collection of rubble and letting loose another, perhaps more overdramatic gasp. He wiped the hair from his sweat-stained face, which was decidedly not the golden hue of a Super Saiyan. It helped him seem a little more desperate, or so he thought. "Nashua? NASHUA?!"He looked around as he stumbled to his feet (that part was real), groaning as he shakily stood. Hunched over, he rolled his eyes at the sight before him. Cradled by the Namekian Sage was Nashua's barely conscious body. Guru was furious, or so it seemed. How very annoying. "No..."Vocado snorted, but covered it up decently well as a sniffling cry. Oboe began his approach quickly, chastising the young once-king for his manipulation and trickery. "No, it's not like that. She wasn't supposed to..." To what? He couldn't actually think of a good excuse this time. It sounded better if he trailed off anyway. Maybe the distant, thousand-yard stare would help him that little bit longer. For a moment, he gave Nashua the kind of stare one might give to a wounded puppy. He felt for her, somewhere deep in the pits of himself, but it was a faint and brittle worry. The passing curiosity for a coughing stranger's well-being before you never see them again. He should have been bawling. Inconsolable. Instead, he barely kept his smile hidden. He'd really survived whatever madness he'd just seen! Sure, he'd die soon enough, but these delightful last few moments filled him with an inescapable glee. Furious, the Namekian leveled his arm against the Saiyan's slouched, panting form. The tension was palpable. Vocado's face that of a broken and destitute man. He'd failed, or at least that's the persona he tried to put on. As the energy grew stronger, however, he let out a... Giggle. Coughing, Vocado tried his best to cover it up. "She... Heh-- She tried to... Ahhaha!"The ruse was over. He let loose a laughing fit, covering his face and snorting out another chortle. It sounded like the laughter of a preschooler who'd just given a girl a rose as a prank. The kind of childish, capricious innocence that Vocado should be the farthest from in this moment. "PFffffftAaaaaaaahaha!-- I'm sorry, I just can't! The big speech, the screaming, the self-righteousness-- I thought Yogu was bad, but come on!" He wiped a tear away, shaking his head like he'd heard a good joke. "I've never seen a more useless group of idiots in my life! You've killed each other far better than I ever could." Turning to Chime, he gestured in the general area where Yogu's dust was. "Aren't you two supposed to be guardians or something? Can see right through me, but the homicidal ghost was perfect for the team."Tilting his head, he gave Nashua the kind of frown a mother would give to their messy child. "You really screwed the pooch this time, huh?" Rolling his eyes, he straightened himself out, rolling his shoulders as he did. Something in there was definitely broken, and it was only now that he realized half of his prosthetic arm was missing. Everything below the elbow was torn to shreds. "Par for the course in your case, I guess."Oboe relented, finally, much to Vocado's surprise. Dodging the attack would've taken some serious effort, but it was far from impossible. Part of him wondered why he was so worked up, anyways. Did these two have a history? Maybe Nashua was sweet on him. Then again, surely even she wasn't naive enough to think that pairing would work out. "How noble of you. Her honor shan't be sullied by your rage today, no sir!""Maybe mine can shoulder the burden."With a wink, he pointed his finger toward Nashua whilst Oboe was returning to her aid, and a thin beam of Ki blinked forwards. It aimed to stab through her barely-beating heart, ending her life those few precious seconds early. Success or no, he'd wipe his hand off on what remained of his leggings, chuckling again as he smeared the dust away. "That's two problems gone, I suppose."His eyes glanced, briefly, toward the horizon. Two more powerful warriors were fast approaching, though one could only be detected through his half-malfunctioning Scouter. Carro and Kayen? Such an odd pairing. "And two more on the way," he grumbled. Groaning, he forced his golden form to pulse out one last time. He knew he was on borrowed time, but he wouldn't let them celebrate their Pyrrhic victory for free. He'd decided long ago to make them work for each drop of blood, and he'd keep to that. "Alright then," he taunted, "You two want in on the next round, or..?"
KP: 1/3
Used [ITEM] Armor! Defensive PL boosted to 3,332,000!
Took full bleed-through from Perfect Overdrive (139%)
Current Damage: 175% [!!!]
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Post by Chime on Feb 21, 2020 0:51:34 GMT -6
What happened next would be forever burned into Chime's memory, almost literally. The crackling mass of energy that Yogu had become surging forward and up, past Chime and towards Vocado. If there had been any hair on his Namekian body it would have been singed off in that moment. As it was, he felt like he'd scraped by a flaming comet. If that's how he felt just being close, he couldn't imagine how Yogu felt...or how it would feel to be hit by it. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Nashua flew in front of the attack. The barrier she conjured up was strong, stronger than anything Chime could hope to create, but Yogu's attack was several magnitudes stronger. The sheer power of the ki was searing a hole through his senses, to the point where it was almost un-sensable. Nashua's barrier cracked, then cracked again, then broke completely, and the sound of it was deafening. It was like thunder cracking directly inside his skull and it left his ears ringing. Chime could feel a scream in his throat, but he couldn't hear himself over the chaos, and he had no idea what he said. A name, maybe, but he wasn't sure who's.
Deafening sound, blinding light, overwhelming power. Chime wasn't sure he himself was still alive in the midst of it. Maybe Yogu had messed up and hit the planet, and now the world was ending. But then the sound faded, the light dimmed, and the power diminished into nothing. In its wake it left devastation the likes of which Chime had never seen before. Yogu's form was nowhere to be found, and Chime couldn't feel his life force. He realized with dull shock that he couldn't feel anyone's, not even his own. That sixth sense of his was shot, the same as his hearing. Nashua's form, however, was plainly visible, as was the fact he could see straight through her torso as she fell.
Oboe ran and caught her, and Chime knew he should go to them. He should do something, try to help. Maybe with both their healing magics together, they could somehow save her. He knew he should do that, but he couldn't make his body move. Everything felt distant, like Chime was watching it from outside his body, or maybe somewhere deep, deep within his own head. The ringing in his ears stopped and his hearing gradually returned, but everything was muffled as if underwater. Oboe was saying something, but he couldn't make out what it was.
Across the ruined battlefield, some rubble shifted. From out of the rocks emerged Vocado, his hair black again and horribly scathed but, somehow, alive. Nashua had saved him after all. Chime dully registered his knees giving out and hitting the ground beneath him. It had all been for nothing. All the loss and devastation that just happened in an instant, it was meaningless, because their foe was still standing. Oboe got up to speak to him, fight him maybe, but Chime lost track. His thoughts folded entirely inward, somewhat like the moment earlier when he thought of Carro, but ten times worse. The Senbyo tower coated in Nashi's blood, Carro shot through and LEO in pieces, Sensoa's green flames engulfing Central City, Synthesia crazed and alone on a distant world, Banshee reduced to nothing, Ramen's demonic red power blasting his arm clean off. Fresh blood coating the perfect square tiles of the Lookout, pouring from his enemy, from wounds Chime himself created--
Vocado's ki beam cut through his thoughts the same as it cut through the air and Nashua's heart. The slow-motion, underwater world sped up all at once, and everything sharpened into painful clarity. Everything that was happening around him, and everything that had happened up to this point, was all too horrible to think about, so Chime didn't. He didn't think of anything at all, except for the fact that his enemy was still moving, and he needed to stop that from happening. His world narrowed down to the single point that still made sense. Without quite realizing what he was doing, Chime stood again and began approaching Vocado, at a walk at first but it quickly became a run, then flying across the ground. His hands moved in the familiar motion of magic until a longsword appeared in his hands. Deathly silent, especially in comparison to what just occurred, Chime flew towards Vocado with his blade pointed out, aiming to jam it into the space where mechanical arm met flesh.
You all broke god
PL: 420,000
KP: 1/3 (+1 for no Action)
HP: 90%
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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 21, 2020 2:58:44 GMT -6
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So this was what it felt like to die, then? As Nashua's strength gave out, and she could feel that which had fueled her life begin to leak from the emptiness that now took up the majority of her torso, she struggled to summon even the least bit bit of ki to prevent herself from smashing into the icy floor below. Her body was in a frail state, to say the least, and such a rough landing would've spelled the end for her - though the arms of the Namekian that had tried to save her before once again reached out, and this time caught her limp body before it could finish its final descent. Nashua's body now lay cradled in the Namekian sage's arms, and she tilted her head to the side to allow it to rest on something. A rather sweaty pillow, she dully thought, though as he spoke and his words pierced her ears, she only scarcely registered them.
Something about her being... Stupid? How comforting. Why wasn't he healing her wound? Didn't have have that power? Or was that Chime...? Her wound couldn't have been that bad, right? Though Nashua attempted to crane her neck down to see her own stomach, she found that to be too painful, and allowed herself to limp back onto Oboe's chest again. Oboe said something more, but Nashua idly noticed that there was water dripping down from his face. Were those... Tears? What was he crying for? She was going to be fine, right? "Hey..." she weakly said, "You're gonna... Get tears in my wound..." That was about all she could manage before she broke into a fit of coughs. And by god were they the most painful coughs she'd ever hacked up. Each jerk of her body felt like a bolt of lightning piercing down her spine.
Then, Oboe set her body down on something warm and a bit soft - were they his robes? All Nashua could do was watch with glazed over eyes as the Guru approached Vocado - Vocado! The smallest of smiles emerged on Nashua's dying lips as she saw that he'd survived. She hadn't taken all that pain for nothing, then. And from what he'd said before, her act of selflessness had been enough to snap him free from whatever had taken hold of him. Despite her pain, Nashua slowly inched her upper body up, resting on her elbows, to get a better look at the former King. It was then that she was able to glance down and see the full image of her grisly wound - "Ahh..." she fearfully gasped with a tremble. That was... A lot bigger than she'd thought. And... Gaping. And bloody. And was that the floor beneath her she was seeing through it?
In a panic, her eyes darted around to the other three around her. Chime seemed utterly stunned in shock, unable to move. "Ch-Chime," Nashua helplessly croaked out, "Your... Your healing... Please... Oboe...!" But she received no response. Then her eyes moved to Oboe and Vocado. At first, her former King looked just as horrified as she was - which seemed proof enough she'd saved him from the remorseless being he was before. But then... He laughed. The fear on Nashua's face slowly collapsed as he spoke, and it seemed to slink into something more of a... Mortified realization. She hadn't driven away whatever was possessing him, then...?
...No. It wasn't that. For there had never been an outside influence, had there? Chime had said it himself - he could only sense Vocado's own energy. Even Oboe had come to that realization before her. This was no demon pulling the strings, this was... Vocado. And the man he'd decided to become. Only now, as she struggled to catch each breath, was Nashua understanding the truth of it. All the warnings, all the signs, everything had led up to this moment, and Vocado had put it simply: she had screwed the pooch, par for the course. Her body trembling, and her golden orbs welling up with tears, Nashua spoke up again, using all her strength to raise her voice loud enough for the other Saiyan to hear. "V-Vocado, you-" she started to say. A raise of Vocado's finger and a burst of light from it cut her off, however. As did the laser beam that pierced through her chest and destroyed her heart.
With a pathetic cough, Nashua fell back down to the ground, her head rolling off to the side as blood began to leak from her mouth and nostrils. The tears that had already formed in her eyes rolled softly down the side of her head and became entangled in her hair, while the eyes they fell from grew dark: bright, beaming gold eyes became dull, muted yellow ones. The last thought Nashua ever held was why no one had helped her, when she'd spent her life helping others.
TAGS: Oboe
Nashua is dead
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Feb 21, 2020 5:05:04 GMT -6
FUSED LEO's PL: 5,001,650 (x25T ACTIVE | LIFE LINK | 200,066 PL BASE)
The stench of death and charred flesh blanked the air in a choking aroma, even from far away to Carro's attuned senses. He figured should have been used to this by now, but the dread continued to lash at his mind in waves. He slowed his pace in the scattered clouds, core pulsing in his torso like the hammer of the heart stolen from him. "...This can't get worse." He clutched his head with one hand, finally peering down from the sky to the scene below. A phantom pain echoed through his mechanized body. He felt like he was going to hurl at the sight of another innocent body- Yogu was nowhere to be seen, either.
The winter wind, a saiyan, pierced through the heart. Memories resurfaced. It got worse.
Between Carro's artificial ki and the grief of another precious life lost, it seemed the two Namekians had yet to notice the dull flicker of orange hovering behind them in the distant skies. Carro could hear the final exchange between the two Saiyans as he started to piece together the puzzle of what happened... Another wave of nausea followed. Yogu's energy, now missing, that ungodly attack from minutes ago... His eyes narrowed, pupils shrinking into feline slits. In hindsight, his inability to cry was a blessing in disguise.
The thought of killing, even now, disgusted him. There was no satisfaction to be derived from the suffering of others, but the world left him little choice. His claws clenched. 'Bastard,' a voice hissed in his head. 'He dies today. Let me fight.' There was no satisfaction in killing Vocado, but there was some in stopping him from hurting anyone ever again.
The dull flicker of orange exploded into a blinding star. A tremendous pulse of fiery aura surged forwards as if the sun itself had descended to Earth, turning the shifting the cold winds to blistering heat. Just after Chime moved to strike Vocado with his materialized blade, the formless fireball of orange surged close like a meteor- from the fire of ki came a set of sharp claws, aiming to sink right into Vocado's torso and hold hard and firm. The ki settled and stabilized, allowing a pair of emerald green eyes to stare blankly at the fallen King.
The foe that growled at Vocado didn't look like the petite, pure-hearted President from not long ago. Fifteen feet from head to tail was the burning silhouette of a feline with green eyes and four squared ears that would be familiar to the Kami. With the overdrive of their energy, the crushing force of Earth's leaders was displayed at its near-peak. She had nothing to say to the monster of a saiyan. Regardless of if she still held her grip, LEO's jaws unhinged and swung open with something a little stronger than words- a well-deserved ray of emerald, scorching ki, aimed to melt away at same metal arm Chime had tried to strike.
OVERDRIVE (+x3T) activates as LEO takes further control of her and Carro's fused form!
Fused LEO's KP: 5/7 (-2) || Fused LEO's damage: 12%
LEO fires [UA2] Bottle Rocket at Vocado for 3,301,089 PL!
[UT1] Life Link kicks into full gear and renders fused-LEO's PL sense-able as OVERDRIVE activates.
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POST ORDER: Kayen (Entry) -> Oboe -> Vocado -> Chime -> Carro/LEO |
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Queen Kayen
Administrator
Queen of the Saiyans
PL: 232,000
Ultra Super Saiyan (x18/12T) Mastered Super Saiyan (x17/15P)
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Post by Queen Kayen on Feb 22, 2020 17:41:39 GMT -6
| Kayen PL: 3,420,000 / 2,850,000 |
Kayen had figured that joining Carro over in the fight with Vocado would be something that might actually lighten her mood, even with Nashua apparently somehow very badly injured she had figured that surely someone would be able to get her stable if not back in the fight, what she did not expect was to arrive on the scene just in time to hear Vocado’s complete descent into madness and for the still somehow not yet healed Nashua to be shot through the heart before anyone had a proper chance to do anything about her condition. Not that Kayen was entirely certain much COULD have been done about her fellow Queen’s condition, unless the Namekian mages were adept at rebuilding the bulk of ones torso in an active battle. But MAYBE it could have been done, though the fact that she had been in the care of the Kami at the time and no apparent healing was being done either meant that Chime had chosen not to heal her, or knew it was a lost cause. “Didn’t even let her have her last words” Kayen’s voice was almost EERILY cold and ‘calm’ as she floated nearer to the battle “I think I can take a guess. Vocado you’re a spineless worm, too cowardly and WEAK to get anything done yourself” Kayen paused as her grip tightened on Fateburn. “Actually that’s probably not what she would have said. I think that’s more ME. But it’s true either way, I thought after our trip through that armory that you might have taken some of what I said on board but apparently I was wrong, you kept yourself trapped in your own little box trying DESPERATELY to emulate someone you never had the chance of even coming CLOSE to truly mimicking.” Kayen had a feeling that would be a painful cut for Vocado, she felt reasonably certain he was still on the whole ‘become the new Zuccetta’ shtick if his hunt for the Tree was any indication.
“But you DID get one thing right I suppose. A perfect call among a sea of pathetic whiny nonsense”
“The Bonemoons ARE destined to fail at every step. So take your last step, face your final failure.” Kayen finally smirked at that though the smirk lacked any of her usual playfulness instead her expression and tone were filled with cold fury as she dredged up some of the things Vocado had said to her while trying to get her on board with his 'plan'
Kayen Multipliers: x19/x12 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 7/7 |
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Post by Oboe on Feb 23, 2020 20:00:57 GMT -6
He wanted to try to Heal Nashua; Cast his magic into her form and do anything to try and seal her wounds and restore her life. Yet, as he stared down at her, his own helplessness more than apparent. In every scenario he was useless, and as she uttered her last words – the profane tongue of the one whom had manipulated the situation for this very outcome began to speak. His mocking tone giving way to incredible laughter. His mocking words, his jovial laugh at the expense of his friend. It was equal parts distracting as it was infuriating. Suddenly… A Rush of energy surging through the others body, his senses were still on high alert in this transformed state and as such he could feel as Vocado’s energy surging. He tried, in vain, to erect a defense for Nashua’s body. To stop the energy blast from cutting into her – even as his eyes catch glimpse of his attack. He couldn’t in his life imagine someone to be so cold, so heartless. As the manifestation of energy began to coalesce around her – It was already too late. The hemisphere did not complete its creation, her body unprotected, the beam would pass through her mighty armor and silence her words forever. His world went dark. It was all happening again. His peaceful ways, his respect for others – it all lead to the same damned destruction it always had. If he’d of had the courage to do what was needed only moments ago, as opposed to some strange sense of chivalry and nobility, then Nashua might have been spared the horror of watching someone you’d cared for end your very existence. She’d of been spared the horrors of wondering why she was so alone on her last moments. Once more, Oboe had failed another by virtue of his own beliefs. Oboe dropped to his knees; his head tilted to the side as a vacant expression etched itself upon his face. This was his fault. He had the power, he had the strength, he could’ve ended this just a moment ago. She didn’t need to go through that! He felt…heat, singing his skin, yet he processed nothing. The brilliant radiance that was Carro, in his newly malformed state, went by before him without another thought. The Guru of Namek was suddenly gone. Nashua’s death washed over him and was as distasteful as every other death that had been cast upon his hands as something he could’ve prevented. Suddenly he was on Namek; His mind expanding far beyond this battlefield. The fields of blue-grass were burning, the rebuilding of his Home – Burning. Everything was burning! Namekians screamed as they ran to escape ships within the Mori Capital; felt their death upon every explosion in the sky. He heard the cries of his people, their anguish piercing through his body like a hot poker. It was agony, pure agony as the world he was charged to protect died around him. As he turned, he was face to face with a scene of anguish. Vuzel – his charge – was being accosted in a manner to try and break him. Fiends without faces acting upon his person. He felt his pain! NAMEK IS BURNING!
Oboe’s eyes regained life as he gasped for air. Did he black out? What was that?! Something wasn’t right. He knew it. He felt it. No matter how he looked at this situation, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that everything he’d worked towards, everything he’d built – his responsibilities and more – had all been for nothing. He…was useless. It was all his fault. Slowly, surely, his energy seeped out of his body. The icy blue of his tuffulized eyes matching the coldness he suddenly felt. Vocado was to blame. All of this was his fault – even if only by extension; He knew this was his fault. Even as the Queen of the Saiyans arrived – words oozing with Vitriol at the broken, former king, The Namekian could barely register – his icy blue gaze only regarding her with a look. His entire intention was on Vocado. There was nothing more to be said as the Kami of Earth approached with his blade, the President of Earth encapsulated in energy unlike any he’d ever felt, they all converged on this one man. The object of their hatred, the knowledge that their actions were just. He had promised his aid, and been able to save someone he’d regarded as a friend. He too knew his next actions were just. Too much blood had already been shed. It was ironic, he supposed. He should’ve seen all of this coming long ago; his own arrogance blinded him to the truth. “No more…”
Staring at the lifeless body of his now deceased friend, Oboe made a silent pledge;
"Goodbye Nashua...I promise, by Shenron or Porguna, I shall return your life to you...you shall not have died in vain for this madmans ambition...Im sorry...I couldn't save you..."Oboe’s energy surged to life and black tinges of electricity sparked around his hand. A black miasma began to form in his open palm, slowly approaching Vocado was the others all but had him pinned down. This, in its own way, was slaughter. Yet; for Crimes as grievance as his, was it Slaughter? Or Justice? Yemma judge him…He trusted his course. It was time for him to cast aside the shackles of his own stupid sense of ‘peace’. The deaths that had piled up in its pursuit far outweighing the worth of the path. Standing over Vocado, Oboe’s voice was a soft rumble. It was hard to hear him over the churning energy that was the President. “May Yemma Judge you…”With ritualistic effort, he began, cupping both palms together and holding them infront of his stomach. Dark energy begins to swirl, sparking with intense malevolence. It roiled and warped until it would come to gather within the center of the cupped palms, shrinking in size but burning with a brilliant violet intensity. Six additional energy spheres formed around his wrist, rotating over the extended limb in a swift, whirring fashion. Oboe’s fingers twitched as he uttered a simple phrase; “Ingagun.”One by one the six spheres would come to surge towards Vocado, their intent to explode upon impact, though the damage, accumulative, would be substantial, even at minimum, a black miasma would slowly roil to envelop the Saiyan’s, surge into him by any means. Its dark, sinister nature a testament to the Mazoku heritage of other Gurus before him. A new mutation since his Tuffulization, Oboe released this ‘Destron’ poison by fusing it with his energy to great effect. If successful, Vocado’s energy would slowly leave him, the pain unbearable as the miasma would seep at his very core. Sapping his life force and draining him of energy. This was the first time he utilized his newfound tuffulized ability; Its destructive force was impressive even to he! Even if it wasn’t enough to end the Saiyans life…it would be enough for him to wish for it to pass. Oboe’s psyche could handle no more of this. He could not let one more death go unaccounted for, not one! Oboe, enraged by Vocado’s actions, decides to finally submit to the need to kill the Saiyan.
Oboe Fires his Ingagun: Yūdoku Taihō (Negative Force: Toxic Cannon)[VA2] At Vocado for 950,400 DMG!
Attempts to activate DESTRON Variant: (Destron (Your foe treat their transformation as -x1 for the post of impact if the attack hits, should they be within 60% of your PL! Modifier debuffs don't stack.).
KP Used 2/3
KP Remaining: 1/3
DMG: 15% |
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Post by Vocado on Feb 23, 2020 21:16:00 GMT -6
The silence following Nashua's death was deafening. It lasted only a moment, yet for Vocado it felt a lifetime. It wasn't sadness that chilled his skin, nor was it regret. Something more drove the unease. It was proof that things would never be the same again. Sure, he'd killed people before now, but they were nobodies in his eyes. Worthless warriors who'd done nothing but get in his way. This, though? This was a friend. An ally he'd survived countless battles with.
A love.
But he hadn't the time for such things. As her last breath pitifully dragged itself free, he turned away, smirking to himself as Chime bullrushed him without warning, sword at the ready. The Kami's stance was sloppy and aimless; the actions of a broken man.
"Y'know, I remember you telling me something last we spoke. That I'd be little more than a footnote."
Chime's stab was caught easily, and with a simple motion Vocado aimed to snap magically-crafted sword in half. Should he succeed, he'd jam the blade into Chime's shoulder, and pull him forward. "I can tell just by looking at you. History books or no, you'll never forget what I've done to you." A vicious smile crept onto his face, and he kicked the Kami into the snow had he still a grip on the boy.
Whatever quip he'd been preparing for the other half of the Guardian duo would never come, for on the horizon rode the two leaders of the galaxy. Kayen and Carro, their power mighty and their righteousness bursting from every pore. He'd angered the big dogs, as it were, and they were hungry for a snack.
"Little late, you two," he started. Before he could get another word out, however, the massive form of Carro was upon him. Grasping claws and burning chi forced a scream of pain out of the deepest recesses of Vocado's body. The burning flames that erupted from Carro's unfathomably powerful maw shortly after didn't help numb the pain.
Whatever emotional high Vocado had gotten from surviving Yogu had just evaporated. Pain stabbed at every nerve left uncharred. A numb, debilitating and somehow indescribable... Cold? Perhaps his internal temperature had turned itself on its head. A worry for the next life, he supposed.
"Gshh-- The hell, Chime! I thought we agreed you'd take the next one." He turned his head to wherever the Kami ended up, and groaned out a cough-inducing laugh. "Pay it forward, and all that? After you, Oboe coulda thrown his life away, too."
Carro's grasping claws dug in deeper, forcing the Saiyan to suck in a shaky and hiss-like breath. Just what was this thing, anyway? How did a scrawny little kid in a robot suit turn into a flaming monster just from death? He stared Carro dead in the eyes, and spit on his massive wrist.
"You look stupid."
He wriggled in Carro's grip, but found it hard to make much progress. Would he die here? In the arms of whatever the hell Cress had spawned from Carro's corpse?
While Carro was a worrying problem, something in the periphery was downright terrifying. His scouter alerted him, with its last whimpering breath, that another power was surging. From the edge of his vision, he saw Oboe approach. A black miasma formed slowly in his palms. Panic unseen since before even Yogu's attack suddenly struck the prince. He'd dealt with Destron before; felt its poisonous touch in his bones. It was a fate far worse than any fireball or fist could produce.
He sneered at the presidential powerhouse, and let loose two thin energy beams from his eyes, one for each of Carro's own. Whether his foe was hit dead-on, or simply blocked the blows, it'd give Vocado just enough time to propel himself out of harms way.
The Destron passed through where Vocado had once been, harmlessly avoiding the allies Oboe had made.
"Damn worm! Weaponized destron, in this day and age?! Guess I'm not the only monster on Earth today."
He ignored the impending doom that'd sweep the universe if left unchecked, and focused instead on Kayen. She'd said something earlier. Something very interesting.
"Failure?" He floated above the group. "Failure?! Bahahaaaa! You do too much, Queen. Trying to rile me up is one thing, but lying? You really do come from piracy."
Vocado coughed again, hacking and wheezing. Blood splattered on the floor below. One organ or another had ruptured. Thankfully he couldn't feel it just yet. A few more moments to torment the bastards who called themselves good.
"I've done nothing but succeed since we last met. Every Saiyan worth their salt abandoned you for me! And the ones I didn't catch?" He gestured to Nashua's punctured body. "I've ruined the very kingdom you stole from me, and I wasn't even trying. Who's left to lead your armies? You and... Ochra? PpfffffffftaAAAhahaha!"
It hurt to laugh. He needed to stop doing that.
"Look around you. It took nearly a dozen warriors to put a dent in me." He gazed at the mile-long crater Yogu had carved. In the distance, his senses told him Kalabas was gearing up for his own devastating blow, and Scallio had been left entirely unchecked. It gave him hope for these fools to fail even more. "This destruction they left. The hatred they felt towards me... I'd say I've done exactly what I set out to do."
That was a lie, partly. The tree would never be his now. His wish was stolen from him by the peace-loving slugs and their infinite army of do-gooders. The wretched bastards would pay one day. If Kalabas could rip his way through dimensions, then so could he.
"If either of us failed, Queen, its you. These people have you to thank for their endless guilt and torment. Death was one stab away for me that year ago, and it was Nashua's fault that you spared me then, wasn't it?" The epiphany forced a laugh to escape the once-king. His tone suddenly shifted to one of pure mockery. "Aww, Is that why you're so mad, Queenie? Was the lil' warlord in disguise fawning over the peace-loving girl?"
Vocado's body shuddered, and he was fairly certain one of his eyes just started to swell up. If these four didn't kill him soon, his body would most certainly shut down of its own accord. That'd certainly be annoying.
Running his hand through his hair, he coughed, and shook his head.
"Heh. I think I got a little carried away. I figured everyone else had a few speeches-- but enough talk! Why don't you four show me just how much more it takes to kill a Bonemoon."
He beat on his chest, and let loose a furious roar.
Today was the day Vocado of the House Bonemoon would die.
It was sad that his parents wouldn't know.
KP: 2/3
Took full damage from Bottle Rocket (105%!)
Used [SIG] Real-Time Scanner to dodge Ingagun
Saiyan Pride activated (VS Kayen)!
Current Damage: 280% [!!!]
Current PL: 3,136,000
Current PL VS Kayen: 3,528,000
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Post by Chime on Feb 24, 2020 22:05:22 GMT -6
Chime didn't shout or cry out as he lunged for Vocado. He just attacked like an arrow shot out of a bow, straight for his target. His expression was stony, but there was horror behind his eyes. The Kami was moving on a sort of autopilot and obviously not registering everything around him. Even so, his goal remained clear: end Vocado. The Saiyan was more than ready for him, though. His sloppy sword strike was easily countered, his blade snapped in half like brittle ice, and Chime himself stabbed with his own conjured weapon and kicked back down to the ground. He finally made a sound when the blade pierced into his shoulder, a cry of pain. He dropped the useless hilt as he fell to the ground, and both halves of the weapon vanished into magical dust.
Vocado's taunt struck him just as powerfully as the physical attack had: 'You'll never forget what I've done to you.' It was true, and denying it required energy that Chime didn't have at that moment. Pushing himself to his feet, Chime opened his mouth to respond, but found no words would come. Instead, Vocado would find the Namekian's voice speaking directly into his mind with a grim acceptance, "No. I won't."
A presence loomed behind Chime and dove in towards Vocado, to a far greater effect than he himself had. It was like a forest fire come to life on four legs, he could feel the heat of it from here. His energy senses were still shot, but something about this beast was familiar. They were a friend, right? They were the enemy of his enemy at least, and right now, that was enough.
Another figure followed the firebeast, and this one he did recognize, though it took his ragged mind a moment to place the individual's face. Kayen, Queen of the Saiyans. She arrived to taunt Vocado for his failures. Was that all Saiyans were good for? wondered the tired, bitter part of his brain, Posturing and taunting before they ruined something else?
He watched as a fellow Namekian (Oboe. Your dragon brother, Oboe.) launched his own attack against Vocado, but the tricky Saiyan dodged it, like he'd dodged so many attacks before it. It was getting to be beyond frustrating. Infuriating, even. Even so, the man was on his last legs. Chime was surprised he was still standing at all. He had to do something. Every second Vocado still breathed was a slap in the face to Yogu and Nashua's sacrifices. Chime was exhausted mentally and physically, his body was sore, his heart ached, but he had to do something. Anything. The embers of his ki flickered inside him, trying to reignite but failing. Magic would have to do, then.
His own assaults with conjured weaponry had done nothing. A sharp blade was useless if the arm wielding it was weak. Chime may not have been very strong...but the great beast of fire bearing down on Vocado? He was willing to bet they were as strong as they came. So he held out both hands, silver magic sparkling along his fingers, and conjured another weapon to land in front of the being he recognized, somewhere in his frayed mind, as LEO and Carro. It was deceptively simple, a bright red staff about ten or twelve feet in length, but it was made of the densest, strongest metal that Chime could materialize. An average Earthling wouldn't even be able to lift it, but no one here was anything average. The pole hovered in the air for a second in front of them, then fell, either to be caught, or to plant itself in the dirt.
Chime's telepathic voice called into LEO and Carro's collective mind, though he didn't quite speak in words. It was more of a feeling, an intent, oppressive and all-consuming.
'End this.'
Chime uses [UT] Magic Materialization to conjure a faux-power pole for LEO/Carro
He also uses [UT] Telepathy to speak to Vocado and Carro/LEO, seperately
Chime's PL: 420,000
KP: 2/3 (+1 no action)
HP: 90%
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Feb 24, 2020 23:09:19 GMT -6
FUSED LEO's PL: 5,001,650 (x25T ACTIVE | LIFE LINK | 200,066 PL BASE)
The amalgamated androids' blast struck Vocado just as easily as LEO's claws sunk into his flesh. She now held the reigns of their fused state, glaring at Vocado in silent fury. Talking was pointless when no matter what words came out of anyone's mouths, he'd find some way to twist them in his head to fuel his dying ego. If Nashua couldn't save him, then Vocado truly was a lost cause. Carro's conscious still churned with the harrowing memory of the merciless act he saw moments prior, but his partner's resolve pushed their morphed body forwards.
Of course, the monster had to try to quip at the President's allies just one more time before his inevitable demise, mocking Chime in particular. "QUIET," A stern hiss grumbled from the feline's throat- a voice not entirely Carro's. A distinctly feminine, robotic tone held prominence, though the meek tone of Earth's leader could be heard echoing in LEO's demand as their claws tightened their grip. The vile king even went to spit on the android's flames and call them stupid. "Running out of insults, are we?" LEO growled back. Two could play at this game.
Momentarily caught off-guard with a sudden pair of eye-beams, the fiery mecha's grip faltered enough for Vocado to wriggle free, though his blasts did little but disturb the flames around her face for a few moments. It hardly tickled. A low growl escaped the fusion's throat, readying to pounce and cut off their enemy's monologue, once and for all.
But before the saga could finally conclude, Carro and LEO's green eyes were torn away by the crackle of magic. Feline jaws quickly caught the red staff- it was somewhat familiar, but neither of the duo's consciousnesses could pinpoint it in the heat of the moment. Their gaze turned as Vocado's mad ranting to Kayen became little more than white noise. Carro's own thoughts began to jumble in his shared mind with LEO.
'Finish it, Carro.'
Their eyes, once shrunken into chilling slits, dilated back to a softer gaze that was still affixed to the Kami with their silent, telepathic exchange. Another wordless feeling would flow back to Chime from former saiyan and all-powerful android- a somber, forlorn pang. Carro would be taking his first life today... Hopefully it would be the last, too. The flaming beast's jaws clenched on the pole tighter with a crackle of energy. Orange and green swirled around the staff as once docile eyes shrunk back to slits with intense focus. Chime would receive one last telepathic feeling from the duo- the same stubborn determination Carro always carried with him. 'It'll be over soon.'
As Vocado began to conclude his insults to the saiyan queen, the lion took a few slow steps forward, melting the lingering snow beneath blazing claws. The mingling energy around the faux Power Pole pulsed silently, focused and still. Their target was locked- a heart for a heart.
Not a second after the saiyan king finally proclaimed to be done with the speeches, the energy would surge from the staff as LEO cracked her head forwards- the energy flared from the pole in the form of a thin laser, giving the allusion that the thin staff had extended outwards. It's intent was to deliver Vocado's final breath with the pain of irony of being shot through the heart by the scorching resolve of Carro and his companion. A little poetic payback for how both he and Nashua died by their cruel hands.
"You're right about one thing, Vocado." Mingled voices called out one last time. "There's been enough talk."
With one last pulse of ki, the fusion moved to slash the pole upwards, as if to cut their target in half. With that fluid motion, the immense energy gathered around their weapon's form exploded outwards from its bindings. Intent to finally vanquish the stain Vocado left on their home once and for all, the ki would swirl upwards in a wide, burning column to burn the last of their sworn enemy's life to ashes.
Would this finally, finally be over?
...Carro could only hope.
D R A M A T I C F I N I S H
[MA3] GRAND FINALE used for 5,001,650 PL worth of damage at Vocado!
Intent to KILL, piercing Vocado's heart then exploding into energy to VAPORIZE.
Fused LEO's KP: 2/7 (-3) || Fused LEO's damage: 12%
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POST ORDER: Kayen -> Oboe -> Vocado -> Chime -> Carro/LEO |
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Post by Queen Kayen on Feb 26, 2020 3:13:55 GMT -6
| Kayen PL: 3,420,000 / 2,850,000 |
Kayen’s smirk grew a bit as Carro managed to successfully grab hold of Vocado, the former King was most certainly NOT doing well and it was really just a matter of finishing the job now, truth be told Kayen was unsure if she would even need to contribute to guarantee his ending, it was hardly a surprise though, Vocado was a very competent fighter but so was Carro, at least while merged with LEO and she presumed that the older looking Namekian was reasonably skilled as well. Speaking of, while Vocado’s imminent demise was no surprise, what WAS a surprise was the attack the Namekian brought to bare against Vocado, he appeared to be capable of natural production of Destron, something Kayen would have never assumed to be possible outside of some sort of Biological horror creature spewed from the Tuffle ruins. She’d have to find out a bit more about that later. Now was time to focus on Vocado, make sure that he could make no escape, make sure he could find no safety, nowhere to hide, nobody to use as a shield. Right now he seemed mostly focused on lashing out at them all, apparently Chime had likened him to a footnote in history which he had certainly NOT taken well as he threw it back at Chime claiming that the Kami would never forget him now, from what else he said after taking the hit Kayen managed to piece together a theory on what had happened, previously she had assumed that the Ghostly Earthling had been secretly on Vocado’s side or something but the comment about throwing lives away made her think that perhaps he had tricked or simply used Nashua as a shield. Finally it was time for them to exchange words and Kayen’s angry smirk remained firmly in place as Vocado spoke, she even managed a chuckle “You think anything you’ve done really matters Vocado? All you did was help me pinpoint some of the weak points in the Kingdom, and as for those you’ve gotten killed. You're an even greater fool if you think what you’ve done will stick, do you REALLY think Nashua will remain dead unless she WANTS to? You’re not even competent enough to have killed the one who’s death COULD prevent her return” Kayen said nodding at Chime. “All you’ve accomplished is pissing a bunch of people off and wasting everyone’s time, I SHOULD have put you down, I should have done it the FIRST time we fought instead of holding back and letting Ramen call it a ‘draw’ when we both know the REAL result.” Kayen could feel the power being generated by Carro or perhaps more accurately by LEO considering how the voice sounded. It was insane and impressive, it also made her realize something, she really DIDN'T need to contribute to ending Vocado, she saw no universe where he could EVER handle that attack with how bloody and beaten he was already, perhaps if he was at full strength and ALSO had his power boosted by the sudden healing he’d manage to SURVIVE. “You’re not even worthy of my blade anymore, I’ll let Carro have his revenge properly. I already know how a fight between us ends” Kayen said floating down and landing in front of Chime, not in a way that would actively block his view of the proceedings, but enough to guarantee she could keep the Namekian safe if Vocado had some sort of desperation move to pull out to try to do what she had mentioned earlier, cut off the Earth Dragon Balls.
Kayen Multipliers: x19/x12 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 7/7 |
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