Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 15, 2020 14:30:35 GMT -6
As the day came to its end, the setting sun had left the sky an orange streaked smear. A light cloud covering rolled across the horizon, though the absence of wind betrayed any inclination that it might rain that night. The sound of human activity in the distance was a barely audible hum, as the night life of the large town began its daily ritual.
However, at a campground just a mile or two away into the wilderness, the earth lightly quaked with the weight of a fallen tree. The shock waves of an errant energy blast followed moments later, then again with the wailing of a vengeful spirit.
Laverna breathed and winced at the light burns that had managed to tear through her leather jacket and trousers. Her tail coiled in anger and excitement, but there was little time to react before the spirit of the damned renewed its assault. Another energy bolt flew towards her, and was met by a swift headbutt that neutralized the brunt of its impact. Laughter followed, from the spirit that was only growing in strength as the evening rays of light faded away.
The ground buckled underneath her feet, and she launched herself at the incorporeal figure. One haphazardly thrown jab missed by mere inches, but the opposite hook caught her foe by the temple. The hybrid's red eyes bore down on the spirit, as she caught it by the throat. She growled, and beat her fist into the spirit's gut. Again. And again. For so long as she needed to, she didn't let up until-
A feeling of static filled the air with a dull hum, and she was thrown back into an abandoned vehicle that crumbled underneath the force of her impact. Another hum rang out, louder this time, and she met the second blast with a defiant, primal scream that flung the steel mess behind her as though it were a simple stone.
Though the blast was neutralized, the battle continued still...
Laverna's base Pl is 20,472. Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2) is active, raising her PL to 61,416/40,944. |
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Post by Ochra on May 15, 2020 14:52:04 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 188,345 He had been out doing some quite meditation, reflecting on everything that had happened. The death of Nashua, Vocado and Kalabas. The destruction of Namek. Everything seemed to be going wrong, getting worse than when they had been before. It seemed like with the fall of the World Trade Fleet, things had just gotten more chaotic. Ochra wasn't sure what he could do about all of this. No matter how strong he got, it seemed like everything just went to hell even more. He was pulled from his thought by a burst of power. Ochra blinked, looking in the direction of it. It wasn't particularly strong, at least, compared to him, but it was still noticable. Listening, he could make out the sounds of combat and blasts. There was fighting going on. Ochra kicked himself off of the ground, flying over towards the source of the chaos. Arriving there, he spotted a woman that looked a bit like a red Saiyan. Red skin, purple hair, and horns around her head. A demon hybrid or something of the sort? The tail certainly made him believe she had Saiyan blood in her. Her opponent seemed to be a figure that was barely there. Something incorpreal. It was giving off the same energy that reminded him of Kalabas. A ghost perhaps? The saiyan woman certainly seemed to have a major fight on her hands, with the ghost putting pressure on her. Ochra decided it was time to step in. Floating down, Ochra put himself between the woman and the ghost, his sharp eyes locked on the incorpreal fighter. |
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 15, 2020 16:10:42 GMT -6
Her power rose with the excitement coursing through her veins. The fur on her tail bristled as she readied herself for the spirit's next attack, and her legs tensed in preparation for a leap that would close the distance between them again. Energy wrapped around and infused into her being as it strengthened her body for the clash to come...
Only, for a stranger to descend from the sky above and land in between her and her quarry. The hybrid blinked several times, unsure if what she was seeing was real, but entirely convinced that what she was feeling was true. The man standing between them dwarfed both of their powers, and by far. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she instinctively wanted to recoil away from such a man, but she still had a job to do.
"Who the fu-" The angry spirit had begun in annoyance at being so intimidated by a mortal, only to be cut off by the sight of its hunter appearing from behind the newly arrived figure. It raised its arm, but was too late as the horned woman's own palm struck out, and a beam of pale light washed over it like the worst rays of agony on sunburned skin. It screamed, loudly, but was cut off by the suddenness of the woman's knee being driven into its face, and fell silent.
Laverna's labored breaths kept the silence from settling around them as she stood, and she watched the figure of the defeated ghost fall apart and die once more. She sighed, exhaled long and slowly, and her eyes returned with her falling battle power to their usual brown. Her tail swished slowly for a moment before hugging the back of her body, and she turned to face the new arrival with a faint grin.
"It wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind, but, uh... Thank you." The harshness of pumping adrenaline still left a hint of edge in her voice, though that was fading. Though she didn't drop her guard entirely, the fatigue of such a battle weighed on her. Several burns dotted her red skin, and her sweat-laden hair plastered to her brow and horns. Between the ends of her unzipped jacket, the bold letters E and L were readily visible, and at some point, she had lost a leg from her trousers just below the knee.
"You came to... help, right?" A quizzical tone came to her voice as her mind caught up to the situation, and her body tensed again in preparation to flee. This man didn't smell like the deceased, so he was clearly mortal, but that was about all she knew for certain at this moment.
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Post by Ochra on May 16, 2020 11:46:22 GMT -6
It seemed that Ochra didn't really need to step in to help the woman in question, though his presence did distract the ghost enough to allow her to deliver a final blow to it. Now, normally Ochra wasn't one for killing a target. He preferred to bring them back alive. But with ghosts, it was different. They died, they went straight back to Hell. That was probably the woman's intention anyway? Ochra hadn't been dead at any point, but he had heard enough about the afterlife to know some things about it. Ghosts escaping from hell was one of them.
He glanced over at the woman as her power dropped down to her normal levels. He gave a small nod at her question, as she seemed somewhat nervous about his appearance. Well, he couldn't really blame her for that. After all, even in his base form he grossly overpowered her. If some random stranger that was much stronger than you turned up and didn't tell you why, you'd be nervous too. It didn't help that Ochra was a bit rough in appearance. "I sensed the fighting nearby and came to see what was going on." He turned to face her. She was certainly a strange one. Definitely a demon/saiyan hybrid of some sort. "I'm Ochra," he introduced himself. May as well get this meeting started on the right foot.
"I'm going to take a guess you were trying to send that ghost back to hell, or something of the sort?" Ochra guessed. It would explain what they were doing out here, in the middle of the wilderness, fighting. Whatever it was, Ochra was glad it hadn't happened in the middle of a populated area.
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 16, 2020 13:08:05 GMT -6
Despite the worse of her assumptions, the man didn't do anything that could possibly be interpreted as aggressive. As he explained why he had come, she thought that his reasoning made sense. They were awful close to the town, not that she'd had much choice in the matter where the spirit had decided to haunt.
So, the hybrid breathed again, and started to take note of her wounds and just how damaged her clothes had become. She looked back up at Ochra each time she spoke.
"I'm Laverna," she grinned politely and professionally while she gave her name. Of course, professionalism didn't stop her from sizing up this newcomer; he was just taller than herself, and the fake leg didn't escape her attention, but there was something about the name that had commandeered her imagination. "I'm a ghost buster for King Yemma. Sending them back to the afterlife is my job." She spoke mostly matter-of-factly, though there was more than a hint of pride and passion in her voice that was directed towards her line of work.
Finally, she had finished looking herself over, and decided that the damage felt much worse than it was. At the very least, she might expect the burns to take a few days to heal, if not a week. She'd need new clothes, however. Of course, that wasn't the most important thing right now. "Ochra... That's a Saiyan name, right?" Predictably, her eyes had dropped to the man's waist as she spoke, as though to search for a tail that clearly wasn't there. |
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Post by Ochra on May 16, 2020 13:23:09 GMT -6
A ghost buster huh? That made sense. So, in a sense, she was like him. Someone who hunted down criminals before they could cause harm to others. Though in this case, the criminals were the spirits of the dead. "A pleasure to meet you," Ochra responded, "Seems like we're in similar businesses. I'm a bounty hunter myself. Can't say I work for anyone else though. Work my own hours and such." Still, it was good to see someone similar in his line of work.
Then the question came up about his name. So, she had picked up on that huh? "That's correct. Though Saiyan hybrid would be more correct. Part human, part saiyan." He noticed her eyes moving down to his waist, and took less than a second to realize she was looking out for his tail. Even though he had already made peace with his lack of tail, being reminded that he had, indeed, lost it wasn't something pleasant. He took a deep breath. "I lost the tail a while ago," Ochra explained, not wanting to really go into the details about the whole thing. Speaking of tails, his eyes fell on her own purple one. "Though on the subject, I get the impression there's some Saiyan blood in you as well."
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 16, 2020 14:20:41 GMT -6
"Likewise," she replied with a faint bow of her head. It was a strange coincidence that she'd meet someone in nearly the exact line of work as she, except for the matter of their targets being living or dead already, but it wasn't unpleasant. Besides, it might be interesting to speak with a mortal bounty hunter, and maybe compare notes.
Of course, the comparisons didn't stop there. He continued on to reveal that his Saiyan blood was impure, like hers, but that the other half was only Earthling. Laverna listened closely with idle curiosity, and her tail twitched behind her as though the look on her face wasn't enough of a clue. It was a little amusing how wide spread Saiyan hybrids were throughout the galaxy. For a once-extinct race, they were surprisingly prevalent.
However, that was something to think about at another time.
"Yes, right." She nodded again to affirm his assumption. "I'm part Saiyan, from my great-grandmother. The rest is all Ogre, though." Her eyes rolled back slightly as a thought came to mind, though how much could she really tell about her parentage? Well, she surmised that it wouldn't hurt to say a little more about herself. "Although, grandma said we aren't... Saiyan, exactly. She was from Sadala, and something about different races of Sadalan... and the Saiyans on Vegeta might as well be a different species by now."
Her fingers had found their way to her chin as she tried to piece together her grandmother's many stories from memory. She couldn't quite remember the details anymore. Grandma Rosemary's tales hadn't quite been relevant to her life, truth be told.
A light chuckle ended her brief rambling. "She can tell it much better than I can, if you can sober her up enough."
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Post by Ochra on May 21, 2020 13:01:17 GMT -6
Ogre huh? The residents of the Afterlife. Guess that made sense when she was tracking down rogue spirits. her great grandmother was the Saiyan though? Seemed like those saiyan genes survived pretty well for a couple of generations. Though, being from a family of hybrid, he wasn't really one to talk. When she commented about her grandmother, he gave a chuckle. Guess she would speak with her often, if she lived in the Afterlife.
"Must certainly be an interesting experience. Guess you meet all sorts of interesting people in the Afterlife. Heroes and villains from the past and all that." Thinking back on it, a thought occurred to him. Might she possibly know about...them? He'd have to ask her sometime.
"So, what are you up to now? I'm guessing your target's on a one way ticket back to hell. If there's anything you need to do to finish the job, by all means, don't let me detain you."
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 21, 2020 13:39:04 GMT -6
"A little, yes." Laverna grinned softly and nodded along with the man's aloud musings. "Though, my job has strictly been to control the spirits in hell. Heroes who were good enough to be sent to heaven don't tend to make trouble, and those in hell are reincarnated before too long." As she spoke, her tail flicked pleasantly behind her, and betrayed how enjoyable conversation was after being secretive for... Well, for nearly the entire several months she'd been on Earth.
She continued to answer Ochra's questions with another nod and a brief hum, "Mm-hm. Killing them again usually does the trick, though it's better to be cautious of the particularly tricky ones. They like to play dead and explode, sometimes." As though to demonstrate, though partly because it had slipped her mind to double check before, the Ogre raised her nose a little and sniffed the air a few times. "Lucky for us, nothing gets passed my nose."
Casually, she turned and walked just a few yards away to a bench at the edge of the camp grounds, that had somehow survived being vaporized by one of the spirit's blasts; well, half of it had, actually. Either way, she sat on the wooden seat and crossed one leg over the other, very professionally. "I'm done for now. Could we talk a little more? I'm curious how mortal bounty hunting differs from ghost busting." |
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