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Post by Ashi on May 22, 2020 12:17:46 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Luminary Blaze (x12P) |
After a few minutes of the pair hurtling off into the horizon, Ashi finally released her grip and kicked herself away from Digiorno, landing roughly on some kind of outpost in the middle of the ocean. "Whew, I think that's far enough," she said with a sigh, coughing a few times as she resisted the urge to hurl from how many times she'd just rapidly spun around. She looked around to see if any civilians were around, but the place seemed pretty empty, with all kinds of weird equipment and giant machines around the place. Oh, right, this was one of those oil drilling rig things, wasn't it? Must have been abandoned or something, though. There was dust all over the place, and it was pretty clear the water had eroded away at a good chunk of both the paint and the equipment itself all around the place. "What a cheerful little spot," Ashi grumbled as she finally started feeling like she could stand without spilling her guts out.
The Konatsian let out a sigh, cracking her neck back and forth and stretching her arms out as her attention turned towards the Saiyan, who she frowned at. "Also, don'tcha know it's kinda rude to comment on a lady's breath if it smells bad? Actually, it's kinda rude to comment on a lady at all, so if you ever wanna land yourself a wife, I'd clip your tongue if I were you." Not that Ashi particularly cared about how she presented herself to others, let alone some dumb Saiyan, but if she could use the 'how dare you speak that way to a woman' angle, she'd take good advantage of it. Gotta use every edge you can, right? "Anyway, if you don't really wanna fight, that's chill with me," she continued. "I'm not actually here to cause trouble and whatnot - for once - so all I really have to do is just keep you from bugging my friend while she deals with her kid."
If he really was a hero, Ashi could only hope he'd just accept that, though something told her that it wouldn't be that easy. Saiyans were always jacked up on that steroid they called 'pride', weren't they? If Digiorno over here really wanted to, he could probably easily force his way past her... But probably not so easily once backup arrived. Ashi could detect them coming on her scouter, so it'd only be a minute or two. "Course, if you really wanna go get in the way of what is definitely some private family business that some pizza delivery guy should definitely not be barging in on, then I'll have to fight you and stall you and all that. Honestly, I think you'd be the bad guy, in that situation." Ashi crossed her arms and smugly looked down on Digiorno as she added, "So, what's it gonna be? A heroic speech? Some spiel about how you're in the right? Or you just gonna sucker punch me? I'd actually be shocked if you did the right thing and just left the planet."
TAGS: @dion | Bamboo | Majin Bloom | Om-Yogu | Kalaboo
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Post by Dion on May 23, 2020 20:20:03 GMT -6
While Dion didn't mind a good fly-by over a nice looking tropical area every once in a while, doing so through being clotheslined for several miles wasn't exactly the most preferred way of going about it. It wasn't that it was particularly painful- the only thing really being hurt here is his pride for allowing himself to be caught so sorely off guard like that, incredibly embarrassing especially after all the work he's put in- but it was definitely a bit over the top, and definitely also not exactly needed considering he wouldn't have minded someone making their plea before he eventually tried to barrel in on Amara and Scallio's little familial dispute. Which, he understood was of private matter really, Dion got that point loud and clear. Yes, they were mother and son (something that he didn't realize until now, weird how that worked out) and yes, when aforementioned mother and son had a bit of a dispute to settle, Dion was all for allowing them to have some time by themselves to settle it. However, the problem was, that if they really wanted to keep this a closed door situation, Scallio wouldn't have gone out of his way by doing something as opened door as announcing the destruction of a heavily populated planet. It stopped being a private matter when Scallio began to drag everyone else's lives into his own insanity. So Dion thought he had a solid basis as to why he kinda had the right to try and stick his nose into their business a bit. Especially if Amara was unable to cool Scallio down enough. As the two finally halted their advance, Dion managed to stop himself midair- ceasing his movement just before he was flung straight into the side of the oiling outpost the two had now found themselves within. Holding his head slightly, feeling also the aftereffects of being spun right round by a drunken elf, he looked up at Ashi, scoffing a bit at her remark as he grinned, saying in an amused tone, "Cheerful, isn't what I'd describe it, but, to each their own I suppose-? That, or whatever you've been drinking is taking its effect."
Grin persisting even through Ashi's critical point of view upon the golden gilded Super Saiyan, he chuckled a bit, shrugging as he replied to her poking and prodding at the gentlemanly way of approaching a woman, "Brilliant, I'm now getting etiquette lessons from a drunken elf woman. But I'm willing to at least apologize about that- it's a bit of a force of habit, yunno-? Working as a bartender for nearly half or so of your life makes you attentive to those kinda things. It was more out of concern and a sense of responsibility I suppose, rather than an actual insult. I don't like fighting people under the influence."
A surprised expression appeared on the man's face as Ashi explicitly stated her neutrality on actually committing to fisticuffs- that didn't sound like someone from a group of people who destroyed Namek. You'd have thought that if they didn't mind blasting Namek to kingdom come that wiping Dion off the board wouldn't be any different, yet, here he was. Perhaps this was another instance once again where Carro's second hand accounts weren't at all a good gauge of what had actually occurred within the actual situation? He'd find out soon enough.
"Cheers, I can respect that- no, really, I can," Dion replied in an even tone as he took a leisurely seat on one of the oil pipeline pipes, looking up at her with a curious glint in his gaze. "I don't suppose you mind a couple questions then while we sit here, waiting around? Of course, if I start sensing things going south with Scallio and your friend, I hope you'll understand if I feel obligated to check it out- especially if your friend in question starts losing her battle and Scallio's ridiculousness threatens to send the planet into turmoil again."
Which was, granted, unlikely- but Dion was still looking to get involved somehow before the day was done. He didn't need either of them doing anything stupid. He still strongly believed Scallio had some shred of good left within him to salvage, and if Ashi was anything to go off of, maybe these Stargoons were all the same. Then again, there was still the inexcusable crime of condemning a race of people and their home to the embrace of oblivion, so that was something he still was needing to go over. While he had a strong sense of right and wrong, just as Carro did, Dion was less willing to go forth into action than Carro was if there was a severe lack of background knowledge. And in this case?
For him, there was a severe lack of context.
So, he'd give them the benefit of the doubt- but one wrong move, and one wrong word, and he'd have no problem taking them down for the safety of the planet and the people, as well as to ensure they got what was coming to them.
Snapping back to reality, his eyes refocused on the green haired elf girl once more as she started speaking again, rolling his eyes as she began to attempt to take the moral high ground. With the bartender replying in an amused yet also slightly miffed tone in his voice, "Is that really what you and your gang think all good people do when placed into a situation like this? We're just as unsure as anyone else about whether or not we're doing the right thing in the first place. In fact, all that we're doing is the best that we can, and the best that we think we can for the people we care about, and the ones that also deserve to be cared about."
"...Kami, that was a heroic sorta spiel, wasn't it? Well, looks like I fall into the stereotype then- I don't really give a damn anyways. What matters in the end of the day is everyone's happy, and most importantly, living. Heck, that's the only reason why I came here, because Scallio was big headed enough to threaten the security of an entire planet. But then again, if what Carro told me through the grapevine was correct, and you guys were responsible for the tragedy that was Planet Namek, then I don't suppose you care much about that part, do you?"
Sighing, and returning to a standing posture, he crossed his arms- finishing off his "heroic spiel ugh so cheesy" by stating, "Their private matters stopped being private the moment an entire planets privacy was thrown out the window, so I don't think that holds much merit, does it? I'll give you one thing though- pizza delivery guy, that was quaint. The names Dion though, to clarify."
His head suddenly turned to look in the direction of Amara and Scallio's scuffle, eyes narrowing as he felt Scallio's energy begin to rapid deplete by the second. Part of him was relieved- seemed like he'll be able to be reigned in soon enough. But another part was worried that things were just about to go too far.
But, seeing as he still had some questions needing to be answered, and he had no reason to believe they'd go that far when it came to one of their kin, Dion turned back to look at Ashi, asking with arms still crossed across his chest, "So, seems like you all are pretty close. What were you all called again? The Stargoons? You don't seem incredibly evil. Hell, besides your odd attempt at moral mongering, you seem pretty cordial to me. Why the whole bad guy gig then? Why wipe Namek off the proverbial galactic board?"
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Bamboo
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PL: 185,000
Fauna Princess (x13P) Fauna Queen (x18/x14T)
Tag: @bamboo
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Post by Bamboo on May 23, 2020 21:22:07 GMT -6
|(Oil) Rigged Match| - Bamboo's PL: 3,150,000/2,450,000
"Why not?"
With grace and poise, Bamboo landed on the rig, choosing not to utterly obliterate her surroundings once she hit the ground. It was a milestone for her, truly. It took but a moment for her wings to dissipate and fold back into her body, the interesting display of morphology accompanied by the rolling of her shoulders and the cracking of her knuckles.
She'd heard the final tidbits of her conversation on the flight in, and while nobody would even suggest that Bamboo was one for conversation, she was in a good mood. After all, she was about to fight some souped-up goodies!
"Just think about it for a moment, yeah? Yeah. Okay, so like..." For demonstration, Bamboo raised her fingers, summoning a set of small Ki orbs that gathered in the palm of her hand like marbles. She tossed them up and down, the purple-green energy crackling with sparks as she did so. "Earth's gotta bunch of these balls that just... like, fix everything." She shrugged, peering at Dion with her ever-present face-splitting smile.
"So really, what does it matter? You really think Namek's still gonna be gone, like, in a year? No siree. Those goodie-goods'll snatch up the dragonball and wish it back good as new. Better, even! It's like a little extended vacation for them. Hell's not so bad. Heaven prolly reeks of goodies, though. Sucks for the dudes who made it up there."
Of course, to prove her point, she tossed the Ki marbles behind her. They scattered into the distance, landing in a massive radius. Explosions would ring out across the planet as they did so. Clearly, some damage had been done to somewhere, but Bamboo didn't really care about what. "They can fix that! Oh, and it was fun to do! You can't wish for fun, y'know?" She tilted her head, withdrawing her bamboo pole from it's resting position on her back.
Truth be told, she didn't really even understand the intentions and feelings behind half his words. "Goodies don't just protect the people they care about n' stuff. We do that. That's our whole thing! 'Course people wanna fight for stuff they like. That's super duper, uh, what was it? Common sense? Yeah! Common sense. Dummy." She accentuated the action with a stuck-out tongue, taunting the bartender. "And we're also doing the best we can! The best we can at being evil, of course." She tapped her pole on the ground a couple of times, as if testing the structural integrity of the rig. With any luck it'd be tested far more... rigorously, soon.
"If everyone's happy and living and not fighting, well, then I'm not happy!" She stomped her foot with a childish vigor. "Well? What about that? Then you wouldn't be making sure I'm happy, y'know? I don't really have much to do other then, y'know, support my friends and fight!" She shook her head, pouting. "Ugh! You don't make any sense, really. Why don't you just stop asking questions and punch me?" She liked good guys far better when she was hitting them. Threatening their friends and family always seemed to be a pretty surefire way of doing that. That way, they made sense- they fought 'cause she was threatening what they cared about! Straightforward and easy. Just like her!
"Well? Do you wanna go and meddle?" She wanted to fight, but she also wanted to make sure her friend did what she needed to do. Those priorities were in conflict... but she just really wanted an excuse to hit him.
And I mean really wanted one.
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Post by Om-Yogu on May 24, 2020 12:53:13 GMT -6
" Can you really call this private family business when there's an entire planet's population at stake?" Yogu touches down on the oil rig, just in time to catch the end of the space elf's spiel. Shortly before he arrived, the chick with the weird horns also landed and tucked in her weird wings. " Yo lady! The hell are you?" There was a lot of talking going on. From both parties. Dion was going on about something and the green-haired ladies wouldn't stop blabbering. He had a distinct feeling that they were Stargoons, judging by the "goodies" and the whole mocking hero stereotypes thing. Funny, considering they wouldn't stop talking how awesome being evil was. But all their pre-fight chatting gave Yogu plenty of time to digest what the hell happened back there with Carro and Kayen. Every part of his body was screaming at him to turn around and punch Kayen in her one-eyed rat face. But he couldn't leave Dion now. Especially not with the mouthless ghost guy being his only backup. He could sense Kayen and Carro fighting now. And it didn't seem like they were holding back at all. That wasn't a good sign. Come to think of it, two leaders of planets fighting each other couldn't ever be a good sign. Yeah. This was exactly what this year needed. Intergalactic war to spice things up. Did Earth even have an actual military still? Yogu had no clue. Well, if a war was on the horizon going to Konats to get stronger was all the better choice. He'd need to be alive, and a lot stronger for what was to come. And all that emotion and guilt that was just brought out by Carro talking about what they discussed privately? Well, he kind pushed that in the back of his head. It felt like half his brain was shut down right now. He couldn't deal with the fight that was about to start AND all that. He couldn't even tell if he was angry at Carro or not. Should he be? Stepping outside of his brain for a moment, Yogu could see that the talking was just about over, " Yo, boss! Do I get paid leave if I die again and get stuck in hell?" That was the closest thing to a quip or something that he could come up with right now. He was more than a little fried. But this wouldn't stop him from forcing his energy to beef up a little bit before making the first move. Yogu runs up to Bamboo's side, jumping and trying to land by planting his foot right in the side of her face, trying to launch her off the rusted out oil rig. " The whole meddling thing is MY DEAL, lady!" Yogu turned his head in the direction of the other green-haired lady. " Yo Konatsian chick! So you guys are like Stargoons 2.0, yeah? Where's the big gray dude? I wanna fight someone that's actually intimidating and like... Strong? Ya know, someone that really screams "I blew up Namek, and I'll do the same to countless other planets!" Oh! And that magician demon dude that killed me that first time, what the hell happened to him? I never got to pay him back for that."
OOC: bruh
Yogu uses [UT] No Control! His PL is now 3,204,500/2,262,000
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Post by Majin Bloom on May 24, 2020 22:35:45 GMT -6
Bloom's PL: 1,120,000 | 1,456,000
“He’s gone… We’re here...”Bloom arrived just in time to bat Yogu’s foot away with her own kick, her face covered in squiggles vaguely resembling Dosu. She was scowling and in an even worse mood than she had been before flying over here thanks to that stupid ghost’s antics. Sucking in her cheeks, the ink drained away from her face, removing the marks as she retched ink at Yogu for being an annoying twit and for accidentally digging into her sore spot with Mumbo. “And Maple hasn’t been around in ages… He’s on vacation or something… Who cares about him…”Death was really a joke, wasn’t it? Since she’d been to Hell herself, Bloom knew that it was just super chill. This guy seemed to take it that way too, so maybe Bamboo was right. What did it matter if a few people died? What did it matter if one hundred million people died? It didn’t seem to matter much if they were all gonna get wished back with the snippy snap of a dragon’s fingers. Well, everyone except for them. She certainly didn’t see any hope of getting Dosu bad with some wish granting dragon jerk. “Tell me, ghost boy… how many times do you have to die before it’s permanent, hm…?” It was a vaguely veiled threat, but not one directed at Yogu. A pink ball of ki formed in her hand as she sent it at the ghost’s gut to get him to back off. She bounced away from him to land beside Bamboo, glancing around for the ghost that she actually wanted to kill. “Bamboo… did you drop that guy off somewhere…? Where is he…? I’m gonna cave in his squish ghost face twenty times over…”Before Bamboo got back to her on that one, a giant beam of light erupted from the ocean a good distance away, drawing Bloom’s eye and senses to it. Amara? She frowned, tensing with concern. She could still sense her friend’s energy, so that reassured her a bit… but she wasn’t picking up anything from Scallio. That… was vaguely concerning. Did Amara have to end up killing him? Was he just hiding with energy suppression? Should she ditch the idea of killing that Kalabas or… ugh… She couldn’t just leave these two alone and outnumbered. Plus, that other ghost guy was really strong. Her leg kind of hurt after diverting his kick, sheesh. She stomped her leg a few times to get out the painful tingling. Just from sensing energy alone, it felt just a tad like they were a bit outmatched. Not that it bothered Bloom. They were a team. Working through the power of friendship and stuff. She felt like it was high time to prove Mumbo right about all that. She smirked at Yogu, spreading her arms out. “Besides… are we not enough for you…? Let’s just show you how tough the Neo Stargoons are…! Bamboo, T-pose on this fool…!” Grabbing the green Stargoon by her waist, Bloom attempted to huck their lovable, battle-hungry, Bamboo right at Yogu, her arms extending in that gummy way that only a Majin could do. She hoped that she was setting her up for… whatever Bamboo wanted to do. Bloom knew she’d probably just have fun with it. Bamboo was chill like that.
Bloom attacks Yogu with [A1] Majin Ball for 373,333 PL in damage!
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Post by Kalaboo on May 25, 2020 6:12:05 GMT -6
KALABAS uses [UT] CLOAK AND DAGGER to lower his PL to 1!
The Duke of Strongbone looked down at the quaint little oil rig that was more rust than metal, energy already crackling in his soon-to-be fingers as he thought of ways to best use the explosion that would surely come... He could also take the initiative and steer the battle to the depths, fake attrition and slowly give ground, plunge them into the core of the world faster than they say 'What fools we are, we can't breathe!'... A better plan came to mind as he took his eyes from the white thing in blue, instead focusing on the far-off explosion that coincided with a snap of his fingers. If only he could snap explosions like that. He reached for the far-off battleground, and felt only one energy.
Well, that was Scallio dealt with.
Kalabas would have taken his headband and pressed it against his heart, but his silence would have to do. Scallio, more than any, had been the closest to fulfil Vocado's nightmare. KALABAS drops [UT] CLOAK AND DAGGER and transforms with HORROR (x15T)!
PL: 2,280,000
But enough of that stuff, it was time for a PERFORMANCE! The swirling scintillating scatter of sloughed soul-stuff shaped into the spectral silhouette. Kalabas stretched his limbs as they were finished, each joint popping like a small thunderclap. Then, as had became a habit of his whenever he was pieced apart and back together, he felt the flat swath between his nose and chin, even peeling at the layers of skin in hopes of finding filed sharp teeth. There was nothing. Typical. He masked the gesture with an elaborate bow, literally and metaphorically raising himself above these paltry-souled others with a surging ectoplasmic ladder.
In his tapdancing climb, each step reverberating through the entire rig, he reached for the highest point of the rig and started snapping its antennas and adding into a marvelous juggle. The antennas rose and fell in arcs spanning miles with such velocity that in few tosses they were shapeless blobs of white-hot steel. The ghost clumped them all into a single, shining rod. A walking stick of sorts, with which he slid down the vanishing banister and hopped off with a twirl. The weapon and its wielder made for a strange combination, wherever he toe-dropped frost would spread from his footsteps, and whenever the cane would mark tempo it would poke a small bubbling hole into the floor. A small demonstration of finesse had grown out of proportion, Kalabas had lost himself to the dance.
Daring turns, leaps, and jumping clicks made a blur out of the Duke, he haunted Bloom with jabs of the stick, scuffed heels against her arms, often times booping her noggin with the least sizzling tip of the stick. He had out-Stargooned the Stargoons, and by the ancestors, it felt good. |
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Post by Ashi on May 26, 2020 17:28:34 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Luminary Blaze (x12P) |
It didn't take long for the rest of the posse to show up after Lou Malnati and Ashi made their arrival onto the scene. Bamboo was the first to arrive, and sort of ended up answering the question the Saiyan had proposed about in the way that Ashi would've. "Huh. Didn't think ya had that kind of way with words, Green," Ashi said with a chuckle, almost kind of proud of the homeless girl. She shrugged at Lou, adding, "Look buddy, she's got a point. Hell, I died a while back cause some robot decided it'd be funny to kill me. But here I am, right as rain - cause those Dragon Ball things just kind of remove all consequences." She'd have said more, but then some of the others started to arrive, too. First it was some... Guy. Was he another ghost? Ashi pursed her lips as he sent a kick at Bamboo and asked her a question.
Before she could answer that one - again - another Goon arrived with their own answer to it, this one Majin Bloom. "Uh, yeah, what she said," Ashi said with a shrug. "Also, I'm pretty sure both me and Green over here are both stronger than Black by now. Plus, Yellow is like, a Super Saiyan. If you're gonna talk all big, at least talk accurately big!" What an amateur. He seemed like the kind of guy who really thought he was cool. But, weren't all the stronger folks back there just lecturing him cause he'd killed someone important? Ashi could've sworn he looked like he was about to cry, and smirked as she thought about what a baby he probably was under that 'cool' exterior he tried to put up. "Man, you really know how to pick your allies here, Lou," she said towards the Saiyan.
Last to arrive on the scene was the, uh, guy. The one guy. ...Who was this guy? Ashi frowned over at him, as she felt he looked vaguely familiar... But she couldn't really place where they'd met. ...Oh, right. The one who'd killed Dosu. All Ashi could do was watch with a relatively blank expression as he put on, um, a show? It seemed like he was trying to put one on, anyway. Once his... "Display" had finished, Ashi blinked up at him a few times, before letting out a sigh. "Yeah, okay. That's enough for me." She shoved her hand into her coat pocket before fishing out a capsule, and once it popped open, a handful of lawn chairs and a cooler plopped down onto the rig, and Ashi hopped herself onto one of the chairs, kicking the cooler open and pulling out a fresh cold one. "The weather here is actually perfect for a vacation, if you guys wanna just chill out for a sec. There's plenty of drinks and chairs for everyone, if you can manage to pull the sticks out of your butts."
She leaned back in the chair with one of her arms behind her head, the other bringing the drink up to her lips for a refreshing sip. "Come on, pizza boy, you're not seriously gonna help these clowns, are you?" she asked the Saiyan with a shake of her head. "That one ghost with the pompous hair murdered a buncha people in cold blood, and the other one with the shitty hair killed some important good guy or somethin', along with a bunch of other folk. They're basically terrorists. You really gonna ally yourself with them and sleep well tonight?" Ashi shook her head. "Puttin' yourself with bad guys just to fight other bad guys who ain't doing a thing kinda makes you a bad guy." She shrugged, then took another sip of her drink. "Cooler's open if you're thirsty."
TAGS: Dion
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Post by Dion on May 27, 2020 3:10:13 GMT -6
Of, course they were going to use the Dragon Balls as a get out of jail free card on any moral disputes about death. Why hadn't he seen this coming sooner? If Dion had known that they were going to pull that card he would've asked Carro for a bit more of an in-depth rundown of these magical wishing orbs beforehand, but nope, not asking about them in detail proved to be quite the massive oversight on his part. Although, he didn't go into this sort of debate totally blind. He knew at the very least that Namek had a set of Dragon Balls to spare, and that Earth Dragon Balls were apparently the same as Namek Dragon Balls. He also assumed that since Namek was done away with, that meant their set of Dragon Balls were completely out of use, wherever the hell they may be, it was presumably unable to be reached by anyone by any means. Most likely, at least to Dion, they were destroyed within the explosion of the planet, and thus completely put out of commission. The final fact that he knew was that they weren't at all "all-powerful"- they were limited in number of wishes, as well as limited in the fact that they had a time limit of around a year upon initial usage.
Thankfully, the bartender had enough wits about him (and enough ammo loaded by Bamboo's childish logic as well as Ashi's own apparent experience with death itself) to be able to make something close to a coherent argument. After clearing his throat, Dion began to make his case just before any of the new arrivals began to appear, speaking in an open yet all the more resolute tone as he did, "Okay, I sort of get your points here, yeah- But think about it like this for a second, would ya-?"
"Not everyone's going to be taking death like a champ like you did, first off, ones experience may differ from your own, yunno? It's kinda like, when, say, two friends go out to eat for food. One friend may order something that the other friend can't stand. Which is sorta similar to how your experience with death may compare to someone else's- you may have had the mental integrity to take literally being done in by a tin-can, but someone else may find it entirely soul shattering. Their chances at something great within the world of the living torn away from them without a chance at seeing what they can do. Heartbreaking, ain't it?"
"And not everyone is aware of Dragon Balls either, so when people die, they might actually think it's pretty permanent- scarring them even further, and leaving them even more worse for wear."
Believing he was on a decently good start, Dion took a deep breath before continuing his tirade, saying, "And, okay, maybe we do have Dragon Balls, yeah-? But what happens when they're completely taken out of the picture? Namek had a set of Dragon Balls too, yet you don't see anyone trying to use their set anytime soon, do you? No! Because they're gone. The fact that the Dragon Balls aren't entirely perfect, in both their own sort of fragility as well as their inherent wish-making, shows that we can't always rely on them as a do-over button. What happens when, Kami forbid, both Earth and Namek are destroyed? No more Dragon Balls. No more do-overs. We can't come back from that, so we can't risk being so careless in the case of that occurring."
He thought about throwing in a moral standpoint into it, but knowing he'd probably get called out for being a "goodie goodie two shoes" again, Dion thought against it. Besides, it wouldn't get through to these sort of people anyways, so he left it at that.
Though, Dion did poke a little fun at Bamboo's inquiries, asking with a very confused look on his face, "A-are you sure? I'm pretty sure the Dragon Balls can do something as simple as that.."
"...plus, I never said you guys couldn't, yknow, care and protect about others- it's just that we fight for what we and everyone else like as well. Not just for our own desires, you know? We do it for everyone's interests."
As Bamboo continued her argument though, Dion found it more and more hard to believe that Bamboo, whilst powerful, had anything to do with the destruction of Namek. She was just, too, childishly unaware of everything! Maybe that had a hand in it? He had no clue.
Either way, Dion was more than happy to oblige Bamboo on meeting her demands of happiness, but, then the rest of the gang started to file on into the fun. With Yogu taking the most of the bartenders attention within the new arrivals.
Smiling amusedly as the ghost lad asked if he got paid while in Hell, Dion shrugged, saying back, "I'd be more concerned with actually living through the battle my faithful employee! Even if you're able to make it back from death, I'd rather not, yunno? If you're really that concerned, I'll pay you extra with a side of beans if you do well here, how about that?"
With that, Yogu sped off toward Bamboo, only to be intervened by another very familiar face- Bloom! Though, it sort of saddened the lad that she had gotten herself on the wrong side of the tracks. With a tired sigh at her attempt at banter with Yogu, and a horrified look at the demonic amalgamation that was formally known as Kalabas making his advance toward Bloom- HE was going to be someone he dealt with sooner or later- the golden gilded Super Saiyan jumped right in front of the Majin Ball aimed at his loyal employee, holding his palm with his pointer finger and middle finger extended upward and the rest of his fingers closed faced toward the ball of Ki, a curious glint in his eyes. His pointer finger and middle finger then suddenly flicked downward as the power ball neared his immediate vicinity.
"Absolute Counter."
And as those two words left his mouth, the ball immediately dissipated- disappearing in an instant, as though it never existed in the first place. Of course, there was a rational explanation for such an event; it was simply Dion putting up an invisible Ki barrier strong enough to completely, well, counter the attack itself. But for the sake of theatrics he sure as hell made it out as though he completely removed the ball from existence.
"You should be more cautious of the undead Duke of yore behind you," the bartender suggested toward the blue goon as Kalabas began his dance of death with Bloom as his intended partner.
Turning to look at Yogu, he nodded wordlessly for him to take the wheel, pointing toward Bamboo as he slowly began to lower himself down toward Ashi, arms crossed as his head tilted in both confusion and amusement as she once again attempted to convince Dion of his own villainy whilst at the same time cracking open a cold one.
"I don't like Kalabas as much as any of you do, and I hold faith in Yogu's innocence, seeing as if he actually did do in someone that was of good nature, then Carro would not have taken on Kayen one on one for Yogu to assist me. So no, I don't think I'm exact the scum of the universe if I try and help Yogu out, at least."
His head then snapped immediately back to Amara and Scallio's location once more, his eyes widening as he sensed Scallio's already low energy signature blip out completely. A sinking, hurting feeling began to overtake him as he looked back at Ashi, a now irritated look on his face as he attempted to keep his composure, uttering in a barely composed tone, "So, you dog me for helping Yogu when your friend just went ahead and made themselves judge, jury, and executioner all in one by killing off Scallio? Who gave you all the right to make that call?"
Now things were getting out of hand. While he and Scallio weren't exactly the closest of friends, he still felt as though he could be salvageable in a way- that he could in fact be saved from himself before the fall.
Yet, now it was something that he would never come to find out, the opportunity taken right from under him as Scallio's flame was finally snuffed out.
Yet another fighter, he could've saved.
He had gained all of this power, and for what?
He couldn't even save one man.
KP 6/7, Absolute Counter [B1] Used to block for Yogu. 981,750 V 373,333, Barrier overpowers Bloom's attack and negates all damage.
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Post by Amara on May 27, 2020 8:06:01 GMT -6
"The same being that gave the President, Kami, and countless others the right to kill as well." Amara's voice rang out, the Saiyan bursting from the ocean in one smooth motion, arms crossed, and a sneer upon her face. Her previous armor was completely gone - save for the shattered remnants of the boots - and even the black undersuit she had left was tattered, torn, and scorched. Small streams of blood flowed freely from a few open wounds, complemented in color by the angry pinkish-red burn welts upon her skin. A headband, flashing alternating colors of an orangish-yellow and charcoal gray was looped around her head, an artifact the woman previously didn't have before. She was still soaked, too exhausted to bother keeping water at bay as she jettisoned through the ocean towards the epicenter of her fellow Stargoons' skirmish. "Besides," She intoned cruelly "He was another dangerous, planet-destroying villain. You and your lot should rejoice that the evil scumbags are taking each other out."
Amara landed upon one of the metal walkways, standing tall and steady despite her apparent injuries. "Regardless, with Scallio gone, there isn't a point to staying here anymore. Grab your shit, grab your friends, and go home doughboy." She'd yet to talk to Dion directly, though a previous encounter at the mountain and the fact that the Saiyan was a successful business mogul meant that Amara had somewhat of a grasp on who he was. "Unless you intend on attacking the Stargoons for now saving a planet?" Her lips twisted into a half-smirk, the woman breezing past Dion entirely as she zeroed in on Ashi. Bamboo and Bloom were busy fighting a pair of ghosts - and Amara didn't have the patience to really bother interfereing in that quite yet. May as well give Greenie the good fight she's been craving. "I'd apologize for bringing the mood down, but I'm just the slightest bit sour about a handful of things at the moment."
Amara regarded the Konatsian for a moment... and then reached around her, taking out a random can. She'd had enough saltwater to last a lifetime, and the fizzy drink slid down her parched throat in a few seconds, the Saiyan crushing the can in her palm and wiping her chin. "Give me a tl;dr on the current situation. I'd rather not stay here and risk Carro's 'justice' falling upon us while he's occupied with the Queen, so unless we have something else important to do, I suggest we leave." The remaining Heroes could easily turn on the Stargoons at once, and with the state Amara was in, it wouldn't be pretty. The Saiyan even had doubts that Kayen would even be able to injure the weird robo-fusion thing whatsoever, and between Carro, Dion, and Yogu their odds wouldn't look very good. The numbers advantage was a bit watered down by the fact that each of their possible opponents had far more power, with Amara being one of the strongest the Stargoons had to offer. "Scallio had a Senzu, but he ate it during our fight before I could swipe it." She rumbled irritably. "So suffice to say I won't be of much help in a prolonged fight."
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Bamboo
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PL: 185,000
Fauna Princess (x13P) Fauna Queen (x18/x14T)
Tag: @bamboo
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Post by Bamboo on May 27, 2020 17:13:45 GMT -6
|(Oil) Rigged Match| - Bamboo's PL: 3,150,000/2,450,000
Truthfully, Dion had lost Bamboo the moment he said 'think about it like this.' Bamboo had already done her daily dose of thinking for the day. She hated thinking, especially when she needed to actively think about something from something other then her own point of view. It wasn't like any others mattered, right?
She was just gearing up to tell Dion how little she cared about what he had just said as she was kicked squarely in the face. Bamboo wouldn't say that this wasn't what she wanted, but whoever did it could've at least made an entrance first. Was it so hard to announce your presence? At least the other ghost knew how. He didn't really have as much yelling as she would've liked, but having a mouth would make that pretty difficult. She wondered for a brief moment if she could make him scream, but didn't really have much time to ponder it. After all, she was flying through the air at a rapid rate, right into the water. Well, at least it was better then sand, right?
Fortunately, Bloom, cool, composed, elastic, Bloom, had caught her before she was launched too far. So reliable! Now she could punch the guy faster. Which she did, might I add, sending a fist squarely in his gut. Assuming the hit landed, she'd then clasp her hands together, bringing them up to uppercut the teen. She wasn't done yet, though, and if she'd gotten this far, she'd try and slam her hands back down, turning the ghost's head into a proverbial see-saw of pain. "Loser! You smell bad!" She wasn't good at insults.
This wasn't it, though- she had to do a bit more. Using the momentum from the elasticity, Bamboo slipped from Bloom's grip, rocketing herself into the air, arms splayed. She didn't know what a T-pose was, but she'd try her best, right? As she faced down the battlefield, a purple visage appeared before her. A neon purple lion, teeth bared, crackling with her immense Ki.
"Yeah! Let's get 'em! Shining Beast Fang!"
The lion head erupted. Into smaller lion heads, all of which rained down from the sky in a demonic-smelling rain. Each individual shot wasn't particularly strong, but they had a sinister feel to them. The shots didn't just damage your body- they damaged your stamina. The shots arced around her allies harmlessly, the other goons all avoiding her attack.
She landed on the ground soon after, satisfied by her T-pose. She sent a salute at Amara as she sipped her drink. "We kept 'em off you good, didn't we?" She crossed her arms and nodded, satisfied with her handiwork. She peered around her, the purple bolts of her attack continuing to rain hell on the ol rig and the water around them. Upon closer inspection, it would seem that the ocean surrounding the device had begun to take on an ominous purple hue. "...but yeah, if you're done, I think we should go!" She sent a glance over to where the fight had started, still smelling the scent of the immense power from here. Even Bamboo, battle-crazed as she was, didn't want to mess with that.
Not yet, at least. That person would beat her into the ground right now. Bamboo was fine with a good beating, but it had to be a fun one.
The one she'd receive from messing with him didn't sound fun in the slightest.
"You seem pretty banged up, too. You guys can start getting out of here if you want; I'm the strongest of us, so I'll hold em off!" She nodded vigorously. "...I'll need a ride when I catch up, though. Mine is... uh, I don't know."
[SIG] Shining Beast Fang used! 100 + Half and Half + Ki Cripple + Force. 1,368,000 damage incoming to Yogu, Kalabas and Dion. The attack will drain 1 KP if it hits!
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Post by Om-Yogu on May 30, 2020 9:35:31 GMT -6
Yogu couldn't even get a damn kick off one of them without another showing up out of nowhere! The new Majin declares that Mumbo and Maple were no longer with them. " WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEA-" And before he knew it a very BIG ball of ki was coming right for his gut. Only one word came to mind, " Crap." And the next thing he knew, everything in front of him became a blur! Then blonde-haired Dion was standing in front of him and the ki ball was gone? " How the hell did you do that?!" Dion directed the Majin's attention at the other ghost, who was approaching. Speaking of that other ghost, what the hell was up with him? The dude didn't have a face! Is that a thing that can just happen to ghosts? " Better not die again and find out..." Dion gave him the nod, and that was all he needed to rush at the weird green chick with the wings! But at the same time, she was rushing at him too! And he was not ready, his whole world getting absolutely rocked by that gut punch, followed up by an uppercut. Powering through the pain, he focused up quick enough, bringing an arm up to block as she was bringing her fists back down to clobber him in the head! His other fist shot out like a piston, but it narrowly misses her face as she's pulled back and launched into the air! If the whole fight was going to be like this, he was gonna get pissed real quick. Yogu was about to kick off the ground and rain hell down upon the green chick, but he paused when he saw that she was doing a... Was that a T-pose? " Why the hell do I get the weird one?!" Then things got even weirder! A lion head came out of nowhere and then it broke into smaller... WAS IT RAINING LITTLE LION HEADS?! For a moment Yogu couldn't help but look at the whole thing utterly dumbfounded. But that look of dumbfoundedness was quickly replaced with a big grin. " Alright... Sure. This'll be a challenge." Like clockwork, Yogu started pumping ki into his legs, took one step, and then disappeared from view as the rain of tiger heads started coming down. One second passed... Then two... Just where the hell was Yogu?! In one instant, he reappeared in front of Bamboo. His right arm engulfed in a blue flame of ki. " Might wanna dodge this one if you don't want BROKEN RIBS!" Yogu's fist shoots out, aiming for a solid gut punch that'll knock more than just the wind out of the green menace! The whole oil rig shudders with the release of that much energy so close to it. How much more would it take to make the whole thing collapse...? Yogu free falls back to the ground, trying to get as much distance as quickly as possible. Yogu couldn't help but think about Nashi when dealing with Stargoons. They had never fulfilled their promise to each other. To take on the Stargoons. And now Nashi was dead. And Yogu was... Dead. But he was here. And these guys seemed more than willing to take on the title of Stargoons. Plus, the blew up a KAI DAMNED PLANET! Not even Vocado had managed that. Yogu felt no remorse as he made the decision in his head. He was going to kill the Stargoons. They and their ideology would die out today. He'd make damn sure of it. Who gave a damn if these guys weren't even the ones who wronged him and Nashi? He'd still be fulfilling that promise. Hell, maybe if he killed the new Stargoons, it'd bring the old guard out from whatever scummy den they were hiding in. " Yo, Dion! How cool are you with putting these planet-destroying bastards in their grave? I got a feeling the no-mouth dude is all for it."
OOC: Ghoul
Yogu used [SU1] Overdrive Dash to evade Bamboo's SIG!
Yogu used [A1] Ki Focus to gut punch Bamboo! If it hits it will do 1,057,485 PL Damage!
KP: 7/7 -> 5/7
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Post by Majin Bloom on May 30, 2020 13:05:51 GMT -6
Bloom's PL: 1,120,000 | 1,456,000
Ah, there he was. As soon as Bloom let go of Bamboo, she glanced up to see the mouth-less Kalabas as his power flared to life. Or unlife, she guessed. What she wasn’t really prepared to see him bow so elaborately and then break into a tap dance. Bloom just stared utterly bewildered and transfixed by the Duke’s flamboyant display. He even knew how to juggle. What the heck? She squinted at him as he approached, unsure if he was going to make her his unwilling dance partner or actually try to hurt her. The answer seemed to be a bit of both as he jabbed his cane at her. Well, two could play at that. Bloom avoided the jabs of the cane in a burst of speed and strange motion. She threw in a couple poses for good measure every now and then. She was a Stargoon after all! She couldn’t be showed up by this guy! “You know, I’d love to join you Ashi, but this guy is being kind of insistent here… Save me some snacks, yeah…?”Bloom kicked off the metal of the platform and launched herself away from Kalabas just for a second to recoup her bearing and get a sense for what had happened to Bamboo. Dion was saying something again, going off on a really long argumentative tangent that Bloom just knew that no one was actually listening to anymore. Bloom sighed and called out to Dion. “Earth isn’t getting destroyed and you know it… At least, not by us… And the Afterlife is really cushy… I know… I’ve been there… well, to Hell anyway, and if that place was cushy… Heaven must be paradise… Plus, we fight for everyone in the universe who isn’t happy with the same old status quo… the Bamboos… the outcasts and rejects… Whatever you wanna say… something, something about a cage… Mumbo had a better speech for this kinda thing…”He really was better at this sort of thing. The leader thing, the speech thing, the Stargoon thing. Bloom signed, feeling a bit disheartened with the way that everything was going. Before Bloom could get too caught up in her own personal worries about leadership, Amara showed up. Bloom perked up with a smile that quickly faded into a worried frown. Damn, she looked pretty banged up. As she went over to Ashi, Bloom glanced at the Duke who was probably by now missing his dance partner. She charged straight at him, sending a kick to his midsection to get some distance while waving at Amara. “Hey Amara…! Yeah, then I guess it’s unanimous…!” Bloom said as Bamboo pitched in, hopping a few times back toward the others. “Guess I’ll call it… Let’s go on and get out of here… Amara, we’ll cover your escape, okay…?” Bloom glanced at Bamboo and smiled a crooked smile. “I’ll help you with holdin’ em off… Think I’d leave you all alone…? Crazy… Oh…! Bamboo, watch out…! Ghost dude…!”Bloom pointed to Yogu as he zoomed forward to send a gut punch at her. She could have gotten in the way, but Bloom felt confident in her fellow goon’s ability to handle it. After all, it was something that she could handle pretty easily herself. Bloom glanced back to Ashi and Amara. “Oh, by the way, you guys wanna go on vacation here for like a day or two…? Seems kinda nice…”Unfortunately, it was at this time that Yogu called out to Dion to kill them all, which set Bloom in a bit of a less vacationing mood. Bloom glanced at Dion, remembering the last time that they’d met a long time ago in Satan City. He’d seemed like a pretty chill guy back then. Maybe not as self righteous, but he had tried to talk her out of her fun. At least, until that weirdo went totally crazy. Anyway, it was worth trying to reason with him. “Dion… dude… If you guys come at us in earnest, I can’t promise we won’t return the gesture in kind… Don’t you think it’d be better if you got your grumpy ghost guy friend under control and just let us walk away…? We didn’t come here to kill goodies… just to back up our friend Amara here… We can catch up back on Earth later… over milkshakes or something… I’ll find ya… and we can talk then… cool…?”Getting out of here with everyone intact was more important to Bloom than some petty revenge against the ghost Kalabas. She could always find and beat the crap out of him later. Preferably with Dosu once he found a way to bust out of Hell. That’d be fun for sure. Dosu would probably enjoy laying into him, and, honestly, she was itching to fight beside the red Goon again. She missed that guy something fierce. She just knew he’d give her such a wallop if she died just as he was about to break out.
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Post by Kalaboo on May 30, 2020 14:30:21 GMT -6
Aah... Sweet, sweet, bewilderment-filled adoration! But of course Kalabas knew his moves would attract the eyes of all, what sort of saiyan noble did not dabble at dancing!? One scarcely owed the name, the ballroom was after all the battlefield of the court. Not that he would ever pick it over an actual battlefield, where diablerie manifested in much more filling taps and punches- AND POSES! Oh, such wonderful poses! The Duke conceded that the gummy warrior had him beat in that sole regard, planting the metal dart between them and bursting into a clap as Bloom somersaulted away. What an entertaining back and forth, a shame she had decided to avenge that Dosu heran fellow. As for her speech, well... If anything, it served to let the ghost take a moment to appreciate the sea, take in the maritime breeze over the smell of burnt ectoplasm, old tar and fleshling pheromones. Weren't they such weird creatures, the living? So full of secretions, stringy meat layers and wet bones. It would be quite interesting experiencing that whole gamut of amino acids again, but first the ghost would have to see this whole spandexed gaggle dead. Certainly, they would stay true to aplombed nihilism and enjoy the many pleasures of hell: bramble juice on a ogre ivory cup, the epitome of decadence! Oh, the majin was back? Villains really did have a way with words, at least one faster than most heroes. Bloom's kick found no purchase, phasing through the ghost as he looked at the big lion head in the sky. It was not the president's infernal engine, as he had first though, but a rather elaborate ki construct that burst into many miniatures of itself... An impressive sight! He gave a single clap. Now, how to tackle this? Heads came all roaring around the ghost, each roaring explosion giving way to more, rising a great cloud of dust and shrapnel. It cleared as swiftly as it came, showing no sign or residue of the ghost's passing besides a floating golden wall and a hole in the plate floor. Instead, the hulking warrior surged between Yogu and Dion, punctuating the half-konatsian's proposition for the wholesale slaughter of the goons with a very enthusiastic «ok» sign. Perhaps this enterprise should be extended to whatever others remain in the galaxy? And their fans too, for commodifying evil with each overblown shirt they bought. They were the real villains. Kalabas made more of his thoughts known to Dion as he pricked the earthling's most irritatingly bloodless hands with the magic quill even faster than one could say 'sewn-in headband pouch'. On the palm of his right it read: If you are quite done with being charmed by that green-haired trollop, I advise you to focus on the fight. Short as you are, you never much had of a shot anyway. Same goes for the saiyan hag.On the other hand's palm, however:
Don't fret, the ink isn't permanent.Do fret, they will see Earth and Vegeta going the way of Namek before a year passes.But worry not, they saved this planet, meaning that they have all but redeemed their evilness coupons!Winky faceKalabas loomed behind Dion's shoulder, checking if the magic had worked well. It didn't. He fixed by properly writing out: Winky face He concluded by drawing a sharp toothy grin on his own face.
KALABAS uses [UB2] STALWART WONDERWALL (1,504,800 PL) to block [SIG] SHINING BEAST FANG (1,368,000 PL)!
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Post by Ashi on May 30, 2020 17:18:36 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Luminary Blaze (x12P) |
Ashi couldn't help but roll her eyes at the hypocrisy of what she was hearing and seeing from this trio of losers. Firs of all, Amara showed up in kind of a bad way, prompting Ashi to sit up and frown as she looked the Yellow Star Goon up and down. Well, even if they all kind of knew death had no deep meaning to it, Ashi imagined that didn't really make killing your own son particularly easy. Pain was still real, after all, and inflicting pain upon loved ones was a bit meaningful. She was pretty sure they'd be seeing Scallio again in like, eight or so months. Ashi took another sip of her beer as she looked up and watched the two ghosts and the blue and green goons start to go at it, with Bamboo blasting off a rather powerful attack at all three of their current opponents. Smart. Make 'em waste energy.
The Konatsian shrugged at the Saiyan, and explained, "Well, we meant to only tackle Alfredo and the one ghost who apparently can't talk, but the annoying one followed us, too. couple self righteous speeches and hypocritical statements later, you showed up, and I guess we're done here." A small burp escaped her lips as she stood up and craned her neck back and forth. It'd probably be kinda rough to try and bail with both of the ghosts, and maybe even the pizza boy blocking them and pelting attacks at them, though. Both of the half dead boys didn't really seem like they'd be, well, reasonable, but this Alfredo guy seemed like he at least had a few principles he followed. ...Even if it seemed like those principles changed from moment to moment.
She glared over at the pizza boy, and replied, "You really gonna go and dog one of our pals for having to kill her own son to save this backwater planet? Sheesh. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but didn't your 'pal' with the giant robot dog just blast a bunch of people who were attacking Earth to smithereens? You guys hail him as a hero, right? Sure, that guy can do no wrong." Ashi rolled her eyes, quite thoroughly annoyed by this trio of morons. "Anyway, I'm sure if you have such a problem with that, then you'd surely have a problem with your buddy over there saying he wants to kill us just cause he's in the mood?" Ashi then frowned again at the other silently smug ghost, and narrowed her eyes at him as he approached Alfredo from behind.
The green haired woman stepped forward and shoved a finger into his mouthless face, as she lectured, "Oh, and don't think I'm not wise to your act. You were on the same team as the guy who hired us to blast Namek - he told me as much when he hired me. That nice little distraction you guys were causing on Earth to keep the good guys away while we did our jobs? Thanks for that, I seriously doubt we could've done our jobs without your help." Ashi then glanced over at Bamboo and the "yo" guy, who were in some kind of scuffle, which Bloom had just shouted something about. "Oh, for the love of-" she grumbled as she whipped her sword out of its sheathe and launched herself into the air, coming between her and the creep just in time to slash at the guy's fist and lessen the attack, though she still found herself being shoved back with some sore wrists from the impact.
"Blue, aren't you on guard duty? Get your head in the game!" she shouted over at Bloom. If a fight was inevitable, then Ashi's energy was better spent attacking, not defending. "Calling out attacks is all well and cool, but aren't you s'posed to be our shield, not our commentator?!" Ashi was a bit miffed at the moment, to say the least.
TAGS: Dion
[B1] used to block Yogu's [A1] for Bamboo!
1,057,485 - 522,720 = 534,765 x 0.5 = 262,383 or 17% damage taken!
KP: 3/3 > 2/3
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Post by Dion on Jun 1, 2020 16:21:41 GMT -6
While Dion found it incredibly bold that any of them, specifically, the one who had just recently done away with someone's life, would try and use Carro's situation wherein he had to resort to killing as a means of arguing their own agenda, he couldn't disagree that they indeed had a bit of a point. Scallio wasn't necessarily on the level of villainy that Kalabas himself was touted as, but then again, both of their own objectives led to the same result. Both were attempting to put billions of lives at risk due to their own personal turmoils, and no matter the turmoil, it never justified the taking of that many innocent lives. But, the thing that still separated the two situations in his mind were the fact that to him, Scallio still had a shred of decency when you looked past what you were given at face value, with Kalabas on the other hand being much too far gone for any sort of redemption arc to kick up for him. But then again, what if he was wrong, and Scallio was indeed beyond any sort of saving grace, and it would have ended the same exact way even with any attempt at intervention by Dion?
Either way, what's done is done, and with the main reason as to why he came in the first place gone, Dion was a bit at odds with himself as to what to do next. Of course, the most logical course of action was the one being repetitively (and usually quite rudely) pushed by the majority of the Stargoons present- leave the scene, leave them be, and wait to fight another day. Carro was also still dealing with the pirate Queen of the Saiyans not too far from their location as well, and so he could probably use some sort of support at this point.
But, was he really ready to allow a whole group of people escape with the blood of an entire planet, plus one, on their hands? Their logic of "we destroyed one but we saved one now so we should be even on the scales" did annoy him slightly, as well as the sentiment Bloom seemingly shared of Earth being nigh hither to untouchable, though as it stood his make-shift group was outnumbered three to one. And Dion wasn't at all ready to die on a hill that there was no need to shed any further blood on.
No, he and Yogu at the very least needed to put an end to this encounter quickly, before either of them made any impulsive moves and further continued this conflict. So, Dion ignored both Amara and Ashi, grabbing Kalabas by the wrist just as he finished jotting his notes down onto his palm and attempting to throw him over to Yogu for a bit of a team meeting.
The bartender was respectful enough to at least answer both Ashi and Amara before flying slightly a ways away though, replying in an evermore resolute tone, "Carro did the same thing your friend did- put the end to a madman's insanity before it could have ever gotten out of hand. Don't act as though those actions make him as much of a loose cannon as you might be, elf-girl."
His gaze focused solely on Amara as he flew off, with him leaving to her a few choice words of his own, saying, "And while I may be a doughboy, I do at least respect the fact that you realized what needed to be done and did it- no matter how painful it may have been. And that, I, thank you."
Before Dion was able to reach where the two ghostly boys were, however, he needed to take care of the Lion Head Ki blasts heading his way, and with a swipe of the flattened hand, the Saiyan wordlessly batted the barrage right back at Bamboo, the attacks not being nearly as strong as they were when they were heading at him, but, were still bound to cause a bit of an ouch on impact.
Finally, the bartender was able to make it over to where Kalabas and Yogu were congregating, and he wasted no time in making his case- choosing to focus on Yogu first as he said, "Look- Yogu, as much as I would love nothing but to give these sons of guns a damn good run for their money, it's just not within our best interest to engage. We're now outnumbered four to three, and with Blooms regenerative ability, she might as well count as whole other person with the type of durability she has. Not only that, but their experience in battle is probably much greater than ours- with their teamwork also being able to tip the scales in their favor as well. It just doesn't work in our favor at all. And, well.."
Dion paused for a moment, a heavy sigh coming from his lips as he laid a hand on Yogu's shoulder, muttering, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did kick the bucket in this battle, whether you're able to come back from it or not. I can't afford to lose a friend today. Hate me if you want, but I'm only doing this for your, no, our own, safety."
After Dion's plea toward Yogu was made, he then quickly turned to face Kalabas- this time, not being so soft with his approach as he crossed his arms, stating toward Kalabas with a more objective tone than he had used earlier, "And as for you- don't you think I haven't forgotten what you did back on Earth. Yeah, yeah, call me a lily livered coward all you want for making this decision, but you as the more experienced fighter also must know deep down you have little chance of winning this uphill battle as well. I'm giving you a second chance here by disregarding your Earth idiocy as well as the fact that you were apparently indirectly responsible for Namek- leave, with your life intact, and live to die another day. And if my choice of tactical retreat does bug you, I don't mind settling our business here and now."
Staring down Kalabas for a little while after his little tangent, Dion then turned to face Bloom with his final decision, saying aloud toward her, "Seeing as I lack the background knowledge to fully condemn the majority of you without a guilty conscience, yes- I'll take you up on your offer of discussing the details later. Just be sure you don't make any more headlines in the time inbetween, yeah?"
With their dispute seemingly, finally, settled, Dion turned in the direction of Carro, starting to fly off toward him just as he inquired as to how they were doing. Closing his eyes, he shot him a small update back toward him, "Everything seems to be settled over here. I've decided to let Kalabas and the Stargoons go for now, seeing as Yogu and I, if we were to engage, are sorely out-manned. Where exactly will I find you then?"
KP: 1/7, Full Counter used to block Bamboo's SIG. 1,963,500 - 1,368,000 = 595,500. Barrier has Damaging variant, so 595,500 damage is headed toward Bamboo. Attempting thread exit to move into Russe's split.
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