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Post by Duran on Aug 17, 2020 11:50:00 GMT -6
The wind howled past him for the fiftieth time that day.
For hours he sat upon the rock that was once his home, staring endlessly into the rubble and smog of the Tuffle Ruins. For months, Duran had roamed the ruined Capitol aimlessly, a desperate search for answers, for purpose. After his anger subsided and left him, all that was left was the void in his mind. A hollow stare, an empty heart...Duran felt as if all hope had left him.
Korla was no more. Namek was no more.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
So he roamed the Capitol's streets, his only company being his forlorn thoughts and memories. Slowly but surely, he began to accept that he would not find the answers he sought within these ruins. Scattered intrusions began to fill his head, urging him that maybe it was time to move on. To a different place. Perhaps a new home?
He cast the thoughts aside every time.
He couldn't leave. Not yet- not alone.
Again, the wind howled past his body. Fifty-one, Duran counted.
He looked up at the smog-filled skies, the endless Destron radiation painting the atmosphere in a sickening purple hue. Duran knew that spending his remaining days sulking wouldn't get him anywhere. His one chance at a new life, and he was wasting it by rotting away in these forsaken streets. He hated it. It made him anxious; Restless, and yet he couldn't stop.
The desolate thoughts just wouldn't leave his mind.
Duran finally shifted on the rock, metallic fingers anxiously running over the ridges in his Saiyan armor. He felt himself grow more and more nervous by the second. His fingers began to scratch at the armor, before tapping onto them repetitively. He tapped faster and faster as his fearful thoughts festered, clouding his mind in static. His hollow eyes widened onto the streets.
The wind howled as it passed by. Fifty-two.
It was then that Duran finally moved. He quickly slammed a clenched fist into the rock below him, before hurriedly standing to his feet. Breathing heavily, his fingers moved to the side of his head to access his internal Scouter system. From his robotic eye, a holographic display emerged out into the air before him.
It searched far and wide, before finally connecting to the only person Duran had left.
[D-03K0: Iyokan, do you copy? This is Duran.]
[D-03k0: I need to talk to you. Please come to my location A.S.A.P.]
[D-O3k0: ...Thank you.]
[SENDING COORDINATES...
COORDINATES SENT.]
Duran felt conflicted. It had been months since he last spoke to Iyokan, much less seen her. He'd always wanted to be beside her, deep within his heart he knew that much, yet somehow...He couldn't bring himself to face her.
He couldn't bring himself to confront his failure. To face the truth.
His eyes shut tightly as he let out a raspy, masked breath. A shaky hand moved to his belt and turned the Gravity Device stored within all the way to 'times ninety'. Waves of excrutiating pain immediately coursed through his body, muscles clenching and trembling as he struggled to stand on two feet.
The choking pressure of the increased gravity served to distract him from his fears, to focus on the physical pain rather than the mental.
A temporary relief from his thoughts; An escape. An addiction.
Duran's PL: 50,600 (Fused)
x90 Gravity is in effect for Duran.
Items: Scouter, Gravity, Destron Machine, Minions+Shell
560/4000 WCIyokan |
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Post by Iyokan on Aug 19, 2020 22:53:39 GMT -6
Iyokan: 76,000 | 86,560 (Fused) | 50,600 (Set) Veis: 8,000 | Libit: 8,000 Iyokan stood in the ruins of her fathers laboratory. On the table in the center of the room, connected to all manner of cables and pipes, was a small fabrication of a humanoid. Another Destron Droid of Iyokan's make, though earlier in her line- Ponkan. She had discovered him on the distant planet of M-2, where she had barely escaped the violent attack of a rogue tuffle machine mutant. As she read over the comprehensive results of his diagnostic scan, her HUD began to beep an alert in the corner of her vision. The sender, Duran, had finally made contact with her once more. Since her first encounter on Vegeta, she had lost contact with Talia and Duran. No matter how she wandered and scanned the horizon, they had eluded her sensors. Immediately, she paused diagnostic and left the room. She was already in the air as she formulated her reply. > D-10K4: Copy. Duran, this is Iyokan. I will be there momentarily.It was always a point of interest for Iyokan, navigating the wreckage of tuffle civilization. Though she found no strong emotion of joy or intrigue like she might have once upon a time, she did notice that despite there being no logical reason to focus on the task she was always comparing her previous records to the new ones. It was interesting how things changed, but subtle hints of what was still remained after thousands of years. For instance, the crumbling rubble Duran found himself was once a pâtisserie owned by a pleasant little family of five. Dr. Satsuma was quite fond of it. Bringing herself to a quiet stop behind Duran, she announced her presence. "Duran. You needed me?"
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Post by Duran on Aug 20, 2020 17:47:57 GMT -6
After mere moments, Duran's communicator replied with a set of high beeps. Iyokan had confirmed that she'd be there shortly, and Duran breathed out in relief. He felt his heart thump deeply within his chest as he began to grow nervous. Eyes closed in response as he tried to relax his breathing.
His mind wandered to the immense pain the augmented gravity forced onto his body. While his joints and muscles cried out in agony, his mind felt soothed. He focused on that pain instead of his thoughts, and let them fill his headspace completely. The entire world around him drowned out as the dull humming of his Gravity Device filled his ears...
Soon, Iyokan's voice replaced the dull humming. Duran's eyes opened again.
The Cyborg remained in silence for a moment, blinking slowly as his sights sagged toward his feet. Duran collected his thoughts and fears, and turned to face Iyokan.
''...Yes, I did. Thank you for coming.''
There was a somberness tone to Duran's voice. The confident look in his eye was replaced with a bleak, lifeless grimace. Static already began to fill his mind as he was met with Iyokan's face. Duran looked away, staring lifelessly at the ground as the humming of his Gravity Device filled the space between them.
''Iyokan, I...'' Duran tried to speak, yet immediately found him choking on his own words. He couldn't get a proper grip on his thoughts. What was he going to say to her? Where did he even begin? Duran tightened his fist, breathing heavily. There was one thing he knew for certain. One feeling he knew to be true.
''I'm afraid, Iyokan.''
He finally looked up at her, straight in her eyes.
''I'm so afraid...''
Duran's entire expression contorted as he finally exposed the truth. With him finally admitting to his fears, Duran started to get a hold on his thoughts, and began to explain.
''Ever since we lost Korla, I've come to the realization that...We're the only ones left. If we die, our people will forever die with us...Again.'' Duran paused for a moment, trying his best to breathe regularly. ''I've been avoiding you because I couldn't accept it. Korla's death, Namek's loss...Everything.''
''It's up to us now to rebuild Plant. It's up to us to repopulate the Tuffle people, but how? I fear that we're too weak...That we'll also die.'' Silence suddenly filled the air.
''...Just like Korla.''
His voice was filled with despair. Duran was a fool to think that his meager boosts in strength would ever be enough to survive. Monsters roamed the Galaxy, beings of power they had no hopes of ever crossing. One unlucky encounter, and they would simply...Cease existing.
The thought terrified Duran to his very core.
''Namek made us lax...It made us forget just how dangerous this galaxy truly is. We need to grow stronger, Iyokan. So that none of this can ever happen again.'' Duran's eyes met Iyokan's once again, shining with the tiniest sliver of hope.
''I want to fight you at maximum strength. Saiyans experience a large leap in power when brought to the brink of death...I believe I can experience this as well, this 'Zenkai'...''
''We must survive at all costs. You understand, right Iyokan?''
560+540 = 1100/4000 words
this came out way too long ugh i hate myself :(
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Post by Iyokan on Sept 1, 2020 17:00:18 GMT -6
Iyokan: 76,000 | 86,560 (Fused) | 60,000 (Set) Veis: 8,000 | Libit: 8,000 Sometimes talking to Iyokan must have felt like 'talking to a brick wall', an idiom she would have probably found some humor in some months ago. As Duran spilled his fear, and his bubbling emotions to her, probably in some effort to claim comfort and support from his sister, Iyokan could only watch on with a stagnant expression and attentive eyes. With a simple nod, and the slightest twinge of some familiar, disgusting feeling of sorts lost deep within in her core, she slid her front foot around behind her. "If fighting will help you grieve," she brought a palm forward and her power level increased to 60,000 BP. With a single bow, she dove forwards and drove a blow toward Duran's solar plexus. Her attack was direct, plain as her flat tone and immediate action at Duran's words were. "than I will help you."
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Post by Duran on Sept 4, 2020 3:00:16 GMT -6
Duran barely had the chance to react when Iyokan pressed forward, plunging her fist directly into his midriff. Iyokan's blow was sharp, precise and ultimately flat. It lacked ferocity. It lacked emotion.
...Then again, that is what he had learned to expect from Iyokan.
The blow launched him backwards, driving his feet off the ground just slightly before he dug them into the concrete below. Skidding to a stop, Duran's eyes lowered as he looked toward Iyokan. ''You're as blunt as ever.'' Duran grumbled. Iyokan had plainly summarized what had been on Duran's mind in only ten words. It felt insulting to admit, but it is what it came down to.
Darting forward, Duran formed a ball of condensed Ki in the palm of his cybernetic hand. He approached Iyokan in an erratic pattern, zig-zagging from left to right as he closed the distance between them. Once Duran had reached her, he drove his arm forward, attempting to plunge the volatile Ki directly into Iyokan's gut.
In the gaps between their physical changes, Duran still attempted to coax some amount of information out of her. They had left eachother's company so abruptly, it had been a mystery as to what Iyokan had busied herself with.
''So what have you been up to? Any discoveries on your end? I've lost track of your signal at one point. Did you leave the Ruins?''
1100 + 231 = 1331/4000 Words
Short post for momentum!
[A1]Hunter Killer used! 16,698 PL coming at'cha
KP: 2/3
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