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Post by Amara on Aug 23, 2020 20:40:54 GMT -6
Thread PL: 180,000 | Items: Blood Ruby Pendant, Battle Armor, Scouter
A flick of her wrist and the entire sprawling metropolis of Central City would be a reduced to ash. Amara stared out over the maze of concrete, asphalt, and capsule homes peppered and strewn throughout. From high, high up in the clouds and with the power to level entire civilizations in a breath... things almost felt meaningless. The people, humans of Earth, stopped feeling like people long ago. They'd moved past an annoyance too, and now mostly just served to fill the background space. Mere wisps of life trailing along in life until they died some meaningless death and got shoved into the afterlife just so their soul could be recycled. What was the point of it all? Outside of the people with real, tangible power, it was all just... dull. So why then did she hesitate to harm them? Amara was a Stargoon, the scourge of the galaxy, a dead-to-rights bonafide Villain.
Yet she could hardly muster the energy to do an actual evil. It wasn't goodness that plagued her either, no, but more of apathy that didn't compel the Saiyan one way or another when it came to the lives of others. The logical part of her knew that treating these insects like disposable trash would only draw the ire of the actually strong Heroes on Earth... but maybe that's just what she wanted. They were the only things that really entertained her anymore aside from the other Stargoons - though the social network on that end has been waning recently. Bloom seemed to vanish from comms, Mumbo was messing about near Beppa, and Amara wasn't even sure where the remainder of the team was. An era of peace was swiftly encroaching the galaxy with all major threats slain and laid to a seemingly permanent rest. Villains, after all, didn't get to magically defy death with Dragon Balls.
Her whole spiral of frustration had started soon after Gemini, and it didn't take a genius to hazard a guess to what was partially responsible. Scallio's blood was on her hands, where it would remain for the rest of her days. The makeshift bandana, torn from the remnants of his ashen cloak, was tucked away neatly at Stargoon HQ. Her son - as stupid as he was - gave her a second purpose. Protect him during escapades of destruction. Now that mission had ended by her own hands. Everything she'd worked for was falling apart around her, and Amara had no way of stopping it. The Stargoons were drifting apart, riven by internal issues and external problems that plagued each of its members. Her son was dead, leaving none she truly cared for to protect. Amara had nothing again.
Why. Why did she always end up alone.
Her arm stretched out, fingertips reaching for the edge of Central City's horizon. A small ball of golden energy flickered to life, hissing violently. Maybe... maybe she should just do something for fun. Blow something up to feel happy again. To feel anything besides this empty pit of apathy and frustration. Surely blowing a crater into the center of Central City would get someone's attention. Maybe the Kami. The President and his cat. Dion, the annoying Saiyan. Somebody... somebody might come. And they'd be all too happy to give her a good fight to the death. The orb hummed with energy, awaiting the small motion of Amara's hand to fly off and start her suicidal campaign. "No," Amara dispersed the energy harmlessly. "Not... not yet."
Something smaller. Starting with the grand finale was a lackluster way to put on a show. Her target shifted to the industrial zone of the city, factories churning out smokestacks and filled with vehicles ferrying people to them and goods away from them. A single orb was all it took to demolish the first, a shell of the building left behind as clouds of acrid smoke plumed into the sky. Now all she had to do was wait... and if nobody came, she'd move on to the next.
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Zurubita
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Post by Zurubita on Aug 23, 2020 22:54:58 GMT -6
“Yep. It’s definitely busted,” Came a slightly accented voice as a rather large woman could be seen not far from the outskirts of Central City staring at a rather… rough-looking spaceship that would have looked quite impressive. She brought a hand up to scratch at the top of her lightly silver short hair, a puzzled expression on her face as she tried to figure out how best to get it repaired. She’d arrived on Earth mere moments ago after running into a little trouble with the authorities while passing through. It wasn’t her fault AT ALL, and she’d stick by that. She pouted, crossing her arms finally as she said to no one in particular, “What else was I supposed to do when asked to ‘cut engines and prepare to be boarded’?” She scoffed, laughing, “Definitely not that.” Walking away from the ship, locked and shut down for the time being, Zurubita was at a loss for what to do as she contemplated her options – settling down on a conveniently placed stump. Ignoring the slight groan of it settling beneath her weight, she supposed her face with her hands and slumped over, “Okay, let’s evaluate. On Earth? Check! Food and supplies to last a few months? Check!” A sudden explosion rang out near the river of the city, pulling her attention from her current problems and staring at the plume of dark smoke that erupted. “… Random explosion from nearby? Uh… check.” It was probably a good idea to avoid that. Not her business, you know? Zurubita looked away pointedly, giving an assured couple of nods as she stood up and walked over to her ship. Only a few paces in, however, and she paused in place. Finally, with a loud sigh and slumped shoulders, Zurubita shook her head, “Nope. Can’t do it. Stupid conscience.” Bounding up into the air, Zurubita was quickly flying toward where she saw the smoke rising. People were screaming. Crying. Screaming while crying, and it all had her a little nervous as she landed and approached, “Hey!” She called, “Anyone know what happened? Did you, like… leave the oven on or something?!” She called out, trying to get the attention of anyone as they ran away from the destruction with little success. She raised a hand to the side of her head, scratching the top of it in befuddlement, “How in the hell-?” That was when she saw it; or, rather, them – or what she assumed was them as it looked like a person was floating in the air above it all. Zurubita winced, “Oh boy…” Blind to any amount of power they sported, the large woman floated up to the other one and called to them with a nervous chuckle, “Heeey, what’s going on? Got a hatred for factories? They smell really bad, but they’re kiiinda necessary for, like…” She gestured with her hands vaguely, making a soft ‘pffttt’ noise, “-making stuff. Wanna talk about it? Maybe destroy some hoagies instead of property?” She grinned awkwardly, throwing two thumbs down toward the city, as if her stab at diplomacy had any merit. Amara |
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Post by Amara on Aug 24, 2020 8:31:15 GMT -6
Amara almost didn't register the pulse of an energy signature drawing near. Compared to her, it was nothing. A speck, hardly worth distinguishing from the milling crowds of scattered Earthlings running about. Two things caught the Stargoon's attention. The first being the distant sound of a voice, seemingly directed at her. The second was that this stranger was flying. Not an everyday task despite how mundane it was to Amara by now. Any attempt at humor was summarily ignored, a frown crossing the older Saiyan's face. "I'd ask if you know what you're up against, but judging by this whole charade I can safely assume you don't." And if they did... well it wasn't in her court to judge deadly consequences. "Run along before you get atomized." Expending any effort on ignoramuses like this would be more wasteful than shooting beams off into the open sky.
At least this was starting to have her desired effect. Drawing out the Heroes and do-gooders one at a time... even if they were starting small. "Go and contact an actually strong good guy while you're at it, yeah?" LEO would prove to be a challenge... and most likely her undoing. The mechanical beast was able to defeat Kayen in single combat upon Gemini - who was both stronger than her AND shared a form in Super Saiyan. Amara may have gotten more powerful since that day, but it was nowhere near enough. Amara huffed, staring at the raging fire below with disinterest. Perhaps people thought the first explosion was only an accident of some sort? Destroying more would surely rectify that assumption. Ignorning Zurubita entirely, Amara formed another orb of destruction upon her outstretched palm, aiming it at the next building over - the population of which had all been evacuated by now. With a flick, the projectile was sent soaring towards its' target, intent on blowing it up. It was a weak attack - one with little energy (relatively speaking) put into it for Amara's level. It wouldn't be impossible for someone to intercept it...
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Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 24, 2020 10:36:17 GMT -6
Thread PL: 188,500 (Suppressed to 1)
Items: Hermit's Sunglasses
Did Yogu hate himself? Yeah. Did he have any idea where he was going or why? No. He'd kinda just... Given up. He had caused enough trouble for people and, in his blind rage, killed an innocent person. Who was also the queen of a planet? Awesome. Just great. And then there was all of that stuff that happened on that water planet. So, he just felt it best if he dropped off the face of the universe. Being stuck as a ghost forever, sitting around in some empty place on earth, it all felt like a fitting punishment for what he'd done. They'd got the dragon balls all together, so Nashi would get revived. Nashua would too. Oh! And Carro. Everyone would be okay, while the villains wallowed in defeat, and a time of peace would come. But Yogu would still be stuck here, dead. A shadow of his former self, a ball of anger and grief. He supposed he got the same short end of the stick as the bad guys. He pretty much was a bad guy, just one that called himself a hero. So there he was, in some city somewhere on earth, he hadn't been paying attention. He'd pretty much been haunting this one spot for the past month and was ready to just sit there for the next couple hundred years or however long it takes for ghosts to stop existing. He was roused from his... Well, not exactly sleep. It was more like spacing out for several weeks. But he was woken from this state because the place he had been haunting just so happened to be a particular industrial zone. The industrial area that just so happened to be getting turned to dust from a rain of ki blasts from the sky. Yogu's first reaction was general annoyance and confusion, " Wh-What...? HEY CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP?!" He then realized what was happening and, at first, considered just walking away. Finding a new place to haunt. But seeing all of these people, scared for their lives... And that was a pretty big explosion. People could already be dead. And he didn't sense any heroes coming to stop whoever it was that was doing this. " Alright... Guess I'm gonna come out of retirement! ...Nah, that sounded dumb." Just as that ki projectile was about to crash into the next building, surely costing hundreds of thousands of Zeni in property damage, it turns around and starts careening back towards Amara! Following that ball of ki was Yogu, who had deflected it to make his grand entrance on the scene! " Sup." Yogu looks over the two there, and recognizes one of them! " Oh, heyyyy! You were that lady on the water planet. Didn't you kill your son or somethin'? Rough." Well, it was definitely her that was blowing stuff up. " Well, I know you wanted a good guy who was actually strong, but I think the grey-haired chick over there and I are the best you're gonna get." This actually felt kind of... Good. Like he was actually doing something right. Being an actual hero. Maybe Yogu shouldn't give up and fade into obscurity just yet. He's always been stubborn, so perhaps if he was just a little more stubborn and dug a bit harder, he'd find a path to redemption. Or he was just some dead kid playing pretend hero. It was probably the latter.
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Post by Yanwang on Aug 24, 2020 12:59:32 GMT -6
Yanwang walked over to Central City. He was walking around and bored as usual. He was really good at being bored. He wondered if it was a talent? Being bored was not his style. There had to be something to do. And the air smelled horrible today. It smelled like a ghost. That was never a good smell. But another smell filled the air. It smelled like Ki. That was never a good smell. Yanwang decided as a hero he should do something about it. He ran over to see the chaos with three people standing there. Two of them he didn't know but one he did. The stinky Yogu. Last time they talked Yogu had been kind of mean to him. Thinking he couldn't fight for himself. "You big meanie." Yanwang pointed at Yogu. "Last time we talked you didn't want me to fight these saiyans now your fighting one! Hogging the spotlight. I can fight and beat even a super saiyan." Yanwang grumbled.
He glanced at the white-haired saiyan. They seemed to be nonhostile. They had not tried to blow anything up. Yanwang nodded. "Thank but we got it from here. Well, I got it from here." He glanced at Yogu then back Zurubita. "As the strongest person here i'll handle this situation." Yanwang slowly walked towards Amara. "So you're the villain causing this destruction. Well, I'm going to beat you up alone." Yanwang made sure to make that last part really clear. Maybe he was stealing everyone thunder but he had something to prove his old friend. That he was not some little kid. Well, he was but he could fight anyone. Yanwang kicked off the pavement without another word not even thinking to talk and ask about her problems. He charged forward sending a knee towards her gut and then swinging both arms in an axehandle formation right on her big head.
Powerlevel:184,000
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Zurubita
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Post by Zurubita on Aug 24, 2020 16:47:39 GMT -6
Yeah, this… this isn't going well, Zurubita thought with a forced smile as the woman summarily dismissed her, although she did so with some modicum of dignity. The Saiyan winced as she called out for her to send someone that was ‘actually’ strong and she couldn’t deny it – it stung QUITE a bit. With a simple single-shouldered shrug, the Saiyan responded, “Sorry, but I ain’t about that. I’ve got a reputation, see, and…” She grinned, leaning a leg back as she tipped her chin upwards, “-my great, great grandma would probably just chastise me if I ran away, anyway.” With a laugh, Zurubita had a few more words to say, maybe to try and dissuade this woman from trying to kill her when a rather young-looking man came to the fray – even protecting the area from more damage as they arrived! Ki blind as she was, she had no idea just how strong they were but the tank-like Saiyan, she didn’t really seem to mind the lack of knowledge. She grinned at Yogu, appreciating his comment, “Hey!” She looked between the two, “’Good guy’, ‘bad guy’, does it really matter? What matters is that someone cares about trying to stop you, right?” She didn’t know the story on this lady, but, if her family taught her anything: it was the wonton destruction usually meant a cry for attention. She mostly chalked it up to it being a ‘Saiyan thing’. She didn’t really know anything about Humans yet… The arrival of another, rather odd-looking kid had her look over at him with a loo of concern, “Are you sure?” He sounded all heroic ad stuff, but-? That’s a kid, if I’ve ever seen one and I’ve seen a lot of them! After a moment of waiting, Zurubita just looked back at Amara with a smirk, “That settles it,” She crossed her arms, “I’m definitely fighting you if he’s fighting,” She tossed a thumb toward Yanwang. Then, she realized with a blink that she didn’t know any of them and that felt kind of off, “Uh… so my name is Zurubita and-” Suddenly, Yanwang was off and bounding towards Amara. “Aaaand now we’re fighting!” She quickly assessed with a flustered expression, “Gotcha! Introductions later!” She looked to Yogu and gestured to follow before bounding toward Amara and trying to follow-up his axe-handle with an attempted to grapple on her ankle. If she grabbed it successfully, Zurubita would laugh and try to swing her around, “You like destruction, right?! Take a look at your handiwork, then!” Before trying to throw her into the remnants of the destroyed factory. Amara
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Post by Amara on Aug 24, 2020 18:45:54 GMT -6
"A reputation," Amara said dully. "Right. Guess that tail means you're a Saiyan? Never seen one with silver before." Nobody in the known universe ever took the offer to flee - for varying reasons. Some were simply stronger than the one making the threats, while others saw the opportunity to gain some of the most potent drug... clout. A drop of recognition and praise was enough to stoke egos and flood minds with dopamine. "Well if you value your life at all, I suggest you leave lest I wrench it from your corpse." Amara's second shot was fired, the orb sailing towards the building before being rudely intercepted and turned around. The Saiyan scoffed, slapping the reflection away with minimal effort as the energy exploded into a harmless shower of golden sparks high in the sky. "You." She said simply, eyes narrowing. Nashua's killer, the loudmouth ghost Carro worked so desperately to protect on Gemini.
"Just as loud as ever, Yogu." He blabbered something about Gemini and the events that happened there, causing Amara to shrug. "Sure. That was me." And for whatever reason, the specter decided to downplay his own power despite the Yellow Stargoon knowing first-hand just how strong he was. "Right. A power level of, what, one?" Double checking with her scouter, the device happily chirped that exact number back at her. "I know you're around my level, ghost. You were the one who killed Nashua after all, and nobody with a measly PL of one could deflect that attack." Amara rolled her shoulders casually, taking a loose stance. "But I appreciate you coming by. Here's a perfectly good chance to re-establish yourself as a Hero again, yeah? Curry some favor with the likes of Carro and beat up a dastardly infamous Stargoon at the same time." What aspiring do-gooder wouldn't salivate at the chance?
Unfortunately, the showdown was interrupted by the untimely arrival of a small red gremlin with a massive power level... one that Amara vaguely recognized. "Yanchang?" It was something like that. The diminutive Ogre had requested help in capturing a Ghost on the outskirts of an Earth farm back when she was still doing freelance. He had been strong then and had only gotten stronger... though comparatively, Amara had made a much larger chunk of progress in the same amount of time. "I didn't take you as the boisterous Hero type." He seemed to be more content with wandering around, eating things, and capturing Ghosts as his Ogre occupation or something. "Yeah, that'd be me. Generic Villain blowing up shit in a city." He proudly declared he'd defeat her alone. Another clout chaser, perhaps. Looking to prove himself.
Amara quirked a brow as the Ogre began his attack, aiming a knee for her gut which was met with solid resistance courtesy of Amara's new Katchin armor. She barely felt the pressure as he followed up with a swing to her exposed head, the Stargoon kicking off and darting a few meters away. Her defenses were superb, but continual or precise trauma would certainly strike true if Amara let every attack slip by. "Who taught you how to fight?" She grumbled, simply observing the myriad of enemies now facing her. "All brute strength and no form." Someone shouted something to her, Amara turning to face the encroaching power signature only to quash down a smirk as the Saiyan from before came at her. The Stargoon made no attempt to dodge or counter Zurubita, giving a mocking gasp as her leg was grabbed. "Oh no. Have mercy," Amara was sent flying towards the ruined factory, tumbling through the air at a controlled pace as she disappeared from sight into the rubble.
She didn't stay gone for long, however, and quick as a flash the Saiyan rose from the ruins with a flaming half-melted support beam in her hand. "Thanks for the flight. I brought you back a souvenir." Thrusting forward, the makeshift weapon was hurtled at Zurubita with staggering speed, enhanced by a trail of crackling yellow Ki that Amara had imbued it with. "Come now, don't you all know that teaming up to stop the bad guy splits the dividends of glory?" Ki pooled in the Stargoon's hands as she raised both arms up, shooting off blasts of energy at both Yogu and Yanwang alike. "I don't mind a challenge like this, but lets make it interesting at least." Holding up a single finger for pause, Amara attempted to speak: "Stick to your regular forms only. Ramping up the ceiling on this fight would only damage and destroy the same city you're supposedly trying to protect. That way I get to enjoy this battle a bit more and you all get a better claim to superb protection."
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Post by Russ on Aug 24, 2020 23:41:26 GMT -6
PL: 100,000
"What do you mean its past the due date? I thought I had another week to return Ginyu Force Adventures volume two?" a protesting voice can be heard in a local library in Central City. That voice belonged to a half-breed boy wonder who is trying to return a comic book he rented from a library long ago. But no matter how many battles he's experienced in his lifetime, it seems he cannot claim victory over people with stubborn personalities such as himself, especially irritated librarians.
"its been way over two weeks Mr. Russ, this is the second time you rented a book and didn't come back here until its long overdue" the woman folded her arms and didn't shy away from speaking to the man like a butter knife, her tone is potent enough to embarrass even the physically peak of humankind.
He clapped his hands together "But I-..Look I have a lot on my plate right now and I came all the way here from West City to return this comic book, so could you make this a teeny exception? Pretty please?" regarding his heroic activities, he begged her to give him a chance
"No, If I take these back I have to allow the same for everyone else. I don't care if you stubbed your toe on a nail, this is your last time coming here late, if you do it again I'm not allowing you to rent another book from here anymore" she finalized her decision, wishing the male would get out of her hair and let her concentrate on her work.
Russ sighed in defeat and took the books with him and walked to the entrance door "have a nice day" he looked behind his shoulder and walk outside. Man that blows! What is he supposed to do with this comic now? Maybe he can sell it online or just give it away to a dork or something. An explosion happened elsewhere, black smoke polluted the air forming a thick pillar can be seen from afar, grabbing his attention. "is that smoke?"eyes locked in that direction.
Russ flew towards the source of the smoke and another explosion occurred, not too dissimilar from earlier which he wasn't present for, it lead him into witnessing a fight between Amara, Yugo, Yangwang, and a saiyan hybrid he never saw before. Judging by how all of them attack the yellow clad stargoon at once, it doesn't take rocket science to know she did something. "Looks like I'm late for the party, before I get started anybody want this?" he hovered in the air in place and waving the comic book as if to make light of a dangerous situation.
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Post by Ochra on Aug 25, 2020 0:47:34 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 200,196 Things had been rather quiet for Ochra. A couple of bounties here and there, but overall, nothing like the major battles that had been happening recently. It was a nice little break, but eventually, the saiyan bounty hunter was starting to get an it h. When you were strong enough to bust planets, you felt like you needed something a little more fulfilling in your life. You needed a change. Maybe he should step off of Earth and pursue intergalactic criminals. The Stargoons were still around, weren't they? Maybe he could track them down. Well, ask and you shall recieve. Ochra was off training in the nearby wilderness when he felt it. Powers. High level powers, all close together. If Ochra had learned anything from all this, it meant something was going to go down. Oh thank God.Ochra took off like a bullet, heading towards the gathering. As he found himself approaching Central City, Ochra started to worry. Was someone attacking the city? The sound of explosions, smoke, and what appeared to be killing blasts firing in the distance seemed to confirm this. Ochra picked up speed, heading towards the battle. As eager as he was for a fight, he didn't want any innocents getting hurt. As he approached, he saw them. There were five of them. A saiyan, a strange looking man, what appeared to be a little demon, and a familiar blue haired saiyan. He remembered him from the mountains. He stopped, floating above the group. "Alright!" Ochra spoke out, loudly to make himself heard, "What's going on, and whose ass do I need to kick?" he looked over at the fifth member of the group. "Hey Amara." |
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Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 26, 2020 12:13:27 GMT -6
Oh boy, was Yogu's anger going to be tested. But it was manageable. Sure, he wanted to scream and curse and beat the everloving shit out of this irredeemable scumbag with no regard for life. Still, he was going to keep a calm, level head. " I couldn't give less of a crap what Carro thinks of me right now, lady, but I ain't ever gonna miss out on a chance to beat a Stargoon into the ground!" Saying that just felt right. " Speaking of beating up goons, how's the grey glob holding up? He ever gonna come back to earth? Cause I'd love to have a reunion with the guy!" Yogu was about to rush forward and knock a few teeth out but was stopped by an old friend's arrival. That silly little ogre kid with the bag, Yanwang! " Hey! Yan-" But he was cut off from greeting his pal by being called... A big meanie?! Words had never cut so deep. Then he kept going on about some nonsense about being able to beat super saiyans. Well, Yogu doubted that a lot. He could barely scrape by against a super saiyan and Yanwang was... A kid. This was a lot more dangerous than Yanwang was realizing. And now he was talking about taking Amara on all by himself?! Yogu had to step up, " Yanwang, this is NOT the time to act all macho! People's lives are at stake, and I'm not gonna let you risk them for some shot at the "spotlight" ya got that?! If you're gonna act like a kid, then get the hell outta here before you put anyone else in danger- Ah Kais damn it!" He would've thought that Yanwang had matured a bit since he last saw the guy. Apparently not. The kid didn't even listen, bounding towards Amara at full speed, practically throwing himself at the soulless monster. He wanted to rush in and get Yanwang out of there, but he had to keep the level head. He couldn't make any moves without thinking them through. Devise a strategy instead of going off the top of his head. The grey-haired one introduced herself, Zurubita. Then she threw herself at Amara?! With a difference in power like that, he was pretty sure he was about to witness a massacre! " Th-This is really what I've got on my side? This city is gonna get decimated..." He, however, did not charge head-first at Amara despite his instincts telling him to do so. He sat back and watched as Yanwang was unable to land a solid blow on the saiyan. " That armor... Just what the hell is that made of?! Gotta think of somethin' to break through it..." He was pretty sure he had something. Just had to wait for an opening. But to his surprise, Zurubita actually managed to grab and throw Amara! " Hell yeah! Nice one lady!" Speaking of Zurubita, now that Amara was away, Yogu had a chance to introduce himself with his telepathy. " Sup. I'm Yogu! That was a good throw, thanks for helpin' out, lady!" Yogu was going to wait for Amara to make a move, and she did. A move that involved a big flaming chunk of metal being chucked. And the target was the saiyan with the pretty small energy. Well, that wasn't good. He could feel Amara's energy radiating off the thing too. And just like that, an idea sprouted in Yogu's head. " Alright... I think I found my opening!" Yogu finally dropped his suppression. When he did, the wind picked up ever so slightly, and a faint aura sparked up around him. He chuckled over at Yanwang, " Looks like I'm the strongest person here now, eh buddy?" And just then, two other energies got picked up, one that was bigger than his. Just like that, his title of "strongest one there" had been stripped away. He had no idea who the guy with the massive energy was, but he knew Amara. Again, he shot out a telepathic message, " Yo! I got no clue who you are, but Amara's tryin' to destroy the city. Could ya help us out?" Of course, there was the possibility he was Amara's good buddy who'd help her raze the city to ashes, but he could be nice. The other dude that showed up was that blue-haired guy he said hi to once on that water planet. Nice. He should join in too! So he contacts him with telepathy too! " Hey dude! Could ya help us out before the city gets leveled by this crazy lady?" Oh, right. The giant flaming ball of metal. It was hurdling towards Zurubita, and he needed that ball for his plan. Luckily, they were all reasonably close to each other, so he didn't have to put too much pep in his step to intercept it. He looks over his shoulder at Zurubita, " Hey, do you mind if I borrow this for a sec?" Ghosts couldn't get burns, right? That'd suck. Yogu grits his teeth and the ball slams into him at full force, the energy Amara put into it knocks the wind right out of him, and the heat from the fire made it feel like he was holding the kai-damned sun! He spins, redirecting the momentum and direction it's heading, so it comes right back at Amara! The moment he lets go, he free falls back to the ground. He again, decides to contact two people, Zurubita and Yanwang, " Hey, you two! Go in and attack now! This'll be our big chance to break her armor!" Hopefully Yanwang would listen to him, and he didn't really know about Zurubita either. He hits the ground and goes running at Amara. He was just about on pace with the flaming support beam. " And a one... two..." He began to gather ki into his fist, so much ki being poured into it that the light it gave off was near-blinding. He focused that ki until it was at the very tip of his knuckle. He was right on Amara now, and so was the beam. There was no way Amara could block both of them, right?! But what about the armor? If Yogu wanted to land a hit on Amara, he'd have to go through that tough as nails armor! Was he just going to let it rip and release the energy in his knuckle in an uncontrolled fashion, like a standard ki overdrive? No! Yogu took a little more time to focus his ki into a... shape? That's right, he formed a gauntlet made of ki around his fist, with spikes on the knuckle. " This oughta punch a nice hole through that armor... Please." He reeled back and threw the punch, aiming to put holes through the armor on Amara's chest! " SPIKE OVERDRIVE!" If he hit, great! And if he didn't, well hopefully that beam would be enough to at least slow this monster down a little.
OOC: Groose.
Yogu uses [UT2] Telepathy to contact Zurubita, Yanwang, Russ and Ochra.
Yogu also uses [VA3] Spiked Gauntlet Overdrive! To punch a hole through Amara's armor! This is the piercing variant of Ki Overdrive. |
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Post by Yanwang on Aug 26, 2020 14:22:14 GMT -6
Yanwang kept walking as everyone was using big words that he really didn’t care about. He was going. He had something to prove and he was going to show everyone that they shouldn’t underestimate him or mess with him. Yogu also seemed to think he could not hang with a super saiyan. Did he need to transform right now to prove a point? When he rushed in against Amara her hard armor was able to protect her from his attacks. He had never seen such tough armor. They took his attacks like it was nothing. Or maybe he just needed to power up. Yanwang landed back as she called out asking who taught him how to fight. Yanwang grit his teeth slightly. “I was just throwing the light punches. That armor of yours is tough but it is not hard to replicate. It is also not hard to break. Because right now I’ve not even gotten serious.” He pointed to himself. He was all ready to power up but instead, Zurubita rushed in. “Hey! I’m supposed to beat her up!” She even managed to throw her. Though it seemed that was Amara's intention. Yanwang still was not happy about that. Everyone just had to steal his thunder.
Just as he was about ready to make a super heroic speech and power up to his max to give this star lady an ass-kicking he heard Yogu’s voice. Something about him being the strongest here now. He frowned. “I can’t sense Ki. Even if you are. I’ve not even powered up yet.” Yanwang kept his steady frown. Yanwang then sighed. “But if you think so, I'll show my full power right now.” Yanwang got ready to power up as he crossed his arms but then something else cut him off. A few more people decided to show up. Yanwang frowned and uncrossed his arms. He had to make his power up epic and awesome. He could not be shown up by anyone today. First was a blue haired saiyan. He even had a comic book and offered it. He bit his lip, he wanted to read it. But he also wanted to prove his strength. So he had to be an adult. He just glanced around at the second person who arrived. Another Saiyan but this time he had normal hair. At least as normal as a saiyan hair. Yanwang kept his steady frown. Then Amara fired a blast of ki at Yogu and him. But Yanwang was serious and that meant he was ready. His right arm turned white with an odd energy. Then he thrusted it forward. The ball of ki was consumed by a portal. Then above him it opened up. The Ball of Ki up into the air exploding. He glanced at Amara. If she wanted to hit him she had to fire more than a single ball of ki. Or if she did fire a single blast it should be a bit stronger.
Yanwang glanced at Yogu as he began to give them orders. Yanwang was getting really annoyed at this point. Yah it was time to power up. No Flashy stuff. He would just kick Amara’s ass. Easy! He turned to power up but then she spoke. She told them to stay in base form and while he did not want to listen she actually had a good point. If they did power-up that put more people at risk. If he could defeat her in base then all the better for the city. “I hate when bad people say smart things.” Yanwang stamped his foot. Guess he just had to prove his power to Yogu a different way. Yogu did some really cool technique as he ran in forming some sort of spiky fist to break open her tough armor. Yanwang pulled out his Fujin Bag and lept inside. The bag fell to the floor before collapsing upon itself and vanishing into a white portal. The same as before. A portal formed behind Amara as Yanwang stretched out pulling out a Gun. But it was a water gun. What was that going to do? A lot. Yanwang formed his ki into it. The Jet of water flew out with otherworldly speed. Water concentrated enough could cut steel. So why not try that to cut her armor wide open. He aimed at her back while Yogu was focused on the front.
Ut Magic Hands Lv.2!- Yanwang can now Transform one of his limbs. Once this Occurs it becomes white. He can point towards that location and forms portals from his hand.
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Fujin Bag Jackpot- Yanwang Pulls something from his bag whether an element or a weapon and enchants it with his own magical power. It does 33 percent damage. Cost 1 Kp.
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Zurubita
Newcomer
PL: 16,500
Oozaru (x5P)
Tag: @zurubita
Posts: 7
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Post by Zurubita on Aug 26, 2020 16:02:23 GMT -6
She’d HAVE to tell the story about her tail sometime; maybe not right now or… like, today, but the lady did seem interested in it a bit! After she’d thrown her, the Saiyan knew Amara was just playing around and laughed as she was thrown into the wreckage below, calling down after her, “That’s the SPIRIT!” Then Yogu was next to her and she jumped a bit, staring at him with wide eyes before grinning, “Oh, hey! Heh, thanks – but, uh… I think we’re all just playing around right now, right?” She cocked an eyebrow, titling her head to the side. At the sound of Amara’s voice, Zurubita perked up and turned around just in time to see something bright and flaming coming after her. The sharp pupils of her eyes dilated and her tail fluffed up, body turning into the force of the metal to try and grasp it with her body on instinct. However, in a heroic move, Yogu was there and intercepting it. “Huh?” She gasped, having not even seen him rush in front of her until he was just… there! He called to her, eliciting a little scoff of laughter from the Hybrid, “Sure! First come, first serve!” Another few people seemed to come to the party and, in spite of her initial desire to just see what was going on, the Saiyan let out a cute little woop and waved at them, “HEY! Glad ya’ll could come! Oh, uh, she says-” Pointing in Amara’s direction, “-like, don’t transform or anything because that’s probably less fun – even though I can’t really do it anyway – but we can do anything else! OH,” She floated toward Russe, looking at the weird little booklet/pamphlet thing, “I like free things,” She grinned at it for a moment before finally looking at Russe, “What is it?” Before a call in her mind had her look around, looking quite serious, “Wait. Hold that thought!... I’ve got a call coming in. Somehow.” She shoved the comic in her armor and waved at him before bounding away, “Be right back!” Flying back toward Amara to continue where she left off, “HEY! I didn’t get your last gift, but don’t worry!” Her fist started to glow, becoming infused with energy, “I’m FULL of surprises!” Before attempting to smash her fist right into Amara’s gut. If it connected, Zurubita would wince as a few knuckle felt like they cracked and popped painfully upon impact, OWWWUCH!
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Post by Amara on Aug 26, 2020 17:14:06 GMT -6
"Grey is on vacation. The man works hard to keep his profession profitable, what can I say?" Amara replied sarcastically. "I'm afraid you'll be stuck with me for the time being." She seems to have unintentionally hit a nerve, causing the ghost to go on a rant about recognition. "It wasn't really an accusation. Or a bait." The Stargoon stated neutrally. "All I did was acknowledge your actions to measure them against my own strength and make a potential observation that would only be beneficial in your case. Is your skin thin enough that all my words seem like barbs to you?" More voices popped up, causing the Saiyan to sigh. "If I had known this many people would show up to my modest gathering, I'd have sprung for the porcelain instead of paper." Two more had arrived in the midst of the fighting, both being Saiyans Amara was already familiar with. Russ was more an annoyance than anything else, but Ochra... her reaction to him was mixed. Meeting the man again like this left a sour taste in her mouth, but the Stargoon was already determined to see this fight through. A soulless, evil, incorrigible beast couldn't show weakness after all.
"Hi," She replied dryly to Ochra. "We're just having a lovely playdate in Central City's illustrious industrial complex, neat right?" Yogu, once again, decided to flip her attack back on her. Unimpressed, the Stargoon's speed increased tens of times until she was little more than a blur, disappearing from sight entirely until she re-appeared on the far side of the redirected beam. A classic zanzoken-style technique, if any present would recognize it. Yogu had been keeping speed with it, and due to Amara's dodge, he was just about underneath her. Even if Yanwang and Zurubita were not in her field of vision, energy sensing still gave the Saiyan quite a good indicator of where all her enemies were at any given time. He seemed to be going for a straight power-punch to her chest, no doubt in a hasty attempt to break her defenses. "Have you any patience?" She grumbled irritably, sticking a single hand out to catch his attack. This was no mere block, however, and a glint of red from beneath Amara's wrist was visible as Yogu's Ki came in contact with her waiting palm. All of the energy just seemed to... disappear. Like a candle flame being snuffed out in a raging storm, the ghost's offensive was stopped dead in its' tracks.
Steam billowed from her arm's armor plating, the mechanisms venting as it hissed out into the open air. "I'd say that test run was successful... wouldn't you?" If Yogu was still anywhere near Amara, she'd follow up with a close-ranged energy wave - sending a giant blast of crackling Ki towards the former human in an attempt to do some damage and push him away. She had lost track of Yanwang during the scuffle, and by the time Amara re-focused on the Ogre, a stream of magically enhanced water had smashed into her from behind. Amara grunted from the impact, tumbling forward a bit and falling to the ground where she quickly rolled back into a standing position. Aside from some minor bruising and the slightest of dents, her armor stayed true. "Mjolnir is made of Katchin, didn't you know? Surely an Ogre like you would know Otherworld native metal when you see it." Amara rolled her neck, appearing to finally start to get serious. "Though I'll admit you're keeping me mostly on the defense..." With a hiss, her armor expanded to a helmet encasing the woman's head, fully shielding her from attacks.
The Saiyan was quick to level both her arms at Yanwang... but instead of energy from her palms, devices on her wrist sprung to life - forming barreled weaponry that she quickly put to work. Firing at the pace of a machine gun, the Ogre would find himself assaulted by a barrage of yellow energy bullets. To someone like him, they'd sting like Hell individually but do no serious damage. If he weathered an entire salvo, however? That might be a different story. Zurubita came back into the fray, seemingly a bit confused about the actual nature of the battle she was in. Amara decided to humor the Saiyan: "I mean. I'm pretty much just messing around right now, but it seems like the loudmouth is taking things a bit too seriously." Unfortunately for Zurubita, she decided to punch Amara in the gut. Unlike both Yogu and Yanwang, this Saiyan was nowhere near her own power, and the attack was painfully repelled entirely. "I guess you missed my explanation on it?" Amara quipped, attempting to reach over and grapple the girl by the collar. If successful, the Stargoon would give Zurubita a few spins before throwing her straight at Yogu!
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Post by Russ on Aug 30, 2020 12:45:05 GMT -6
He continued to slightly flap the comic book in the air, so far nobody seems to be interested as they are focused on the task at hand, understandable if the yellow stargoon is here potentially causing a ruckus, which he will find out soon. The gray-haired saiyan hybrid pointed to Amara and claimed she told everyone not to transform because it wouldn't be fun or something, but why? That doesn't make any sense. He's seen Amara become a Super Saiyan so why would she care if her foes transform to combat her? The half-breed woman also confessed she is unable to transform even if she desires and that worries Russ. Judging by her energy signature she could very well be in danger if she is not careful, though he quietly commended her bravery for challenging the stargoon despite her limitations. The Half-saiyan eyed his comic book and approached him about the object in question. A ginormous grin sprouted across his face, excited to share his enthusiasm for fictional superhero stuff with someone who is potentially interested. "It's a special edition of Ginyu Force Adventures volume 2! It contains issues number one through seven with thirty-two extra pages not found in the-" A booming voice cut him off causing Russ to snap his head and face the source, it was another saiyan with an extraordinary power not too dissimilar to Nashua and their planet's savor from the battle at the mountains. "It's the guy from Mt Frappe, hey thanks for stopping Kalabas back there, we all would've been toast if you didn't show up in time" giving the spiky bounty hunter gratitude. The guy appeared to know Amara by him greeting her and she returned the favor in kind..sorta and quipped about having a brawl at the industrial complex. "...Is your dastardly plan trying to make global warming worse?" quipping at Amara while acknowledging the smoke polluting the air. He does worry about the state of those factories if they don't put out the fire the results will be catastrophic. The battle ensues and a voice belonging to Yogu telepathically reached for Russ requesting him to help in the conflict. "Say no more!" He didn't need more than stopping a goon from leveling the city to help out. Although if Amara wanted for all of them to not fight at their fullest then is she really trying to destroy the city? There has to be more to her actions than she letting on. The others are having trouble putting a dent in Amara's armor which prompted the need for another strategy he wanted to test. The blue-haired man put away his comic book then created a bright orb of energy and threw it into the sky, creating blutz waves for his body to absorb, he can feel his heart pulsated and the inner beast raging to get out of his puny temple. Burly arms tugged his stomach and the man slowly descending to the ground feeling his body beginning to morph into the great ozzaru, however Russ isn't going to let that happen. "Shut up Monkey!" he bellowed as he punched his own stomach with potent force and the changes ceased to exist as if the beast is tamed into submission. He refused to allow a mere monster to take over his body if the deal is to fight without any transformations. Now that he is supercharged with blutz waves he darted for Amara at high speed, then he pressed a hand in front of her plate of armor and released a turquoise colored energy wave. Russ used Power Ball [SIG] +x2 Activated! PL: 300,000/100,000
Russ also used [MA3] Final Root Cannon, Sending 300,000PL damage at Amara!
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Post by Ochra on Aug 30, 2020 19:58:33 GMT -6
He heard the telepathic message in his mind. He could see the destroyed factory below. He didn't like what he was seeing and hearing, but the evidence was there. And yet, as Ochra looked on...something was wrong.
They claimed Amara was trying to destroy the city. Ochra knew of Amara's power. If she really wanted to blow up the city, there would be a LOT more damage than just a single factory. And what was all this about not transforming? Nothing about this situation made sense. And Amara didn't seem bothered at all about her fighting multiple, strong opponents at once. No, there was something very wrong about this. And Ochra was going to get to the bottom of this.
Amara was able to withstand some of the blows, but upon seeing Russe power himself up, and move in for a powerful blow, Ochra had to step in. "To hell with this!"
Amara didn't want any transformations? Well, too bad. With a surge of power, Ochra's hair turned blonde, his muscles bulging. Then, in a flash, Ochra was right there, next to Amara and Russe, right before the man fired his attack. "Stop!"
Ochra unleashed a surge of power, enough to disrupt Russe'scattack, and push the two away from each other. With that brief threat out of the way, Ochra allowed himself to power down, turning to look at Amara.
"Alright, just what is this about Amara?" Ochra spoke, his voice hard, "This isn't you, I know it is. So tell me, what's REALLY going on here?" The fact that nobody saw this as strange bothered the bounty hunter.
Temporarily transformed to Super Sayain, PL 3,002,940.
Used After Image [SU1] to intercept Russe's attack with Burst Barrier [N1] at 990,970 PL
Reverted back to base form.
KP: 1/3
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