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Post by Vocado on Sept 27, 2020 4:56:33 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 205,000
Things were quiet. Too quiet.
At least, that's what the Ogre's might've thought on this pleasant afternoon. They were too busy dealing cards and jamming to some tunes. Today was their day off, though not exactly sanctioned. They'd decided amongst one another that once every week they'd get together, shirk their responsibilities a bit, and shoot the breeze over some music. Not like anyone important ever checked down here, right? The Soul Recycling Machine was working just fine. Bubbling and rumbling as it usually opted to do.
Situated between both Heaven and Hell, the machine was a massive old thing that took the bad out of souls that'd served their time in Hell (or enjoyed their stay in Heaven) and churned them back into the waking world. It rested on a massive plateau, some hundred miles in diameter, and housed a large group of ogres. Some were there as guards, while a smaller batch were a cleanup crew. Their job was to ensure the machine didn't break down and slow down the reincarnation progress.
All things considered, though, their job was all talk and no work anyways. Playing guard duty for this thing was a precaution they need not take, especially since the thing hadn't malfunctioned in at least two thousand years... Give or take, anyway.
Crowding around a table were about three dozen or so Ogres, each of varying colors. They seemed hyperfocused on whatever game those at the table were enjoying. Were there bets involved? The cheering seemed to imply high stakes.
"Heh. No way you can defend against this: I play Kabochan Crusher!"
He slapped a card down on the table, and the other two ogres playing against him raised their brows in interest. From the small thin thing emerged a miniature man. He bore the crest of the Solar Empire on his chest. An older print of the card, it seemed. "With my Kanassa field enchantment, he gains Clarivoyance, meaning the first attack made against him is ignored. And, since he also comes packaged with Precision, that means he immediately counter-attacks for free!"
Smugly, the Ogre crossed his arms. This free-for-all duel was his to win.
"Nice try, but you forgot about my Tree of Might field card, and its Ensnare aura."
"Uhh no I didn't. Clairvoyance isn't affected by Ensnare."
The other ogre scoffed. "What ruleset are you playing by? 2046? It's been considered an on-field effect since Tree of Might got reprinted."
For a moment, the crowd was silent. They all leaned in, reading the card text intently. By all intents and purposes, it seemed Kanassa's effects were canceled out entirely. Kabochan Crusher returned to being a fairly mediocre card by all accounts.
"Tsk tsk," another voice chided. "You really ought to keep up with your game knowledge. You could've saved your Kanassa card until after your other opponent played Disc of Destruction. It removes all aura effects and the cards associated."
"Yeah I... Wait, who're you again?"
"Oh? Me? It's Vocado. A pleasure to meet you."
A gloved hand pushed through the crowd, and blasted a hole through the ogre's chest.
The crowed erupted in terror, each of the lazy ogres responding in their own brand of fear. Some leaped into action, but were promptly tossed aside by Vocado's defenses. Others ran for the hills, and another batch opted to call in for help. Normally, Vocado would've honed in on the support crowd first, but he wanted a decent challenge today. Maybe a few hundred more ogres could scratch his armor.
"Gaff," Vocado called, his hands cupped over his mouth, "Gaff! Get to work on this rinky-dink little machine would you?"
Grasping the throat of an Ogre as he stepped toward the machine, he couldn't help but frown. It seemed so... Old. Unimportant, too. If he hadn't been told explicitly that this thing was important he'd never have guessed.
If the phantom arrived, he'd give him a casual nod, tossing his captive across the plateau and into the depths below.
"See if you can decipher exactly how this thing works before jumping in. Our plan won't exactly work if you get reincarnated as a goat, now would it?"
With that, he lifted into the air, spraying energy bullets into the crowd of ogres with a cackle. He was playing up the theatrics just a bit, but he wanted to show off just a little. He'd gained some power down here, though not much he supposed. He'd hit some kind of wall, and training alone wasn't getting him through to the other side. Perhaps today would give him the proper motivation.
"Can't any of you dopes stop us?!"
Vocado is attempting to assist Gaff in escaping the Afterlife! If no heroes show up within the next 4 posting rounds, Gaff will succeed in escaping without interference!
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Gaff
Newcomer
PL: 29,128
Haunting (x3P)
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Post by Gaff on Sept 27, 2020 8:47:41 GMT -6
Gaff's PL: 29,128 As the plateau exploded in chaos, a demented cackle echoed out throughout the area. Any ogres who weren't utterly struck with terror at the sight of this powerful saiyan taking them apart, would experience the utter horror of watching Gaff stroll through the mayhem, like the phantom was having the time of his life. Dammit, that monster had managed to get himself a strong ally indeed. And it got worse when the two were now in front of the Soul Recycling Machine. The saiyan's words confirming their fears. He was trying to help Gaff escape! "Oh don't you worry." he grinned, claw-like fingers flexing as he looked at the controls, "It shouldn't be that difficult. I mean, these idiots run it afterall.""Get away from that!"A young Ogre, whose survived Vocado's initial onslaught, made a desperate dive to stop the pair. Gaff's upper body turned, a large claw swinging out and slashing him across the thought. Gaff's feet and head were still faced towards the controls, asifthe rest of his body couldn't be bothered turning around. With a blood covered hand, Gaff went to work like nothing happened. "You just have fun old buddy. I'll get this machine working right." |
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Post by Vocado on Dec 28, 2020 22:53:44 GMT -6
Things were... Simple. Too simple, in fact. Did the powers-that-be really have such lackluster defense systems? Or was this device simply less important than it seemed? With his hand still wrapped firmly around one of the Ogre's necks, Vocado pondered the answer to his question. He was interrupted quite a bit, however, by the ever-incessant swarm of Ogres still trying to stop them. Their efforts were entirely futile, which was a nice change of pace, but even an ant can still be an annoying itch if it pesters a lion long enough.
With a wave of his hand, he loosed a wave of Ki through the neck of the Ogre that was in his grasp. A bloody wave pulsed downward, knocking a dozen or so soldiers off their feet, and a handful more off the platform entirely. Chuckling, he dropped the headless corpse to the ground listlessly, before turning to Gaff once more.
"Do these worms usually give us so little trouble?"
Landing, he sighed as he approached the machine. Their opposition was currently reeling from his latest attack, so they had ample time to chat.
"I'm used to a lot more... Dramatism. Speeches and grand explosions of power. It's a little odd that all we've got for foes are a handful of nine-to-five workers with a little too much time on their hands."
One of the Ogres leaped from his prone position, aiming to stab a sword through Vocado's neck, but the blade simply shattered on impact with his skin. The Saiyan gave the fool a dull glare over his shoulder, and with the briefest flex of his muscles, the Ogre behind him was suddenly launched across the sky and into the infinite depths below. "This is so boring. I think we may have overprepared."
He leaned over Gaff's shoulder, watching him work with near-disinterest. How'd this thing know how to work the machine, anyway?
"...What's that button do?"
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on Dec 30, 2020 15:43:59 GMT -6
Come home. Visit the family for the year end celebration. Say hello to grandma and share a few stories of her first year as a proper ghost buster. Things were supposed to be so simple today; so peaceful. They were supposed to be easy. She might have had to train with her old teachers again, but that would have been fine.
There was hardly a day that the Ogre could take off from her job, however. Even on this, the most joyous of times of the year, there were still those who wished to spread chaos and disorder. There were those who wished to flex their power against the natural order. There were those she'd needed to knock heads with.
That was her first thought when the distress call had come down from up high, at least. Laverna had thought it was just another ghost getting uppity when the order to report to the soul recycling machine near her grandmother's home had come in; a simple job she could get done in mere minutes. This, however, was no simple job...
Of the two escaping souls, one was barely worth the effort it took her to sniff out his presence. Any other day, and he'd have been that simple job. The other, however, frightened her on a level altogether instinctual. It made the hairs stand on the back of her neck and down the length of her tail. It made her skin crawl with just how overwhelming it seemed. It made her blood boil at the thought of the fight to co-
No, now wasn't the time, she reminded herself as the engine of her scooter revved louder. Quickly, the quaint landscape that belonged to the dimension known as Hell flew by, and in only less than a minute, her speed brought the pair into view. The Ogre's brown eyes furrowed against her targets, and without removing her hand from the throttle, she stood upon her scooter and braced herself. Her jacket flew open, revealing the white tank top marked with bold red letters, just like her brothers and sisters being cut down around her.
Her heart raced when the smell of blood hit her nose, and she leapt from her vehicle with a shrill battle cry. As her scooter veered off harmlessly to the side, Laverna flew towards the weaker specter with her knee forward and her hair and tail trailing behind her like a purple aura. If she could get passed the stronger of the two, then maybe she could disable the other with a sharp kick to his back while he wasn't expecting it.
A ghost buster arrives on the scene!
Laverna's base PL is 29,736. Ghost Buster is active, giving her a +x1 Offensive modifier against Gaff and his ally, Vocado. Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2) is inactive.
She attacks Gaff with a basic kick from behind. Effective PL is currently 59,472/29,736. KP remains 3/3. |
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Post by Vocado on Jan 14, 2021 19:53:48 GMT -6
The new arrival was sudden, but definitely welcome. Her attack plan was surprisingly solid, too, considering the lack of strategy from the rest of her kin. It would’ve worked swimmingly s few moments ago, but unfortunately for her Vocado happened to be standing right beside Gaff, watching with a dull glaze in his eye as the phantom pushed buttons seemingly at random.
Turning, he caught the girls knee in the palm of his hand, glove slapping against fabric from the harsh impact. He looked up at her, nodding respectfully before looking back down at the outstretched limb.
”I’n impressed. Truly I am. You’ve got an impressive strength for someone of your kin. Ogres are usually so... Boring.”
If she hadn’t moved already, he’d attempt to shove her back with a bit of force, intent on putting some distance between them more than causing harm.
”So what’s your job, friend? You don’t seem the usual sort.”
Perhaps he was being too cordial, but the threat was fairly minimal all things considered. He’d give her as much time as she needed to get warmed up, even if that was detrimental to his plans. It wasn’t like he was the one going anywhere, though. This was to help Gaff escape.
”Im going to guess you’re a martial artist. Mercenary for hire maybe? Yemma’s personal assistant? Cmon! Am I close or not?”
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on Jan 14, 2021 20:45:13 GMT -6
The sudden stop had been expected, but to tell the truth, it had come just a little sooner than she'd been expecting. As the rush of wind passed her ears died, the half-Ogre found herself caught deftly by a single hand. For maybe half a second, she lay there stunned, taken aback by the ease with which she had been kept from her opponent. However, then came the rush of heat in her blood, and the hair along the back of her neck and tail bristled with excitement.
Assisted by her gift of flight, Laverna propelled herself back and away from the pair of troublemakers. Her eyes darted quickly between the two, but when the Saiyan spoke directly to her, her attention found it easy to settle on him. In fact, a small, almost bashful grin spread across her face as she collected herself and prepared for another attack.
"I'm one of King Yemma's ghost busters." There was pride in her voice when she gave her prestigious title. "It's my job," she explained as her breaths quickened considerably. "To keep the peace," her eyes changed from their innocent brown to a fierce red, followed by a subtle glow that washed out the white sclera. "In this world." Finally, the hybrid's dormant powers erupted out from her body in dramatic fashion. Though it never would be enough to challenge the Saiyan, she didn't feel she could face herself, King Yemma, or grandma Rosemary if she walked away from this fight.
The Ogre's red eyes swiveled to the spirit attempting to interfere with the soul recycling machine, only to return to the Saiyan that stood in the way of her duty. Her tail flicked itself in gleeful anticipation, even if her expression was fighting to mask her worry, fear, and the bloodlust of her own Saiyan blood with a stern look.
"Get out of my way!" The growl had built up in her throat enough that it blended into her voice as she spoke, and Laverna threw herself towards the pair with a low, feral posture. One trained in martial arts might have better recognized what she was doing, though, as she lunged for the spirit again in her attempt to wrestle him -quite literally- away from the controls of the machine.
Laverna taps into her Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)! Her PL explodes to 118,944/59,472 against Gaff and Vocado!
She attempts to grapple Gaff! |
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Post by Vocado on Jan 22, 2021 21:12:38 GMT -6
Vocado clapped his hands at Laverna’s reveal. He’d alerted some important figures, it seemed. ”Ooh, quite the illustrious title my dear. Have you ever actually... Caught anyone?”
Her power exploded as she took to unleashing the fullness of her Ki. She could transform somehow, though its exact details were hazy at best. Watching on perplexed, Vocado couldn’t help but wonder if she had any more power hidden beneath the surface. Was she hiding anything away? She didn’t seem the type to hold back, but first impressions weren’t always accurate.
She charged again, garnering a click of the tongue from Vocado. He stepped in the way, grasping at her arm as she lunged forward. Using her own momentum against her, he’d divert her lunge upward, aiming to send her some hundred feet up and away. She’d be back soon enough, but the extended trip might give her time to think about a better strategy.
”Are you sure you’re a ghost buster? Maybe it’s time for a career change.”
Grapple intercepted!
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