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Post by General Kraktus on Sept 27, 2020 13:11:16 GMT -6
Powerlevel:201,000
Legacy. It was a hard word for Kraktus to pinpoint on. Sure, he wanted a legacy but his would be as the destroyer of all life that ever walked. That every would walk. That would not be remembered on principle. But what about others, those with great bloodlines or terrible ones. Those who wanted to pass on a future to their kin, a future they can smile towards. Kraktus laughed a bit, legacy was a foolish thing people desired, in order to gain a purpose for existence. That was just like a former partner of his, Sensoa. The Demon had been quite powerful, ahead of his time. Even now, he might of been stronger then Kraktus and it had been a long time. Sensoa was just one of those people who gravitated and obtained power. The Demon had a way with it, a way with strength. Strength that now was missing. And what was left of his legacy. How would people remember him. He could of been the conqueror of Earth, the baron of destruction. Instead, he became a corpse.
Kraktus arrived at where he was planning to go. A large fissure that stretched through the desert. His only legacy, a great fissure that cut through the earth. A magically fissure that showed the twisted power that he had on hand. Yet, he never used it in a way that could change the world for good. To kill humanity. To destroy the foundation of this reality. Because Sensoa had been weak. So many of the people he had known had been weak. They had challenged him and fell. Kraktus had to admit he was starting to a bit lonely on that account. How many engrammatic fiends would rise. And how many more would he crush or work with? Kraktus pulled out a wine bottle he had actually bough to go drink to the fissure. "You were a fool Sensoa, the rest were too but it is a shame you could not of fought for me." Kraktus began to chug down the wine, a fiendish aura surrounding him. "You would of had a legacy indeed, not this scar on the earth that one day will heal."
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Post by Oboe on Sept 28, 2020 16:35:37 GMT -6
Earth had been a…satisfactory home in this time inbetween his worlds destruction and the revival of the Dragon Balls. A busy land with millions going about their everyday lives without pause. It had taken some getting used to, sifting through all the random lives that went about their dailies without an ide of being regarded. From atop Kami’s Lookout – residing there for the moment in place of his ‘little-brother’, Chime, while the other was gone for…who knew how long. From this centralized position, Oboe for the moment felt as if he were Guru once more. His mind and sensory system detecting each and every person on the world proper. It was…relaxing.
Relaxing, that was, until he’d detected a quite familiar and unwelcome power. It hadn’t been the first time he’d sensed this energy – but today was the first day in a long time that he’d had nothing preventing him from checking in on it further. His lips would curl into a snarl as he spoke the name of he who owned the energy. Such malice, such disdain, it was clear the Guru of Namek had no lack of hatred for the one whom he detected. Without another thought, he’d speak;
“Kraktus…”
The name was uttered like a Curse, a sharpness to his tone that he did not grant to others. Standing upright, eyes opening, the elderly looking Namek would cough heavily as he stared out across the clouds in the distance. Towards where he felt the energy. Purple gore flew from his lips as blood leaked down like fresh spittle. He was dying, and it was getting worse every day. Yet he still had thing that had to be accomplished. Goals that needed fulfilling…Vendettas that needed Settling. Calmly, he would take a deep breath – mentally preparing himself for what he was to do.
White flames would lick at his form as he’d explode off into the distance in flight. A small puddle of violet blood residing on the pristine tile where he’d stood. How bad was his condition?
Time had passed without much to do; Oboe’s mind had remained focused on the single beacon of thought emanating from his person. As he grew closer to the life-force, Oboe could sense the obvious thick stench of demonic power radiating from the chasm not far from here. Where he’d met Oud, where he’d found his father’s journals…Where he’d learned of the Makyan known as Mist.
Kraktus was still here; His sharp hearing picking up words he spoke – into the chasam – at a being no longer residing on the mortal Coil. Sensoa. The Demon who’d come to Namek and swore vengeance upon him, the demon who’d taken his anger out on the inhabitants of Earth. Of course, the cthullian horror would be here to pay respects to such a monster. As his fiendish aura pulsated out of his kraken like visage, a voice would emenate from the clouds as a green elderly figure would slowly descend from the heavens above. Eyes Narrowed.
“…and yet his legacy remains as yours shall; a Foot note in the history of this world, but nothing more. In time he will be forgotten – his name a memory, his vision but a passing thought…much like you shall be…Kraktus”.
Oboe would come to float directly opposite the Chasam, staring daggers into the being that resided below. This was a fitting scenario – for the two of them. Two sides of a similar Coin; Oboe – once regarded as one of the Kindest and most Virtuous beings in the universe…and Kraktus, a Conniving Evil Creature self-serving and interested in only one thing.
It was no mystery that the two would find themselves enemies. Quite so; The last time Oboe had faced off against this Eldritch Madman he’d nearly lost his life. The other had been toying with him, but it had awoken a desire within the Namekian that placed him here, today, before him. If not for Kraktus, representing everything he had to fear in the universe, Oboe would not have grown as strong as he now was. Though, it was clear he was hiding his power – nevertheless, he would glare at Kraktus and demand;
“…What are you doing here Squidman? S’far as I heard, Earth was a good place. I can’t say Im surprised to see your anarchist self here…but I am surprised to see you think you have the right to reside here peacefully…when you’ve caused so much Pain.”
Coughing hard once more, the now Elder looking Namekian was a shell of his former self. What had transpired to change them both so much? Did it even matter? Something sparked in the air, a thick hatred that one could almost taste. It was clear – as Oboe stood here – there was no desire other than to get rid of Kraktus. He wanted the being off this world.
By Force…if Needed.
Power Supression Used! Oboe's Current Power Level: 5
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Post by General Kraktus on Sept 28, 2020 21:47:59 GMT -6
Kraktus sipped on more of the wine as he laughed. "Well that how all things end Sensoa, you end up dead at some point." Kraktus was almost ready to go, he didn't have time to sit here but his scouter picked up a very low powerlevel. Kraktus slowly got up turning to see what he assumed to be a tourist but instead, it was an old-looking Namekian. His voice came out as Kraktus recognized him once he spoke. The Guru, Oboe? This was a bit of a surprise but it was not an unwelcome one. He had enjoyed messing with the Guru in the past. Oboe seemed quite confident too, even if his appearance showed otherwise. "I suppose I forgot to hide my ki. I always forgot to do that. Though with your magic it would not make much of a difference if you sought me out." Kraktus closed his eyes his fiendish aura fading away. Those with scouters could still detect his power but now he was invisible to Ki sensors. And he didn't see any scouter on the Guru. He could have just walked off now and easily escape the Namekian but he didn't mind messing with the Guru like the old times.
Kraktus snorted as Oboe claims. He waved his hand glancing at Oboe. "You seem pretty sure of that. Sensoa will be forgotten in time, that much we agree on. But you seem to be counting your chance before you have killed me. That was the same arrogance that leads to Namek being rubble?" Kraktus tilted his head a savage grin spreading on his face. Even if he didn't like Namek being destroyed, it was somewhat worth it to be able to get that little taunt off. Then Oboe asked him what he was doing here, he seemed confused why he was here of all places. And even labeled him an anarchist? Kraktus had to laugh at that one. "Bhahahhahaa." He grabbed his wine and chugged some more it down. "Who said I was here peacefully? But honestly Oboe, a lot worse people then me live on this planet. But you labeling me an anarchist? I have no problem with society. I have a problem with the current society. Sure, I enjoy chaos but what is the point of that with some order. No, what I want is a society that is not attached to order but chaos. It is a simple difference." Kraktus grinned, "And of course where the strong and cruel rule though that is already fit on at least one of the two superpowers." Kraktus leaned back and waited for Oboe's response.
Forgot about Anti Sense oh well
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Post by Oboe on Sept 30, 2020 13:48:53 GMT -6
As usual, Kraktus inane ability to try and downplay or disregard anything and everything the Namekian did or said was immediately presented. As the other tried to taunt him into action, the Namekian – decrepit looking as he was – remained stationary and did not react. Instead he allowed the words, the taunts, about Namek to wash over him like a warm tide. Taking a calming breath in, Oboe would merely shrug.
“The self-importance of your commentary is, as always, flawed. If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Simple as that. Still…”
The elder Namekian acquiesced for the moment and in a rare showing of…weakness? Exhaustion? Who could say; Oboe sat on the stone ground, letting his feet hang over the edge towards the awaiting abyss of the scar. With a heavy sigh, the elder found himself opening up in a manner he had not with anyone thus far. A true admission of his feelings, of his guilt during this entire situation – how much had Namek’s destruction hurt the Namekian? How much of the blame had he placed on his own shoulders – regardless?
“You’re right. Perhaps I was arrogant. I believed that my world would be protected even if I was gone for a few days…It was that decision that left her defenseless and it was that reason that she was lost to me…but, its not all bad. Atleast my connection to her began my pennace…” He motioned to his now elderly looking appearance – not the youthful vigor he’d had before, but a shell. He’d allow the other his guffaw, he was much too tired right now to argue or debate.
“I suppose you being here peacefully is my own consideration. You’re not actively doing anything that you’d normally, so I suppose, now, you’re doing…nothing. Still, I stand by my commentary and your description of a society attached to chaos does not change the truth behind the word.”
For a moment, as Kraktus finished his explanation of the world he wished to live within, he seemed to sit back and await a candid or wise remark from the Namekian. Perhaps their constant verbal backlash between one another had conditioned him for such things – but in this moment? With what he said? Oboe did not argue. In a completely uncharacteristic show of disdain, the Namekian simply stated;
“Well – if you’re successful then the world you do it to deserves it. After all, there is no real peace among the good in this universe. All we really have is a series of individuals whom claim to fight for justice and good…and when a world not their own is in danger, they simply sit back and state “Not my problem”, so No…such a thing wouldn’t be the worst. Yet out of respect for chime…”
Wincing, the Namekian would rise once more, his hands gripping his staff as if the very idea of the object was holding him upright.
“I still must ask you to leave. You wish to make a world into a wasteland of Chaos where only the strong survive? Do it on Arcose. But here? Earth? Its not a good idea…”
Sighing, Oboe hoped that his words would spur the other into action. He wished for death at this point – and it was clear as day that he wasn’t doing well. Perhaps this was his idea of assisted suicide…
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Post by General Kraktus on Sept 30, 2020 14:26:01 GMT -6
Kraktus laughed once more when Oboe claimed that if he wanted too he could kill him. It was as simple as that. Kraktus turned to face Oboe and grinned. "Even at your best I have my doubts you could so easily kill me. But right now? You look lifeless, you look like your drained of all your vitality. If anything it'd be simple for me to kill you. Of course, your probably holding back some of your power but I doubt as much as you claim." Kraktus crossed his arms as right after this claim Oboe so easily sat down. Was he tired? Kraktus could not be sure but it was clearly a weakness of sorts. Of course, Kraktus was happy to exploit that. Killing the former Guru right now might be enjoyable and help him towards his goals but then Oboe spoke.
Oboe claimed he was right. Kraktus blinked a few times, he had not expected that. Of course, he was right, he was the smartest being in the universe. But time and again, the so-called heroes of this universe refused to listen to him. When he spoke they saw lies and vileness. They didn't see the truth. But the truth was not always clean. Sometimes things were said that were true that were not accepted as such. That was the way things were. Kraktus decided to speak and bring a bit of truth to Oboe once more. "They had to face the stargoons, in full force. Every single one of them posed to fight at full strength. They had to face the man who recruited them, Cress. As braindead as he is, he is not a weak fighter. The axis of evil combined in one force to strike your world. It would have taken the strength of the earth to protect Namek. Of course, that strength was used to kill Vocado and his allies. Maybe a bit overkill if you ask me." Kraktus was not sure if this was trying to cheer up Oboe or explain the truth of the situation to him but Oboe could take any way he wanted.
Kraktus waved his hand as oboe also pointed out right now he was not doing anything vile right now which was not normal. "I don't do evil things all the time? Do you think I go robbing banks and killing people? I'm not some thug. I kill people for two reasons. Because it brings me pleasure or it helps me towards my goal. I only do vile acts when I have something to gain. Something that I desire." Kraktus floated up and listened to Oboe also seemed to be fine with what he had said, that if he found some planet and twisted it to his whims then they deserved it. That how the heroes had done nothing to help Namek when it needed it to help most. They stood and raised their hands. They were selfish. Which was true in his mind, they didn't come to Namek's aid. But despite all this agreement, Oboe still had the gall to tell him to leave this planet. To not allow him to do what he desired to Earth, he could do it another planet but not Earth.
Kraktus for a moment was thinking of just blasting Oboe. If he powered up and fought him it'd give him a good fight and if he was as weak as the scouter indicated then he could kill him. No more namek dragonballs. But seeing the state Oboe was in, no. Killing him right now would do him no good. He was in the grasp of darkness. Kraktus leaned forward. "I'm not going to leave Oboe. Not yet, I found something interesting to do. That is talking to you. It is not often I get to another mind and especially a mind so torn. Losing Namek hurt you deeply I see that now. I expected a man like you to be enraged but you just seem depressed. When the killer still walks around so casually. If I remember correctly, I was there protecting your lot and that little wish when Cress came. You and chime so weak ran off and me and that bug fought Cress. I could of let him have that wish to not let you see even your kin again but I refused. Because it did me no good. I will fight on your side agiasnt a fiend like him but there also someone even higher you hate yes?"
Kraktus lurched forward a savage grin forming on his face. "Its Kayen. The Saiyan Queen. The one who allowed Vocado, Kalabas, and Cress to run out of control. To allow them to do as they please. To allow Cress the chance to hire the goons to blow away your planet. To allow Vocado and Kalabas to hunt the dragonballs and to force you off Namek to protect the universe. You took a higher duty and you sacrificed your planet. Not a single hero of the same earth came to your aid. They didn't help Save namek, they thanked you for helping Earth by allowing Namek to be burned to ash. To float away in space as a memory. I warned Carro this would happen. I said Kayen was a danger, and he didn't listen. Now Namek is gone. You want revenge yes? Do you want justice? There all the same in this universe. Justice is arbitrated by the strong. Kayen will get away with her arrogance because she is strong. But since we go a common foe, how about you and me work together. You and I get your justice and I promise to leave Namek and Earth alone." Of course, the last part was a lie but right now he was trying to prey on what he saw was Oboe's weakness. If it didn't work it'd at least be worth the try and if it did...well he didn't even want to think having the guru as an ally would do for his plans.
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Post by Oboe on Oct 3, 2020 13:09:32 GMT -6
Doubt what you will.. Oboe thought to himself;
The eldritch horror spoke of what had occurred on Namek, whether by first or second hand knowledge – he now had a name, many names to be precise. He’d not exactly known the whom had been responsible for Namek’s inevitable destruction, just the how. The when. Kraktus would continue, explaining that he was not some ‘common street thug’, as if his crimes and words to indicate the why he’d commit them were exempt from his original descriptions. Then, came the more personal jabs. His departure from Shenron – the weakness of his body having failed him, he had to escape the moment as he’d thought himself about to fall. He had no idea Chromo had needed to defend their wish so fervently. Calling him depressed? As if this state he resided in was one of choice? Ludirous! Oboe’s fist tightened.
The taunt, the jeering – all laced with truths; Oboe knew he was right. Yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling that his very presence on Namek, at that moment, would’ve moved things in an opposite direction. The creature leaned in on him, closing the distance between them in a short movement – he was indeed stronger now, though the depths of his true strength were unknown to him, the Guru of Namek could feel things more fluidly than others. He knew it wasn’t purely madness that drove this malevolent monstrosity. He was right, Oboe owed him a boon. His actions with Chromo – if they were to have defended the wish to restore the life force of all those who had been lost to the wickedness of others…it too did him no good to be so forceful.
Chime forgive him, he still despised this creature but his words weren’t without wisdom.
“The Queen of the Saiyans you say…truly you’re not wrong. My thoughts on the manner are of similar mind, though not as barbarous as your own. I do think it the responsibility of a Queen to lead and guide her people towards their interactions within this universe and far too many times have I witnessed the Saiyans in their own ways having guided the path of destruction we’ve found ourselves upon…”
His withered, tired looking face stared at Kraktus and it was in that moment it was seen. While his body had become decrepit, old, worn; Oboe’s eyes burned with a fire the same as they had always – though it was tinged with something more. A violet glow that came from directly behind the pupil giving off an eerie visage.
“-and you’re right. My world was sacrificed the moment I came to assist Earth. No aide was offered but could it have been? Was there truly time? It is indeed Justice I seek…”
Oboe continued to stare as his tufflized DNA began to surge with anger. It wasn’t like him to feel such baser instincts, but his continued words gave truth to his internal hate for this entire situation. The negativity fueling the base Destron in his body. Feeding his thoughts with emotions unlike his own.
“– I seek the justice of retribution, If this Cress was the one who brought desolation upon my world, and it was the aide of these Stargoons that accomplished the task, than I will find a manner in which to bring each who were there to account. You give me an idea, though I had considered it before hand…Perhaps I will go speak to this Queen. She should be aware of her peoples actions, I’ll wish to know what they intend to do about this…and depending that well…”
He’d begin coughing once again; Violet spittle caking his hand as blood flowed effortlessly from his lungs. The glow was gone, his fit was intense as the Namekian simply wheezed himself back into sense. A tired voice came back.
“…but I’d have to be a desperate man…to join you in any regard. Temporary or otherwise…you will not use me as a tool to further your chaos, no matter how tempting your offer. We both know to trust you would be to trust the Scorpion. I’d have only myself to blame for putting aside your nature…General.”
Oboe was no fool. No matter how bad his situation currently seemed, no matter how much sense this violet skinned squid-man made; The Namekian couldn’t forget himself. He couldn’t forget who he was dealing with. He couldn’t forget the damage this one could cause if he so desired. This was Kraktus – even if he held the ear of every single leader of every single word – he couldn’t be trusted. His actions too erratic, his desires too hidden. It was impossible to know what the creature wanted. Still…
“…yet you’re right…I owe you my Thanks. If not for you my people would’ve remained in the Otherworld, lost souls awaiting return that may never come. Our population dwindled to a mere handful. It is in that regard, I shall not bother you further with requests to leave…”
At that he’d suddenly get quiet and stare into the abyss.
“…she should still be trapped within there…I hope. Nary do I ever wish to see them again…”
It wasn’t positive whom he was speaking about, but Oboe seemed lost in his own thoughts; A senile man on the edge of insanity. Dementia. It seemed the Guru was truly lost with Namek’s destruction. Not Depressed, merely…broken, as if his very essence and being represented Namek’s cracked and destroyed state.
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Post by General Kraktus on Oct 7, 2020 14:22:52 GMT -6
Once agian it seemed Oboe would admit to at least some of what he said to be true. Which was of course a delight to here, he could speak truths when he desired too, he just rarely divulged so much to another being. Kayen had not been a good leader, she had let rouge elements do as they please and for that namek was gone. It was no skin off her back but it certainly was a burden to the Guru. Despite all of this it seemed to do little good on his part. Oboe was focused on getting revenge on the stargoons and Cress. The latter he could not give a shit about but he could have Oboe destroy the goons. What would he do without an army to fight his battles? Still, at least he was going to talk to Kayen. Maybe she'd be stupid enough to piss him off. And considering his current state, she prob not take him seriously. She didn't take many people seriously unless you were strong and threatened something she cared about.
As for his offer of alliance, Oboe was flat out still saying now. Despite how desperate he was he'd not trust Kraktus. Which was reasonable, it would be unwise to just trust him based on his word. "Tool? Am I using you as a tool? Honestly, Oboe..." He shook his head. "I use everyone as tools. Every single person. They're just tools of different importance. But I'd not want you to join me. We got different goals. As I said, we should work together. That is a very different thing. You want peace, I want chaos. You want to heal your people, I could give a rats ass about the Namekian. But we have one common thread between us. The Saiyan Kingdom. They allowed your people to die, allowed rouge elements to rampage, and destroy your planet. I've not seen Kayen come to find you to beg for your forgiveness. She cares not for what happened because she wants to care for herself and those she loves. Outside of that, she does not care. Me? I want to defeat Kayen. She is a strong warrior. So we both got a reason to fight her, you got the reason I got the means. Because Cress has been mostly disposed of. Not only did I stop him I also took control of the goons. And from what I heard, they were merely muscle. Cress is the one want and after that its Kayen." Was it risky to lay his hand out? Sure? But he also wanted to make Oboe focus on Cress and Kayen. If they could not work together he'd rather redirect Oboe's focus.
What surprised him the most about all this was Oboe thanking him for what he did. For a moment he felt something deep inside, though he was not sure what. He quickly crushed that thought. His face became more stern as he stared at Oboe. "Well, I'll take your thanks." Kraktus leaned back agiasnt a rock. Kraktus was unsure how to feel about that but he supposed it was best to not get all pissy over thanks. He watched as Oboe's mental state became more clear to see. He was a broken mind, he had really lost with the death of Namek. Yet, he also seemed sharp in some ways. Kraktus could not explain it but while Oboe seemed weak and shrivel some of the words he said made him thank otherwise. He didn't think it was an act or bluff he just thought that Oboe was changing, right now he was still grieving over Namek but after he had finished? What would he be? Kraktus was unsure and that was something that gave him pause. Kraktus tilted his head. "So what are you going to do Oboe?" He decided to just ask and see where Oboe head was at after he recovered his strength.
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