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Post by Vocado on Jan 9, 2021 13:18:45 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 241,250
There was a calmness in the air. It was unusual for most any city on Earth in these tumultuous times, but South City always seemed to get off easy. It was usually those other big names that got in trouble. North and Central were the biggest magnets, though every city got its fair share of villainy here and there one might suppose.
That calmness wouldn’t last long, however, for a small apartment complex in the heart of the city was about to get a violent, monstrous customer.
It was almost as if he’d lived there a decade the way Vocado appeared on the couch in the quaint little apartment. He sighed as he leaned back on the seat. It was expensive stuff; a cultural clash considering the humble location it resided in. Though the couch did betray that the owner was far from humble. In fact, he considered Kraktus, the denizen of this particular apartment, to be the only man alive as... Egotistical as himself. Would Vocado really call himself egotistical, though? Perhaps in another life. In his last one especially so. Before he died he was calling himself monster and bastard and so and so. Now though, he wasn’t so sure. He knew he was evil by most peoples standards, but how far that stone could be thrown he’d have to see for himself.
Just as suddenly as he’d appeared at the couch, so too did he also arrive at the fridge. He swiped a bottle of wine from the top shelf, and swiped the neck clean off, spilling crimson across the tile. He gulped huge mouthfuls of the stuff down, but sneered. Too bitter for his taste. Even still, he carried it with him back to the couch, and wrapped the remote for the television up in his tail.
He fumbled for a bit before finally clicking it on. Some reality show about chefs living together blared on the television. He mostly drowned it out.
Sighing, he took another swig of wine and waited. Kraktus would arrive sooner or later.
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Post by General Kraktus on Jan 9, 2021 15:22:36 GMT -6
Kraktus had been getting himself some food instead of being at home. He wanted to get himself something to eat while he thought of his next plan. He needed to figure out how he was going to overpower Kayen or Carro. Kraktus knew if he was going to start a war and proclaim himself the figurehead he needed the strength to back it up. Kraktus as he arrived back home his scouter beeped. He could pick up a large powerlevel, even higher then his own and it happened to be right in his room. Kraktus kept walking to arrive at his apartment room so he could figure out who decided to get in his house. Kraktus got to the door and cracked his neck. "I really don't know who decided to find me but that was not a good idea for them." Kraktus opened the door with his mind and saw sitting on his coach, Vocado.
Kraktus walked inside and shut the door behind him. Kraktus was shocked to say the least. Vocado was dead. Or he should be dead. He had no signs of being dead or rebuild as some machine. He looked the same as ever. What had happened? Kraktus tried to think, maybe Chromo wish had revived Vocado. That was possible, but it didn't explain how Vocado has grown so strong. Guess the otherworld was good for training. When you didn't have to worry about getting murdered and instead seethed in the anger of being murdered, maybe that be the perfect environment to grow stronger. Now he had to wonder if Vocado had some new power up or trick that Kraktus had to deal with as well? Kraktus could not say but he didn't like it. He didn't like the idea of anyone coming back to life, but someone like Vocado, someone who actually would go out of the way to stop him to pay back what he had done? No this could not stand.
Kraktus stalked over to the coach looking down at Vocado who had taken some of his wine. Kraktus arm flexed the bottle shattering into pieces. The wine covered the carpet dripping down onto the table and maybe some on Vocado. Kraktus looked down with a deathly glare at Vocado. "This is my sanctuary. I don't know how you found where I live or how you alive but you must have a good reason to be here. Last time we meet, you sweared vengeance upon me since I helped those hero's stop you. So if your here to try to kill me you can try. You will find that is not as easy as you might suspect. If your here for some other reason spit it out and get off my coach." Whether Vocado got off the coach or not, Kraktus moved his finger to send the coach smashing agiasnt the wall denting part of the wall and knocking over some chairs. Kraktus was for lack of a better word, triggered.
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Post by Vocado on Jan 9, 2021 16:27:16 GMT -6
How surprising. Vocado expected the usual cold arrogance that Kraktus was known for, but this? Seething anger? This was new. This was fun. The squid-man showed off his mental prowess, shattering Vocado’s stolen spirits and splashing the Saiyan with an ample amount of wine. To say the Saiyan was annoyed would be an understatement, but the disappointment found in the revelation he’d need to buy new clothes was undercut by the joy he felt in infuriating such an insufferable creature.
”My my, feisty today aren’t we? I haven’t even made any verbose threats yet and you’re already off to the races. Should I have dressed more appropriately? I have my blood-stained armor from last we fought in my closet somewhere if you want me to dig it out.” Sighing, he looked back down at his undersuit. ”Then again, this shade of crimson is a good substitute...”
His idle chatter was cut off when Kraktus flung the couch into the wall. For a moment, it seemed as though the Saiyan would impact alongside it, but the moment the chair made impact, he was nowhere to be found. It was as if he’d vanished!
”That one is not on me if they call with a noise complaint.”
Vocado wiped at his pants lazily with a damp cloth, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter like a rebellious teenager. He gave Kraktus a cursory glance, before going back to his business.
”You’re not that hard to find, you know. Ask enough people, or search enough dingy apartments and eventually you end up here.” He chuckled to himself. ”That, and the alias you used to rent this place was... Laughably obvious.”
Try as he might to scrub out the stain, it was no use. It’d set in already. Disappointed, he sighed, and hopped off the counter. He twirled the television remote, still clasped tightly in his tail, and lowered the volume some. The chefs were beginning to argue about who forgot to refrigerate the lamb sauce.
”Make no mistake my slime-slathered friend, I still plan full well on ripping your heart out one day. If I’d wanted it done today, you’d never have been able to walk through that door.” He gave a dark glare to the man. A glare that betrayed how confident he was in that statement. ”No, I think we can still make use of each other. At least for now.”
For a moment, Vocado disappeared again. His vanishing act lasted longer than the blink of an eye this time. If kraktus counted, he’d have been waiting a solid minute before the Saiyan showed himself again. This time he appeared in front of the TV, wearing a plain gray jogging outfit. ”There. Something more ‘Earthling’ to suit the decor.”
Dropping the remote control neatly on the coffee table (which had somehow remained unharmed), he focused his attention solely on Kraktus again.
”My lust for control of the galaxy has simmered down a bit. Grand machinations are a little less my speed now. As fun as the Tree of Might may have been to dream of, it was never mine to gain. It was someone else’s destiny, and so I shall leave it and its mysteries to the next foolhardy Saiyan who’s infected with a power trip.”
Producing a noticeably bent metal bottle from one of the jacket pockets, he took a sip and continued. ”That being said, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t irrevocably angry. At Kayen, at Carro, maybe even...” He paused genuinely for a moment. ”What the hell was the name of that other kid? Yosha? Nomu? Whatever.” Waving his hand dismissively, he continued. ”The point is that I’m looking for a little payback. I want them all dead, but I’d prefer to do it by my own hand. Only problem is... Well, I’m sure you’re well aware of the last time I tried fighting Carro.”
Images flashed of the great cat. Flaming and furious and in the right. How sickening.
”So what then do we do? We’re at an impasse of sorts. I cannot prove my superiority due to their underhanded methods, and you cannot conquer or rule the universe or whatever other synonym you’ve decided sounds best— for your plans are hindered by their numbers. I say we put our minds together, and abuse our shared hatred toward one another to solve both of our problems.”
This was getting long-winded. Kraktus was surely liable to fall asleep by now. Time to wrap things up.
”The plan is simple. Divide their efforts among us and conquer. You and the Stargoons attack whatever city you deem appropriate with whatever reasoning seems most fun, and once you’ve amassed the right ensemble I’ll strike at the other end of the world and take down Carro while he’s alone with his feline companion. Cut the head of the snake, as it were. Once we’re all done with that I’ll swing by Vegeta, kill Kayen, and you can have your pick of the litter when it comes to planets.”
”There’s no frills or tricks here. I know quite well the type you are. Liars and cheats work best when being honest with one another, so I’ll tell you this; if you help me, it is a guarantee that I will come for you and kill you. As a consolation prize though I’ll give you ample time to prepare yourself and enjoy your new empire.” He raised a finger in warning. ”However, if you refuse or betray me, there’s no end to the suffering you’ll endure.”
Man. That was a mouthful. Surely Kraktus would understand the intricacies of the plot already.
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Post by General Kraktus on Jan 29, 2021 12:36:53 GMT -6
Kraktus glanced at Vocado, "I just don't expect the dead to come wallowing into my house. I assume Cress told you what happened and now you've come here to kill me. The whelp could not do it himself? It no surprise, if he's good at one thing it is running away with his tail between his legs." Kraktus crossed his arms. As for how Vocado found him he made it pretty clear he just asked around. It was not that hard to find a squid walking around. That was pretty uncommon on this planet. Kraktus would give Vocado that, at least he had a good point. If he was intending to hide out he should maybe do a better job hiding. But he wanted to have his cake too on the manner, doing whatever he pleased without being forced into the darkness.
Vocado made it clear that he was not here to kill him right now, that didn't mean his position on the manner would not change in the future. Kraktus leaned back glancing at Vocado, "I see. You want to barging with me. You want my help." Kraktus laughed a bit. "Color me flattered. But if you intended to kill me, your quite arrogant to think it would be that easy. Though I suppose you have a fair point. Your Current Power is higher then my own." Kraktus would get his jabs in but he knew in terms of a fight he'd be in a bad situation. He could escape Vocado but that might make the Goons follow him instead. He was a more...intelligence Cress. Far more intelligence. He'd say Vocado was one of the few people he'd at least consider a major threat. Therefore, Kraktus could not show weakness. He had to keep his position of strength.
Vocado then vanished, Krkatus was forced to wait nearly a minute before Vocado returned in new clothes. Kraktus gave a grunt but made no attempt to ruin this pair of clothes, even though that would be quite funny to see Vocado reaction after that. He explained that he wanted everyone dead, Carro, Kayen and a few other of the fucking hero that lead to him being stuck in the ground. Made sense, Kraktus had to agree that was reasonable. Vocado wanted his help for all this and in exchange he'd be able to take over. Though that did mean Vocado was a threat for the future. Then again everyone was. Kraktus grabbed the coach that he had thrown against the wall and slowly floated it down behind him. Vocado wanted him and the stargoons to attack some city to create an amass of chaos he'd take out Carro. Then if they were all still alive, they would kill Kayen. Kraktus grinned just a bit. "Color me Interested. Yes, I do think that could work." Kraktus dropped the coach and sat down.
"Empires though. Vocado I'd love nothing more for you and me to be the last beings dancing in the darkness to fight." Kraktus chuckled slowly. "You all think I want empires? I don't care about those things you know why Vocado? When I die, they crumble. They will be lost to the sands of time. Two Hundred Years ago, the Saiyans had an empire that stretched across the …now it is a husk of that. The World Keeps on moving and people keep on fighting to control it. I hate honestly. I hate this world. This Universe. The Gods above and below let the wheel keep on spinning. And I hate having that wheel keep spinning." Kraktus shook his head, he was getting ahead of himself. "I will work with you. I think its reasonable at this time. My plan has been to get all the forces of evil on my side. Of course while your with me I have the control, you get to kill Carro and Kayen. And I move forward with my plans. Then we can decide the fate of this universe you and me 1 on 1." As the last two being in the universe that worked quite well for Kraktus.
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