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Post by Sando-itchi on Mar 4, 2018 0:59:09 GMT -6
Sando had been walking towards the city for what felt like an eternity. His thoughts of his sensei and the way he stormed out of the only home he had ever known faded; as the city grew in size over the horizon. He never dreamed of such a place existing, he figured it must be a place reserved for only the top cut of society. His muscles itched he had never gone this long in a day without training or sparring. "I can't wait to find out what a fighter who trains here looks like!" Sando said his naive nature causing him to believe fighting is common place. As he entered the city his jaw dropped at the sight of it. Bustling streets filled with people, flying cars, shops of seemingly endless amounts, and scrapers that left him looking to the sky. He tightened his head band and began walking on the sidewalk which to him may as well be pristine marble. He drew some attention from passing people as he practically stumbled across a new wonder of the world every time he looked through a window into a store. By the time he had come accustom to the scenery (And been yelled at by a few cab drivers.) it was mid day.
"Alright that's enough sight seeing time to find a sparring partner, this place has to have some strong opponents!" Sando said as he passed by a boxing gym. He stared through the window and found exactly what he was looking for. There in a strange red ring was two muscular boxers sparring, one looking to be overpowering his opponent by a noticeable margin. Sando walked in absent mindlessly finding a place in the crowd of strange men and women in hats with cameras. He arrived just in time to witness the bigger boxer slam a right hook through his opponents guard knocking him to the ground. He seemed unimpressed and threw his gloves off before walking through the sea of people who were seemingly asking him a million questions. "Hey nice match, but I don't think you could pull that off against me." Sando's statement drew all of the reporters attention away from the boxer. The man seemed to hate having his spotlight stolen, only replying to Sando with a come here gesture after entering the ring. A small man wearing a grey sweater had been asking Sando to leave but backed down after seeing his challenge accepted. "Awesome, you must be the real deal!" He said his enthusiasm only angering the boxer further. The reporters all clambered as Sando jumped all the way from the door and into the ring shaking the canvas. A bell rung before Sando could take a fighting stance, and the boxer wasted no time dashing towards his opponent a swinging the same right hook. As the glove pulled away from Sando's face he wore a disappointed expression. "Come on, there's no need to hold back. I can take it!" He said much to the shock of the crowd and the boxer. Angered he assaulted Sando with a flurry of blows none having effect, leaving the boxer shaking and breathing heavy. "Well I guess it's my turn." Said a unenthusiastic Sando before he through a jab so fast it seemed to disappear sending his opponent flying and getting ensnared in the ropes. The press was in shock as the mysterious fighter jumped from the ring back to the door. "I'll be back if you get any stronger guys!" He said as he left the building leaving a stunned audience in his wake.
He continued down the main drag moping as if he found out Santa isn't real. "I hope not every fighter here is like that..."
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 4, 2018 19:18:40 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 16,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3) Active! Current PL: 16,000 OFF/ 48,000 DEF
Even Villains needed a day off.
Mumbo had always enjoyed East City. It was that little bit more comfortable than the slums West City produced, and there was a distinct lack of snow like the North was abundant with. That, and the fact that East City had the only frozen yogurt place worth a damn made the city his preferred leisure-time locale.
The Majin walked down main street, wearing a pair cargo shorts with an islands button-up shirt. The pink palm-trees on his chest clashed well with the dark red sky they were portrayed on. If you didn't know him, you'd probably think Mumbo was a tourist.
Bowl of chocolate froyo in hand. Drenched in chocolate and caramel sauce, it looked more like a sugar rush in waiting than the healthy snack some people thought it was. He took massive globs of the stuff, chowing down on it with fervor. He was usually a fan of the more sugary stuff, but this worked too.
Before he could decide where he'd stop next, he found himself bumping into somebody. Taking a step back, he realized he'd walked right into some bozo in a fighter's Gi. Who wore those anymore? Only the cheesy action flicks used those nowadays. Maybe he was a fanboy.
"Watch where yer goin, Pal." Grunted Mumbo as he pushed past the cosplayer. "And pick a bettah film genre to dress up as, got it?"
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Post by Aris Unit t7A-02 on Mar 6, 2018 2:38:49 GMT -6
Aris Unit t7A-02 had coasted into East City not but 30 minutes ago; it was the first city he came across while on his mad dash across the landscape. He figured where there was a city, there were people. Some of those people probably knew how to fix things, hopefully even something as complex as himself. When he arrived at the city’s outskirts, the quality and quantity of his sensory input data spiked dramatically, especially when compared to the vast and unchanging flatlands that made up the bulk of the trip here. Immense towers of all different shapes and colors scraped the sky, the streets were a blur of kinetic energy thanks to the sheer density and pace of the local populace. Aris took in every detail, trying to understand the place and purpose of every intricacy of this new and exiting cityscape. Before allowing himself get too carried away, he paused in an attempt to get back to the task at hand. He needed to find somewhere to repair himself.
As he roamed the grid of streets and buildings, Aris began asking everyone around him for directions.
“Greetings, do you know where I can find a repair shop?”
Time and time again, the strange and imposing android’s inquiries were met with looks of shock and mistrust. He must’ve been doing something wrong. Perhaps they couldn’t understand him? Oh, he was just speaking the wrong language, that was all.
“Hola, ¿sabes dónde puedo encontrar un taller de reparación?”
The asian man stared blankly at the apparently hispanic bundle of fibers before nervously speed-walking past him. From street, to road, to boulevard, Aris acted the part of a troubled polyglot tourist, asking everyone ‒ in every language ‒ the very same question:
“你好，你知道我在哪里可以找到修理店吗？”
Statistically, someone was bound to give an answer; statistics never lie. After stumbling through the city and irritating about half the population, he happened upon two unusual individuals. One was a young man wearing a vibrant purple gi, and the other was a massive grey creature that appeared to be made of some sort of goo. Aris hoped these two would grant him some insight on where he should be headed. If not, he had another half of the city he could try. Like so many times that day, the robot approached the two strangers and asked them the ever unanswerable question:
“こんにちは、私は修理工場をどこに見つけることができるか知っていますか？”
Aris stood in frozen place, awaiting any input at all.
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Post by Sando-itchi on Mar 6, 2018 22:38:31 GMT -6
Sando's eyes widened as he looked at the large grey blobster in front of him, he spoke in a al-capone type of accent. He zoned out not hearing what he had said to him but he could tell from his body language that he was a capable combatant. "How do I provoke this lug? OH I know!" Sando thought, a mischievous smile on his face as he knocked away the chocolate fro-yo out of his potential opponents hand. "I don't usually fight tourist but I'll take you on pal." Sando said replicating the accent to taunt the majin into action. Sando had just got into fighting stance when he realized there was a strange looking spaceman drenched in chocolate yogurt behind the grey mass. Realizing it was his fault this occurred Sando pulled a handkerchief from his bag and began rapidly wiping away as much of the substance as he could.
"Woah sorry pal, I didn't notice you there! I'm usually not looking for a fight like that but I got itchy muscles you see, and... Wait a minute I know how I can repay you! Why don't you join in the fight with me. I get the feeling this guy isn't just a mobster on vacation." Sando would finish the sentence after bringing up his fighting stance with a smile on his face.
Sando would then attempt to throw a haymaker at the abdomen of his grey opponent regardless of Aris' reply. His fist sent ripples of feedback up Sando's arm as he made contact with his target but to his dismay the body of his gelatinous foe seemed like rubber absorbing and dispersing the force. A sweat drop formed on Sando's head as he whispered to himself "Crap..." |
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 8, 2018 1:59:57 GMT -6
Mumbo's head pulled back in confusion, brow-ridge arching as he heard the nerds words. Was he imitating Mumbo's accent? What a rude dude! Maybe he was a baddie in disguise. If Maple was here, he might consider doing the whole 'good of evil' spiel, but this guy was just a bit too annoying to be worth recruiting. Surely Maple would understand if he ever found out about this.
"Tanks, but I tink I'll take a raincheck on fightin' a bozo like you. I'm on uh, vacation? Yaknow, like a day off?"
The Majin turned to cross the street, but suddenly found his yogurt knocked away. This guy really was a villain! Swiveling on his heels, he turned to take a swing, but saw an even weirder sight. He had barely noticed this other weirdo before, but apparently the karate loser had accidentally spilled Mumbo's yogurt on a robot tourist thing, and was asking the machine to help him fight.
Sighing, Mumbo put a hand to his face. Containing his rage wasn't one of Mumbo's strong suits, and having his food forcibly taken had to be near the top of the Majin's pet peeves. Hell, was that even a pet peeve?
The burly beast's fists clenched, but before he could take a strike, Sando turned to attack first! His fist slammed into Mumbo's chest, doing little but cause his shirt to ripple. Mumbo chuckled darkly.
"You really ought ta' pick ya fights bettah, Pal."
Without a second thought, Mumbo's head jerked forward, aiming to collide with Sando's own noggin. If the hit landed, the gi-wearing freakazoid would probably find himself sprawled out against the pavement a street over.
KP: 3/3
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Chthonia
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Post by Chthonia on Mar 8, 2018 2:34:10 GMT -6
PL: 1500
Another day, another city. Earth definitely seemed to enjoy making these little hubs of life and industry didn't it? The red eyed demon girl was wandering the rooftops, looking for any new marks to relieve of their heavy valuables when she saw something that could be entertaining. Apparently some dumbass of a human was trying to pick a fight with a grey Majin in a yellow rubber outfit. This would probably be over quick, and when the fight reached its inevitable conclusion she could swoop in and help the poor human back to his feet, albeit a little bit lighter than when he'd fallen of course. Payment for services rendered after all.
So, Chthonia made herself comfortable and started biting into an apple that she'd stolen the other day from a fruit vendors stall as she watched the show. She wondered which side the yoghurt covered robot would try to aid in... and if his parts would sell for anything decent if he decided to go up against the Majin gimp.
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Post by Aris Unit t7A-02 on Mar 8, 2018 22:49:07 GMT -6
Hearing the two speak english brought Aris a tinge of accomplishment. He’d attempted to speak to many different individuals, but this was the first time anyone spoke back, even if it wasn't directed toward him.
In an unexpected turn of events, the man in the gi knocked the tub of sugar out of the other’s hands, sending it careening toward him. Being an android, his hand zipped into the path trajectory of the chocolate confection long before it reached the end of its arc. Unfortunately, halting the container does not halt what it’s holding. The leftover inertia carried most of the half-melted contents all over the front of Aris, soiling a large portion of his chest piece. Completely unfazed by what would probably ruin a normal person’s afternoon, he attempted to converse to the pair in their native tongue, but was again interrupted by something even more unexpected.
After being punched rather pathetically, the larger figure reared his head back in an attempt to drive it fiercely into his assailants. With a blow from a tough being like that, most anyone would surely be sent flying. If he did, Aris would be right in his flight path! He quickly leaned forward and widened his stance. Maybe if he helped one of these newly formed adversaries, he’d be more inclined to assist him.
If the attack lands and the smaller one is sent flying, Aris will attempt to catch him and save him from slamming into the concrete floor, the force causing him to slide quite a ways before skidding to a stop. The android would then place the man back on his feet.
“Ah, it appears I have saved you from quite a tumble,” his voice was oddly calm and clear, given the circumstances. “From what I gathered, I believe this means you are temporarily indebted to me and ‘owe me a favor’. Is this correct?”
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Post by Sando-itchi on Mar 8, 2018 23:46:08 GMT -6
Sando really should have used his head a bit more before confronting this guy. It seemed his opponent was also using his head quite literally as it was viciously rammed into Sando's skull. His headband flowed after him as he was sent careening towards the busy street near them. Luckily the futuristic looking gent he rallied with earlier caught him, pillowing the impact, and saving Sando from oncoming traffic. They both skid back quite a ways but at least the only damage Sando took was from the headbutt. A huge bruise was turning black and blue beneath Sando's headband but the pain only served to excite him.
“Ah, it appears I have saved you from quite a tumble,” The voice of his new found ally was oddly calm and clear, given the circumstances. “From what I gathered, I believe this means you are temporarily indebted to me and ‘owe a me favor’. Is this correct?” Sando was placed upright on his feet, he stood upright and took a fighting stance, but seemed a little wobbly. "You bet space dude, but let's discuss that favor after we get some payback on this cheesy sounding blob."
Sando suspected that the blob was now under estimating him, and so he would use it to his advantage. The dragon school student would dash at his opponent attempting to slide under his legs after feigning a punch. If this succeeded he would jump up and onto Mumbo's back attempting to put him into a headlock or at least distract him enough to leave him open to an attack from Aris.
"Go for it, I'll be alright!"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 9, 2018 7:03:15 GMT -6
A resounding crash rang out as flesh met Mumbo. The Majin couldn't help but grin, though his satisfaction was cut short when the robot saved Sando from becoming one with the pavement. These two already seemed like they had decent coordination. Maybe they knew each other better than they let on.
Mumbo cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck. This wasn't gonna last too much longer. If it took the action-flick-fanatic that long to recover from a single hit, he wouldn't be able to put up a fight against Mumbo's full force.
Before he could taunt the overeager martial artist, he'd started his advance! Fist cocked back, Sando dashed ahead with a ferocity in his eye. Mumbo prepared to catch the fist, but was surprised to see Sando slip right between his legs! Blinking rapidly, it took him a moment to register what just happened. This was the first time Mumbo's size had been used against him, and boy was he glad it was in a fight he couldn't lose.
He felt the grip of the earthling's arms tighten around his neck, though it had little effect. He didn't exactly need to breath, after all.
"Ey! Dat's cheatin'!"
Mumbo shook his huge, meaty antenna, which had managed to avoid the groping hands of Sando, and attempted to wrap it around the human's gut. If he got a hold, the antenna would squeeze tight, before trying to fling him into a nearby garbage bin.
KP: 3/3
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Chthonia
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Post by Chthonia on Mar 9, 2018 8:40:16 GMT -6
Well that was annoying. The damn yoghurt robot had caught the man and helped him back to his feet! She had been looking forward to heading down to pick at the man's pockets... Chthonia sighed before watching the fight resume, and it seemed that the two non-Majins were teaming up against the big grey guy.
She smirked as she heard the Majin complain about the human cheating by managing to be clever in their fight. Although she had to agree, this was a little bit unfair. Two against one? This just would not do, not if she wanted to see any kind of pay day out of the humans pockets, or the androids parts.
Chthonia reduced her active power level to as low as she could make it, whilst rendering herself invisible to the naked eye at the same time with her magic. She wasn't stupid enough to make herself a target after all, especially with what she had in mind. With her preparations complete, she leaned on the edge of the rooftop with one hand leaning out and mimicing a gun.
She held up her thumb to use it as a pseudo sight and decided to take aim at the robot. "Bang, bang, bang." she whispered before firing off a trio of energy blasts from the tip of her finger, from the "barrel" of her "gun" towards the android.
The idea that there was another person at play here would change the dynamic a little, alter the moves of the players... and make this little fight all that much more entertaining for her. And hopefully a lot more profitable as well if the Majin could keep up his end of the unspoken bargain.
Used Energy Suppression and Energy Setting to reduce PL to 1
Used [UT] Invisibilty
[UT] Invisibility: By using her magical powers, she can render herself invisible to the naked eye, appearing as little more than a heat haze at best. Of course she can still be sensed by energy sensors, heard when she makes a noise, and smelled out by those with keen noses.
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Post by Aris Unit t7A-02 on Mar 12, 2018 0:21:42 GMT -6
Everyone was so very violent in this town. As Aris was now seeing, this was quite the fact. He began to calmly walk toward the two grapplers; he was hoping could come to an understanding of this peculiar behaviour.
This thought process was interrupted when a blast of energy crashed into his shoulder. The attack sent his upper body bending downward, but he rebounded in an uncannily rapid manner. His sensors locked onto two additional energy masses headed his way. With machine precision, he swatted the first off into the sidewalk beside him and extended his other hand toward the other incoming projectile. His metallic fibrous outstretched hand unraveled itself into a maelstrom of black tendrils; They wrapped the mass of ki, completely engulfing it as it was snuffed out like a candle flame.
Aris looked to the source of the blast array, but saw only an empty rooftop. He scanned around for a moment, but found no trace anything or anyone. It was then a thought appeared in his mind. Could this be a cultural quirk? Could all this senseless violence simply be a means of communication of some kind? If this were true, the love taps of ki he’d just dealt with could have just been a way to say hello. Perhaps the reason they ran off was because they were shy. With this newfound information in tow, he decided to say hello back and sent three cobalt ki blasts straight toward the roof they had come from.
His feet carried him with renewed eagerness straight for the large grey creature.
“Do not worry large being, I will prove my question worthy of an answer.”
The sentence came to and end right as Aris went for a sweeping kick on the towering man. Since his upper half was currently being climbed upon, he hoped the added weight to the top of his frame would cause him to be a bit less balanced then under normal circumstances.
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Post by Sando-itchi on Mar 12, 2018 16:32:55 GMT -6
"Hey cut it out you big piece of playdoh!" Sando said as he dodged repeated attempts of being grabbed by Mumbos antenna. Unfortunately he wasn't aware of majin anatomy in the least. His grapple was having no effect at all besides annoying his enemy. And to top it off his ally had just been sniped by a ki blast. Sando figured it was over but the robotic man seemed to spring back as if he had just tripped. He definitely wasn't human and this fact was cemented when he easily dealt with the following blasts.
Suddenly Sando fept the air in his body leave his lungs. Mumbo had managed to grab him, squeezing him tightly before throwing him at high speed towards a group of trash bins. Sando had an idea as he flew but he knew it would cost him. "Your shirt is ugly!" Sando shouted the only insult he could think up in am instant before turning towards his opponent and firing off a huge purple beam from his palms. He couldn't see if the attack had any effect or not, he was too busy crashing into a tin can. He could have easily landed on his feet, but after propelling himself even faster after blasting Mumbo not so much. He got up and dusted him self off having no time to rest. Aris and Mumbo were in a cloud of dust and he heard a commotion from it but couldn't actually see what was happening. Well other than the three cobalt colored ki blasts sent at an empty rooftop.
Thread PL: 3,780 2/3 KP remains [N1] used
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 13, 2018 23:57:20 GMT -6
Mumbo laughed loudly as the young nerd was sent flying from off his back. He expected him to simply crumple into a heap in the trash, but instead, he had time to pop off an energy attack! The wave of Ki blitzed towards Mumbo, and as the Majin turned to block, he felt his feet falter. He turned just in time to see the robot from before had tripped him up, before finding himself face-to-face with Sando's massive attack.
He took the hit hard. Tumbling backwards, Mumbo rolled out onto the empty street with a harsh thud, cracking the asphalt on impact. From the ground, the magic monster growled. That hurt a lot more than it should have! He was definitely off his game today.
Pushing free of his Mumbo-shaped crater, Mumbo hopped to his feet, a dark, un-amused chuckle escaping him. "Shouldn'ta dun dat, Pal." His body was suddenly alight with Ki, a swirling maelstrom of malicious purple energy. The Majin was serious now.
With a single motion, Mumbo's mouth expelled a massive wave of energy. Payback for Sando's strike, clearly. The white-hot beam tore through the city street, rumbling the tourist district with its might. How would the wandering fighter fair?
Took the N1 head on. Suffered small damage.
Mumbo fires [N1] Cannoli Cannon at Sando!
33% Power for a damage potential of: 5,280!
2/3 KP
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Chthonia
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Post by Chthonia on Mar 14, 2018 5:18:02 GMT -6
"Eeep!" squeaked the red eyed demon girl as she curled up into a ball as the robot down below returned three shots of their own, right to her rooftop! Next time, move after you shoot you stupid idiot! she mentally berated herself. Chthonia felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, and she quickly looked over the ruined edges of the rooftop in time to watch the Majin gimp unleash a massive beam of energy from his mouth! The demon thief might not have been able to sense energy, but she could definitely feel the power coming from that attack. Not just from the quake in the area it was creating either! There was just one down side to such a powerful attack though... what if it wiped out the human entirely? Can't pick a persons pocket if there isn't a person left to pick the non-existent pockets of! Aris Unit t7A-02 Sando-itchi Majin Mumbo
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