Post by Carva on Mar 7, 2017 22:15:39 GMT -5
Thread PL: 19,318
HW ON: 4,830
Bonuses: Mansion (50%), Heavyweights (75%), Grav x10
Carva's Thoughts
My name is Carva and I am a Saiya-jin Elite. At least I felt comfortable saying that up until a couple of days ago. Hrmf. How old was she? Eight? Nine? When I encountered the child, my first impression of her was that she was a failure of a Saiya-jin. Her very blood was an insult to my entire race, and I made that very clear. I meant what I said when I said it.
We fought and as badly as I hate to admit it, her power matched my own. I knew there was a full moon that night, so I used that to my advantage. She called me a coward. Does it make me a coward to use whatever means to win? Does that mean I'm scared? I was going to destroy that child, but I failed. I was defeated because she had something that I didn't. She...she was a Super Saiya-jin.
No matter what form I'd taken, or what I did I knew that somehow I couldn't defeat her. How did she do it?! How could one so young, so small be so powerful?! Is this a nightmare?! This is unbelievable! This is preposterous!
But...one thing...I have in my possession now is a drive. A new fire, a new motivation...a new obsession. No longer will I be made a fool of by a child! This will be the reinvention of Carva! I will surpass Mitsuba...I will become a Super Saiya-jin, come Hell or High Water.
Power and Pain
He stared up at the huge mansion with great pride. To some, it was just a house, but to Carva it was so much more. He'd built and designed the Manor way back on Blehberry, having taken it with him to Earth after killing his uncle Rubega. He'd designed this Mansion to be like no other in existence so far. This house had a thermostat that not only controlled the climate within the house, but also could amplify the gravity. It was fit for living, but also fit for a warrior to train in.
Carva was none the worse for wear at the moment, having bandaged ribs under his black and silver weighted armor. He'd also sewn together the wound on his chest with sterile metal wire, with a bit of help from Aphradite. Carva's left knee was wrapped tightly with ace bandage, stabilizing his weakened appendage.
Aphradite stood next to her master with a look of concern in his ice blue eyes. She was worried about Carva, not because he'd lost his first major battle but he'd developed a new obsession with becoming powerful. These injuries had happened a couple days ago, true...but Carva had made them worse by nonstop training.
Carva limped forward, his weight supported by a makeshift wooden cane. The Saiya-jin would grunt, coughing a bit as he fell down to a knee near the steps leading toward the front door. Those steps were hard for a healthy man to climb, let along an injured Saiya-jin.
Aphradite's hand went up to her cheek and she eek'ed as she ran over to Carva, throwing an arm over her own shoulders. "Let me help, Mista C! You're hurt, you shouldn't be doing this!"
He growled and gently pushed the Heran away, his brown eyes feral. "I will not be made to look weak again, Aphra. I am not some Earthling who takes two weeks off after a battle to heal. You'd do well to remember that." His voice was cool, calm. He was as level headed as one could be expected to be given the firey hot rage burning within him. But he wasn't abusive of his life mate. Just really mean.
Aphra sighed as she watched him, pushing himself to his feet with great difficulty. "But...but...you're only a mortal, Carva...you can't keep going on like this! You haven't eaten in days, nor do you come to bed at night! Have you even slept?!?"
"No...no I haven't..." his eyes had a far off look and bags under them. His lip had a scar on it from being busted. It burned, as did his muscles. He reeked of blood, sweat, and...dirt. Were there tears though? No. Warriors don't cry. "...I've no time. I must become stronger. I cannot allow that child to embarrass me again, do you understand?"
Damn he was stubborn. But it had to be expected from his kind. Aphra had to force herself to accept that no matter what she did, no matter what sweet words she said to him...he was a Saiya-jin. He was determined. She looked down at the stone steps as they moved up them, sadly watching Carva move up them in an intense amount of pain. She sighed and looked at him. "Are you sure this is an intelligent move, Carva? You can barely move without pain..."
"Woman..." he dropped his cane, forcing himself to stand up straight. The weights made this difficult, the aching in his body, the shortness of breath making him exhausted. But still, he stood tall and proud with his majestic black hair blowing in the wind. "...pain is temporary. Pride is forever, and it is the Saiya-jin warrior's most powerful weapon." He reached out to a keypad to the left of the metal doors of Carva Manor. He began punching in a code, and did something very dangerous. He set the gravity of the entire mansion up to times ten.
Aphradite frowned and gasped. "Seriously?! Are you trying to kill yourself?! Heavyweights AND gravity? And where am I going to sleep tonight, my bedroom is upstairs! Well...our bedroom...but still, you have got to be crazy!"
"Silence woman!" His voice was as thunder rumbling in the black clouds which loomed over his head, and the his eyes held a fire that his mate hadn't ever seen before. The door before Carva would slide open with a whoosh and Carva would look back at Aphra. "I will come and retrieve you when I am done. The Manor is in danger mode right now, and I can't bare to let anything happen to-"
"-...." she simply held a small hand up and flashed him a smile. "-I love you too, you monster."
His cheeks would slowly become flushed and he'd look down, ears a crimson shade. "Hrmf." He grunted, stepping into the main hallway of Carva Manor.
"...." she sighed as he stepped through the doors, the doors closing behind her master. She mouthed the words. "Please be safe, Carvy..."
Inside the House: Danger Mode Active
As her words missed his sharp ears, one could only imagine that Carva was so focused on the task at hand that he didn't hear her. His eyes would behold the main hall of Carva Manor. Normally, this hallway would be as normal as could be. But in this state, Carva beheld the sight of a sterile, clean metal floor leading forward for about twenty five feet. On either side of the hallway, where normally there would be pictures and stands, there were double doors. About three sets on each side.
Welcome Black Lion. A computerized voice would greet Carva with a name he'd used during his time with Rubega. Codename Black Lion. He'd been known as dark, yet brave. Evil, yet honorable.
Carva could barely stand under the weight of his black and silver colored weighted armor, his body aching. The gravity set to ten had only served to make it worse, but like a true warrior he would press on.
Iniating Reflex Module, novice difficulty. Prepare yourself, and be cautious. There is possibility of death or serious injury.with the computer's warning, a red light would fill the main hallway, and turrets would begin moving back and forth in each four foot section.
Carva would brace himself, awaiting the system's attacks. They'd be unpredictable to be sure and he'd need to be unpredictable. Two turrets would move downward as a conveyor belt would move Carva forward.
The laser lines would move up and down, Carva ducking under the first and jumping the next, the next set moving from ceiling to floor. Pained greatly, he'd push his sore body to the side and sway out of the way of the next laser. Panting, he stood on the moving conveyor belt, fighting the urge to take a knee. As badly as he was injured, he had to do this. He had to save face. He had to get stronger, if it killed him.
The next set of lasers would be a combination, which Carva would duck under the right hand corner of, then roll forward under an X in the center. He struggled against gravity to stand, and suddenly cried out in pain. "Shit!"
Steam arose from the warrior's bare skin as a laser struck his shoulder, instantly cauterizing the wound. "Damn it! I refuse to let this stop me!" Bending at the knees, he sprung over the next low flying bean and then kicked off the ceiling, the higher gravity making him move faster downward than upward. He'd spin to avoid the next laser, his eyes filled with fire and determination.
As he reached the end of the hallway, he'd fall a knee. The room was spinning as he sat there and awaited the opening of the doors...next was the endurance test.
Subject Carva, do you wish to continue? The next test is endurance. You will be put into a series of battles. The series will end when you pass out...or die. The computer, Setra, would inform the warrior who now limped into the foyer, now devoid of furniture and taking on the same spotless, sterile look of the hallway.
Carva untied his arm from the sling and flexed the muscles in his forearm, hopping back and forth and rolling his neck. He'd take a few deep breaths, prepping himself for the upcoming series of battles, stretching. With a grunt, he'd bark. "Continue!"
The room was spinning, perhaps from the inner bleeding Carva still suffered from. Indeed he had backed himself into a corner, but he knew that he couldn't afford to merely give up. As he found himself surrounded by four humanoid type creatures, featureless in their physical appearance, he stumbled down into a defensive stance.
The first humanoid would strike quickly, swinging it's leg outward and Carva would throw an arm up to block the roundhouse. He'd jump over a sweep from the next warrior, fluidly spinning a backfist into the jaw of the third humanoid, then dropping low to thrust a ki infused fist into the solar plexus of the fourth.
It was easy...almost too easy as two of the attackers became victims within seconds. But Carva could feel that same ache creeping over his battered body, becoming a distraction as he took a sweep roundhouse combo. The metal floor shook slightly as he hit it.
Sweat burned in the eyes of the warrior as he laid there, and he found it hard to stand up. He placed his hands back behind his head and drew his legs back, grunting as he threw the weight of his feet forward to land upright.
Bam! Pow! He stumbled backwards as the two warrior bots laid into him with power he'd only seen matched by his own. He sharpened his gaze and ducked under a straight right hook, driving his knee into the midsection of the other bot. He'd spin with his momentum and fire off a blast at the next bot, feeling himself weakening as he used his ki.
He was down to one opponent, but due to his injuries, he couldn't seem to stay on his feet. He knew that a saiya-jin who couldn't move was useless. He growled...he would not be labeled as useless or low class.
So he waited...sweat pouring from his forehead, blood trickling from his lips. As soon as the humanoid warrior bot would charge forward, Carva would draw both hands backwards and pour energy into the palms of his hands...his power reaching it's peak, he'd fire off an insanely huge wave of crimson ki! "HARBINGER OMEGA!!!"
Following the massive distengration attack, Carva laughed, coughing up a lump of blood...and...then...
Darkness.
