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The current guardian would chase Ryuteki all the way from the northen mountains to high rock, only once the young Namekian would land there would he stop firing his energy beams at him. The guardian would land elegantly behind Ryu with a satified look on his face, dusting off his clothing before placing his hands behind his back, looking up at the distraught Namekian who had been forced back to his childhood home much against his will.
"Now, young Guru. I'm glad you've come to your senses. If you would please step inside, the council of elders are eagerly awaiting your return." He stated politely to which Ryu simply shook his head, refusing the Guardians request to which was only greeted with a stern stare and a hand coming out, fully charged and ready to attack him once more.
"Can you just, wait a sec! Come on Trian I'm not ready for this! I'm not ready to become Guru and watch over all of Namek! My father was good at that kind of stuff but I'm not! You know that! Everyone knows that! They all know that I ran off..." He protested to the guardian, making no effort to flee this time, only standing firm and facing his mentor just as sternly. In all honesty, Ryuteki was horrified of becoming Guru... his people would all look up to him for guidance, and Ryu wasn't sure he could give it to them... sure all of his father's knowledge had been passed on to him but... Ryu just wanted to be left alone, to live his life the way that he wanted it. This? This was definitely the opposite of that.
"I understand, Ryuteki truly I do.. but the Galaxy is in turmoil... while Namek remains peaceful, the arrival and acceptance of the Remnant Alliance proves that one day, those troubles will come here to Namek. As such, we need a leader. Someone who had been trained since they were young how to be the Guru we need. As I told you before, you are uncertain because you don't believe in yourself, you do not believe that anyone else will believe in you either... but trust me little brother. You are meant for this. I've watched you grow, and you are indeed wise beyond your years. I saw it then, and I still see it now. Will you not at least attempt the trial?" The guardian tried to reason with his young pupil, hoping that he may be able to convince Ryu to at least try going through the trial. It was something he knew Ryu could do, he'd sensed more than enough potential in him to do it.
"If I attempt this trial... you'll stop blasting me right? And once I fail I can fly back to the mountains... right?" Ryu asked suspiciously, staring at him accusingly as he glanced back to the large home in which the small counsel was waiting inside. He could feel his stomach turning, wanting absolutely nothing to do with this...
"Of course. I won't blast you if you go inside and take part. If you fail I will let you leave and not bother you with this again." He promised, to which Ryu just sighed heavily, rubbing the top of his head and pushing back his antenae which immediately bounced back into place. He didn't want too... but if he half assed it, then there was no way he could pass and he could jsut go home.
"Deal then. I'll hold you to it though Trian." He stated as he sucked in a deep breath before he would walk up to the entrance, exhaling as he took his first step into the home he had lived in so long ago with his father, the previous Guru of Namek.
There were many whispers and half hearted greetings from the elders. It was obvious that they didn't think he could do what it was they would ask of him. They even ushered him back outside the building! However, they all followed him out meaning he wasn't just being sent home. No way, that would have been too easy right?
Each of the elders set down a large stone as Ryuteki's feet, and the NAmekians heart caught in his chest as he looked down at the stones... each one represented the dragonballs his father before him had created... each now inactive due to his passing. This was the first real reminder he had that his father was gone. He couldn't help but kneel down in front of the inactive dragonballs, gently passing his hand over one of the orbs, petting it like it was some sort of pet.
It was almost like... Ryu could feel the life energy still inside of them... something in them called out to him and it felt so familiar... it felt like his father. He closed his eyes for a moment, turning to look up at the sky, then back towards Trian who had been standing back.
"Trian... do you still have my father's dragon?" His words surprised both the guardian and the elders. The dragon statue was something that most of those that had come to become Guru had forgotten, each simply using their magic and their will to try to breath life into the dragonballs without success. It was definitely a good sign on his part.
Trian nodded and smiled as he made his way inside, returning moments later with the large sculpture of the Eternal Dragon, once crafted by Ryu's father. Ryuteki took the statue from Trian and then moved to set it down in the middle of the 7 inert dragonballs. At this point, the young Namekian was acting on pure instinct, knowing only that this was what he had to do, no matte r if he wanted to do it.
Ryuteki raised his hands up above the dragonballs, closing his eyes as he began to speak in the Namekian native tongue, calling on the power of the dragon, calling on his own power to fuel that strength. He could feel each of the dragonballs beat with energy, almost like little hearts as they responded to him. Slowly, the orbs would start to turn from rock, to the clear orbs of the dragons, the stars not yet visible.
"Takkaraput pop porunga pupiritt paro!" He began to call out lowly just as the skies would begin to darken...
WC: 1068
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2017 21:58:56 GMT -5 by Ryuteki
The hybrid was flying as fast as he possibly could. Celerous had only just arrived on Namek, and already something felt off. Oh, the landscape itself was just fine, with the flowing blue grass and green waters. The earth (the namek?) below him was free of scars or other markings found on Earth, and seeing as how those typically originated from big fights, Celerous could tell that Namek was a peaceful place. At least, he assumed it usually was. With the Remnant Alliance having settled down on the planet, he wasn't quite sure how long that would last. Trouble seemed to follow Saiyans wherever they went, and even as a half-breed, Celerous was no exception.
So when the green sky rapidly darkened, Celerous knew something was amiss. He'd only read about this planet, but he was sure that the skies weren't supposed to darken that fast. If they were supposed to darken at all. He'd heard rumors about Namek not having a night, but he didn't know if that was true. He shook his head; he could wonder about that later. Right now there was a suspiciously dark sky to worry about. He'd never heard of anyone or anything that could make the skies dark, but he assumed that whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
As he tore through the sky, he kept his eyes peeled on the ground for anyone that he could question. He hadn't spotted anyone just y-
A house! A good sized one too, and there was a group (a gaggle) of Namekians outside it. Most of them seemed quite venerable, but he did manage to spot one young looking Namekian among the crowd. Celerous let himself drop from the sky, and land at the rear of the pack. It took him half a second to come up with something to say; he'd never met a Namekian before, and he wasn't even sure if they spoke his language, but he pushed past his hesitation and tried to give it a shot.
"Uh, hey. Kinda new to Namek here, but even I know that that sky," he pointed up to the darkening visage above them, "can't be natural. Someone care to explain what's going on? If there's something bad happening, maybe I can help."
'For the love of Kami, someone please be able to understand me,' the hybrid pleaded in his own head.
He waited patiently for an answer from anyone, whether from one of the older and more fragile Namekians, to the younger one in the group. His tail swished behind him anxiously, as Celerous hoped someone would alleviate his worries, and tell him that nothing relatively bad or dangerous was occurring. Of course, the hybrid wasn't stupid enough to believe that would be the case though. He figured that at best, there was someone screwing with Namek that he'd have to try and stop, and at worst, the planet itself was facing its impending doom. Either way, Celerous knew there was a good chance that today ended with him dying.
He really hoped that wouldn't be the case.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2017 14:00:27 GMT -5 by Celerous
It was only natural to feel concerned about their arrival, knowing what must have been going down on earth, with the power levels there only seeming to increase, as time had went on. It was safe to say that those who considered themselves the protector of the planet, had difficulty with being able to even do such a thing.
Whether that was because a new enemy had risen from the depths of hell, or the likelier scenario that the war which she had been waiting for, was falsely said to be on Namek, or perhaps had never even intended to be. A diversion to separate the leader of the forces here, from their own army, and give a less chance of winning.
Assumption or not, it was a smart plan if it held any truth in it. Although she wasn't going to wind up pestering her thoughts on such a matter, knowing how complicated a battle on earth would mean from her. All of her own forces had safely arrived on the planet unharmed from the looks of things, if the jumping around and playful expressions that some of her people carried, was any indication at all. No signs of battle weariness.
They took about eight hours to arrive in her spare mothership. Far longer than what she and the others had arrived here in, but with their presence, she now had no concerning ties to earth. Their families would surely be fine, and if not, then the people of this planet surely wouldn't have mind giving life back to earth.
They would stay here as long as necessary, until the battle on their planet would finish, and as people who didn't face such issues, helping out with repairs should go faster than what that small group on Korin's Tower could ever hope to do, trying to recover from injuries that what they involved themselves had brought.
Healing, whether through those beans or energy capsules, or even some kind of genetic ability, needed time in between to make the best of. One couldn't just endlessly eat, or use end after end of what their own bodies were capable of. A recovery tank, three of which she had on her main ship, were far better at recovery.
With her people safe and informed of how they were staying on the plan until further notice, and keeping track of whoever decided to land here besides them, she had dismissed them with a wave, except for three particular allies. Their youngest ally, and only Saiyan, was perhaps fuming the most about what they felt.
Enough to where she had to knock the girl out several times, with the Majin's help in restraining her. This was the detrimental effects of not being the strongest in the universe. The loyalty the Saiyan showed was questionable in times like these, especially knowing she was being restrained from killing during a disaster.
But the girl seemed at ease now. The question was only about how long that would last. As someone trying to be in good standing with the alliance here, the best thing she could offer the Saiyan, was attacking anyone who wasn't a member of this planet, or beating their Kold Demon down to near death.
Though she wasn't worried. They would restrain the girlfriend as long as she proved to be an annoyance. The full extent of her power, had yet to even be used, outside of special instances that just required her trying to tap into the blood magic that found itself inside of her and the others, after turning.
"Found something."
She was going to have them entertain her in an open spar, to get her mind off of the troubles on earth, when the lavender-haired Vampire had spoke up. A few moments after the girl's word, they had felts large presence where the Guru was supposed to reside. A position she found out had been vacant, ever since the Namekian that she had knew, apparently have decided to let someone else take the role. Disappointing really, knowing it would be fun to have humiliated him for growing over her own power.
The fact that there was something going on, especially in the skies, meant they were doing something. The use of the drsgonballs maybe? She wasn't sure, and only knew that they were going to head over there instead. See what was going on, and perhaps even stop it, while she entertained herself.
"Another one."
As humorlessly as she had before, the other Vampire had sought out again as they had flew towards the location. One which apparently had the same intentions in being there. The power level was laughably weak, only half of what she was feeling from the cause of the darkening clouds.
Even so, the thought of what might come, filled her with the kind of excitement that was supposed to be elicited in her, knowing she would end up facing off against an army, which was likely to be stronger on her own. On the verge of death, was when a person's true colors showed, after all.
Arriving hadn't taken long, with the kind of distance they were just so used to traveling now, and upon her arrival, she found several people. The Namekian who seemed to be the cause of the clouds darkening, surrounded by the stone dragonballs, as well as a man who felt like he might have been a Saiyan.
Clearly not from the alliance here, of his clothing was any indication. Which he meant he must have came from one of the other planets. Rather curious if it was earth that he came from, knowing how many hybrids must have been hiding there, after having gone and come to the planet.
"Whatever the situation seems to be here, I'm afraid I'll have to interrupt it and propose a challenge. No position, especially one so close to such artifacts, can be gained through family or friendly ties. It needs to be earned, and since the chance to fight on earth was taken from me, you'll just have to do."
The piercing red eyes was the most noticeable thing beyond her power level, and next to her elongated fangs, which were really only out because she allowed it to. It was suppressed to be barely even a fraction to what she was capable of, if only to make this experience much more enjoyable for her.
"And for any of you Namekians who still believe my force's presence here, or this Saiyan Alliance is questionable, know that he won't die. Though I can't promise the same for anyone who tries to leave. She will be free to do as she wishes to any that tries."
Her eyes fell upon the man who was clearly just as much an outsider as they were, compared to the kind of Saiyans who had established themselves here for at least a few months. Her Saiyan ally, who was wearing a different colored variant of the Saiyan armor was gestured towards, still rather short for someone close to sixteen. Though the raven-haired girl's own power level was unmistakable, as well as the toned limbs of her body, which was defined by muscles.
Her challenge couldn't be turned down, if he and his people really had any of the ethics they claimed.
Allies Rukia's Thread PL: 281,963 (4,229,445) as Countess Of The Night is active, but suppressed to match Ryuteki's highest (606,000). Maiz's PL: 197,374 Sayako's PL: 197, 374 (1,318,681/1,776,366) Good Majin Perm Touka's PL: 140,982 = 535, 730 Ally Cap (563,926) TWC: 1,224
The blonde demonic Saiyan had been left back on Namek to hold down the fort as it were by her younger half-brother, just in case things went south on Earth. A part of her hated being left behind from a decent fight, but the rest of her knew that right now she was no match for anyone that Komatsu would need to fight. That and she didn't want to leave Okra on his own on Namek. Not that she didn't trust Komatsu's Saiyans, or the Namekians, but she was still slightly paranoid when it came to her son.
He seemed happy though, running with his little legs as best he could through the blue grasses of this alien world. Cambia was determined to make her son's life a damn sight happier than hers had been. She smiled softly as she watched him chasing after what she could only guess was the Namekian version of a butterfly, frowning slightly as the skies began to darken. "How the hell?" she asked aloud. It had taken some getting used to, but this world didn't have the same sort of day and night cycle as Earth... in fact, she couldn't recall the skies ever even going slightly darkening to indicate any kind of night.
The blonde hybrid stretched out her senses, trying to figure out what was going on, if this was some sort of attack or not. She couldn't feel Jarvis, Nasu, or any sort of demons either... the only entities she could feel right now where Komatsu's Saiyans and the Namekians... no wait, there were some new signatures that she didn't recognise. Some of them especially did not feel like they belonged here on Namek.
"Keep an eye on Okra. If something happens to him..." she growled to one of the nearby Remnant guards before she grabbed her sword and took off into the skies, heading towards the source of the unusual signatures. There was a structure ahead, and she could just make out several people gathering by some Namekians, as well as seven rather large rocks. "This can't be good..." Cambia muttered under her breath. As she drew closer she could make out the armour on the central group of non-Namekians and immediately smirked.
She slammed down into the ground, mostly to distract the armoured figures from the Namekians and give them some sort of opportunity to make their escape or something else. The demonic Saiyan stood to her feet, her sword resting on her shoulders. "So, couldn't get enough action on Earth so decided to come here eh? And try to take control of these relics in the process I guess?" she inquired before she sighed and shook her head. "If you're that bored for a fight, then why not take on someone who knows what they're doing?" Cambia suggested with a smirk.
This world curses me because of my blood, then I shall curse and plague it in turn!
Post by King of All on Sept 6, 2017 12:05:30 GMT -5
Toru had been diligent while stuck on planet Namek, ensuring that their fighters were covering a wide area of the planet. They were all stationed as lookouts, nothing would come or go from planet Namek with the Remnant Alliance knowing about it now. However, it seemed what was happening with those currently on the planet was being stirred up, and the normally calm saiyan would sigh audibly, bringing both hands up to his face in exasperation. could no one just calm down enough and wait until the rest of the galaxy wasn't going to shit?
Toru powered up to his super saiyan form without warning and suddenly took to the sky, soaring up towards the gaggle of power levels he had sensed gathering together. It was quite obvious to him why... with the skies growing as dark as they were, it was obvious that someone was summoning the eternal dragon... a feat that he thought would be impossible as Namek had no Dragonballs to their knowledge. It didn't matter, something was going on and he had to make sure their new allies were safe.
He flew as fast as he could until the guru's lookout came into view. He came in for a swift landing, landing next to the guardian that had dragged Ryuteki all the way from the mountains.
"Trian, are you alright? What's going on?" He asked cautiously, looking from the man he didn't know, to the group of female warriors he barely recognized as having visited their town once. He waited to hear from Trian, as he was ultimately there to make sure the Namekians were okay.
Ryuteki's eyes remained closed as the stone orbs before him slowly changed from stone to an orange, transparent color. The stars within each dragonball was slowly coming into view with every passing moment. Even as the stranger came up and issued a challenge to him he didn't move, not yet... though that didn't prevent him from speaking.
"How bothersome... Of all things..." He said with a low huff, finally opening his eyes and looking back towards Trian, the Guardian who had brought him here and who was to be his protector seeing as he was quite successful in creating the dragonballs. Just as he predicted, Trian would step through the gathered elders who stood fast against Rukia and her gathered allies.
"Forgive me if I seem rude miss, but before we accept your challenge you must know of our customs. the role of Guru isn't to be the Guardian of the planet, as is the norm for other planets. It is to act as a spiritual guide and leader to his people. Ryuteki is powerful, yes, however the duty of protecting the people would fall onto his Guardian, which would be myself." Trian attempted to explain to the woman before two more saiyans arrived. He looked to the woman whom he did not immediately recognize, and to the second he offered a kind smile and a nod.
"Everything is fine, Toru. This young lady simply wishes to challenge Guru to deem his worthy of his position. However again I must insist…”
“It’s fine, Trian…” Finally Ryuteki spoke up, moving his hands away from the now glowing orange orbs that were the Dragonballs. He had 1 more trial to complete before he could rightfully become Guru, and that was to battle this woman here. While he was looking brave by accepting this challenge on the outside, on the inside he was telling himself that he had to lose this fight. He didn’t want to be Guru anyways right?
He stepped through the gathered dragonballs and by the statue of Porunga to go and stand by the blond haired saiyaness that had raised her sword in defense of him. He would gently place his hand on her shoulder and offer her up a half assed smile.
“Thank you miss, you’re right I might not know what I’m doing when it comes to a fight but this challenge was issued to me, and as a warrior by blood I must unfortunately accept. She had given her word that this is just that, a duel that will not lead in death. Can I trust you and your alliance to remain watchful of the dragonballs and the Dragon? I ended up making a few modifications so he’s taking a little longer to wake up than I anticipated.” He asked of Cambia kindly before letting go of her, mindful of her sword as he stepped forward, then raised himself from the ground and into the air so that he could come face to face with the woman that challenged him.
“This really is more than I bargained for… all I wanted was a quiet evening to stare at the clouds when all of this happened… I guess there’s really no helping it now. Might I point out that this is my first duel? So please don’t take any lack of skill as an insult to your own strength, miss.” He tried to assure her, slipping into what looked like a rather sturdy battle stance. He might not have been in many fights beyond a few scraps with his brother, but he had been trained by Trian and the wilds of Namek. He could hold his own. Besides, her power seemed nearly identical to his own, how bad could this go?
Speaking of their power matching, his white aura flares around him like wisps of smokes, drawing in energy from the planet itself as it infused every muscle in his body. His power spiked up sharply all of a sudden as his power climbed up to match that of his challengers.
“Ladies first~”
WC: 676 > Tapped into his ‘power enhanced namekian’ trans x6: PL 606,000
The sky turn dark on the always sun bathed Namek, making Ocari bat an eye up. A grin crossed his face from side to side making his semblant look a little sinister - "So someone finally stepped up, huh? It was about time already, hehehe" - he began to laugh and the saiyans he was sitting with looked at him in confusion. They didn't know what was happening and the attitude of the namekian contributed to their suspicion that something bad was about to hit them. Ocari noticed and started to explain:
- This is nothing to worry about. If something we should celebrate! - said him taking some bottles of wine from his large and beaten bag - I got this drink from Earth. They drink it at special ocasions, like this one. It has a very good flavor and lift the spirits, make us more joyful - he said giving the bottles to his friends - hehe...hahahahahah - the namekian got up and shouted - CELEBRATE! A NEW GURU IS BEING CHOOSEN!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!
The saiyans that where near enough to listen Ocari's shout all looked at him. Some curious, some suspicious, some still afraid with the dark sky above. Those who he had shared the beverage remained intricated for some time but after one of them sipped the wine and approved, the others began to drink too without a care anymore.
- The drink is good alright. A little weird on the tip of the tong but good. So... - one of the saiyans took another sip - ...I thought you guys didn't have nights here in your planet - he asked.
- Well, we don't - answered Ocari, smilling - This is a rare sight. When the dragon is about to wake up the skies go dark. Don't worry though, it's not a bad thing. It means that a namekian has stepped up to the charge of Guru, err...a kind of leader for our people.
- So it means you are getting a boss - said another - yeah, quite a 'festive' ocasion, huh?
Ocari faced him with his face indicating disaprovement.
- He's not a boss. The Guru leads our people to...you know...a better life - the answer almost didn't came, maybe some part of him was still jealous or disgusted with the fact he wasn't the one. That should've been him...right? What did this new Guru had that he don't? - You know what? I'm not staying here. Enjoy the show and the drinks, I'm going to see history in the making.
Slowly floating up before start to dash towards the Lookout, Ocari noticed a new ki at the place. It looked...'dark'? He was still getting used to the technique so he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then another two arrived there, one looking like this 'dark' ki and another more akin to his saiyan friends - "It's turning into a festival, huh? That's more like it. Although the intensity of this ki are too much for me...so this is what he has that I don't...if at least I have gotten all the power from father..."
Arriving at the Lookout, Ocari could take a good look the presents, specially the new Guru-to-be.
- Quite a reception here, huh? But what with all this non namekians?
The human looking woman that showed up and demanded a fight sent chills down Celerous’s back. Her eyes glowed unnaturally, and he could have sworn that he saw fangs in her mouth. Whatever she was, the hybrid was sure she wasn’t entirely human, if at all. But that wasn’t what scared him them most. It was her power that made his stomach feel like lead. It was overwhelmingly strong, at least compared to his own. How what he supposed to fight someone like that? Even her allies seemed to be stronger than he was!
But it didn’t matter. She’d just threatened to kill anyone who attempted to flee, and that included the elders in front of him. Just the threat alone made his blood boil. She wanted to fight the new Guru? That’s fine, he could understand wanting to make sure that these wish granting orbs were in capable hands. But making a sly remark about murdering the venerable Namekians, who had done her no harm? That was vile. And it didn’t make sense! She talked about making sure the Dragon Balls were kept out of the hands of those who would do harm with them, and yet issued a death threat in the same breath! It seemed almost… hypocritical, though Celerous knew that wasn’t quite the correct word.
And then suddenly, he felt a new power light up the sky. By the time he had the chance to look, the newcomer had already landed. Were they not in such a precarious position, Celerous might have marveled or even ogled the blonde swordswoman. She stepped right up to the plate, and slammed down to the ground violently, and issued her own challenge to their opposition. Celerous had to shake his head just to keep from becoming infatuated by her voice alone. There would (hopefully) be time enough to introduce himself to her later.
For now, he needed to push his way to the front of the pack. He adjusted his sword strap, and the weighted Gi it rested on, and began to slowly slide past the Namekians blocking his path. He wasn’t even close to being as strong as the others, but he had to do something. He refused to abide the threat of killing innocents. He might die, in fact he probably would, but he could at least keep one of the weaker guys occupied while the rest had the chance to flee.
When yet another man showed up, this time a middle aged Saiyan, Celerous let out a breath of relief. His power was far greater than everyone else's, with the exception of that of the human looking girl with the glowing eyes. Celerous pushed his way past the last few elders, and stood firmly next to the swordswoman who had shown up.
“And who are you to judge who can and can’t be Guru? You’re no Namekian, and this is not your world. Your very words are an affront to their entire culture! You’re nothing more than a guest on this planet, same as me. You mentioned the Saiyan Alliance, and in the same breath threatened to murder anyone who would dare to leave! Now, I’m no Remnant Soldier myself, but I have heard of their kindness and the way they operate. Their Overseer is practically a damn legend, and somehow I don’t think he’d take kindly to you throwing his people’s name around and threatening to kill innocent people in the same sentence!”
Celerous drew the blade off of his back, and planted it in the ground, resting his hands on the pommel. A second later, his hair spiked, and he pushed his power to its absolute max. It was nothing compared to the power of the other fighters that had gathered, but he was at least a little stronger than he had been a second ago. 'I am gonna fucking die.’ Weighted Power Level (Mastered Power): 200705
Last Edit: Sept 6, 2017 16:32:54 GMT -5 by Celerous
Though they were merely words, and her own one as well, she could feel it flowing through her, as she established her presence. It was nowhere near the kind of authority she wished she had on this planet, continually having to try and prove time and time again, that her own forces were a separate faction entirely.
But her request for a challenge, had gotten her point across much more than she ever could with the leader of this Saiyan Alliance. The answer that came was one which although not answered by the one near the inert dragonballs, had still answered her in a rather proper manner that she was deserving of. It was likely more so their upbringing, as the Namekian, no matter how much she had tried to get on his nerves, still managed to speak rather politely.
Though she was satisfied nonetheless. There was none of the hassle she had to go through with the alliance leader, and wondering why she was here in the first place. Her assumption that something was going on, had been merely correct, although she still ran into the problem where the other person assumed she was ignorant.
Meeting the particular Namekian that she had knew, she had gotten enough of a gist to know exactly what these people were all about, and capable of. The reason that she had brought up in the first place, that it was a challenge. Someone of ignorance simply would have started firing right off the bat, seeing as how both the Saiyans and Namekians living here, had practically been giving each other the benefit of the doubt for months, that they could live in peace.
"Admittedly, your position working here as a reverse from my own planet, is a bit of a surprise, yes. But I know full well it's only because he likely hasn't done what the Briefs family had documented, about your people being capable of absorption, similar in a way to my Majin ally. Not because it can't be done, but because it's not necessary, as you've made out."
She hadn't missed the grumbling the one near the artifacts had given, though it was hardly something to acknowledge out loud. Unwillingness to even deal with something like a challenge, only continued to prove her right that he still needed to learn, rather than be give a position so freely on whatever basis they were using to have this event.
It wasn't necessary to have even mention the Briefs family, who have lost their claim in the Capsule Corporation, just some time ago, as expected when it came to a family line coming to an end, and its heir having to resign.
But they were still a family who was continued to be brought up numerous times, in the meetings she had to go and attend to. All acknowledging their achievements, and what they had accomplished for generations.
"Two more are coming."
Though she figured it was wise to establish a name the Namekians might have documented, knowing the reverse had been true. Whether it was in good form or not, the fact was, it should have indicated she represented their legacy in some way. Her Majin ally, and her own experiences with Namekians, could have easily been evidence of their abilities alone.
Not long after she had gave her response, the arrival of two others was announced by her fellow Vampire. Ones which clearly had the presence of being apart of the Saiyan Alliance here, even if their faces were unfamiliar to her.
That bit alone, made them much more important than the man who had arrived before her, who had already admitted he wasn't apart of the alliance. These two were much more interesting as well, because of this little fact.
Unlike the man, who must have been a Saiyan from earth, and no doubt another hybrid, these two clearly must have some relationship with the Alliance's leader. Out of the numerous ones on the planet, only anybody who must have felt comfortable speaking this way to such strangers, despite the whole guest aspect they claimed to live by, would really have the gall to be more careful than the leader. That, she knew far well from that red-head, Satsu.
Every word that had escaped her lips, were ones she had let out, because she knew she could get away with it. The challenge to the Namekian, even while could have been more tactful, she knew could have easily shifted the blame into being culture they had to get used to, if the Saiyans were really going to wind up living here.
That included what was supposed to be nothing more than a warning, that the younger Saiyan she had as apart of her party, was more upset than she was, at not being able to fight on earth. How the raven-haired girl still held onto the barbaric traits which those of the Alliance here, were against, but she wouldn't be able to restrain for this challenge. That role would be up to the Majin, and by the sounds of the remarks going on, these new arrivals.
"A little xenophobic, don't you think? Especially when this Saiyan Alliance claims they won't show hostility to those who do the same. My own words with the Namekians, unless you're sensitive enough to weep from it, could hardly be called that. It's nothing they shouldn't work towards get used to anyway, knowing how many Saiyan hybrids have picked up other cultures."
She had addressed the blonde, first and foremost, having been the one to make a more flashy entrance in her eyes, with how she had slammed the ground. It wasn't a transformation like the other one, but it was a fact it was more unique. Especially since she had gone and challenged her right off the bat, when she was waiting on a response to start one.
"I'm assuming you two have some established relationship with Koma? The approach gives it away, and I'll assume since neither of you know me or my forces, you guys arrived on one of my return trips back to earth. I honestly can't emphasize enough I know my standing around your leader, and regardless of whether he's here or not, I also know it would be idiotic to have my biggest accomplishment be destroying a planet, when establishing trade would be more beneficial. As I have been trying to work up to, since speaking with him."
As the Namekian Guardian had explained the situation, she had chimed in, sighing near the end, as she was continually reminded she wasn't the man's equal. Just a number visiting the planet, and repeatedly doing so to get rid of that fact. The biggest issue with approaching what her Capsule Corp resources were capable of, especially since the company has history with one iteration of the planet, was having the alliance understand this was coming from her own faction.
It was certainly more difficult than it sounded, knowing that when it came down to discussions, she had no issues with beating around the bush, if it meant having some continued presence on their mind, that they were around.
Her theory as to why these two were unaware wasn't perfect, as her people had stuck around this region, rather than any of the others on the planet. But it made sense as to why she was at least unfamiliar, as she often left her allies here, and went back to earth on her own. They've been around long enough get the gist of intermixing here.
The Namekian who had been near the ancient artifacts, had spoken up, and would hopefully continue to dissuade the blonde from interfering. Or at least convince the girl to wait her turn, as her fight with the Namekian, would in spirit, essentially be a fight against the Namekian that she had knew indirectly bested her in that tournament.
"If you wish to fight, we can after. Though if you can't wait, then I'll repeat my earlier warning of how I can't control the Saiyan's actions, while I'm busy with this challenge. She still believes in that Nasu's way of how Saiyans should be."
She didn't spare a glance at the raven-haired girl, who she knew had understood every word she had said, and was likely smirking, as if she had given a compliment. The anticipation she was feeling, had only grew, the longer they had taken, and were introduced to the presence of others. People who she so enjoyed being able to refute.
There was only so much they could do for someone like her, was what abiding to whatever was the norm, no matter what planet. The air that surrounded her, might have come off rather off-hand at times, but they could be excused.
The Namekian, although he had seemed to talk much less than his guardian, did remind her of the Namekian she had came to this planet to see. A familiarity that no matter what hostility she was being shown, excited her to no end.
This was exactly the kind of matter that man would have been uncomfortable with. Found unnerving. She loved knowing that she was having this one play out of her hand, just as she had with the other. Memories, which although were sparse, as they had only encountered each other twice, came to life as this one kept on speaking.
"And while I do apologize for it, I must admit you have certain traits beyond genetics, that reminds me of the Namekian I met, and have grown to feel like I have a rivalry with. Which is why due to his being an annoyance, it seems unfair to not be at my best."
The transformations of a Vampire, unlike the Saiyans, who constantly and continuously expelled their energy at a great force. Or the Supidoan, whose bodies tend to vibrate to handle their new power and speed, her kind was as refined as could be. Controlled and bottled up as much as it could, aided by the blood magic that blessed them with this power.
Something which at least in folk tales, was capable of sealing even the greatest of demons. She was unaware of any other Vampire who could measure against her power, but that was just what made it all the more enriching for her.
In return for the power she was inherently gifted within, the weight on her body was quite similar to being strapped by invisible chains, just waiting for her to go and break them loose. That feeling she got with the rest of transformations, of having to concentrate around her back, as if she was about to shapeshift and grow wings, heightened more than ever as she pulled at it. Visible through only her body jolting with a slight twitch, the invisible weight pressed down even further, until being released at its fullest, and the power flowed through her.
"A Matriarch, the mother of Vampires, is what I am. It's easy, you see, to do what you please, when you have the capability of collapsing the planet into itself."
The way her eyes glowed, and tone shifted into something like a succubus, as she occasionally use to demonstrate how nonchalant she could be with power, could easily give the impression that she was about to cackle.
"I could kill you with a flick of my finger if I so wished, but that would hardly be any good use of my energy. Moan all you like about norms, but I know I've already established I'm acting within their boundaries. Besides, if earth is as destroyed as it feels like it should be, why would I bother wrongfully damaging this planet, that my forces are currently living on? Hm? You really are as all brawns as you look."
Knowing there was a policy about limiting the power they held, the full extent of what she was capable of, was held back to be much under. Still leagues above anyone currently here, though that was likely only because they hadn't transformed. A wave of dismissal had been given to the man standing by the other one, her eyes never having left the opponent she had proposed a challenged to. No doubt she was going to have to wind up clarifying again.
"Mind the shift in tone here, but I can be rather opinionated, and refuse to make light of something easily refuted. As you're clearly severely under, I'll go and explain how my forces and I spar. You will come at me with all you have and attempt to hit me physically, while I charge an attack that'll never come and act as if I'll release it, instructing on what your instructions would entail. Of course, if the others would be so kind as to not interfere, I can simply go back to being at your highest, and not have to work under such limitations."
She hadn't let out a cough, or anything visible, only switching back into her more regular voice as she had spoke. An eye was finally turned back at the others, where the young Saiyan, upon the man's outburst at her, saw the opportunity to go at full power herself. The small tremors that struck the ground, which she didn't allow her own power to create, since transitioning into a Matriarch, was the cause of the young Saiyan aiming at the two contesting themselves.
"I have no part in this."
Looking back, her fellow lavender-haired Vampire, who had a lollipop in her mouth, idly stood to the side as she looked. The Majin was already doing her own efforts to restrain the younger Saiyan, a scowl on her face.
"Look, just knock her out and she'll be fine."
"Again, I can't watch that one at the moment. Though surely, you can tell she's subconsciously restraining herself, by the way she pushes the Majin. Nothing more like a child, with power."
She could hear the Majin's voice yelling from the back, of who was already stretching out her mass of flesh to try and immobilize the girl. No longer interested in what was going on back there, she gestured to the Namekian.
"Let's start, shall we?"
Moving from side to side as she charged forward, spectators might notice it resembled the way the Majin was moving around, although the difference in speed was obvious, as the Vampire had left behind afterimages the Majin didn't.
Pink orbs visibly glowed in her hands as she moved, for a brief few seconds, just to have the Namekian get the idea of what was going on, before it dissipated. However, she did mime throwing the orbs of ki, which by her motions, should have been rather clear there was supposed to be numerous of. The fighting behind made it somewhat realistic.
"I do hope your elders are wise enough to see that miming or not, this is a bit of a workout in itself."
That part had to be established, as he knew full well how ridiculous it must have looked from the other end. Although the Namekian was more than free to use actual attacks against her, as she was more than capable of handling it.
Numerous punches were thrown next at the Namekian, though visibly was pulled back in time before any could really land. It wasn't too difficult, knowing this invisible weight she was feeling, made her struggle to even move.
As for a summary of the post, as it's a long one, Rukia transforms into a Matriarch, briefly allowing those around to feel her power. The planet shakes, but only because her Saiyan ally transforms into Super Saiyan Full Power, and starts attacking Celerous and Cambia. Her Majin ally is helping restrain the Saiyan, but also is blocking any attacks she feels is too much for the girl to handle. The last ally, and Vampire, remains at her previous PL, watching everything.)
Rukia's Thread PL: 7,049,075 (Mechanically suppressed to 5,765,327, as required to have two actions this turn, but within Namek's limits, Icly) with [x25] Matriarch Vampire, active.
2/5 Stamina: 1) [OT-3] Twin Rush
The final version of Twin Peaks intent on overpowering in numbers. [100% Damage]
2) Melee Punches [20% of PL]
Neither of the two will hit unless it's agreed upon she can suppress herself down to Ryuteki's level, as she gives the same cautious treatment Celerous and Cambia gave to her.
Maiz's PL: 197,374 (1,581,872) as Super Saiyan Full Power is activated [x8]
1/3 Stamina: 1) [OT-1] Twin Cannons
Charging straight towards a single opponent, Maiz forms orbs of ki in her palms, which she throws after one hits 25% of PL in damage, for 395,468.
Sayako's PL: 197, 374 (1,318,681/1,776,366) Good Majin Perm [x7/x9]
2/3 Stamina: 1) [OT-1] Crushing Trapper @ Maiz.
Sayako deforms a part of her body into mass, which an opponent sinks into, before shoving them back. 25% of PL in damage.
Touka's PL: 197,374
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2017 10:51:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
"To be frank, I don't give a rats arse what sort of standing you've got with my little brother. I don't know you, thus I don't trust you. Simple as that. Especially around the Dragonballs. The galaxy doesn't need another Caeser running amok." the blonde hybrid stated very clearly to the frankly annoying woman. She spoke far too much like one of those high up, silver spoon in their mouths, stick up their backsides types for her liking. The kind that were very used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it. Cambia was going to enjoy kicking the living snot out of this woman... but sadly had to put that notion on hold for now as the Namekian in question who'd been challenged came up and talked to the demonic Saiyan.
"Hrmm... fine. But the minute she tries to pull something..." she said, adjusting her sword slightly as a visual warning against any treachery or tricks on the woman's part. Her attention focused itself now to the Saiyan girl that was part of this woman's entourage who apparently was eager for a scrap. Cambia was about to say something when she felt the woman's transformation, immediately surging into her own maximum power in response, the wind rushing around them violently as she did so.
The demonic Saiyans blonde hair turned blood red, with streaks of gold through it, whilst one of her eyes turned golden and the other turned teal, her pupils turning into snake-like slits. Her legs became encased in some sort of carapace like armour construct, as did her hands and forearms. An eye-like sigil appeared on her exposed belly, even as her teeth became slightly sharper, and her ears slightly more pointed. And around her head, small thorns erupted from her skin, forming something akin to a pseudo-crown.
She sounds just like my damned mother... I really want that Namekian to clock her teeth in. Cambia thought to herself with an internal growl before she looked back to the Saiyan that the Majin girl was trying to restrain. "Behave and stand down, or I may just give you that fight you want so badly. You may like to try and embody my big brother's notions, but that won't stop me from kicking your golden arse." the demonic Saiyan warned the Super Saiyan girl, her tail flicking in the air as she returned her focus to the challenge between the Vampire bitch and the Namekian.
Demonic Lord (x17) Activated
PL: 3,174,308
This world curses me because of my blood, then I shall curse and plague it in turn!
Post by King of All on Sept 12, 2017 9:22:17 GMT -5
Toru sighed as he brought his hand to his forehead in mild annoyance. Was the entire universe just battle hungry?! It looked like it wasn't just the saiyans by the look of Rukia and her allies. His eyes traveled from the Vampire girl he had heard of through Komatsu, then traveled down to the other allies he was only vaguely familiar with. His eyes then rested on the Saiyaness that transformed herself into their Super Saiyan form and came charging down on Cambia and the other man that had appeared. She didn't feel like anything Cambia couldn't handle, but he would keep a watchful eye anyways... This was turning less into a duel and more of an all out brawl.
He was thankful when the Majin captured her however, containing the blood thirsty saiyaness for the time being.
"You know, we have an arena set up for people like you. If you are after battle so badly why don't you present yourself there and challenge someone properly instead of acting like an angry dog at the end of her leash." Toru's good humored nature was becoming less and less every day... while he always tried to maintain that appearance, when it came to these situations he started to lose that demeanor rather quickly. He'd been through too much to go back to being his old goofy self 100% of the time...
He would then look over to the other Namekian that had come asking why there were so many non Namekian's when they were trying to select a new Guru and he couldn't help but smile gently as he shook his head.
"Well, seeing as we're allies now it should be beneficial for the Remnant Alliance to be at such an important event. I understand your people are warriors as well, but until we can train your warriors up, we're your defenders against the rest of the galaxy that would come here to harm you... This is just... well frankly i'm not a hundred percent sure... Miss Rukia has issues a challenge to the candidate, but those friends of hers..." He motioned with his hand to those in the sky. The saiyaness trying fervently to break free to continue fighting, while the others waited obediently for someone to try leaving so that they could intervene.
"Please, everyone needs to stay calm. As I see it, this young lady's issued a challenge to me, right? As her allies expect you not to interfere, would you be so kind as to make sure they follow the same rules?" Ryuteki called back to the others gathered below him. The situation was heating up rapidly, and he needed to make sure this didn't get out of hand... he wasn't their Guru, not yet so he had no obligation to do so but as a Namekian he didn't want to have to see his brothers get hurt.
He returned his attention once more to Rukia, just in time for her to start dashing towards him, using her speed to create multiple images of herself as she moved, each image moving in such a way that indicated she was about to launch some sort of attack at him. He could sense the power she was gathering, and Ryuteki was more than nervous at this point! There really was absolutely no way to beat this woman, his power didn’t even compare to hers!
Ryu couldn’t help but think of the day his father died, about how that monster completely overwhelmed the previous Guru and quite literally devoured him. He took a hesitant, airborne step backwards away from Rukia as she approached, feeling the panic rise in his chest. He knew he wasn’t meant for this…
Instinctively though, Ryu charged up an attack of his own, his yellow ki surging through his hands and when he shot them forward, multiple small balls of energy would bring forth, shooting through the air and creating a literal floating minefield. As Rukia moved through it and approached him, she would set off several of the smaller blasts before getting in close enough with her attack and punches.
‘This is an impossible challenge! I’m destined to fail but, I really don’t want to die here!’ He thought to himself, jumping backwards now to try and avoid what he thought would be an attack that could vaporize him in a second… though no attack ever came. Instead, the woman threw a couple of well aimed punches at him, From where he stood, he couldn’t tell that they would miss so Ryu tried to dodge them. He just barely managed to do so, though could feel the burn and hum of energy around her strikes as her fists soared passed him. She wasn’t kidding around, but she was still holding back, that much he could tell.
However, Rukia’s quick succession of attacks had Ryu already feeling tired from the use of his ki and the stress in his body and mind was building to an all time high. He hadn’t felt like this since he had been a child.
“This… I’m afraid this is a pointless challenge miss! There’s no way I can keep up with you, your strength is simply amazing and much more vast than mine. What is it you wish to gain from testing me so?” He asked in hopes to get her to call off this challenge… he was visibly rattled, his eyes much larger than they had been before as fear and self doubt crept into his soul. It had been so long since he was fought another being that he wasn’t so sure this was a good idea anymore.
Celerous was aware that there were conversations and arguments and other things going on around him, but all he could focus on were the balls of energy being flung at his face. His eyes widened, and he made to quickly avoid the oncoming attack with his Rapid Movement technique, but realized that this was one attack that he couldn't dodge. Oh, he had the ability to dodge it, sure, but he knew that the elder Namekians behind him wouldn't. Instead, Celerous pushed his sword into the ground, and brought both of his arms up in a cross, to protect himself and the Namekians behind him as best he could.
The assailing Saiyan's energy hit him and seared his skin in a small explosion. He felt himself groan in pain, and then he clenched his teeth. Then the second one hit, resulting in another painful and burning explosion, and he felt himself slide through the dirt, the sheer force of the attack forcing him to secede ground.
Celerous dropped his arms, now a bright red and hairless, and they fell limp at his sides. He turned around to see the elder Namekians safe and sound, if a bit nettled. Good. A smile lit up on his face, then he turned back to the rampaging Saiyan and his visage warped to anger. He took a few steps to reclaim his position next to the female Saiyan, who looked surprisingly demonic now. Huh, he must have missed that while worrying about the attack aimed at him. Whatever, it wasn't important now, he could ask about it later. He opened his mouth to speak to her, in a hushed tone, hoping that the Saiyan/Majin duo wouldn't hear him.
"I can take care of the Namekians; keep any stray blasts from harming them, but we both know I can't contend in this fight. Can you keep those two," he motioned his head towards the duo across from them, "occupied on your own?"
His left hand reached out and yanked his blade free from the dirt, sheathing it on his back, and he waited for an answer. Out of the corner of his eye, he was aware that the young Namekian was in some sort of mock battle with the creepy Vampire looking girl. The new Guru seemed to be keeping the freak occupied for the moment, and Celerous was more than content to let him. That way, he didn't need to worry about her roasting someone too. Weighted Power Level (Mastered Power): 200705
Maiz's attack of 395,468 being contested by Sayako's attack of 329,670 leaves 65798 of incoming damage to Celerous. Maiz's remaining 65798 against Celerous's 5% block of 10035 leaves 55763 damage to be taken. Celerous receives 55763 in damage.
Though if she were to be honest, predictable would have been a much better word. Rather than listen to her rationale, the blonde had flat out ignored any attempts to ease tension, despite the fact she was willing to admit she was below the leader of the Saiyan Alliance. But she would hardly say the response had even been a surprise.
She had met enough Saiyans, and been around her ally long enough, to know that one of the issues in their culture, was a lack of empathy. The one thing, which even with all the things she had done, that could be considered wrongs, she could still feel. According to the blonde, because they were unfamiliar, she couldn't be given the benefit of doubt.
Something she found to be interesting, knowing the swordsman came off as the type to defend what she believed to be good. Going by what was being said, that had only meant the girl should have no qualms with slaughtering those who called Earth their home. It was infuriating someone could be so blind, but it hadn't been the only issue.
The blonde revealed a name which had no meaning to her, nor likely anyone else who wasn't associated with the girl. Indication that she was imposing her own beliefs and experiences, trying to take a duty no asked her to.
Something which the less experienced male Saiyan, had fussed over her for doing. That was where she and the female Saiyan, was sadly alike. Because of their power, they felt themselves able to do what they had wished.
Though unlike the girl, she was willing to admit it, assuming the blonde wasn't even more close-minded from hearing what she spoke. With her also apparently being the sister of the alliance's leader, she was practically untouchable.
Which disgusted her more than the fact this was a girl who liked to swing her sword around, going off to challenge people, without even listening to reason. The Saiyan likely couldn't even see how if it wasn't for her being related to someone so powerful, the girl would have likely been treated as seriously, as she was trying to establish.
What was all that crap about challenging someone who knew what they were doing? She had threw enough disclaimers around to assert what she had wanted. It just fell on deaf ears, as if she was simply talking to a wall.
Neither of the responses that were given, whether it was to her, or the Namekian, were worth answering. Trying to get a Saiyan to empathize, especially when they were also likely half-demon, knowing she had already met a few like this one, wouldn't get her anywhere. The girl was a scourge from the depths of hell, and accurately portrayed both her stereotypes, when it came to being both blonde, as well as lacking the kind of empathy she tried to establish.
All because the girl felt she had a 'duty' to prevent what was apparently an analogy, for some powerful force. The energy in the air had changed, feeling much more demonic, but hardly still nothing in comparison to her own power.
That other male Saiyan, hadn't really responded to any comments, only sighing in what was clear annoyance. Amusingly so, the same had went for the less experienced male Saiyan, who wasn't able to dish back his accusations.
It was so difficult not to kill idiots like him. If they were on Earth, and anywhere near the grounds of her mansion, she wouldn't hesitate at all. As the simple fact of the matter was, he'd lack the power to do anything.
"It's admirable you're still able to see reason in them. The blonde hybrid clearly has no humility, if she still views herself as above me, when I had already admitted I'm aware I'm below her brother's power. A fitting depiction to what they say about Saiyans choosing to lack empathy, seeing as how she likely also doesn't realize she and I are alike, as we use our power to establish what we feel is necessary.
Notice also how neither her, nor the more experienced male Saiyan, had chosen to aid my Majin ally, control the rampaging one. We're just not as important, because their leader holds higher power. Yet, the blonde comes off as if my forces are a bane, when we've been abiding by the sanctions here, and have been keeping to just fighting each other. Whether in our housing, or simply right outside of it."
The only way she could emphasize beyond what she had already admitted about her own power, was have the strongest attack of the alliance's leader, against her very own. A decision which would likely result in her death to do so.
She could feel the energies of those below them, and knew her allies own well enough, to determine who was fighting, and who wasn't. The only difference within her forces, had been the lavender-haired Vampire powering up, shortly after the blonde hybrid did. Though as the girl had already said, she was staying out of her Saiyan ally's affairs.
Her fight with the Namekian, had been as she had pictured it, which said a lot, knowing she wasn't going to launch any attacks. The orbs she had formed in her hands, and displayed to the alien, as she had rushed forward, were immediately canceled after she was certain he had seen it. Though she still went along with the motions of throwing them.
Memories of her time fighting against both her Majin and Saiyan ally, had came to her mind, the two displaying similar ways of their approach with throwing balls of ki. The Majin created numerous amounts, using her elasticity to try and overwhelm the opponent in number, while the Saiyan aggressively threw larger size ones, like cannonballs launching.
She moved around like both of her allies, switching between both styles, which when it came to the act of pantoming, showed in the form of where she had stopped in her arms. Orbs all around, or slower ones after the other, she pictured throwing at the Namekian, striking the ground the way she knew her own power was quite capable of performing.
"You can feel the power, can't you? If these had actually launched, the shaking ground would have already thrown you off quite a few times."
The Namekian's own assault at her, came in the form of balls of ki floating through the air, and shooting out like a minefield. But the difference in their own power and energies, overwhelmed any attempts to hit her, as she dodged it with her own natural speed. An opportunity she used to transition to where she wanted this whole challenge to go.
As she had already stated, she had knew quite well he couldn't compare to her power. That she was going to show him how she had sparred with her allies, and would go down to his level, if she felt herself secure enough to drop her power and match his. But the energies in the air had only gotten stronger, rather than lowered as it should have.
Evidence of how despite her forces not being given the benefit of the doubt, those who saw them as annoyances, couldn't be bothered to just end things, and knock the Saiyan out as the Majin had suggested. Had it not been for the hostility, it would have reminded her of how incompetent her forces could be, if she wasn't around.
Her next movements at the Namekian mimicked the way both the Majin and Saiyan fought, when it came to punching. Either of the two could be rather relentless, though the difference lied in the Majin making lighter strikes, while the Saiyan made harder and longer ones. Something which was easier seen than the pantomime orbs.
But what she had made rather clear to the annoyances down below, and at least tried to for the Namekian, whose perspective was likely different from the way she seemed to be taking things seriously so far, was that she had stopped inches before the attacks could actually land. The dodging done by her opponent was satisfying to watch.
Whether he was taking her pantomiming seriously or not, what mattered was that she was already pushing herself on the kind of level, she would with her allies. The invisible and chain like feeling she felt in this transformation, making her work much harder than she ever could against her entire forces. She could feel it in her own breathing.
"You don't get it, do you?"
The Namekian's plea made it rather easy to assume how simple this Guru position must have been, if they could really just put someone with this mentality in this position. There was all that nonsense of him having many lessons to learn, sure, but his guardian had practically admitted he'd just be sitting on a throne, beyond politics.
While it didn't make her stop, as she moved around the area in the way her Supidoan ally, and Kold Demon beneficiary would, it did put things into perspective. The kind where she realized this was the extent this Namekian had any similarities to the one she had knew, who likely would have been more subtle with him wishing to concede.
"As I've said earlier, I have no choice but to spar the way I would with my allies, as even their power all together, can barely keep up with my own. Perhaps it's because you're the sort to stare at clouds, as you've put it, but I've been making an example of the blonde's rather vocal claims."
The Supidoan ally, tended to leave behind after images with his movements, while the Kold Demon dashed in strides, putting her speed in one go, before doing it again with the next run. As she answered the Namekian, while continuing to mimick their movements around an area, she did the same for their approaches to attacking.
What seemed like orbs of ki were gathered in her hands, which she held up for the Namekian to clearly see, before cancelling it like she had with the other two, and just going with the motions. The technique would normally Chase an opponent down, as the user continued to control its movements, ensuring it could only be blocked.
"She makes me out to be like this Caesar she mentioned, imposing her own hatred of this person, and ignoring any rationale I could ever offer. Continue to be too blind to see despite my demeanor tending to push boundaries, I do still care enough about my allies, to know of their mannerisms, and incorporate it into my own uses. While they can only wish to catch up to my own power, their hopes are in a way, with me, whether they're fighting along or not. I am their mercy, I am their vengeance, I am their determination."
Her eyes had quite possibly glowed their brightest, as she punched at the air in the way the Supidoan would, near the Namekian, who seemed to cease attacking. The aura of the missed strikes, much like the earlier ones embodied with the Majin and Saiyan's spirit, was what she had wanted the Namekian to feel as she spoke.
The blonde hybrid could look down her all she wanted, deluding herself into believing that she was above them. That they were nothing more than unwelcome scorns. But unlike the girl who liked to swing her sword around like she was something, and had actually established her own foundation, rather than ride in her brother's shadow, she knew what she was doing. Had people who could agree and disagree about the tone of her actions.
What they had meant, and if they had any ill intents. The faults she displayed, she was aware could have the others make look bad, and that it could be controversial. But they weren't all together because they wanted to fall into what idiots like the blonde hybrid, would really go and call norms. Not when they could establish it themselves.
"If you truly wish to concede, then as the 'winner' I would like to perform something which has value to me. You see, my kin has a diet of blood, and a sample from someone can prove to be beneficial, when it comes to being enlightened. If you're willing to continue showing good faith, all it would take is a quick bite. Won't be longer than a few seconds, and I'll be taking my forces here away, so you can continue this ritual. What do you say?"
She gestured towards both her fangs and her wrist, as she went on to explain the procedure, before pulling out a single capsule, which she moved from side to side. It was meant to be saved for the blonde, if the hybrid was truly not just talking out of her ass like a child holding a sword, but whatever might appease to this Namekian.
"It's akin to a syringe, and if you're truly worried about something as small as a bite, then this capsule I meant to save for the hybrid, will heal it in seconds. I'm not above displaying good faith."Down below, Touka Juba, the only other Vampire within the area, had been watching her allies from a distance. She felt cold, feeling all the changing energies, and the lollipop in her mouth, wasn't helping much as a distraction. The thing was already nearly gone, which meant they were already starting to be here, too long for her liking.
"Behave, she says. But let the Majin suffer on her own, is what I hear from you and the old man."
Her arms had been wrapped around herself, as she had watched the Saiyan throw around orbs of ki, and exchanged words with the other two. The girl wasn't really wrong. None of the more experienced seemed to step in for that other one, and it was only their Majin ally, who took a good portion of the blows being thrown.
Mass of pink flesh swarmed out and grabbed at the spheres of ki, as the Majin moved around on her own, visibly pained as she met with the brunt of the attacks. What would the others say if they were all here? She could only think of the words the silver-haired Vampire would have commented on. That it wasn't their business?
Or maybe it was more something like, we should give assistance. The brunette hadn't told them they couldn't. But without help from one of her own, she wasn't really willing to either. The change in the air coming from the blonde, made things colder for her, as promising as it seemed things would be, with this change happening.
Eyes briefly closed, it had been easy to access the power of a Countess, which although wasn't like her fellow man, did help get rid of that feeling of coldness. She let out a comforting sigh, arms relaxed outside of her hands twirling the stick of candy in her mouth, eyes glowing as red as she knew the brunette's had.
She was the first to notice the arrival of another Namekian, who thankfully didn't seem like he was here to show off like the others here. Only a bit of a parted smile, as she briefly pulled out her lollipop, had been her acknowledgement of the latest newcomer. With the air around here, it was good to be distant.
Though a couple of the elder Namekians seemed to have trouble with doing so, as the less experienced male Saiyan, had to go and save them, from the blows her ally had launched. She only offered a raised eyebrow in the direction of the two Saiyans, who chose to plan, rather than continuing to attack.
They were likely not to notice her, with the distance between them, though she wasn't looking for them to either. It was only the sight of her Saiyan ally furiously punching at the reformed walls of flesh, successfully puncturing holes that couldn't reform quick enough, which had caught her attention.
Maybe the brunette was right about them not being important enough to be taken seriously. That they were to deal with their own issues, even if one of their own tried to drag others into it. She turned away from the fight, looking up at where she knew the brunette was fighting the Namekian.
The girl would have easily ended things.
TWC: 6,562
(Rukia tells Ryuteki she gives up on trying to convince Cambia , and goes on about how the hybrid doesn't realize they're alike. She also tells him she cares enough to fight for her allies, contrary to what Cambia is making her out to be, and proposes her idea of a prize for him conceding the spar, which would be a 10% base PL gain from using [M3] Bloodsucker. A Capsule that could fully heal stamina, was offered if he was worried about bleeding out from something that's the equivalent of a syringe.)
Down below, Touka the Vampire watches Maiz the Saiyan, dismiss Cambia and Toru's claims, eventually moving on to just punching the hell out of Sayako the Majin, who is visibly in pain. Cambia powering up to her last trans, caused Touka to do the same, feeling cold from all of the different pressures in the air, while she continues to observe everything. She later turns away from the fight, and up towards where Rukia and Ryuteki are, thinking about how Rukia would have knocked out the Majin by now.)
Rukia gets two actions this turn, as the opposing party has a total power level of 7,336,175 vs. her force's power of 11,535,169. 5/5 Stamina:
Last round's attacks were cancelled, keeping the stamina, and allowing the pantomime attacks below.
2/5 Stamina:
Melee Dodge
1) [VT-1] Wave Racer
A variation of Wave Barrage, where the ki waves fired off chase after a target. [25% damage, Chaser]
2) [OT-1] Reformed Launch
Having observed her prisoner, Rukia dashes towards a certain distance, delivering rough ki-infused punches, before dashing back, and repeating the process. [25% of PL]
Maiz's PL: 197,374 (1,581,872) as Super Saiyan Full Power is activated [x8]
3/3 Stamina: 1) Melee Punches @sayako
5% Of PL
Sayako's PL: 197, 374 (1,318,681/1,776,366) Good Majin Perm [x7/x9]
3/3 Stamina: 1) Melee Punches (Flavored as walls of flesh) @maiz
5% Of PL
Touka's PL: 140,982 (1,127,856) as Countess of The Night is activated [x8]
Last Edit: Sept 17, 2017 15:55:09 GMT -5 by Deleted
Cambia looked up at the Namekian's bout with the Vampire, rolling her eyes a little. "I can hear you you know." she called up to them, pointing at her pointed ears. Then again the vampire bitch probably meant for her to hear her words. "No sense of empathy my arse... I just have a well-earned and justified sense of paranoia." the demonic hybrid explained with a sigh, shaking her head a little. "Also, Caeser. You know, blue haired bastard who took over Vegeta and renamed it Blehberry? Bloke who went around trying to conquer and blow up various worlds? Also known as Jarvis? You want to be Guru, you kinda have to keep up to date on this kind of stuff."
She looked over towards the Majin struggling to hold back the Saiyan girl who seemed to have only gotten more riled up at her words rather than actually using her brain and settling down. In fact she'd gotten slightly more golden which meant she was now going at her full power... which was still far below the demonic Saiyans own. "Alright, this is going nowhere..." said the usually blonde hybrid as she walked towards the Super Saiyan trying to break free of the Majin holding her.
She proceeded to raise her sword as if she were going to slash down into the trapped Saiyan, but instead went to simply slam its pommel down towards her forehead in an attempt to knock her unconscious. "Take a nap already." said Cambia towards Maiz before looking at the Majin girl. "If she wants to try and take me on again, just let her and I'll knock her out again. Might knock some sense into that combat otaku head of hers if we're lucky." she suggested with a smirk.
Using Knights Of The Round (Advanced) = 20% PL Melee = 634,861.6 ~ 634,862 PL aimed at Maiz in an attempt to knock her unconscious.
Pommel is the bit at the other end of the sword handle, the not pointy end just in case anyone's not familiar with sword anatomy :3
This world curses me because of my blood, then I shall curse and plague it in turn!
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