Kemuri
Yamcha
Pl: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
Posts: 47
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Post by Kemuri on Oct 26, 2014 18:18:56 GMT -5
The old man was proving that his age was getting the better of him. While Kemuri being numerically older than the old and decrepit guardian was much further along in his life span than he was. Kemuri was starting to enter his prime and middle age while the guardian was far from his prime. His movements were slow to react and as such his strikes began to rain down on Kaladar. The only thing that saved the old man from being mercilessly beat into the ground was the ki shield that the Guardian had wrapped around his body before charging forward. When it shattered though the oncoming pain appeared. Strike after strike landed as the old man was unable to defend himself. But these strikes seemed to only snap the Guardian back to reality as his arm began to block the strikes. Finally as Kemuri went to land a strike to the face Kami disappeared from view only leaving an after image for split second. Immediately Kemuri shifted his senses to locate Kami which happened to be right above him. However before the Kage could react he heard words boom through the air.
“ENOUGH!” The voice boomed causing Kami to stop what he was doing. Kemuri on the other hand knew whose voice it was in an instant. He had known him for many years as Vector’s general and then even more during his rule as the leader of Earth. Kemuri had grown disgusted with the man as his reign continued as he had started off a strong leader however over time his decisions had become weak and detrimental. The time had come for a new leader of Earth, one that would be able to foresee the coming challenges with Earth. The universe was changing and it would need someone much more in tune with it at the helm, someone such as himself.
“I see you managed to free yourself…” Kemuri sighed before he slowly turned around to see the former Fuhrer King standing at the edge of the Lookout with his power rippling through the air. This entire day had been nothing more than one thing going wrong after the other. Anri, the mercenary, had proved to be incompetent, the genie no different than the tides and her ever shifting alliances, and then the stupid human Saito Kito proving to be a bigger pain than had previously expected. Now this. Kemuri had lost his patience and a little bit of reality.
“So the prodigal king returns. Riding in from over the horizon thinking that his mere presence would change the balance of this situation. How idiotic,” Kemuri laughed as his eyes looked to Kami who continued to be in the air and Kit who off charging some kind of blast. If he thought that he was going to be of any kind of use then he was sorely mistaken. The grownups were talking, he would have to return to the kiddie table. “You have proven to be nothing short of light hearted, fickle and unwilling to put effort into seeing the future. Earth is failing, it will fail in the presence of this new era. Gone are the parameters that you used to know. Just like Kaladar you have been betrayed by time and peace.” This situation was no longer capable of swinging in Kemuri’s favor and it was plain to see.
“Bow before the true ruler of Earth! One not blinded by ignorance and stupidity! Bow before Fuhrer King Kemuri!” The hyena laughed maniacally. He raised his hands towards Kit and fired an energy wave with as much energy as he could muster at the current moment which would have been around 350,000 pl or so. These were the final moments of this encounter. And if this meant the end then he would at least take a promising young talent with him.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Nov 2, 2014 22:09:17 GMT -5
Truly there had never been a noise as disgusting as what came from the hounds lips. His screeching, his overarching ego, it was pushing Saito’s patience. Then again what was the fighter to do? The true king had arrived within moments of him sending his avian messengers, proving the power of a chirping champion was not to be underestimated. Kaladar had already been holding his own with Kemuri, and so it was clearly all over. Yet the way he spoke, the words that filled his lips. The Bastard was not surrendering he was screaming a declaration of victory as though the odds were not so drastically against him. His own minions had abandoned him. Anri blasted into pieces, and Della caught by a whimsy of rebellion. Bear had surrendered and supposedly left the area, and all that left was the mutt himself to face the wrath of Kaladar, Az, Della, Saito, and now the greatest power he had felt yet, the true king. By all accounts the monster should be admitting defeat, or begging for his life. It was in Saito’s own experience that those who spoke the most idiocy during combat were often the ones to beg the loudest at the end of combat, yet he was not begging he was…
No
The already charged point at the end of Kit’s finger shone even brighter as the realization of his undeniably provocative situation became clear. He couldn’t beat Kaladar, he had already tried. The King was far outside of his reach by the estimation that Saito could fathom. This meant the only feasible target was the one he had already beaten. The beast was aiming for him. His arm shot up even before Kemuri finished speaking. His poisonous words were obviously to a single end, and when the beast rose his arm to fire his powerful blast Saito was ready. His Spirit Gun had charged more than the human had ever managed to in the past, and now was the chance to show Kemuri what he had left. Even though the monster was stronger than him, he would not allow the blast to do as it intended. His energy was barbaric, simple, and uninspired. It was truly insulting to the Ki the they were all so carelessly flaunting. Ki was not meant to be the weapon that they had all taken it for. It was an art, much like the combat they took for granted. The beast was no artist, he had no talent for making beautiful works of brilliance. He was a mongrel who used such beauty for his own selfish gains.
“Try it you son of a bitch! Spirit Gun!”
Saito had waited until the absolute last second to fire off the now pulsing orb of energy at his fingertip. He had wanted to push all of the power he could muster into it. Like the blood that ran through his body, he could feel the rush of his energy at the last minute, his own passionate words ripping through the air, followed by his blast. The energy represented his struggle and growth. It represented more than his father and mother, far more than the crane, and even more than Saito. It was a desperate, selfless response to an otherwise gritty monstrosity. The ball would collide head first with Kemuri’s beam. Though Saito was uncertain if his own energy would be able to break Kemuri’s naturally more powerful beam, he knew it would at least hold it off.
Kemuri’s energy had a greater quantity of Ki, that much was certain. It shot off like sparks even before the collision. Saito had been taught to count the energy in terms of numbers and yet never before had he been in a situation where the numbers exceeded a hundred thousand. In this case not only was Kemuri’s power well over that, so was Saito’s. Still it appeared Kemuri’s beam would be successful. It was after all much larger. Where the ball saito fired had a circumference no greater than seven inches in length, Kemuri’s beam was at least a foot and a half wide. Its shadow engulfed the small ball making it seem to disappear. The blond warrior crossed his arms in front of his face and clenched his eye shut, the bloody rag taped around his empty socket shaking violently in the wind tunnel the explosion had created. Saito’s intention had not been to destroy the beam, that was impossible. Using his dense attack, he intended to blast through it, creating a hole in the beams girth.
This meant the attack would hit him, though in a surprisingly less lethal way than Kemuri would have liked. Striking his well-prepared position Kit’s now bare feet slid across the Lookout floor, his heels digging into the first crack it hit, breaking apart the remaining tile and skidding him into the rubble. His arms were burning as the actual beam finally made contact. The force of its arrival had knocked him back, but the matter itself set his skin ablaze, now was the time for his final strike. With the monsters sword attached tightly to the only remaining belt loop he had left he kicked off the ground. His legs tensing and feet no longer feeling the burden of the ground. He had used his Ki dash to leap into the air. While Kemuri had used all of his energy in one big blow meant to devastate the boy, Saito had only used a single attack. After the demon’s senzu bean, he had reset his ki restraint, which meant the techniques that were previously off limits came alive for him. The beam continued its destruction of the tiles and flew off the lookout behind the air born warrior, who kicked off the air in a second Ki dash. As though the air around him were solid matter, he kicked off of it, seemingly running on air at a quickened pace. Kemuri surely could see it, but after such a horrendous waste of energy could he counter it? Saito hoped not as his right arm cocked back, another pouring of Ki into his right fist, the same attack that had destroyed the trigger was now aimed at the arrogant dog’s smug face. As quickly as his legs could carry him Saito ran through the air in his own version of the much used Zanzoken, and with his right arm he would throw one last punch. After all, Kaladar hadn’t started this fight, nor had the king. This was Saito’s battle, and he couldn’t let someone else finish it.
(This attack was done in a few phases, so I have written step by step what I did below)
Step one: Fired Spirit gun (Charged 2?) at the blast in the hopes of creating a small hole in the beam. If this was successful the spirit gun would actually go through Kemuri’s beam and strike him on the other side.
Step two: Blocked the energy attack until the point that it was legitimately causing damage, and then jumped using the Ki dash to avoid the rest of it. Injured his arms in the process but only superficially
Step three: Used the same Ki dash to leap forward and throw one final righteous fist at Kemuri, who has either already been hit by the spirit gun or not.
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Post by Fuhrer King Buraddori (NPC) on Nov 8, 2014 0:17:10 GMT -5
Kemuri’s words fell on deaf ears. Ears that tired of hearing a traitorous wretch label the Fuhrer as a man of the past. For so long now the King had ruled over Earth, protected it from the threats of war and crime. His biggest mistake had been to place his trust in the hyena, allowing the creature more power and position than one such as him should have ever attained. There was no reason for Kemuri to turn on him beyond his own lust for power, the excuse of the Fuhrer-King growing complacent just that an excuse. While the beast had betrayed Kaladar and himself, the fault was his. He had not grown complacent in his rule, but in his choice of comrades. That was a mistake the King was not going to make a second time.
With Kemuri now surrounded by the Fuhrer, Kaladar and a man that the King did not know, it was obvious to all this fight was over. The King himself possessed the power to end the hyena even if the two others had not been present. On and on the creature continued, claiming that his reign had begun when it was clearly at its abrupt end. No rule in the recent history of Earth had been so brief. Slowly starting to shake his head in answer to Kemuri’s words that was when the dog chose to attack, but not aiming at the King. Instead he struck out at the weakest of the group, a coward’s tactic to attempt to take at least one of them with him. With his full power now again at his call the Fuhrer was about to burst into action when he saw the blonde had prepared his own attack to meet the oncoming attack. While his “Spirit Gun” did not seem to be designed to intercept the blast originally he releases it to intercept the hyena’s attack.
The concentrated blast rips through the larger of the two, creating a hole in the gathered energy that rockets towards him. With impressive speed the man then maneuvered out of harm’s way, dashing up into the air to clear the attack completely. Not satisfied with merely protecting himself he went on the offensive, dropping back towards Kemuri with a fist cocked. There was a definite power disparity between them, yet still he attacked with such conviction. Impressive.
The Fuhrer-King wished to allow the boy his glory, but he did not desire to see one more life taken, save that of their foe. As the blonde looked to land his own blow the King makes his move, movements most likely impossible for any left on the Lookout to follow. In one swift motion he closes the distance between them, sword drawn before her arrives alongside the hyena. Never one for flashy fighting or excessive strikes he drives his blade forward, looking to drive it through the creatures chest. Saito’s blow would most likely land as well, but if that was fatal before the stabbing blade he was unsure. Either way, Kemuri would soon be finished.
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Kami
Tien
PL: Base: 65,000 True Power: 455,000 Allies: Mr. Popo Pl: 300,000 <> Zeni: 6,675
Posts: 143
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Post by Kami on Nov 12, 2014 22:04:17 GMT -5
Well look at that. Kaladar was floating in the air, energy gathering in his hands and Kit was bursting into action. The way the young man moved reminded him of his younger days, when he had been far more headstrong in his ways. So many times he had charged at his foes with such passion, such drive and although his old body was scarred many times over he had always managed to win. Ultimately his decisions in life had lead him to be the guardian of Earth, the name Kami more commonly used than his real name at times. So many days had passed since that time, and even more since he had been as youthful as Kit. Even again a foe that outclassed him he was not afraid to give it his all, even if the effort cost him his eye, a true defender of Earth.
Energy gathering still he was not overly shocked as the Fuhrer king charged in as well. The man, not as old as he yet not so young either, had always been willing to do the work himself. Seeing the two attacking together brought back more memories of Kaladar’s younger days. Just like the blonde he had fought alongside the King, working with the powerful warrior in unison to bring down strong enemies. Now he sat idle above the fight, channeling energy, but unable to release it due to the two comrades that charged Kemuri. He would bide his time then, wait to release his blast should their combined attack somehow fail. He did not expect it to, but if experience had taught him anything it was to always be prepared, to always be looking to the future.
Speaking of that he looked over to see the defeated Carla still lying on the Lookout. For whatever reason the girl had never joined the fight against the hyena, her recent mastery of the Dodon Ray could have help before the Fuhrer King had arrived. Looking at the girl he wondered if he had made a mistake there, perhaps chosen incorrectly who to teach such a powerful technique. Watching Kit now, observing the way he moved and the conviction he fought with Kaladar wondered if the human was a better pupil. Through his struggle with Kemuri, how easily he had been deceived in the first place and his poor judgment in a disciple he had come to realize something…he was growing old.
(Charge 2)
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Kemuri
Yamcha
Pl: 100,000 Limitless: 500,000
Posts: 47
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Post by Kemuri on Nov 13, 2014 23:56:24 GMT -5
The boy was just not going to die that easily it appeared. The energy that had building in his hand launched forward and instantly Kemuri could see what he was trying to do. He was trying to pierce through the beam with his own attack. And if he had been closer in power to Kemuri it very well might have done so but the Kage’s power was just too great. The only thing that it seemed to do was slow the beam down momentarily sending sparks flying in all directions. It was through these sparks that he saw the boy dart out from behind the beam attack and begin charging for him.
“Come boy! It is time to di-” Kemuri began to yell. He was suddenly cut off by a sharp pain ripping through his chest. The air seemed to escape from his lungs suddenly in a gasp. The hyena’s eyes went wide as he was barely able to comprehend what was going on around him at the current moment. The pain was suddenly reinforced as the pommel of the sword was struck sending the sword further through his chest. It was then that the world seemed to slow down and he was able to perceive what was going on. Kaladar still sat off in the distance charging his energy like the coward he was. He had been bested and no let the others fight, his time was drawing to a close. His body to old and his reflexes dulled. Saito Kito had struck the sword that had been protruding from his chest already sending it deeper and making sure the near fatal blow was in fact true. But even as he did he would never regain his former potential as the Kage had taken the boy’s eye. That memory would forever be seared into his psyche.
But the true pain was in fact Burradori. The young man that had come through the ranks of the military with skill and precision, who burned with the passion of seeing Earth one day free from Vector’s grasp. That vision would drive him forward and drive many more forward. It would go so far as to inspire others to take up arms against the leader of Earth and plunged the Earth into a civil war that it had not seen in centuries. Both sides butchered their foes on the ground and scarred the earth with their attacks. In this chaos that had lasted for years Kemuri finally saw his chance to further his own climb to power. When the moment was right he turned his forces against Vector and proved to be the final nail in the coffin of the robotic leader’s fate. With Vector removed Burradori rewarded Kemuri by appointing him high advisor to the newly crowned king. Burradori never had a clue how to rule a planet; the majority of the work that was done was the Kage’s. Contempt grew in the shadows as he bided his time and then the opportune moment struck. Leaping forth he was able to claim the prize that he had wanted all along, the throne.
“Complacent…fools…” The words whispered from the bloody mouth of the hyena sank to his knees. His eyes grew cloudy as they reeled backwards and were cast upon the sky. He had lived through countless wars and even saw the destruction of his own race. Never once did he think he would be brought down by a brat and a king that was being left behind by the universe around him. His body would pitch to the side crash against the tiled floor that lined the Lookout. Kemuri would take his final breaths here but it was then that he realized that these fools did not see the coming tide. The falling of the sky. A final weak cackle reverberated from his throat as the air exited his lungs for the final time. This was the end of the reign of Fuhrer King Kemuri.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Nov 14, 2014 21:44:56 GMT -5
Against all odds Saito had survived his combat with Kemuri. He had done it once in a manner he did not yet understand, and would attempt again to combat the creature that had taken his dignity, and with it his eye. He had aimed for the creatures face, and instead found his fist slamming into the hilt of a powerful sword, one even greater than the katana he held in his left hand. For as great as Kemuri’s blade was, surely the true king’s blade was even greater. He had not expected the King to use such a violent tactic, though he wasn’t sure why. Of course he would seek to kill Kemuri, why wouldn’t he? The hound had imprisoned him and Kaladar in shackles they could not overcome, and had taken over the planet in a foul power play. Treason in any household demanded consequences, and yet as the dogs eyes widened, and he spoke his final words, the burden of what he had just done reached his own longs. Though Kemuri had been stabbed, it was Kit who felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Stumbling backwards after impact and falling clumsily on his back side he watched as his enemy drew one final labored breath and then fell to the ground his body seizing ever so slightly as all bodies do at death.
Saito too had been seized, his chest suddenly feeling a dark pain. His right hand began to shake, followed by the rest of his body. He was frozen in the moment. It had all happened so fast. Kemuri wasn’t defeated, he didn’t lose. He died. Whatever soul the beast had was no longer a part of this realm, and for the second time in what was only a few months Saito watched someone important to him die. No, Kemuri wasn’t a friend. He was an enemy, and one who had brutally harmed Saito in a way he would never truly recover from. But the finality of death was haunting. His mind began to flash back to the day of Sekai’s murder. The depth of his despair over a person he had again only known for a day. It was irrational, and yet he felt a genuine sadness, and even anger. With that his stomach gave way. He attempted to stand, his legs shaking and ultimately causing him to fall again. His palms catching the fall. Though his face was now only a few feet from the dead Kemuri. He could no longer hold it in, the remaining content of his stomach came out, and the warrior threw up into the cracked marble.
Taking a moment to compose himself the warrior rose once again. His head was spinning, what was the next step. He couldn’t even remember what he had come up to the damn lookout for in the first place. He had left Ethan at the dojo. The dojo, how could he even think about that now? The world was far more diluted than he had even realized, and Saito was not the man to change it. The pressure in his chest refused to vacate. He hated the creature and yet his death…He didn’t need to die. They could have imprisoned him. No, really they couldn’t have. He simply would have broken out with his cunning. Perhaps banishment? No the beast would have found his way back for vengeance. It wasn’t fair, and that is when his energy flared again.
“RAhhhh!“
Dropping to his knee’s once more Kit’s fist hit the ground, cracking another layer of sheet marble. Though his muscles had faded leaving only his base form to defeat the treacherous ground. He hit it again with his right hand, his left still clutching the creature’s sword tightly. He would strike the ground several more times, trying to release the pressure in his chest. Each punch brought blood to his knuckles, and a grunt of anguish from Kit. Each time he struck the ground he let out another throaty yell broken only for a moment between each swing. Saito wasn’t certain how long he had been throwing his tantrum, but it occurred to him at some point that he was acting out in front of the man he had sought training from, and the King of the entire planet. Now he was humiliated as he rose his hand to view the devastation he had caused his knuckles. It was however when a tear hit the bloody mess that he knew it was time to leave. He had started weeping openly and he wasn’t certain why. Not to say he had no reason, but he wasn’t sure which reason had pushed him over the edge? Saito was twenty seven years old and had not truly cried since he was a child. Even when Sekai died only a few tears filled his eyes, and those were quickly wiped away. The warrior had not shed a single tear, but many, and he couldn’t seem to stop. Crawling several feet to his right he found the crater his own weights had made, and in the center his body weights.
His legs kicked off the ground in what would be his final Ki dash. From his airborne position he dove off of the lookout. He didn’t know what happened next, but he was finished here. He needed to gather his thoughts. He needed to take inventory of his emotions and find out what he really wanted. Everything he had thought to be real all seemed distorted and idealistic now. It wouldn’t take long before his free fall would land him on his parked Motorcycle. He floated gently onto it, a talent his body seemed to have adapted without Saito’s conscious action. The metal felt cold on his skin, which only reminded him of how much pain he was in. With a powerful rev he took off through the trees. He couldn’t go back to the dojo like this, how would he explain everything to Ethan? Surely he couldn’t stay and train on the lookout as he had planned. Not yet anyway. He needed time. It had been a very long day.
(Leaving for good. PL please)
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Kami
Tien
PL: Base: 65,000 True Power: 455,000 Allies: Mr. Popo Pl: 300,000 <> Zeni: 6,675
Posts: 143
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Post by Kami on Nov 18, 2014 23:12:56 GMT -5
It was over. With the combined efforts of the King and Kit, Kemuri had finally been defeated. The Fuhrer had driven his blade through the hyena’s chest and his new blonde comrade had driven it in for the finishing touch. So much suffering and despair at what the future of Earth held was gone in that instant. With the false King dropping to his knees, blood rolling out over his lips the King takes a step back to let him fall. Once they had been allies, friends even, but the creature’s greed and thirst for power had driven them all to this. Even Kaladar, the guardian who preferred peace above all else had been pushed into the fighting. Such desires always led to violence. It was to be expected though as there was always those in the world that looked to further their own goals regardless of how it might affect others.
What wasn’t expected was Kit’s reaction. As Kaladar began let his charged attack dissipate and he powered down, he and the King were both slightly wide eyed. For reasons unknown the boy starts to drive his fists down into the tile of the Lookout, the floor buckling under the force of the impact. Looking to one another the two veteran fighters seemed to be at a loss for words. Had that been his first time taking a life? Some warriors reacted in such ways to their first kill, some hearts to kind or too weak to handle such an act. The way he had carried himself had led them both to believe he was a veteran, even if less so than them. Now he seemed close to that of a child, throwing a tantrum when it was time to be celebrating. And then…he fled.
Kaladar made a move to go after him, but the Fuhrer held up his hand. ”Let the boy go. He will figure this out on his own.”[/b] Kami looking back to the King before watching the boy disappear from the Lookout. What a strange day it had been, the old fighter unsure of where they were to go from here. While they had both regained their former positions and power, recent had been a powerful reminder of how old they were getting. Sighing some Kaladar let his shoulders slump. There was much to discuss…the least of which was, what to do about the two women fighting below the Lookout?
(This post is for Kaladar and the Fuhrer, the thread has ended. While the threat is gone, the future of Earth seems…uncertain.)
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Post by graderr on Nov 21, 2014 18:05:34 GMT -5
Kit - 12,934 pl Kaladar - 2,278z Dela - 1,895z Azazel - 1,296z Buraddori - 1,402z
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