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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 6, 2015 23:29:37 GMT -5
{Day Before Skip’s End}
Will paced about the blank chamber. Its reinforced walls, a piercing white, seemed to shrink and grow around him. Lifting his arms and turning them he looked over the gladiatorial weights once gifted to him by Vespasian; though he was long gone now. Replaced by a warrior from Earth apparently; a pity, he had hoped to take him aboard as a personal trainer.
Above, in the control room overlooking the area, Gunny was jamming away at the keyboard. “Is it ready yet, old man?” William’s voice would come over the speakers in the room, a product of being wirelessly synced with the ship. “Watch it runt! Be patient, it’s an entirely different calibration when it’s a shared memory,” he growled. Down below Watson grew impatient, mentally initiating the gravity machine. It only raised it to ten times Earth’s gravity, as it was as much as Ninjin’s tolerance could take. Jumping in gravity was a quick way to injure yourself, as despite your strength gravity affected you both internally as well as externally. As he felt the pull on his innards and a wariness of his increasingly encumbering weights the room reddened.
Bored and impatient the boy began to search his mind; there he found his gravity machine deep within him. Before entering the room he had taken the core, the brain of the machine, and assimilated into himself for study; and to experiment. To see if he could mimic its gravity effects by using the complete analysis garnered from absorbing it. Being a technarcana he was able to replicate its processes within himself perfectly. Holding his hands out to his sides, he began to slowly levitate off the ground. He had gone beyond the mere enhancement of gravity and had broken down the very fundamentals of the machine.
By funneling his ki through the internal device he expanded its range and fine-tuned its fine motor control of the elementary particles that mediate the force of gravitation; gravitrons. By adjusting the gravity field directly around him he was weightless as he soared around the massive chamber, soon moving at full speed before creating a well of gravity beneath, pulling him from the air and to a knee. Standing he dusted himself before continuing his practice with the gravitron manipulation, teaching himself to deftly move them with a mere thought, making the processes but ‘muscle memory,’ reaction to his will.
Soon Ninjin would, arrive, finding the boy slowly listing through the air several feet above the floor as he slowly spun in no particular angle or direction, turning head over end without noticing as he was deep in thought. All of this was data, helping him understand this new ability and, as with all data, the more he collected the better his understanding became. Constantly milling over the information he received through feedback and fine-tuning his control over the fundamental force, he would not even notice the saiyan when he entered.
Technique Learned;
Gravity Manipulation – User can create, shape and manipulate gravitation, a natural phenomenon by which all physical bodies attract each other, and gravitons, elementary particles that mediate the force of gravitation (effectively functions identically to telekinesis). Prerequisites: Gravity Chamber, Technarcana
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 7, 2015 0:24:47 GMT -5
Time. It was something that Ninjin hadn’t experienced in Heaven, or had, but in a much different way than those in the landing of the living. Though he spent a few short months of his over-all existence there he found that when he returned to the land of the living time grew to be something that he loathed. It did not pass quickly enough for the Saiyan. Maybe it was that his Super Saiyan brain processed information at a much faster rate than others, but time seemed to slow to a crawl during the last few months when he wanted something. Waiting, in particular, vexed him. Sitting around waiting for others to do things was not something Ninjin Hattori liked doing. Other’s actions were not something that should dictate Ninjin Hattori. Still… Willie had made a point, wait for things to settle before trying to take everything over.
Speaking of Willie where was the majin? Ninjin turned and cocked his head from the chair he found himself sitting in aboard the young Watson’s ship. They were waiting together for the moment to strike. That and Ninjin had few other places in the Universe to go to. Willie was the last surviving creature that Ninjin could trust. There was simply no one left in the galaxy for Ninjin to call friend. All others had betrayed him in some way, or would stand in his way given the chance. There was an enigma in Akassa as well, but that would be a bridge crossed when came to. The former prince had thought there had been another… But when Ninjin had scanned Omega upon his return he found that Truffle had been missing and presumed the worst. Where could the blue creature have gone if not at the orphanage that he ran? The soul bond that they shared had seemed to dissipate when Ninjin had died. There was a hole where he could once sense his friend. Truffle, if he wasn’t dead, was lost to Ninjin. That pain had been intense, but the drive to find his son had kept him going. So much for that.
Ninjin rose from the chair and began to walk down the hall towards Willie’s signature. There was still a great rage inside of him that wanted to be unleashed upon the Church and his enemies. They had played him and destroyed his son and he would never let that go, never forgive them for what they had done. All those who had played a part would be destroyed. For that he required and army. Damn this waiting! Willie’s ki signature was coming from his gravity chamber. Was the boy training? With a smile Ninjin hastened his pace. That was certainly something that Ninjin could do to pass the time. Even in Heaven Ninjin had not stopped training with all his might, and it was for that same reason that his power was greater than even the gods he had met during his time there. All of those that had fought in the galactic tournament put together could not match his power level, at least when they had fought during the tournament. No creature he had met in existence could match his power. With a power to best gods, it was hard for Ninjin Hattori not to feel much like one himself. Still before he could act, despite all his might, there were things that needed to be done, but they couldn’t be accomplished until all the pieces fell into place. Training was something that he and Watson could do to pass the time, and the Saiyan had never fought a Majin before.
When he walked into the chamber the effects were immediate. Ninjin smacked into the floor with great force. So much for being a god. Truthfully, he hated gravity, specifically enhanced and chambers. The last time he had been inside one had been what was honestly lifetimes ago, against Conri Lane the champion of Earth. The two had talked of cleaning up the universe. Ninjin would do just that, but in no way that Conri Lane would ever approve of. The Ninjin that Conri lane knew had died on Mement Mor. This was a new Ninjin. Even then it had taken the crimson warrior a good deal of time to adjust to the strain that the gravity put on his body. Now was no different. Despite his prodigious strength gravity effected all the same. The Heavy armor that he was wearing that doubled as his weights did nothing to help the pull from the floor onto his body. Ninjin grunted and swore as the veins in his face and neck popped out. This was a Super Saiyan! Undoubtedly one of the strongest beings in the galaxy, and yet here he was brought low by a machine that enhanced gravity. Mercifully Willie’s attention seemed to be occupied elsewhere.
Ninjin swore and gritted his teeth as he pressed his fists against the floor and fought back against the tug that threatened to return him to his prone position once more. His armor creaked and groaned but he was able to take some of the weight off of himself with his control over metals and his armor specifically. After what seemed like far too long for a being of his power he made his way back up to his knees and then finally, gruntingly, to a standing position. With a roar he activated his Ascended Super Saiyan form. The surge of power from so close to the majin would no doubt grab his attention, even though he had less-than-nothing to fear from Ninjin. It was just that the Saiyan found it easier to fight against the bitter effects of gravity when he was in his prime form.
“Willie!” Ninjin called up to his friend and compatriot. The majin appeared lost in thought though still in the form Ninjin knew him, though this one older than the one Ninjin had met so long ago on Omega. Then again this Ninjin Hattori was not that same one either. One thing remained however, the friendship between the two men. They also seemed to have a mutual understanding of the nature of taking of lives in combat.
“Did you come to the chamber to train?” There was no masking the hope in his voice.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 7, 2015 15:43:10 GMT -5
“Hmm… Curious… Despite floating, I still feel the strain of the enhanced gravity,” the man murmured as he listed gently through the air. It seemed the gravity chamber and his fledging ability to manipulate gravity contradicted one another; costing him additional energy to operate it no different than with walking or flying while within the enhanced gravity. He supposed it was a good thing as otherwise it would affect the workout his body received from the increased load, though was not fond of his data being tainted by the external variable. Nonetheless he would have plenty of chances to experiment with the newly acquired ability outside the red hue of the training chamber in due time.
Despite the constant three dimensional scanning which permeated his body, giving him a full mental view of his surroundings, his conscious mind was ignorant to Ninjin’s arrival, still deep in thought as he toyed with the invisible particles. However, even if he could ignore the saiyan’s war cry, the shock wave caused by the former prince’s sudden leap in power sent him spiraling backwards while the Hattori yelled “Willie!” ‘Thankfully,’ the heavily reinforced glass of the control room caught him, as he crashed against it in true bug like fashion, including matching splat. “Did you come to the chamber to train?” the saiyan would add, as he looked up at his ally from the ground. Gunny looked up from the keyboard to see Will’s whole body pressed against the viewing window upside down, his face comically smooshed against the glass, and smiled. Something which before, Will would have sworn would crack his face. “Nice job kid,” he snorted before giving the window a good slap.
“Oh, shad-daaaaaaap!” Will replied, sliding off halfway through. Before thumping to the ground however, he caught himself, rearranging the gravitrons to simulate weightlessness just before impact. Then, with a little extra effort, he turned himself perpendicular to the ground and levitated over to the crimson warrior; feet plopping to the ground once he was before him, a sign of his still improving skills. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I came here to train with you… However it seems your invitation got lost in, well, my mind,” Watson said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. So caught up with his plan, he had forgotten to actually invite the key proponent.
While what he said was entirely true, he had left out a pivotal fact. “Are you synced up with his brain waves yet?” came a voice through the speakers within the control room, which was soundproof, which was mentally projected by Will. “Yeah, yeah, just have to use your shared memories as a foundation first,” he grumbled as his hands danced deftly across the keys, “initiating now.” Meanwhile, Watson continued his conversation with his ally, “We have to push ourselves, physically and mentally, to help us better prepare for what is to come,” he told the half-truth as the simulation took hold and the room became a swirl of colors and textures. “And to do so we must face our greatest enemies, our greatest pain,” the room would congeal into a familiar setting; the bridge of the Arbiter. Looking out the view port to the left they would find the wasteland ridden Beleogst; Alpha Prime and Beta Minor still yet to arrive. To the right however was an all too familiar sight; the amassing fleet of Universal Church of One spaceships.
Watson did not want to withhold his scheme from his partner, though he felt he had no other choice. An idea was born when he contemplated what Ninjin told him about having met the real William Watson in Heaven. He needed more information, to know whether his plan may work, but the topic of his son was an understandably touchy subject, one of which they never spoke, though visions of the beaked mismatch of body parts which had once been Azuki haunted him. No doubt far less than they did the boy’s father though. Will had tried to pry, as courteously as possible; however the dark memories plagued the saiyan, and all he had gotten was that the boy’s soul had been “destroyed.” The apparent human was steadfast in his resolve however and found a way around the painful emotional block. “And, in here, you can make them suffer a thousand agonizing deaths for what they did…” he would add, almost at a whisper.
Will had relived this day several times already but his memories were incomplete; he needed Ninjin in hopes of discovering the fate of his son’s soul. What the saiyan was unable to say would be simulated before their eyes; he just needed to stay with him, walk in his shoes, instead of get separated amidst the fighting. When he had found the saiyan that day he had been boiling over with rage, with a scientist dead at his feet and a monster floating in viscous liquid in a tube before him. There was where he hoped he would find the needed information, though until then he would have to relive the fated day once more. Not so bad really; killing the Cardinal of Absolution brought him great joy.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 7, 2015 21:43:40 GMT -5
The gravity still tugged ever present at Ninjin’s heavy armored body. There was an ever present loathing within him for the stuff, but regardless he put up with it. It was when he fought Conri in five time’s normal gravity that he had found his loathing for the stuff. And now here it was again. Now Zasham had clearly upped the gravity from what he was used to in the chamber. Was there no limit to the amount that gravity could increase to vex him? After a moment Willie noticed Ninjin’s presence in the chamber, but not before the powerful Saiyan had activated his ASSJ form.
Willie rubbed the back of his head and laughed, explaining that his entire purpose for being the the chamber was to train with Ninjin, the important aspect of that, asking Nin, being lost in the rest of the details as the young man’s machine-like brain whirred. Ninjin did his best to smile, despite the damn gravity. Willie had flown hard against the wall when Ninjin had activated his power, an unforeseen side effect of being a god-like power. The voice of Willie’s compatriot Gunny came over the speaker, even though he was only behind the layer of glass Willie had just smashed into. The two had a brief comical exchange and Watson slid off of the window like an octopus thrown against glass.
Watson regained his composure and made his way over to Ninjin. They had been through much together in the past month, as well as before that. There was no one else Ninjin trusted so completely, or at all for that matter. What he said to Ninjin left the Saiyan briefly concerned. Their greatest pains? For Ninjin that had only been very recently and it was a wound that he wasn’t sure he was ready to relive. It had happened a very short while ago. The wound would have been just closed by a species with regeneration’s healing speed, to Ninjin it was as fresh as ever. Still there was a certain truth, a wisdom, to Willie’s words. As he said them the room around them changed to one of great familiarity at this point. The bridge to Watson’s ship.
As Ninjin stared out the window a sick feeling began to rise in his stomach. The food that he had wolfed down after the events was bucking against his willpower and threatened to rise as his memory unfolded in front of them. It was too soon. It was too sudden. It was too painful. Perhaps the gravity was having some effect on his stomach as well, but it was momentarily forgotten as he was transported into an earlier memory.
“Willie…” Ninjin began the name cautiously. The scene was very clearly one of his own memory. Had he consented to this? He hadn’t thought so, but then Gunny did have a roundabout way of asking for things, and it often left the Saiyan confused to what he had agreed to. When Willie whispered the words about revenge Ninjin fully grasped what was occurring. They were reliving the memory he had just did his best to put behind him. It was for strength. It was to harden him for what was about to come. This Ninjin understood, and yet that did not stop it from upsetting him. His aura burst from him, though to a lesser degree than it had before so as to not throw his friend against the wall.
“If you ever do something like this again…” In his full might he turned toward the only remaining ally he had in the universe. Part of him screamed out in anger that his friend would dare to replicate this so horrid of memories. Another part of him thanked his friend for understanding him better than anyone else. This was cathartic, and Ninjin had faltered when he was given an opportunity to weaken the church. That would not be allowed to happen again, despite the god-like power he wielded.
Ninjin turned back towards the view-port at the encroaching army. Truthfully he had found a great deal of enjoyment destroying the fleet and killing the cardinal that he had faced. It had offered a very slight amount of revenge, and he could only imagine how good it would feel to do the same thing over and over and over again to the cardinal, simulated in different ways each time.
“…Ask me first.” Ninjin smiled, but it was not a friendly smile. This was a smile of a man waiting for revenge, and as he turned his attention back at the viewport the smile would grow. His child could not be destroyed again, but until he got his chance at actual revenge, this would have to, and would, do.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 16, 2015 0:20:32 GMT -5
Warships sailed across the vastness of space; the wasteland planet a harrowing backdrop. The scene before them was combination of their memories of that day, synchronized to paint a more perfect picture. Ninjin was understandably upset; a risk Watson was willing to take to help his friend. “Willie… If you ever do something like this again… …Ask me first,” the haunting tone took a sharp turn toward forgiveness as the saiyan came to grips with the man’s intentions. William nodded respectfully to his last three words, having never had a worry that his ally would harm him; or rather did not think Ninjin would kill him thrice.
“If we are to be conquerors we must be whole,” the apparent human stated coolly. Both of them were shattered men, struggling to take the reins of their lives into their hands. Ninjin had lost his brother, mother, father, best friend, son and even his own life. Not to mention his throne via birthright. William was an identity crisis rolled up in a chocolate nougaty clusterfuck. Zasham was a child, his control and self both shattered the moment he absorbed Will. Now he was buried with a shmuch biological android, uptight kinigo warrior, drunk blade master and religious zealot makaio. It was all Will could do sometimes just to hold all the pieces together.
They both needed clarity, and there was clarity in acceptance, and in understanding. “And we will be,” he stated defiantly, having even more faith in the Hattori as himself. Without another word Will leapt forth, manipulating his gravitational field to move him swiftly. The ships window would disappear before him; there would be no rapid decompression to endanger Ninjin neither. William controlled the simulation wirelessly via thought, as Gunny did via the main frame in the control room. Regardless, while their approach may be different than originally, that was not the important part.
Plus, since coming to grips with his ability to survive in the vacuum of space, he had come to enjoy it, finding it serene. In these times he would often think, or attempt to improve certain functions; he found the absence of distractions in the void ideal. As he flew toward the fleet he would change form, into the kinigo Tycho, then to the saiyan Masamune, and even the majin himself, Zasham, before returning back to human form. With effort he strained his mind, trying to expand his programming regarding shapeshifting; to push beyond the necessity for assimilation and become more efficient. Yet he still struggled with mastering the ability he had known naturally since birth.
Coming up the first ship, he believed it time to “follow the timeline” of their memories. Stopping short of their sensors he paused and looked to Ninjin who was undoubtedly nearby, being far faster than the man. “After you, brother,” Will said as he gestured to the large cruiser floating ominously amongst the black, its brothers and sisters not far. Originally it had been Hattori to smash into the ship, though it had been from the dock of the Arbiter that he launched his assault, not the endless void of space.
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Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 16, 2015 1:23:00 GMT -5
Whole. Ninjin wasn’t sure if he knew what that meant. After what had happened he felt fractured, as if he was in a million different pieces. His son’s soul had been devoured by one of his worst enemies, fed to him by another of his worst enemies, and financed by a third of his worst enemies. All hated him for no more than being who he was. They had taken everything from him. Everything that there was to take and take until there was no more. How could he be whole after that? What even did the word mean?
Ninjin stared out of the glass, or rather the simulation of it. It hurt to be back hear, but everything hurt. At least here he could get some vengeance, it was not yet time to do it in the real world. Simulated killing of the members of the Church would have to hold over his bloodlust towards them. Watson was at least correct in that the training would strengthen them. The pull of the gravity was every present and even heavier on his weighted body. Training was one thing he found he could always do, not matter what state he was in. It had been the one thing he had wanted to do while he was in the afterlife. Bettering himself had become a sort of obsession for the Saiyan, and now with no one else to trust besides Watson and his own power that obsession would no doubt grow and grow.
Still Watson seemed sure of his words and Ninjin took heart in the boy’s conviction. Facing the events again would no doubt just fill Ninjin with a further desire to kill those responsible and in the process strengthen him. Perhaps that’s what he had meant by whole. Willie floated into the air and the window in front of him disappeared, Ninjin swore and held his breath in and grabbed hold of the nearest railing. Nothing happened. With an embarrassed cough he remembered that they were in the simulator and there was no threat of being pulled out into space, nor any threat of dying via suffocation. Quickly he rose into the air and followed after the Majin.
The fleet in front of them was a familiar menace. Ninjin had destroyed it once, and he would enjoy doing so again. They needed to pay. All of them. And they would. He was only biding his time. There were things that he needed to accomplish first, and it might take a while before he truly got his revenge. It would no doubt make it all the sweeter when everything did eventually fall into place. The Saiyan was done being pushed around by the galaxy. He was done sitting on the sidelines during fights and not being able to defend those that he cared about. He was done with loss. Heaven had made him patient, had changed his perspective on time. He could wait.
They quickly approached the first ship and William motioned for him to once again do what he had done only a very short time ago. They had his son. His simulated, ruined, desecrated son. But this was not the ship that housed him, and they had already had that intel. This was a ship doomed to die by Saiyan fury. Ninjin flew quickly at the ship and clawed his hands in both directions ripping it open at the hull. Simulated explosive decompression ripped simulated members of the church screaming wordlessly into the void. Ninjin quickly flew into the ship and began blowing holes in it from the inside, literally ripping to pieces anyone who dared to try and stand in his way. Soon the ship was exploding all around him and he quickly made his exit. The other ships turned and began to fire in their direction, just as they had before. Ninjin breathed into the rebreather that he had stolen from the UCOO ship, just as he had the first time. Ninjin’s right hand began to glow with golden light and he punched it at one of the cruisers not far off. It struck the hull and ripped it open with tremendous force, causing a chain reaction that blew apart the entire cruiser. That’s when he saw it, just as he had seen it the first time. It filled him with an even deeper rage now, but it had done so before. With his aura spiking up all around him Ninjin flew into the air and quickly towards the crusier that he knew to house his son. That’s when he noticed the figures beginning to pour of the cruisers. Android fighters of the church. There were hundreds of them.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 16, 2015 13:38:13 GMT -5
Watching the saiyan tear through the warship like a warm knife through butter made Watson grin; as he had before. Whilst he entered the ship and made swiss cheese of its hull, and crew, Will landed softly through the smashed in hull, in what appeared to have been a med bay. Casually he strolled about, whistling as he did, and most did not seem to see him. Well, in that section they already were from explosive decompression. But when he entered a section which was intact, they were far too busy to notice a human. Many of them in fact appeared to be human, which disappointed William; he had hoped that Sebastian had been an exception.
Most were preoccupied with the angry saiyan who was ripping their ship apart inside and out, who were dealt with quite swiftly by the man. Others were just running for their lives, and cared little for an out of place man in a fine black suit. A select few approached him, the unlucky few who got the connection between the man in black and the terrifying super saiyan; who was already gone, moving on to rain destruction down upon other vessels of his vengeance. “YOU there! Identify yourself!” the fireteam of three said as they flanked out around him. They wore advanced technology similar to the kinigo’s, but refashioned to better fit humans and the church’s obsession with the ornate.
An anger in the pit of his stomach took hold of him, as he felt Tycho’s presence overwhelm him. Instead of fighting it, he simply allowed him to become host, his body transforming into the lieutenant’s; shoulder cannon and all. The three humans, in their powered armor and energy rifles, all stepped back as if at once. The seven foot reptilian predator, clad in the hyper advanced armor of his people of which these soldiers have bastardized, threw its arms back and let out a bloodcurdling war cry. Dual blades short forth from his gauntlets on each arm, as his shoulder cannon took aim on the one who had spoken and fired. Instinctively he threw up his arms, weapon and all, as the red beam overtook him. The blast was quite satisfying Will remarked as he reclined within their mind and watched.
The soldier flew back, his ornate armor charred and half his face burnt thanks to the weapon exploding in his face when the beam struck them, and slammed against the wall before ricocheting off and slamming face down on the ground. By the time he reached that moment, however, his two teammates were already done. Once the beam had loosed from the cannon the kinigo had leapt at the man to his left, grabbing his arm as he begun to fire and wrenching it to aim at the remaining soldier, who was moving in to help, as he was too afraid of firing and hitting his partner. As he took several direct shots to the upper body he fell back, firing his own shot as he did. Turning the one whose arm he grasped, Tycho used him as a shield to absorb the blow as he finished smashing off the plating beneath the right arm of his captive.
Reeling back he slammed his right fist, though not before the dual blades, into the man’s unarmored side, smashing right through several vital organs on the way to his heart. For a few moments, while the one who took fire struggled to his feet, he held the blades there as he stared into the man’s eyes. With a mere thought his mask lifted, sliding over his ropey hair and revealing his face. What he saw in the dying man’s eyes was the essence of fear as Tycho roared in his face, his four mandibles shaking with fury as he did. Soon as the other was to his feet he jerked his blades free, a stream of blood following, and through the man to the ground to bleed to death. Activating his cloaking he became invisible as he silently repositioned behind trepid who raced to his friend when he turned and saw their attacker gone.
Throwing down his weapon he threw a hand over the wound and grabbed the back of his friend’s head; but he was already gone, his dead eyes staring back at him. Hearing a noise he reached for his gun, but it was gone. As he stood up he felt something grasp him by the back of his neck, he felt sharpened nails dig through his skin, but did not have the time to scream. Tycho tore the man’s spine clean from his body, held it above himself and roared once more as the soldier collapsed over his teammate. With several audible clicks of satisfaction he heard a subtle moan and jerked suddenly to the first man he had hit with the shoulder cannon. He had been crawling toward them, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He was muttering something, until he finally found the strength to say it, “You will die for this, heathen.”
“No, you will die you. All of your people will die. Yesterday, today, and thousand times more, you will all die painful deaths,” the kinigo stated matter-of-factly as his war mask lowered back of his face. With a few quick strides he lifted his foot high over the confused warrior’s head. Bringing it down with sufficient force, he smashed the man’s skull, and its contents, all over. A puddle of it even remained in the indent from the force of the blow. With that William took control once more, his fine form appearing again. “Ick,” he said as he kicked brain matter off his fancy shoes. Lifting a hand he casually fired vanishing beam straight into the wall, leaving him a handy exit which he quickly flew through via manipulating surrounding gravitons.
Outside he found several more ships suffering from the symptoms of the one he had exited. Moving to toward Ninjin’s energy, he saw the unleashing androids, pouring out of the ship like sand through fingers. Using his full power, as allowed by the gravity and weights, he sped at them as they raced toward his ally. Soon as he was close enough he created a massive gravity well, pulling a large chunk of the androids together and compressing them until they were a single mass of floating space junk. But there many, many more and Will did not have the energy to continue attacking in such a way. Lifting his arms, two more sprang forth from beneath and he took aim at the androids. Firing crimson beams from all four hands he tried to cover as many as he could, though first the cluster which was still full of explosive energy sources. The resulting explosion was massive, killing off all the surrounding androids.
Yet still there were countless more…. Well, at least my plan of dividing their attention panned out, the boy thought grimly.
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FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 16, 2015 14:13:38 GMT -5
The memory burned around him, just like the fury within his chest. It was expelled from his body in the form of ki, blood, and solar energy. The golden aura of the Ascended Super Saiyan form pulsed vibrantly around him in the void of space, and the air that he sucked in through his rebreather tasted stale and old. Though they were only simulations if felt good to rip the members of the church limb from limb. IT felt almost like justice. He would have that soon enough. There would be nothing and no one that could get in his way of killing them all. No Invictus would show up to save them all. There would be none that could match his power, and none that could match his fury. There was no longer an ounce of care within him what they had done or not done, they belonged to the church, that was evidence that damned them one and all, and he was to be the judge jury and executioner. Their souls however were not his to judge, but he could at least end their lives within this universe, and if they somehow came back as he had he would do it all over again. Not even the hundreds of Androids that flew at him now could even make a difference, or the hundreds more behind them still.
The Sayian waded through them effortlessly, the gravity made him less graceful than he had been the original time, but nonetheless his power was still there. They went down by the dozens Ninjin throwing them into each other and destroying them with well-placed ki blasts. The guns on the nearest church cruiser turned to fire at him and Ninjin held out his hands and wrenched the guns to point at the horde of androids just as they began to fire. Willie was no doubt fighting through the androids much as they had the first time. Just as he had the thought Ninjin began to see the destruction caused by the majin and for a moment he smiled, it was a sad smile. This had been where he had felt hope. This had been where he thought he and his friend were actually going to manage to rescue his son. It had been that hope that eventually had crushed him so completely. All the searching, all the planning, all the hope. Gone. His smile was wrenched into one of pain and he turned and gripped his wrist. Dozens of orbs of red ki flew from his palm and crashed into dozens of androids, blowing them apart. This was when he had felt their power, and it caused him to turn even now, even when it was only simulated.
As the confrontation with the Cardinals grew ever neared Ninjin could feel the dread growing in his stomach. Was he really ready to face this all again? Was training worth seeing his son once more in the state he had been in? Could his psyche handle it, and most importantly would Willie be able to stop him a second time? Ninjin gritted his teeth. There was none in the universe tougher than Ninjin Hattori. Not everything he had been through in his life, he refused to accept that. This was fuel for the fire that was his hatred towards the church, and his Super Saiyan form seemed to somehow be linked to the anger he felt. Watson was right, this would only make him stronger.
Ninjin raised his hands and wrenched apart the thick metal doors of the docking-bay of the UCOO capital ship. It had just jumped out of warp right in front of them to find the disaster all around them. Ninjin sensed it, the cardinals and their might aboard. Once again he turned to Willie.
“Once again into hell, once more through. We are doubly forged in this fire together brother.”
With that Ninjin launched himself into the heart of the capital ship. There was a power signature that was his target, and at the time he had no idea what it was he was throwing himself so rapidly into. It was to be one of the greatest and most grueling fights of his life. Yet he knew the outcome this time so well. The cardinal would die, and Ninjin would enjoy it all the more this time.
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Post by Lord Zasham on May 20, 2015 21:49:18 GMT -5
The future emperors tore through the mass of androids as effortlessly as treading water. Once before it had been a battle for survival but now it was merely a battle for vengeance. Their healing process involved utterly destroying the advanced machines in brutal fashion. Whilst Ninjin erased entire swaths of the robots from existence, Willie took a more physical approach. His four arms became whip fists, long serrated whip like appendages ending with a terrifying blade hand. With an internal click he set the audio playback feature of the War Mask to project one of his favorite little ditties.
“Come fly with me,” Watson belted as swung his arms wildly, his 3D scan mode designating targets all around him and his bladed lashes making short work of them. “Let’s fly, let’s fly away,” he continued as his gravitational field moved him this way and that in the vacuum of space; so that he may find more moving metal to scrap. As Ole Blue Eyes rendered undying music, the majin man continued his onslaught, until a stray blast caught him off guard, blowing off the arms on the left side of his body.
Turning he found the heavy cannons of a nearby ship to be the culprit. “Once I get you up there, where the air is rarified,” he sang lightly as he witnessed Ninjin bending the metal of similar artillery guns to his bidding. Reconstituting his body, his extra arm on his right side moved to replace the missing one on his left, “We’ll just glide, starry eyed.” Dodging another blast, which just so happened to go on to obliterate a squadron of androids on his tail, he flew over the giant turrets. “Once I get you up there, I’ll be holding you so near," he hummed, his head nodding to the melody as he grasped the metal, fingers digging in deep as he summoned his strength and moved them to another nearby battle cruiser.
Then it was engulfed in a ball of fire, the blast rupturing the hull and igniting the fuel; the explosive decompression only adding to the beauty. Without a second thought he hauled the turret clean off, his muscles straining though nonetheless prevailing. Pulling himself into the vastness above the ship he turned and swung the massive double barrel guns like a Louisville slugger and struck the cruiser. “You may hear, Angels cheer cause we’re together!” he roared as he swatted the ship again and again, drowning out the screams (with the help from the music’s escalating volume). They quickly died off though, whether from being crushed by hundreds of tons of metal, or from space itself ripping the air from their lungs.
Grabbing what remained of the hull he combined his strength with his gravity manipulation, to begin spinning the ship around him. “Weather wise, it’s such a lovely day” he called as his fingers went lax and the ship left his grip. Momentum, and a certain lack of friction, carried it all the way to, and through, a neighboring sister ship. “If you just say the words, we’ll beat those birds back to Acapulco Bay,” William sang with a smile and his fists turned to mighty hammers and he began swatting approaching androids away like flies. It was not long until the space surrounding him was a minefield of debris and shattered faces. “It is perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say,” came the words as he launched himself before beginning a fast spin, until he was nearly unrecognizable.
A speeding bullet the majin shot straight through the last ship in his path, exploding in its entirety from the explosive impact and immediate decompression. Coming to an abrupt stop, the music drifting to silence, Watson stood before the largest ship, by far, in the entire fleet. The newest arrival, carrying the signatures of those they had come to destroy, again. And again, and again. With his super saiyan might Ninjin ripped the bay doors open enough to enter, before turning back to his comrade in arms. “Once again into hell, once more through. We are doubly forged in this fire together brother,” the future king spoke his elegant words; the poetry of battle. “Aye my friend, once more into the breach!” he yelled in confirmation as the saiyan disappeared into the hull.
“Come fly with me, let’s fly, pack up, let’s fly away,” he whispered to himself with a devious grin whilst turning a palm blindly to his left and incinerating a brave survivor; too mechanical to know defeat and retreat. Then he too was through the portal to their destiny; though a sad, sad destiny it be.
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Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
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Posts: 665
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 20, 2015 22:26:50 GMT -5
The future Emperor of Beta only heard tidbits of his friends song, but it had him smiling, despite the horrors he was about to face. It chilled his heart to think about it for long, but the wonderful wailing tones of his friend, and the music coming from seemingly nowhere, seemed to fight against the sadness and anger that had a grip on his heart. Willie knew what he was about to be facing, was the tune for him. Whether or not it was its effect, and his companionship, was appreciated. This would strengthen him. Facing it. He needed to. To process what had happened. To cement what he was going to do. The cardinal ship jumped out of warp in front of them and they made their way inside, Willie affirming his words and then rekindling his melody. Ninjin’s heart steeled itself. Somewhere inside this ship was the horror that they had twisted Azuki into. Floating at the heart of the ship was a twisted abomination that was his son. An alarm started blaring off to the right of the future Emperor, illuminating everything with a red light. The Cardinals were aware of their presence. Ninjin knew what was coming next, and knew that covering his ears would make no difference. Greetings Ninjin Hattori. For long you have been a thorn in my god’s side. For long you have defied those that serve and worship him. Word had reached us that you had died upon the fallen world of Mement Mor, and yet here you stand on my ship. A loud shrieking noise filled Ninjin’s ears, much as it had the first time he had taken this journey. It sent him stumbling against the wall. From our evacuated peoples I had learned that Invictus was more than enough to fight off both you and your so called galactic champion. It appears as if rumors are not to be believed. Another shriek and Ninjin clutched at his ears. His breath came ragged to his body. The demon Malum, the cardinal that he had faced before, the one he had killed before, had awesome power. Ninjin had managed to stay standing before, but with the increased power of the simulation and the gravity he was brought to his knees. Was Willie under assault as well? Ninjin couldn’t remember, the majin had had his own cardinal to deal with at the time. I know what it is that you seek, and your journey is for naught. Your son is not here. Azuki is dead. Gone. An anger gripped Ninjin’s heart more than the fear had the first time. This time he knew the demon to be telling the truth, but at the time he hadn’t believed him. Though the demon had been correct he had also been goading and trying to bait Ninjin. Ninjin roared and stumbled through the halls of the ship, breaking anything that stood in his way. That’s right. Come to me little monkey. Like a fly to the spider you step. You have been a nuisance for far too long. Invictus was hasty. His overzealousness caused you to be able to escape him somehow. It is not enough to kill you. We will take your soul. Ninjin blasted a doorway out of his warpath and stepped out into a large room shaped like a sphere. There was a platform in the center, a circle that made up the radius of the room. A thin walkway led out to the platform. Greetings monkey prince. [/i] The demon smiled as he turned and rubbed his hands together. The others underestimated you. [/i] As the demon said the words his power spike. The first time he had done it, it had surprised Ninjin. Mallum was incredibly powerful. This time around Ninjin just nodded. This time he was ready. Ready to dole out a punishment fitting of the crime. When he had killed the cardinal the first time it had been after a long and hard fought battle. This would be no different, but Ninjin had not known Azuki’s fate. This time he would make the demon pay. With a roar Ninjin’s power shot up to its maximum in his Ascended Super Saiyan form. This cardinal would die twice at his hands.
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Post by Lord Zasham on May 24, 2015 6:37:11 GMT -5
Will saw Ninjin stumble and roar in pain, instinctively stepped to help him, as he had done before. Then stopped. He knew Malum, the Cardinal of Alchemy, was within his mind, torturing him mentally and physically. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. However the apparent human did know that the makaio’s younger brother was waiting for Watson to step forward, to follow his brother in arms deep into the belly of the beast. That was when he had attacked the majin before, when the Hattori could hear and see only the fiery demon.
This time he waited, stood silently as the former prince thrashed his way through the halls to his tormentor. Then William stepped forth, casually. He had relived these moments many more times than the saiyan. He had been looking for answers about Azuki ever since the cardinals’ fall. It was with great displeasure that he had to admit to himself that he needed Ninjin’s memories to complete his research. He did not want to force the Hattori to face his darkest pain once more. Well, force was not quite the right word, as nobody could force him to do anything. That was the thing about absolute power. It was absolute.
Taking a step forward, Watson paused for a split second before stepping back on his heels, just as a shadow leapt from the wall. The shadow took form as it did so, to that of a makaio with violet skin and silver hair. The man was prepared though, as the assailant had not expected the apparent human to step back. He hadn’t the first time, and the fight had begun in the devil’s favor. This time however, instead of being bull rushed, he caught the Cardinal behind the neck with an open hand and used his own momentum to slam his face through the hallway wall. Once he pulled himself free a moment later, Will was waiting as he turned, arcing back on one leg until he was parallel with the floor, the other foot rising sharply to perform a kick driving right into his chin.
This kick sent the makaio tumbling through the same doorway he had meant to punch the majin into. Which he had done, originally. The room was no different than the one Ninjin found himself in down the hall. Meant for training purposes, the walls were naturally resilient, and from Watson had discovered in his past trips down memory lane, invisible shielding which protected the hull from powerful attacks. Much like the magical barrier placed on the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo by its former Grandmaster. As the Cardinal stood, one pointed ear bleeding slightly from its trip through the wall, his face was covered in rage. “How dare you, I am-“
“Erlik, Cardinal of Absolution, yes, I know,” he interrupted, cutting down the tired old speech he had heard several times. Instead he hoped to spark new conversation and learn more about the makaio locked away within the technarcana. With the link to their members, and thereby extension his, it would be a good way to begin unlocking his knowledge. Taking several steps forward, he would begin changing with each step, pushing his shapeshifting limits as far as they would go. For long he had been training the ability, since his very birth, but now wished to master it. It was time he unlocked the full potential of the magical ability.
When he finally stopped, a few feet from the pointy eared devil, Watson was gone. Now nine feet of heavy armor stood before him; wings comprised of light streamed from his back, thanks to a combination of his 4 arms attack and body weaponization. Of course they had nowhere near the functionality of the archangel of Aon, however they pulled together the look convincingly. “Now come die, like Invictus before you,” echoed his voice from within the hallowed armor, as he had claimed the visage, and even the ki signature, of the deceased Cardinal of War.
Technique Learned;
Advanced Shapeshifting 2.0 [Master] – Improving the functionality of his natural shapeshifting abilities, Zasham can now take the form and voice of any person or creature he has seen, regardless of size, though not as perfectly as one he has assimilated, due to possessing their memories and therefore their traits. Additionally, he can also alter his ki signature to mimic that of any he has encountered. The time required to change form has also halved, now taking approximately five to ten seconds depending on the size and scope of the change.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Gloria in excelsis Imperium
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FPSSJ: 3,640,536
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 26, 2015 20:09:11 GMT -5
Ninjin and Malum’s fists struck each other, each glowing with a different type of energy. Ninjin’s with his ki-infused fists and Malum’s with a demonic fire. Yes the others had underestimated him before. Just as Malum had as well. Once before Ninjin had killed him, once more he would again. What this demon was responsible for… it drove his fists harder and with more reckless force than form. Had they been direct, had the blows been aimed, the demon would not have been able to match them. This Ninjin knew, the simulation did not. The demon kept a backwards pace as Ninjin drove him on and on.
What makes you think you can fight me Saiyan? You died against Invictus and he pales in comparison to my power. Your son is dead, your quest futile.
The Saiyan once again felt Malum’s intrusive voice inside his head. The demon felt no fear from the Saiyan’s onslaught that much was clear. The Saiyan had the advantage of knowing the outcome. This Malum was a simulation. The real one was being tortured in Hell, hopefully. That side of the afterlife was still unknown to the Saiyan.
“I did not enjoy this enough the first time.” Ninjin’s fist slipped past the demon’s defenses and struck a hard blow against the demon’s face, causing him to stumble backwards and land on his rear.
The look he turned back to face Ninjin with was one of confusion and fury.
What? How is that possible? What do you mean first time? [/i] Ninjin stepped forward and punched, a solar lash smacking hard against the demon’s flesh. Though the fire couldn’t possible hope to burn the demon that was intended. The force was what was intended to hurt. The demon hissed and tried to scurry away but Ninjin simply kept walking forward.
“Would that I could cause you to die a hundred real deaths for your crimes you vile piece of scum.” Ninjin stalked forward and slammed his foot down on the Demon’s leg. Though the fire burned the bottom of his boot the Saiyan didn’t care, incensed by the demon’s screaming to continue. Malum lifted his hand and blasted Ninjin with a psionic blast, one that hit the Saiyan with more force than he had been expecting.
Though he tumbled backwards through the air the Saiyan quickly righted himself and turned the tumbling into an arching backflip and landed in a three point stance. Malum floated into the air but it was clear that he would no longer be making any use of his right leg. The demon’s look had soured, and there was no mistaking the fear in his eyes. The demon lashed out with his hand and mysterious symbols filled the air. The ground below him spiked up at him but Ninjin merely bent the metal away and stayed in the air using his bukujutsu.
How can it be that you have grown s- [/i]
His telepathic questioning tirade was cut off. Malum’s look of confusion grew all the more, though the fear was replaced with an optimistic hope. A power signature that burned in Ninjin’s memory sparked nearby. Invictus? He had not been here before. Zasham’s ki signature had mysteriously disappeared as well. There was no reason for him to be in the simulation, unless somehow Zasham had been able to transform into him. It was the only logical explanation given the Majin’s ability to transform and the fact that Ninjin knew them to be in a simulation.
The Saiyan turned back to the demon with a vicious grin.
“That is no ally of yours demon.” Ninjin raised his right hand and gripped it with his left. A torrent of orbs of red ki thundered towards the demon, whose face had fallen.
None of this is as it should be. You’ve done something.
Ninjin cocked his head. His golden aura surged around him.
“You’re right. I’ve killed you once before and I did not enjoy myself enough the first time. I decided to do it again.” A vicious grin came over the Saiyan’s face. He was giving in to the anger inside himself and it felt great. This creature deserved to suffer. Cruelly. Malum’s eyes grew wide with fear, a look that he had only given Ninjin before in his final moments.
“You will not enjoy this. It will not be over quickly. This is for my son.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 2, 2015 18:30:37 GMT -5
“N-n-no… This is not possible…” the makaio mumbled as he stumbled back. The shining archangel of Aon stepped forward before a voice which was all too familiar to the armor clad behemoth bellowed, “Search your feelings, you know it be true.” The Cardinal of Absolution was faced with the Cardinal of War and he could barely contain his angst. Was it a farce? This now, or his death? A test, from Aon? Shapeshifting was common enough amongst magical beings but this was a human moments ago. He had also never seen someone alter their ki signature, and it was quite clear that the power which stood before him was that of Invictus Maneo.
“LIES!” he finally screamed, holding both palms out before an intense wave of black ki spewed forth and engulfed the archangel. “I am the Cardinal of Absolution! I heard Invictus ask for Aon’s forgiveness in his failures whilst in the throes of death!” he screamed on, cementing his abilities whilst refuting Zasham’s claims. He, of course, was right, though there was little fun in giving him that satisfaction. “Did you?” he heard a voice amidst the stream of energy before an arm piercing the blackness and grabbed him by the throat. A squeeze was all it took and he abandoned the attack to claw at the mighty gauntlets, for which he was thankful as with his heavy weights and the gravity he was not as powerful as he made himself out to be. “Or did YOU fail Aon!?” the hallowed voice erupted from the void within his holy helmet before he twisted and spun, using the momentum and his full strength to hurl Erlik across the room and into the powerful ki barrier which protected the rest of the ship.
A sparking ripple appeared as he ricocheted off, coming down hard on the center platform once more; mere feet from the daunting greaves of the great general. “Perhaps you lost your connection to Him? Perhaps you became a fraud and then turned to heresy as you twisted his wishes for your own gains?” Zasham added, furthering his convincing speech. He could see it had quite the effect as the makaio’s hands were shaking as he studied them, as if to second guess the abilities granted by Aon. Squeezing his eyes shut the hands rose to his throat. “No, no, it can’t be. I am no heretic, I speak only Aon’s words! I am the light which guides the souls of his followers to their final destination,” he croaked, his words rasp and painful. “Shhh, young one,” the archangel cooed in a strange dispatch from his normal demeanor, and despite the makaio’s advanced age, at least compared to most beside Invictus himself. “Worry not of Aon’s faith in you,” he added as his boots stopped just shy of the downed Cardinal.
“R-really?” the makaio responded, his mind crawling along as his whole body was in a state of shock over what was, or wasn’t, occurring. “Yes my brother, for you see…” then in a flash one armor clad foot came down with incredible power and stomped Erlik deep into the platform. Reaching down with one large hand he then gripped the twitching makaio by the neck and hauled him into the air. A voice, unfamiliar and strange, came out from within the hallowed suit “I am not Invictus after all,” it stated with a snicker as a strange black face with a glaring red eyes shot out of the darkness of the helmet and struck him right in the forehead. Throwing him up into the air he held out a palm and fired a Vanishing Beam right into his chest. “No, no, NO! He was your past, I am your FUTURE,” it called with its demonic voice as the crimson wave slammed him into the ki barrier.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 4, 2015 13:52:46 GMT -5
Mallum scurried backwards narrowly avoiding the red orbs of ki as they tore through the structure, but the Saiyan reached out his hand and the very floor the demon sought to make his retreat on came up around him like a cocoon. The metal changed suddenly to fire and Mallum flew up into the air, fire glowing blue all around him. His eyes matched the fire glowing around his waist and hands. Ninjin turned to face him and somehow the fire that Mallum was literally giving off could not match that within the Saiyan’s eyes.
I will not let you do this.
Ninjin’s eyes narrowed and then his face turned into a smile.
“You never had a choice. Not for what you’ve done.”
Mallum’s eyes grew wide. He raise his hand and three bottles formed in them. With a snarl that Ninjin felt as much as heard inside his head the Cardinal threw the bottles at him. They shattered at his feet and at first nothing happened. Then the metal of the ramp began to melt away, a black acrid smoke poured from one puddle, and from another rose a creature one that seemed to be made out of tar. These were tricks that Ninjin had seen from him before, but not that Mallum would know that.
Ninjin did not bother with the tar creature, but threw a Solar lash threw it. It screamed and sizzled as it disappeared. Calmly the Saiyan rose into the air away from the acrid smoke and the acid eating away the metal. He flew calmly up into the air and right into Mallum’s face. The cardinal did not flinch, though the fear was evident in his eyes. Golden energy pulsed off of the Saiyan’s form, and his face was set into a line of hatred and fury. It felt good to let the rage out. There was so much inside him. It was all directed at the church. Everything they had done.
How is it that you know what we’ve done?
“I have lived through this before. I will make you pay a thousand times for your crimes. Mallum. I have killed you before. I will kill you again. And again. And again. And every time I will grow more powerful. Until I find your warlock. Until I destroy your ‘god’”
Ninjin cocked back his fist and a glowing blue aura overtook his golden Super Saiyan form, one of his bodyguard and father figure, Vil. The fist slammed through Mallum’s chest. At first the demon’s form resisted, but very quickly Ninjin’s power overtook the demon and it let out a final disbelieving scream before exploding into fire.
Ninjin floated towards the door. The door he knew led to his worst nightmare. The door he knew that he would have to go through. To face once again. For strength. For closure. He would wait for Zasham however. They would do this together.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 5, 2015 17:59:58 GMT -5
The false angel dropped his hand, ending the stream of energy. Once it dissipated gravity was the only force left acting upon the beaten Cardinal. It took his loose body straight down to the central platform with an audible thud. Groans of pain escaped his lips as he struggled to even attempt movement. It made William smile as he adjusted the collar of his fine suit, the guise forgone as he had fallen. “I am… Erlik… Cardinal of… Absolution,” he forced out through clenched teeth as if his title should protect him; he could barely make it to his hands and knees; his arms shaking like leaves in the wind beneath his own weight. Tucking a few loose strands of hair behind an ear Watson confidently strolled over to the ravaged foe.
“And I am William Watson, or was, but things never turn out the way we want, do they?” he asked, as if it was a legitimate question; as if he was going to simply sit down and have a pleasant conversation with the makaio zealot. Once the demons were adjacent, the apparent human took a moment to take in his surroundings properly. To accurately measure the distance to the wall opposite the Cardinal on all four, gasping for air. With the internalized War Mask’s heads up display and its three dimensional scanning he could perfectly map the entire room, the slope walls closing off the spherical room, the length and width of the platform which rested on a plane at its center; everything. Most important to him at that interval in time however was the distance between Erlik and the closest curve of the wall. And angles, angles were important.
“You… Will pay… For this…” the makaio spat through ragged breaths. Once the supercomputer like brain gifted to him by the technarcana virus made the necessary calculations, to his liking, he kicked back his right foot before swinging it back with just the right amount of force. What little air the demon had regained was forced out of his lungs as his body sailed through the air, struck the barrier lining the walls, creating a ripple in the otherwise invisible energy, and soared back whence he came. Holding out a hand at the appropriate spot, Erlik’s neck fell right into his waiting palm; mathematics, truly a wonderful thing. “No, I won’t, but you will, for the rest of eternity everything you are will lie within a prison from which there is no escape,” he said in reply before bringing his free hand up to his skull and gently tapping on his own forehead.
Then he brought his face right to the makaio’s pointy purplish ear and whispered, “You and your bastard kin will never know peace for what you’ve done to my brother’s son.” Ninjin was the only family he had, and despite his nonchalant nature, he was quite angry. He was every time he entered this simulated memory or accessed Erlik’s assimilated ones. Every time he thought of the nephew he never met, every time he thought of the father his friend never had the chance to be. “Aon damn y-,” CRACK. The Cardinal of Absolution did not finish the words, nor could he as his spine was severed quite thoroughly as his neck was snapped by Watson’s thumb and forefinger. When he opened his hand, the body did not fall. It hovered in the air as his gravitational field was manipulated. Then, repositioning surrounding gravitons, the corpse was pulled back with incredible force; enough to tear through the barrier, the thick steel door leading to the hallway, and a good portion of the surrounding wall too.
A moment later William listed out, levitating a few inches over the rubble as he made his way toward Ninjin’s signature down the hall. Malum’s power was extinguished, rightly so, and it appeared the saiyan was waiting patiently for him. He was quite thankful of that, as he did not want to force his dearest friend through the traumatization again and again. He had done all of this just to meet this scientist the Hattori had spoken of, the onetime Watson was able to pry information out of him about this horrifying event. It was imperative to find know the details of what happened to his son. He did not know if he could help, but he thought it was more than worth finding out if he could. But it was all hypotheticals right now, until he had all the info.
“I hope you were able to vent some of your righteous fury brother,” Will said to Ninjin as he hovered into the room. He knew a million simulations would do little to quell his agony but perhaps it could pacify his rage. At least to a degree; consider it therapy for the soul.
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