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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Sept 10, 2013 22:12:37 GMT -5
Just as I stated in the announcement I made earlier this week the following thread will be graded with saga gains and is open to anyone that is on Omega. The rules for this thread are as follows:
Posting Order does not matter unless you are interacting with another person (this allows the observation to continue regardless of waiting) You may interact with anyone in the thread You may not interfere with the finals unless you wish for dire consequences. You must make me laugh, this is the most important one.
Enjoy guys and give it up for Frigid and Conri for making it to the finals!
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 15, 2013 21:09:16 GMT -5
The crown prince of New Vegeta cared very little of the results of the end of the galactic tournament. In his mind it should have been him that was out there battling Frigid, an impressive Icer who had bested three other very impressive combatants to find his way to the finals. But despite the impressive showing of the Icer, Conri Lane still had done something umpteen times more impressive. He had beaten Ninjin Hattori.
Conri Lane. Mouse, as Ninjin referred to him. The last hopes for Saiyans taking the championship rested on the man’s shoulders, and Ninjin couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. It was not disappointment in Conri himself, he had bested the prince and regardless of how he had earned his respect because of that, but it was disappointment in himself. He was stronger than Lane, he was the better fighter, and yet he wasn’t the one in the finals of the tournament.
So what brought him here? On the night of the finals to stand amongst the crowd, as if he was there equal, the energy was palpable in the air, as was the excitement. Banners hung everywhere, posted over the posters that once held his face. The thought sickened him. It was meant to be him! Him in the finals. Him in the golden lime-light. He was the face of the Saiyan race, he was the champion. Not Conri Lane…
Ninjin strolled out onto an overlook, gripping the railing white knuckled, bending the steel slightly, his fingers leaving slight dents. The crowd went wild with fervor and frenzy as Conri made his way onto the arena floor. Ninjin wondered if Mouse could feel his gaze leering into him.
“You’d better win this Mouse.”
So where was the Icer? As soon as the thought came to his mind out came the Icer known as Frigid. The alien was impressive. He was in a different form than Ninjin had ever seen an Icer in. His strength was clear even from this distance. Ninjin nodded, stroking his chin. It would take much for even himself to fight someone with that kind of strength, and Conri wasn’t as strong as he himself was, so what would Mouse do?
A smirk came over his face as a familiar energy filled Conri Lane’s hand. The prince knew well the effects of the moon ball. It was an interesting tactic, and one that would be sure to give Mouse the upper hand. Ninjin looked down at his hand and braced himself for a transformation, looking around at all the other Saiyans in the crowd, but after a moment he realized that nothing was happening. The barrier… it must block Blutz waves in the same way it blocked ki. One thing concerned the prince about the new size of Conri Lane, and it was the reason he himself hadn’t used moon ball during any of his confrontations. The arena wasn’t big enough to hold a creature of that size, and a ring-out was defeat the same way a knock out was. As Oozaru Conri punched downwards, Ninjin couldn’t help but wonder if his fist was going to go straight through the arena. The Icer planted something on the ground and hopped out of the way nimbly, using his smaller more nimble size to get out of the way of the giant’s fist.
Conri’s fist smacked into the thing and exploded, perhaps saving him from punching through the tiles of the arena floor. The grenade appearing thing seemed to do little to the beast’s fist aside from burning the hair around his hand. The beast shrugged it off and shot electricity out of somewhere towards the Icer. Smiling, Ninjin nodded.
“Perhaps you can win this after all Mouse.”
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Sept 15, 2013 22:36:41 GMT -5
Akassa, like her brother had no real investment in the Championship round yet still she was here. The entire Hattori group, Ninjin, Leke, Celeh, Truffle and herself had lost…a fourth of those that made it to the final prelim round having been defeated. Shaking her head some the Princess steps up to the railing, gently grabbing onto it as she leans down to watch the fighters enter the ring. A Hattori should have been walking onto that platform. After her loss she had been certain that Ninjin would easily win his way through the rest of the tournament, but he had struggled in every fight and lost two rounds later. The two had a better understanding of each other now, but they also both understood they had lost, both having underestimated the tournament as a whole.
Watching Conri come out first she had to admit she was surprised at the crowd’s reaction, the half-saiyan getting more cheers than she would have expected. With her scouter on she could see he was actually just about her level in power, snorting some at how much he had risen in power since their meeting on the streets a couple of nights before. If it came to a real fight she would crush him, there was no doubt in that, at least in her mind. Licking her lips she looks to the other side of the arena as she waits for his Icejin opponent to appear. Moments later he finally shows himself, her eyes going wide as the numbers on her scouter climb even higher than her maximum, quite higher actually. Akassa had never fought an Icejin, but it was quite apparent that this one at least possessed power. Grinning some she hoped in the future she would have her chance to test herself against one.
Leaning into the railing she watches the fight as it takes a quick and sudden turn when Conri launches a ball of energy into the air. She knew that attack, it was one she was not allowed to train with and not allowed to learn. Because of the restrictions on her she had little control over her Oozaru form. Watching the ball rise up she turns, throwing an arm over her eyes, not wanting to be forced into the powerful form. Seconds passed yet she heard no symphony of roars, the Princess having expected any Saiyan or Half-Saiyan with a tail in the arena to transform. Hearing nothing of the sort she does hear an explosion, looking to see that the new and improved Conri had driven his fist into the platform, resulting in some sort of explosion. Slightly confused she had missed Frigid’s quickly laid trap, only seeing the smoking hand of the large ape that now inhabited the arena.
Letting out a sigh of relief she was glad something had prevented her from transforming, no doubt the energy absorbing barrier around the platform blocking the Blutz waves as well. Looking to the side she noticed Ninjin watching the fight some distance down the railing from her. The two had spoken at length since their match and she did not hesitate to approach him. Still she takes her time, walking down the railing, her eyes on the match as she approaches the Prince. Many actually seemed to recognize who she was, most even moving out of the way without her having to say anything. She supposed it was because she had observed most fights from up here, not to mention how much the crowd had enjoyed watching her match with Ninjin…and watching him kick her across the side of the face…such rabble.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Sept 16, 2013 11:27:17 GMT -5
Azazel was once again in the arena, watching the final match of the Galactic tournament. She had heard that Banduk had lost to a man called Frigid. She was very interested is seeing such a person that could defeat her friend. With Alexandria by her side the two of them make their way over to a few empty seats. Alexandria showed more interest in the fight than Azazel did, but that was expected. Ever since Azazel had taken her out of the Gamma Slums, it has seemed like everything was a brand new experience to the child. Azazel listened to the the first name get introduced, it was a man named Conri Lane. She had never seen this person before, but that wasn’t the name she was waiting to hear. Next they announced Conri’s opponent, the person referred to as Frigid.
Azazel got to the edge of her seat, trying to get a better look at the man, there was something about him that was familiar to her. Then it hit her that was one of the three men that talked her out of making a mistake that day. The man that said he would make Soul regret what he had done to the two captives. It has been quite some time since she had seen him around, she had no idea that he was in the tournament She began to wonder if he would recognize her without the two horns beaming on her forehead. Leaning back Azazel closed her eyes, she was going to try and relax while the fight was going on. Sounding like an impossibly task since the crowd was going crazier than usual. Then something happened that was going to keep Azazel’s attention
”Monkey!” Alexandria screamed pointing at the ring
Her eyes still closed ”There isn’t a monkey fighting in the arena child, I think you are looking at something else.” Azazel said with a smile on her face.
”Look Azazel it’s a giant monkey!” Alexandria screamed
Slowly opening her eyes, Azazel almost jumps out of her seat. The child had been right, it appeared that Conri Lane has somehow transformed into a giant monkey. She didn’t understand why that happened, but had to figure it had something to do with the orb that was tossed into the air. Maybe there was something interesting about watching these fights, Azazel now couldn’t be more interested in the fight. Looking around she wondered if any of the other people that she has interacted with are also here viewing the match.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 16, 2013 20:38:55 GMT -5
Off in the darkness, far from the Prince, Princess or estranged friends, Willie Watson hid. His hood drawn and his back slumped; he stood to the back of the aisle atop the raised reporting amongst the shadows. He was too ashamed of the atrocities that the demon within had committed. Bags hung beneath his eyes; he had witnessed the terrors through the footage of his match with Azazel and nightmares had resulted.
Young Watson was tortured by the mere thought of the evils he had brought upon people. He had watched people in the crowd scream in pain; blood vessels rupturing in their eyes while some began to shake uncontrollably. A few of the elderly among the crowd simply closed their eyes, never to open again, the wail too overwhelming for their meager souls.
It haunted him to his very core, and his shame came out every time someone passed him for the concession stand or bathroom. Each glancing view, every wandering eye, reddened his face and knotted his tongue. But he had to see the finals; had to see how it would all end. Something in him had to know; so despite his internal agony he crept in after most had taken their seats, careful to avoid detection.
“No fucking way, God delivered you right to my doorstep.”
But not careful enough, another passerby paused just as Willie was entranced by the giant ape’s appearance. Watson had stepped forward, lifting his head to better see the growing action; an action which allowed the man to recognize him. Blood froze as ice in his veins, bringing a chill to his young frame as he turned away from the source.
“I’m sorry sir… You must be mistaken…”
Pulling his hood higher, he tucked his hands in his pockets and his chin to chest and stared at his feet as he went to walk. A strong grip upon his shoulder stopped him, spinning him on his heels with an angry tug. A tall well-built man stood before him, a vengeful fire in his eyes.
“No you piece of shit; I know just who you are, you’re Zasham.”
Willie swallowed hard as he continued to stare at his feet. His face burned as the red eyed demon came to his mind; he still could not believe himself to be this thing. How could he ever cause so much pain?
“No-no… I-I’m not, I’m Willie Watson-”
The firm hand thrust hard against his collarbone, throwing him up against the wall. This man was not to be denied the confrontation he so desired.
“Call yourself whatever the fuck you want but you’re the bastard who killed my mother!”
No more explanations were allowed, as a fist came across Willie’s face but this didn’t stun him anymore than the sorrows his words carried. Another fist came into his gut as he thought about his own mother. Every day he faced the potential of losing his own and yet he still could not imagine a life without her. Yet this poor man, who was now driving knee after knee into the young boy’s midsection, had lost her.
And it was all his fault.
“I’m so sorry…”
The man snarled before giving a small grin. Finally he could avenge his mother, a woman who had spent what little money she had left to see this galaxy’s greatest event.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.”
The man drew back, and Willie, completely unfazed by the blows, just stared as the strike neared him. He deserved this punishment just as the man deserved to revenge his mother. If he could give this poor victim some satisfaction, it would be but one small step towards his penance; if such was even possible.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 21:46:21 GMT -5
After having been somewhat lost, IIshavoh finally came upon the observation area of the arena. The door slid open as he slowly made his way inside as he looked at the other people who were observing the final round. But his eyes locked onto someone he knew, as he made his way in a row of seats behind hers, as he silently sat down behind Alexandria and Azazel. He watched the match for a few moments, before he leaned forward with a smile, as he gently blew into Azazel's ear.
"Boooo!" He said as he let off a soft chuckle. "You two miss me?" He said, as he gently rubbed Alexandria's head. "I know I missed you two!" He added as he gazed down at the fight again. He wasnt very sure when the tournament started, and was starting to wish He was activated in time to join up.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Sept 16, 2013 22:36:16 GMT -5
Azazel was looking around still, waiting to see if she could see anyone she recognized. There were a lot of people here now and there was still more flooding in. There were two people she was able to get a quick glimpse of before they were blocked by others walking by. She recognized the saiyan prince and princess, Ninjin and Akassa Hatorri. She had watched the two of them fight in the preliminary rounds and even got a chance to talk to Ninjin earlier. She hadn’t yet talked to Akassa, but she would like to at some point, hopefully before she leaves Omega.
”Azazel are you paying attention to the match, it is very interesting. Stop looking around and watch the fight already.”
”Alright Alexandria I will stop looking around now, calm down. I was only seeing if there was anyone else here that I have met.”
Azazel watched as Frigid was sliding between the giant apes legs grabbing onto his tail. Azazel didn’t know why he would do such a thing, but the with the clear size advantage maybe being close to him was the safest place. Looking down at Alexandria she sees the enjoyment in her. It was crystal clear that this was her first tournament. There was still so much that she didn’t know about the child, but they were going to be spending a long time together. A few more minutes passed by when Azazel felt something or someone blow into her ear. Her fist clenched she was ready to strike at who ever it was, quickly turning around she was glad she didn’t attack the man behind her.
”Booo! You two miss me? I know I missed you two.” IIshavoh said
”IISHAVOH!! It has been so long since we saw you how have you been?”
”It is good to see you again IIshavoh, we have been wondering what you were up to. You seem different, did something happen to you when we went separate ways?”
It had been a long time since they had seen IIshavoh, she was wondering if he was going to shop up here or not. Well since he was here she began to wonder who else was going to show up. It would be good to talk to others again, she hoped Banduk would make his presence known. A lot has happened to her since their training session in the Arena gym.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 23:44:05 GMT -5
IIshavoh was happy to see them remember him, even though it was a good while since they met on the streets. "Been ok I guess Alexandria, been through alot since our last meeting." He replied, as he looked over to Azazel. "As a matter of fact ya, quite a bit. A very long, and unpleasant story Ill have to tell you about later" He replied as he patted Azazel on her head. "And how are you two doing? Enjoying the show? Staying out of trouble Azazel?" He asked as his eyes caught a glimpse of Akassa. Realizing that he might get in trouble if he was seen in public by her, as he slunk back in his seat a bit, trying to hide himself a bit so she couldnt see him instantly.
"I...Think it might be a good idea not to hang around here for too long..." He said, seemingly a bit nervous as his eyes were still somewhat locked on Akassa.
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Post by Man on Sept 18, 2013 22:42:57 GMT -5
The bowl of angry individuals was packed. Everyone was waiting anticipatingly for the final competitors to rise to the stage and show the universe who the strongest fighter was. Thanks to Lord Arctic, Man could understand clearly what was going on; although, naturally, he was there on a mission, not to enjoy the display of tactics and power. On one side, stood ‘Frigid’ the Icejin he witnessed by chance in the only match he was present for. On the other side of the stage, there was a saiyan he had never heard of with blue hair. Man knew it was a saiyan because of the protruding tail, but he would have never guessed otherwise. Saiyans were mainly known for their black hair and black eyes, but he had never heard of blue hair.
Regardless, there were many things Man did not know, including the blistering audience raging from their seats. His built-in scouter beeped non-stop at the overflow of population. It was a systematic process of detection, evaluation, consideration, and dismissal. Although the stalls were brimming with lively individuals, only a handful were worthy of notice; some of which he actually recognized, like the saiyan princess Akassa and his target IIshavoh. As usual, Man hid in the shadow's shadow where he could observe a panorama of social activity; over a tree. The branches were strong enough to support him, the leaves concealed his body and the shadows obstructed his presence. Only those with scouters themselves would be able to find him.
Model Zero found himself in a plaza of valuable information. Although miscellaneous, he was learning all kinds of faces and names; such as the black alien Zasham whom was getting beaten up by a random spectator. Man's attention, however, was promptly swiped away by a feat he had never known about the saiyans. He watched as the blue man suddenly grew a muzzle and coat, growing rapidly about ten times his normal size and dominating the stage in both reach and power. Man squint an eye as a means to cope with the excess power emanating from the giant ape. The digits rose in little to no seconds, marking one of the highest power-levels he had ever experienced. Just as before, Model Zero had already determined the victor of the match by using pure statistics and observation; although, he recognized now that an unexpected element of imperfection which seemed embedded into mortal lives could cause the big monkey to lose his grip on the match. His increased size may have given him the capabilities of a god, but within such confined space, a single wrong step could cause him the fight in an uneventful ring-out.
The android's scrutinizing eyes then shifted to the glowing orb of light in the air, the catalyst of his transformation. It's relation to the saiyan unknown, Man lacked sufficient data to determine why such a technique would entice such a drastic transformation. And whether it was native to the saiyans or not -otherwise, why were the countless apes in the audience not changing just like Conri? The most logical conclusion based on his current database entailed that it was some kind of trademark ability which only that particular saiyan could perform. Even an android couldn't readily see through the active barrier which blocked the blutz waves from the audience; at least, not with the naked eye. But, the glimmering light still seemed to possess 'some' effect on him.
Man stared, wide-eyed, as a moth is to a flame. He fell into a transitive state of mind and absent consciousness. Trying to recall the fleeting memory which seemed to elude him at every corner. The orb felt so inviting, so familiar. His body suddenly became stiff and electrical currents sparked sporadically. Man gasps when the very image of an infernal ape manifests and invades the visual frame of his inner consciousness. It was screaming at him with those red eyes full of hatred and scorn. Model Zero props his hands to rest his head, leaning on the tree to avoid falling to the ground. The mental image had faded without a trace, leaving him in utter disarray.
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Post by Banduk Gundu on Sept 22, 2013 12:38:40 GMT -5
Frigid. The man who bested Banduk Gundu Jr. in the semi-final round of the first-ever Galactic Tournament. The battle was immensely satisfying, but by no means easy. It was a grueling match that left Banduk broken in the end, his spirit and body both crushed under the pressure felt in fighting such a strong opponent. Looking back, the Namekian actually felt pretty bad about the way he was thinking in the ring. More than once, he had to swallow his pride and accept that he'd lost, a feeling that was unfamiliar to him. Back on his home planet, he was always good at keeping a level head during training, but it appeared Pitka's plan worked out rather well.
"Take the honor of being Namek’s champion and see if you can find the spirit of battle within yourself."
The spirit of battle... Banduk certainly found it in this competition. Unfortunately, his next order of business was to keep that spirit under control. In the beginning of his match with the Icejin, Banduk did well in keeping his mind under control. Even while under the effects of the Fierce Body, his drive was focused and unhindered by emotion (save for a hint of fear thanks to his opponent's transformation). Toward the end of the fight, however, things got rough. Banduk was forced to take Frigid's hand in order to stand up, something that, at the time, dealt a major blow to the Namekian's psyche. He didn't want to rely on Frigid's help in order to finish the match, and it almost seemed like the Icer was showing mercy, or even pity... But now that the adrenaline was gone and the fight was over, Banduk had a clear enough head to be glad his opponent showed such a level of sportsmanship. Frigid wasn't going easy on Banduk, only offering another chance to continue the battle that thrilled both them and the audience so much.
Now, Banduk watched. The left side of his body rested on a crutch, which was tucked under his armpit snugly. His forearms were both bandaged, and his left leg wore a simple wooden brace to keep the bones from feeling too much stress. There were healing tanks of some sort at the arena's facility, but Banduk much preferred natural healing methods aided by his own techniques. While he had yet to master the art of Namekian healing, he knew enough to help his muscles mend themselves more quickly over time.
The Warrior was perched in the stands of the arena, gazing down at Frigid's stage. The final round was about to begin with a fight named Conri, which Banduk had yet to research. He learned about his opponents one at a time, and now that he was eliminated, he saw no need to find out more about the other finalist. He preferred to keep things a surprise, especially now that he was rooting for his Icejin rival. While it was rather informal, Banduk certainly looked up to the Icejin as a sort of rival, a target to surpass. They were almost equal in power, and Banduk even had a significant upper hand during the middle of their fight. The factor that gave Frigid his win, of course, was Gundu's reckless technique that ended up exhausting him far too greatly.
The Fierce Body... Banduk pondered its effects, wondering if there was perhaps a way to improve it, hone the technique in some way. He was fairly confident that, given the nature of the ability, he would never be able to eliminate its negative effects completely. But still, there had to be something he could do to in order to improve himself. There was always room for improvement, this was a constant in ever aspect of fighting. The Fierce Body was far from perfect, just like Banduk's skill as a whole.
But that matter was for another day. For now, Banduk watched as Frigid and his opponent emerged, both ready to fight. It would be an entertaining showdown. Of that, Banduk was quite sure.
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Post by Celeh on Sept 25, 2013 14:17:47 GMT -5
Celeh was standing on the viewing deck specifically for tournament contestants. There were others as well, but she did not wish to speak right now. This was a grand battle on a grand stage, and it deserved the honor of her full attention. It was likely that the two fighters in the ring right now were the best that the galaxy had to offer. Celeh had no doubts that one of them certainly deserved the title of Galactic Champion for having made it this far. She only made it to the second round in the tournament before being defeated, but they had gone all the way.
She questioned herself in the back of her mind, wondering who she should root for. She knew next to nothing about these two fighters. She'd watched parts of other matches they'd been in, and she knew that Frigid, the Ice-jin, had been the one to defeat Banduk. That Namekian warrior still perplexed her in many ways. His heart was full of fire, but his presence was stern, yet peaceful. To a saiyan, who lived to fight for the sake of fighting alone, this was almost incomprehensible. For someone like that with a calm state of mind and such a strong will to be defeated...Celeh knew that this Ice-jin must be an incredibly powerful warrior. She gritted her teeth and kept her gaze narrowed on the arena as they made the opening moves of their battle.
Their movements were so fast that, for the most part, they were a blur to the soldier. She smirked as she realized just how far above her they really were. That was her goal. That's the kind of power she would need to break free from her current destiny and forge a new one from the ashes. But she did have hope...for they were only a blur, and not invisible to her. They were within reach...if only from an insane amount of sacrifice and effort, but still...they weren't unreachable.
As the power ball appeared, Celeh closed her eyes and grimaced. She didn't know about the energy absorbing barrier being attuned to soak up Blutz waves as well, but after a few moments she opened her eyes slowly and looked around. None of the others had transformed. Her tail flicked lightly before wrapping around her waist again and she sighed in relief. The soldier then turned her attention back to the fight in time to see Conri's hand land in Frigid's sticky trap. Her smirk persisted as she watched them, her eyes moving along the arena and following their movements as much as she could keep up.
The fighting intensified and Celeh's attention locked on the battle, tuning out all else without a second thought or glance to anyone around her now. Her mind blacked out, only visualizing herself and the two in the ring. She could see herself standing right there at ringside, arms crossed just like she was now, watching their every move. If she could glean something from this fight...learn from it in some way...she would have to. She needed that stepping stone to move up. Her eyes focused intently on their fighting technique, the flow of their energy, their stances, and special abilities.
At the moment it seemed like the fight may be nearing a conclusion, but who was to say for sure?
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Sept 27, 2013 22:05:23 GMT -5
Azazel must have been talking to IIshavoh for longer than she thought, cause when she turned around to look back at the fight there was no more giant monkey. The two combatants had beaten the hell out of each other It looked like Conri was charging an attack at Frigid, but Frigid seemed prepared for it launching an attack of his own. If IIshavoh was going to try to talk to Azazel she wasn’t going to hear him. Her attention was completely focused on what was happening in the arena. She watched as the two blasts slammed into each other, the blast was bigger than anything that Azazel has ever seen. Looking away for just a second, she quickly looked back into the arena to see both fighters outside on the ground.
”Wait, what just happened? Is this really how the tournament is going to end? With a double knock out, that can’t be, that just doesn’t make sense. After all of this time here the tournament is just going to end with a double knock out.”
Azazel waited to see if Zex was going to say anything about it, but giving a quick look around. She could tell that everyone else there was just as confused as she was. Wondering what was going to happen next, there was no way the tournament was going to end in a double knockout. No doubt Alexandria was confused as to what was going on, but she didn’t yet understand most things about the world.
”Azazel what happened? Why are both of the fighters lying outside the arena. Aren’t the two of them supposed to be fighting each other?” Alexandria said tugging onto Azazel’s cloak.
”I don’t know what happened Azazel, but I think we can leave. We are going to have to wait till we hear them decide a winner. I know you would want to talk to IIshavoh a little longer, but we have to start getting ready to leave. We need to decide whether or not we are going to Earth or the Moon.”
”Alright Azazel that’s fine, I am sure we are going to see IIshavoh again at some point.”
Azazel grabbed onto Alexandria’s hand and began to leave IIshavoh, Alexandria would turn around giving him a wave. Trying to find her way to the arena, she noticed Banduk a few feet a head of her. She really wanted to talk to him and see how he was doing. He looked pretty banged up from his earlier fight, but Azazel didn’t have much time.
Passing by Banduk whispering to him ”Hey Banduk it is really good to see you again. I wish I could stay a little longer but I am headed to either the Earth or the Moon. When I return to Namek I hope to see you there.”
Passing Banduk she finds an exit, she has experienced a lot of things on Omega, but she didn’t find Silitha. Hopefully Silitha was on Earth, she really wanted to find her sister more than anything. She really hoped that Silitha was there so her search could be over and she could return to her home. Where ever that may be.
(Exiting thread requesting PL)
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 30, 2013 12:57:23 GMT -5
(Just a note to clear up any misconceptions; Zasham is not in majin form. He is currently shapeshifted to appear as the human Willie Watson.)
William Watson Jr. had resigned himself to the righteous beating of the man he had unintentionally wronged, even turning his head to watch the match as the motherless man wore himself out. It was an intense fight between what was proving to be two incredible warriors. Willie could only hope to have their strength; not necessarily physically but rather spiritually.
They were always in control, something he had proven to lack.
“Bleed… Damn you…!”
The brute barked between breaths, though it was no use; unknown to either man, Zasham’s rubbery body absorbed the weak impacts with ease. Surely, amongst his friends he was strong and well used to making men bleed, but he was far too weak to see the rarity that was Majin blood.
“Pay attention when I’m beating your ass!”
He said, undoubtedly noticing William’s multitasking of spectating and being assaulted. Pulling back, his fist began to glow as the boy could feel ki gathering in the closed hand. It wasn’t too surprising to see humans capable of mastering the intangible energy; it had almost become commonplace amongst the race’s strong. They had come a long way in thirteen hundred years.
“I hope demon’s gnaw on your flesh as the flames in hell roast you for eternity you piece of shit.”
The reference to an outdated belief of an antiquated religion was followed by an energy infused fist. Surprisingly this did some damage, at least enough to reveal that William’s skin was not normal. William flew back a foot into the wall, but he never felt the impact nor see how inhumanly his body handled the blow.
“And that was only the beginning!”
He stepped forward, fingers clenched around a collecting energy once more, when William looked up; the whites of his eyes an eerie midnight, his irises a frightening crimson. As the punch neared his face Zasham, wrenching control of the majin vessel from the goodhearted boy, opened his mouth, revealing rows of needle like teeth which had formed but a moment before.
“What the-!?”
But he was already commited to the strike, and it was too little too late. As if a serpent unhinging his jaw the being, which appeared for intensive purposes to be the meager human Willie Watson, opened it’s mouth wider than the human anatomy would possibly allow. The fool could only look on as his hand entered the unnatural mouth; more alike a shark’s than a human’s.
CRUNCH
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
A bloodcurdling scream erupted from deep within the assailant as he stumbled back, falling to a seated position as he clutched his arm; it had been bitten off halfway up the forearm. Stunned, his compatriots could only stand and stare while Zasham chewed, an act which appeared almost comical due to the size of the ingested arm and the inhuman way his cheeks expanded and compressed with ease.
“Yummy. Zasham want more.”
He took a single step away from the wall which he had been thrust up against a moment ago. That one step sent the motherless onearmed man and his entire posse scurrying, screams of terror echoing in their wake. However after that one step the shapeshifted creature paused. This of course was not Zasham’s doing; if his desires were fulfilled he would currently be sitting on the a pile of the mens’ collective corpses, pulling them apart one limb at a time as he hungered.
The momentary lapse of control, caused by the sudden jolt to the head William took when he hit the wall, was pass. Watson looked about, insanely confused by the scurrying screams. Feeling a wetness on his lips he brought his sleeve across, only to be horrified by the sight of copious blood. Many had moved away, and those who dared now stared at him in shock.
“I-I…”
There was no reasonable explanation to dispell the judging eyes, so just as the two combatants fell, exhuasted from a fight well fought, William turned and raced away, into the shadows of the hallway before dissapearing into the exiting masses. His heart pounded in his ears and the young boy couldn’t tell if he was running from the fearful gazes…
Or himself.
(Zeni)
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Post by Man on Oct 4, 2013 13:54:13 GMT -5
Man abruptly woke up wondering where he was and with who. His hands were rested over the handle of his energy saber just in case. The crowd wasn't as lively as before, some of them seemed shocked and others outright disappointed. The android followed their gaze to the arena, where an Icejin and a Saiyan with blue hair lay unconsciously on the ground. Recalling what Lord Arctic had told him, if they stepped out of the stage, a 'Ring-Out' would be proclaimed. But he was never explained about this scenario. What happens when they were both out?
Man sighed and lowered his eyes to the ground as the audience began to walk towards the entrance like a pack of sheep. He was deep in thought, contemplating the meaning of what he had seen. He gasped and glanced at the sky. The glowing orb was no longer there. Did he make it up? It was the only thing he could remember, and then an enormous ape formed on the stage. Everything became a little hectic after that. Man closed his eyes, trying to remember, when that same face suddenly surged from the depths of his mind and screeched at him. Man was startled and fell out of the tree and into some bushes. It wasn't a dream. What happened?
(Zeni)
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Long live the Queen.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Oct 14, 2013 20:05:31 GMT -5
Hey all, post your last post or what you want for reward in this so we can post it up for Grading! I think everyone has pretty much done what they wanted in it....
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