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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on May 3, 2015 18:26:20 GMT -5
"Boy, this ends now. If you try and leave this city again, I will not rush off to fight you else where. I will instead stay here help my sister kill off your allies and anyone who would be willing to help you. I will make sure anyone who would rise against the Empire dies screaming. I will flay the skin from their bones while they live. All because you ran." The man barked with a sadistic smugness that rippled through his entire being.
Kurosanai could feel his back grinding against the ground as the pavement buckled and split beneath him. Dirt slipped into his hair and screamed filled the air. Kurosanai slipped his feet under the Saiyan’s chest and flipped him up through the air off of him. Once he had he would roll quickly back to his feet with his staff extended out in front of him with it in a ready position. Luckily the two had landed in one of the areas of the city that had been evacuated already. That could at least rest on his conscious a little easier. The fact that he was not able to escape the city to have their fight there was his biggest regret. Now lives would be endangered once again because of his inability to drag the fights away. The thing that seemed to stick in his mind for a moment was what the Saiyan said. Never once had either one of them given a hint at their identities but now he had. The brother of the Queen? If this was true then that would mean that he was Nasu Hattori by process of elimination since both Ninjin and Leke Hattori had died months ago. That was of course if he wasn’t one of the rumored bastard children of the late Saiyan King Tsuyo Hattori.
Breathing deeply Kurosanai would begin to focus himself. His Akai Kiretsu emblazoned and staring back at the Saiyan as he prepared for war. No longer was he adorned with the tamer looking Aoiro no Tsuisata and from his own personal opinion it was a much more intimidating appearance. His heels dug into the ground as he yelled out, “Nasu Hattori…the attempted murderer of his own father…leader to the Red Flags who helped attack New Vegeta…and indiscriminate little prick who hides in his sister’s shadow. You are just as pathetic as your reputation insinuates.” The words would be meant to bite. “Tell me how did it feel going back to the self proclaimed empress sporting a missing limb? What do you have under there a peg leg?”
Motioning to his own head he smirked a little. “You see you didn’t do me harm. In fact you made me more powerful for it. While from what I have heard you have been having a hard time getting it up.” The reference was meant to be in regards to his ability to go Super Saiyan. He had heard rumors, which were at best little more than bar talk, that he had mysteriously lost the ability to go Super Saiyan. It appeared to be a lie but even if it was true it would probably sting. His hands tightened around his staff as he fought the urge to plunge head long into battle. He had to buy as much time as he could to give the rest of populace the ability to escape from the city. The thought of having this many civilian deaths that were accrued due to his actions was stomach turning.
“Let’s be honest between the two of us. You are no better than your sister’s dog that barks when she lets you. You are nothing more than a peon who can’t think for himself. You failed to kill me six months ago and you will fail to kill me here today!” Kurosanai proclaimed defiantly. He was ready for whatever the Saiyan had planned with his Akai Kirestu extending out in all directions around them.
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on May 5, 2015 16:46:40 GMT -5
Nasu always convinced himself he was a complex man, that he was full of conflicting emotions, that he had deep seated needs and thoughts. But fuck that. Deep, deep down he was simple. He enjoyed beating the hell out of people he didn't like. And right now he was quiet happy doing just that.
He almost felt like whistling a tune as he drove the human freak through a human building. As he felt the concrete and steel crash into the peasant's back and then break. He wished he could hear the sound of ribs snapping, of the screams coming from his soon to be dead peasant. But the sounds of the buildings collapsing around him were too loud.
Finally Nasu drove the man's face into the pavement below eliciting much the same reaction as with the buildings. The pavement broke under Nasu's power and the man's face taking the damage it so rightfully deserved. Fuck his face. Nasu thought with a sadistic smugness that seemed to ripple through his entire being. It was a good feeling, he found he liked it a lot.
The man stood and began to monologue. Why the hell did villains like this always feel the need to monologue without fighting? Stupid strategy overall. Still Nasu had his senses extended and they were far from everyone, including the evacuation. He ignored most of the man's words focusing instead on ways to get the fight back towards the people he would hostage into an unfair advantage.
He did take note however that the little prick seemed to know his name, he didn't recall giving it to him, that said he was second in line to the throne at the moment. And hell he was probably at least a minor celebrity being one of the most powerful beings in the known universe. Nasu's senses extended further feeling the man who had molested his sister...not the second strongest anymore, but he was still up there. And as that man would be dead shortly Nasu felt confident in his own power.
That in mind he felt for the closest group of people evacuating and began hovering in the air towards them. He began to spin rapidly putting his hands out in front of him all the while talking calmly to the man.
"Yes, yes you know who I am. It's good you can recognize me, I thought I might have to shout for you to remember since last I recall, someone here didn't have any eyes." He began shooting ki blasts rapid fire, some at the man, some at civilians, some just hitting and leveling buildings that were unfortunate enough to be near. It would be interesting to see if the man would take a literal bullet to protect those who he blathered on earlier about.
"And now you have techno rave colored eyes. Fantastic!" The pace Nasu spun and fired picked up showering the ground around him with explosions. "It's only fair I add some strobe lights to your party then."
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on May 12, 2015 22:29:44 GMT -5
Kuro had three targets that Nasu Hattori had decided to go after. Some empty buildings, himself and then some civilians that had not been able to evacuate yet. If he had only had one option on who to save then it would be without the civilians. Luckily from some quick math in his head he would be able to make it in front of the civilians, what happened to him was of little consequence. He had to buy time for the people evacuating the city. The first couple of blasts ripped into through the empty buildings bringing them down in a heap of smoke and rubble. Kurosanai did not wait for the Saiyan murderer to turn towards the people as he flew as fast as he could to intercept path of destruction. He just made it in time as the blasts hurdled towards the group. Kuro struck outwards with his staff driving it at the first couple of blasts causing them to careen off into some empty buildings causing them to erupt into explosions sending them down towards the ground. The next couple began to overwhelm Kurosanai causing him to strike outwards more and it then that he would not be able to keep this up forever. With a quick swipe of his staff he drove the final two blasts into the ground causing it to erupt in a great cloud of smoke. When it did the ground beneath Kurosanai gave way sending him down into what appeared a subway tunnel.
His feet touched the ground before he charged forward. Thanks to his eyes he was able to see through the very concrete that had separated the two of them. Compressing his staff he tucked it back onto his belt as he stopped just under the murderer. His ki signature burned brightly on the street above and with a smile Kurosanai shot upwards like a shot out of a canon. The ceiling above him would give way like a knife through hot butter. As he emerged from the street beneath the Saiyan’s feet his right hand would be glowing a frost blue, its intended target was the knee of his remaining organic leg. If he managed to evade this attack his left hand would shoot upwards sending a torrent of flames at his face. With the aid of the cloak he had retrieved from Sebastian back in the grandiose halls of Belegost the Saiyan would not be able to feel him coming and with luck he did not see him fall into the subway. It would only be a split second from where he disappeared to the attack from under the street.
“Let’s give you a matching set!” Kurosanai roared as he reappeared. “Such pathetic trash like yourself can’t get it up and is too cowardly to even dream of fighting opponent one on one. Did I really steal that much courage from you or was that never there to begin with?” The tone was one of absolute mockery and insult. It was in the Saiyan’s court, time to see how cowardly he was.
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on May 13, 2015 10:21:00 GMT -5
There's a funny thing about being on fire not many people realize, having not been on fire themselves. It fucking hurts. Oh everyone in their life has been walking barefoot and stepped one a stray Lego. They surely thought, "Oh wow, my foot hurts like hell, there can not possibly be any pain in the universe, known or unknown worse than what I am experiencing right now." But they're wrong, Nasu had also stepped on a Lego as a child and experienced what he believed was the universal height of pain. Then his face got set on fire...
*** The blind boy wonder took the bait, he rushed to save the civilians. After all they had done literally nothing wrong, it looked like one of them was littering as they ran away which was kind of a dick move. Another had a face, Nasu thought, made him look like a douche bag. But neither crime really deserved death via incineration from energy blast. So the wanna-be hero raced off determined to protect the civilians he refused to accept he had put in danger in the first place.
Explosions circled the man and the group he sought to protect as his staff whirled sending his blasts off in every direction. A thick cloud of smoke and dust soon blocked the group from Nasu's view and immediately he stopped firing. Nasu never understood how the prick did it but he managed not to just lower his energy signature but completely hide it. And with the boy out of his direct line of sight the little prick could be anywhere.
Nasu watched as a building the wanna be hero deflected his blasts towards collapsed under the stress from all the explosions and fell directly on the area where the civilians had been standing moments before. He shrugged, it looks like some things are inevitable. (The universe must have agreed that guy looked like a douche and needed to be dealt with). The collapse of the building did show him one thing though. The building fell through the cloud of dust...and right through the street, into a complex tunnel system below.
Nasu's eyes widened in shock as he realized what happened a moment too late.
The boy burst from directly underneath him at astonishing speeds. Nasu saw him reaching for his remaining leg and in a knee-jerk reaction* brought his leg back out of reach of the boy's hand. Unfortunately and seemingly much to this conceited ass plan he whipped his other hand up and fire engulfed the right side of Nasu's face.
Nasu instinctively took a breath in to scream but the searing hot air scorched his lungs leaving him shouting soundlessly. His formerly long hair burned down to inches in seconds, the skin melted and scarred instantly, and Nasu's stolen eye flashed with power for the first time lighting up bright orange visable even through the flames and smoke. It flashed fiery orange in response to the flame and in sharp contrast to it's partner which glowed bright Super Saiyan blue.
For a second the pain consumed him much as the fire had. But in a fight being still meant death. Instincts took over and for a saiyan prince there is no fight or flight. Just fight.
His hand shot out attempting to grab the arm that had caused him so much pain to move the fire away from his body. Once more electricity would shoot down his arm, but only the arm that attempted to grab the boy, he needed to lock his muscles, just for an instant. In his other hand he would gather his destructo disk. It wasn't much use from range but the boy's charge had brought him point blank range.
The boy had taken Nasu's leg, he had destroyed Nasu's face. Now it was time for Nasu to take the boy's arm as the first part of an extensive payment plan.
Nasu would whip his destructo disk point blank while electricity locked the boy's muscles in place. Not at his head, but instead attempting to sever the boy's arm from his body.
*haha knee jerk...see what I did there. Yea you do. (Yes the author actually laughed out loud at this terrible joke in real life)
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on May 15, 2015 22:39:28 GMT -5
The man’s face was engulfed in the torrent of fire that had leapt from his hand. Initially he had gone backwards in an effort to avoid Kurosanai’s first strike that had been intended to take his other leg. When he fell backwards though it appeared that he had opened his mouth to scream, the fool would have regretted that move almost immediately. His throat was probably burned to the point that he might not be able to talk and that would be a blessing to the world. When he burst forth from the flames with his skin red and bubbling on his face Kurosanai caught the glimpse of something he did not believe. For a split second he thought he saw the Aoiro no Tsuisata in the man’s eye. Getting lost in this thought was enough combined with the fact that the fallen prodigy was committed he was caught. Not only was he caught out of position but he was literally caught by the Saiyan.
As his fingers wrapped around his wrist his right hand began to rise to his side when electrical current ripped through his body. He felt every muscle in his body tense up in natural reaction. His eyes studied the half saiyan waiting for the moment to strike out and hurt the bubbling face that stared at him. When the saiyan’s left hand rose to the side Kuro’s eyes widened a bit as energy began to form in his hand. Kuro was not sure what was going on but he knew that he had to get away. The only problem was with the electric current coursing through his muscles painfully he was stuck in the man’s grasp. It was then that he called out to his staff to fly to his hand. It was an ability that Kosho had imbued within the Staff of Yomi; he said that being able to call a weapon to your hand could turn the tide of battle. He did not realize how right he was. However the staff did not answer Kuro’s call as the electricity continued to course through him.
He called out to it once again and he felt the staff twitch on the belt of the fallen prodigy. When he was ripped to the side he saw the energy disc cut through the air. Fully panicked and with coursing electricity Kurosanai was stuck. With one final cry of desperation in his mind the Staff of Yomi sprang from his belt to his empty right hand. Once it touched his hand the staff would immediately spring outwards towards the saiyan’s chest. Upon contact with him the electrical circuit would be complete and immediately send the electricity back to him. Due to the proximity of the two fighters together the staff jarred him backwards and just out of the grip of Nasu. However it would not be quick enough. The disc of energy soared through the air and just as he started to travel backwards thanks to his staff the disc would cut deeply through his forearm cause a burst of blood to shoot outwards. The momentum of being ripped to the side sent Kurosanai tumbling through the air and across the ground. The disc would continue through the air until it sliced through an air craft which spun and smashed into the building that was above Kurosanai yet there was no explosion.
The fallen prodigy struggled to get back to his feet as he tested the movement he still had in his left arm. To his pleasure there was not only feeling, though it would be hard miss due to the pain that coursed through it, and was still able to move it though the motion and strength seemed to be dwindled incredibly. Exhaling lightly a small cloud passed over the cut and quickly the pain dissipated, the bleeding stopped and the cut turned dark purple as the skin turned to a deep purple. Standing up and with his staff in front of him Kurosanai was ready for the next attack.
“You don’t have any new tricks up your sleeve? I am disappointed though I shouldn’t be surprised by a one eared man, can’t hear the lesson properly after all.” Kurosanai mocked as he tried to laugh off the rather severe wound that he had received. Just as he finished talking the air craft above decided to take its final step in its life. Since crashing it had not fully disappeared into the building, the fuel tank had been lightly spraying gas into the air. A simple spark caused an explosion to engulf the tank which in turn sent fire spewing outwards. As it did the fire light the gas that was still in lingering in the air which from their fell from the sky. The effect of this explosion was that it now appeared to be literally raining fire above Kuro creating a spectacular image. Without even realizing the scene around him he took a deep breath in and he felt a cold feeling beginning to grow within in his chest. Let him come, he would be ready.
(Charge One)
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on May 27, 2015 22:51:15 GMT -5
Nasu looked around and noticed he was no longer in the chaotic battle for his life. This should have struck him as strange, but fuck it weird things had a way of happening around the wanna be hero. Nasu had learned to roll with the punches in their first fight why should this one be any different. Looking around he noted he was in an open field and the grass blew gently in the wind.
Rubbing his head he felt blood along the side and what felt like a massive scar along the side of his face. His hair was standing straight up still, but it was shorter now. No more than an inch in length. Still rubbing his head he stood up fully. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud. Surprisingly enough though. I answered.
"You're unconscious you moron." I said my voice booming in the emptiness.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Nasu said clearly startled. "Who are you?! Where are you?!" he asked his head darting from side to side trying to find the source of my voice.
"I'm the narrator. And I'm everywhere." I said hoping that would answer his question. But after reviewing the rest of his life's work, I shouldn't have been surprised that it did not.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE THE NARRATOR?!" he asked his mind still clearly clouded.
"It means." I began as a light shone down from the heavens above. Nasu looked up and of course the light blinded him, because the idiot looked directly at it. "That I'm the one telling your story. It's not a very good story admittedly, but it's what I have to work with for now." I said as I stepped out of the beam of light.
Nasu looked up to find a man who looked oddly familiar, though he couldn't put his finger on h-.
"I look exactly like a Godly version of Morgan Freeman." I said cutting off his train of thought. "Remember, I'm the narrator, I can read the lines of explanation and know what you're thinking and or doing."
"That's impossible." Nasu laughed nervously.
"No no it's true, I'm responsible for narrating your life's story. I've told your tale to hundreds of people who took the time to read it."
"Hundreds?" Nasu asked honestly shocked.
"Well maybe a five or six people at least. Your story isn't very well written, plus you're kind of whiney and emo. Oh! And you make a lot of fairly stupid mistakes." I said. "Like letting your own attack be turned against you and getting your ass knocked unconscious. That was pretty dumb."
"I didn't do it on purpose!" he protested thinking this would somehow make the act any less stupid.
"And that matters how?"
"Well it should..." he said sullenly before looking up. "So what's this? Am I dead?" Nasu asked trying to get a feel for the afterlife.
"Well..." I didn't answer him outright. "You probably will be soon. You're not very good at this whole not getting the crap kicked out of you. Honestly you should probably let your sister fight most of your battles for you. She's actually a competent fighter."
"Hey!" Nasu shouted angry now, "Why don't you shut the fu-"
"Suddenly Nasu remembered his injuries and the pain that had been hidden behind being briefly unconscious all came rushing back." God Freeman said outloud and Nasu crumpled to the ground before him as the pain overwhelmed him.
"The hell was that for?!" he asked in a voice barely above a whimper.
"You forgot I kinda control your life. Want to try again?"
"No, no, I'll be good." Nasu said quietly.
"Good, now in a moment you're going to wake up. You're still going to be in a ton of pain. Mostly because you're an idiot. Try not to almost die again. Good luck!" with that Nasu's vision began to go black around the edges as he struggled back towards consciousness.
"Any final advise?!!!" Nasu shouted at the rapidly fading narrator.
"No."
******
Nasu took a deep breathe as he came too his eyes snapping open. A few feet away from him the wannabe hero was getting to his feet himself. His arm was bleeding, but feeling the pain on the side of his face Nasu felt this wasn’t exactly a good trade to make on his part.
“Fuck all.” he whispered his throat sore from pain and completely ignoring whatever it was the child across from him was saying. It was probably just some speech about how everyone needed hope or some bs like that.
The city was literally crumbling around him as buildings fell and evacuation planes blew up as the combined power in the city threw them off their intended courses. Oh and lest he forget; it was raining again. Just like in their last fight, but this time instead of rain, it was fire. It was raining fucking fire. For a moment Nasu wished he had stayed unconscious.
Pushing himself to his feet Nasu could feel the cold being drawn to the man in front of him. He didn’t smile. He was too hurt to take any satisfaction in this anymore, instead his face was set in a grim line. He was determined to see this through, no matter the consequences.
Putting his hands together out in front of him Nasu began to charge the technique his sister had passed down to him. His Big Bang Attack.He tried to think of something bad ass but then thought of that prick narrator getting to sound cool saying it in his perfect epic voice.
“Fuck that.” Nasu said as he began his charge.
****
Charge 1
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on May 30, 2015 21:12:41 GMT -5
Watching the Saiyan twitch with electricity was a bit enjoying considering everything that had happened. The electricity literally jumped from the staff and back into his body. The area had lit up briefly before Kuro was flung backwards. The blood that ran down his hand was warm and began to pool on the ground underneath. The crimson liquid was a hyponotizing as it seemed to call out to him. Not in a hunger but rather like it was literally calling out to him. His eyes flickered back towards Nasu Hattori where he found that he was back in the fight again. Instead of charging head long after Kurosanai like he had for the entire time he had known him. He had this sick fascination with trying to make Kuro suffer as much as possible. It was not surprising Tsuyo was known to go after anything with two legs and drew breath. Because of that he had created a depraved family situation where his wife murdered his bastards, one of said bastards rose up and killed most of the family and created Nasu. The man that killed on Earth for no other reason than he could. Such an individual did not belong in the universe.
Shifting his energy the cold would continue to grow within his chest meanwhile fiery heat would begin to also gather around the fallen prodigy of the Muzai. This fight was probably going to come down to whom could cause the most damage in this short burst. Nasu had extended his hand out in front of his chest with a ball of ki beginning to form in his open palm. There was nothing that Kurosanai had that would match it directly however he was craftier than that. Throughout his entire fight experience he was never able to match someone raw common techniques so he had to constantly outsmart them. Out smarting the Saiyan was proving not to be difficult, overcoming his raw power was the problem. Shifting his feet he would continue to keep his staff out in front of him as he tried to ready himself for what would be a massive explosion when the two blasts collided.
“So tell me. What was it like growing up on the streets constantly looking up to the palace thinking of nothing but revenge only to have it stolen out from under you by your sister? She murdered the man and woman you wanted to along with your brother. She is responsible for your loss of family. Yet you fight for her. Are you nothing but an unthinking dog?” Kurosanai prodded. The moronic Saiyan loved to trash talk apparently, Kurosanai also could. It would come down to who had the edge he supposed and then in that moment of frustration the winning blow could be struck.
(Charge Two)
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jun 1, 2015 9:57:05 GMT -5
(Saito has launched his attack. The city itself has begun to shake. I'm unsure how close you guys are to the blast but I trust your judgement as far as how it impacts your fight.)
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Jun 4, 2015 0:13:38 GMT -5
Power gathered in front of him as he poured all his energy into his Big Bang Attack. Around him his yellow aura flickered with electricity and every bolt made him flinch slightly. Fuck all getting electrocuted hurt. A lot. He quietly wondered if post traumatic stress was really a thing. It totally wasn't a thing, he would definitely be fine...another small bolt of electricity caused him to flinch visibly and he was pretty sure his leg was still having small muscle spasms....DAMN IT!
In that brief moment of inattentiveness while his mind wandered he almost lost control of his attack. It was actually only the mocking words of the nameless wanna-be in front of him that brought him back to reality. Though it did next to nothing for his control...
Nasu gritted his teeth in rage and even though his throat was still raw from the fire and the burns caused by screaming he couldn't stop himself from talking back. His voice however came out rough like he had spent the last 50 years smoking a pack a day. *The Marlboro man never had to deal with being lit on fire and electrocuted while conquering a new planet. Who was the real Cowboy now? *
"What's it like growing up on the streets?" Nasu said every word causing him pain, but nothing would stop his monologging, he would make a great super villain someday, "even the lowliest, homeless Saiyan child has more honor and strength than you earthlings. Your own king cowered before us and bent the knee rather have the spine to defend his own people. And at least my sister has the strength to right the wrongs from our past. To avenge our family. Clearly things are different on Earth, or someone would have killed your for all the innocent families you let die-" Nasu's words were cut off as what could only be described as an act of god destroyed the center of the city.
One minute there was a battle raging, the next an explosion he was sure would tear the planet to it's core. In the blink of an eye the center of the city, home of millions, gone.
Much more importantly his sister....
Nasu's eyes never left the human peasant in front of him as the shock wave hit sending a wall of wind, dust, and debris around the two fighters, but his mind raced. He couldn't take his concentration away from his charging attack but his thoughts were with his sister. He could still feel her energy, but it was fading...fast...
[Charge 2]
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 7, 2015 21:10:28 GMT -5
The wind blew past him harder than he had ever felt. Perhaps even stronger than when the planet Mement Mor was going to blow up. His Akai Kiretsu was blazoned with so much light that it nearly blinded him and forced him to shut his eyes and shake his head. Whatever was happening in the other fight against Akassa it seemed that the final blow might have been dealt. The fallen prodigy could not sense energy accurately but he was effective to tell that all of the energy signatures in that area were still there. Whatever had happened no one had died which could be both good and bad. Good that the defenders of Earth were still alive. Bad that Akassa may still be alive and pissed off. He needed to end this fight with Nasu as soon as he could but the two seemed to reach a stand off. He needed to coax the idiot brother of the Queen into attacking him so that he could end this fight.
Opening his eyes again he noticed something strange hovering behind Nasu Hattori. It appeared to be the image of another person, a silhouette almost. It seemed to be solidifying and in that moment a sparkle sent a chill through Kurosanai’s skin. There in the man’s left eye was in fact the Aoiro no Tsuisata and seeing as how there was no way the man could have it naturally it meant that it was in fact his old eye. This made the fallen prodigy’s stomach twist and turn in anger but this would stop when he heard a series of footsteps behind him. Turning his head he saw a little girl approaching him with her eyes closed. His long blonde hair tumbled down to her lower back and her bare feet plotted across the ground.
“Well…well…I didn’t think the old man would be able to show himself on this plane anymore. Guess I was wrong.” The blind faerie of lore, Mijuku, laughed as she spun on her toes. “Actually it is really annoying that he has even tried to come here. The old geezer does not do much nowadays and must have gotten bored. Poor grandpa.”
“So that is him then…” Kurosanai trailed off as he saw the silhouette beginning to form more and more behind the Saiyan.
“Yes. That is in fact Fujin Muzai.” She giggled as she jumped and spun into the air. She would land on her toes spinning once more before striking a pose like a ballerina. Kurosanai watched as Fujin solidified behind the Saiyan and adorned across the modern Muzai founder’s face was a look of disgust.
“Pathetic piece of shit.” Those were the first words out of Fujin’s mouth. Each word filled with disgust. “Not only have you failed to be anything of use you have gone and given away our family heirlooms. One to the oblivion and one into this blasted monkey’s skull. You are nothing more than useless scum.”
“Easy to say when you are nothing more than a disembodied ghost? I mean how weird is it to be attached to someone because of their eyes. Frankly you are just a weirdo.” Mijuku jested which only got a curt faked smile from Fujin.
“I will prove that I am not scum. You will see that before the day is done. I will be the one to stand at the end of this day. This Saiyan wretch will be lying in a pool of blood.” Kurosanai stated with impunity. The energy continued to build within his chest. If the wretch could see anything that was going on Kurosanai would be impressed since this was of none of his concern. If he felt even a moment of pain like when Kurosanai was communicated with the ancestor then it would be all satisfying.
(Charge 3)
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Jun 9, 2015 20:21:07 GMT -5
Power pooled and swirled in his hands in a mesmerizing ball of death. The light now was almost too bright to see but Nasu paid no mind, instead he looked past his own light to the boy in front of him. He could feel the heat being drawn to him, sucked out of the air around. He saw the boy talking to himself, to shadows....he could almost hear buzzing, like the shadows were trying to talk back.
The boy continued his conversation and Nasu shook his head confused, it couldn't be. The kai damned electricity must really be doing a number on his brain. Still his opponent was talking to shadows. Nasu was never one to miss a chance to mock the mentally in-firmed.
"Awww, do you need to keep talking to your imaginary friends?" he said as the ki blast in front of him crackled with power. "Or are even they your friends? Do the figments of your imagination know you suck too?" Nasu tried to grin, but between his burned face and the concentration required to continue charging his blast it looked lopsided and wrong.
Still his point had gotten across, for now he could do nothing but wait. Wait and prepare the most deadly attack this planet had seen in a millennia.
[Charge 3]
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 10, 2015 22:25:09 GMT -5
The fool thought that he was talking to imaginary friends. It could actually be construed as this as he probably couldn’t see the Muzai ancestors in the area. But as he watched the Saiyan talk there was something in his eyes that said otherwise. The Saiyan’s eyes kept darting back and forth as if he saw something but Kurosanai was not sure what he saw.
“He can only see parts of us. I think he thinks we are shadows or something.” Mijuku stated as she playfully bounced on one foot. Her eyes would remain closed as the child seemingly had no care as to what was going on. Kurosanai could not help but envy that of the little girl. Even in the most tense situation she was able to just enjoy being around and look on the bright side. It was a stark contrast to that of Fujin Muzai who had been very firm in everything that he had ever done. It was always a scolding when Kurosanai talked with Fujin. Though he had not talked with Mijuku often it was still almost always positive and upbeat.
“Look at the blind faerie dance the night away. Tell me boy have you ever heard what truly happened all those centuries ago? Has she told you the true story of what happened?” Fujin barked smugly as a sinister smile grew across his face. Mijuku would jump one finally time before landing on both of her feet. The air around her began as well. No longer was it one of happiness and joy but rather of a stillness that screamed the calm before the storm. Fujin did bring up something that had always interested him. Mijuku never spoke of her past or the story that surrounded it. Kurosanai only knew the stories that were passed down which even then were incredibly vague.
Without warning Mijuku would shoot across the field between the Saiyan and the human. She would stop just short of him as Fujin jerked backwards. Her power seemed to radiate from the entity that still remained in this world. It was only a fraction of the strength that she had been credited. Slowly her eyes would open up revealing the original Akai Kiretsu. Fujin seemed to shift nervously a hair as his own Aoiro no Tsuisata was activated. Though neither held any true power within the realm of the living any more they both held a pressure that was indicative of what it once was. Mijuku’s however quickly matched that of Fujin and then continued to grow. The pressure soon would dwarf that of the founder of the modern Muzai. Though Nasu was not privy to the full sight of what was going on he would more than likely feel the pressure around him, the uneasiness that was being stirred in his stomach.
“Old man. Never try and mock me again. You will regret it. Or did you forget the true story of my life?” Mijuku said as she stared down the founder. The girl’s words were cold and unrelenting. If she was bluffing than it was one heck of bluff Kuro thought. She took a step back and then to the right where she would be directly in front of Nasu Hattori. Her eyes still open the shadow that he would see would soon be donned with a pair of eyes that Kurosanai had. “Saiyan, you are going to die here on this field. And then your sister is going to be ripped in half. I will make sure of it personally.” Turning around the girl would look at Kurosanai who felt his stomach drop looked at the girl. Her eyes would snap shut and the smile would return to her face. “Will you hurry up and just kill him already. By the gods you are really slow at this aren’t you?” Mijuku would tease as she skipped back to Kurosanai. The fallen prodigy could breathe a sigh of relief. The tense exchange at least took his mind off of the strain of the energy that was being built in his body.
(Charge Four)
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Jun 11, 2015 21:30:06 GMT -5
His heart was racing, he'd never tried to hold a charge this long before. He could feel every cell in his body fighting back, it wanted to release all the energy but he couldn't. The now apparently insane man in front of him continued to talk to shadows and draw in his own strength, Nasu was never one to be outdone. Especially not by an Earthling, if the human child could stand the strain so could he.
Still the boy talked to shadows. It was....discomforting to watch. It looked like he was having a serious conversation, Nasu had never liked the man, but still he didn't like the idea of torturing the mentally infirmed. That just seemed excessively mean.
Nasu stared at the shadows. The fucking electricity still let him hear them buzzing in his head. He tried to shake the feeling.
One of the shadows abruptly rushed towards him and he flinched. Nasu went so far as to try and take a step back but the ball of swirling ki in front of him held him like an anchor. He could no more move to dodge than he could do a backflip.
The girl stopped in front not touching him...no it wasn't a girl just a shadow. A trick of the light caused from the explosion, caused from too much electricity to his system, caused by probably getting a concussion fighting this asshole again. It definitely wasn't a girl in the shadows. It was just a trick.
And the time for tricks had passed. Nasu had literal raw power in his hand. Power he would use to end the boys life. Soon.
[Charge 4]
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 14, 2015 17:41:58 GMT -5
The throbbing had started in his chest but it had begun to crawl up his throat and into his eyes. His vision had begun to blur every once and a while and it would cause him to blink every few seconds. Every breath seemed to further chill his very lungs. It had become almost unbearable and it now felt like he was standing in the middle of the artic trying to take deep breaths after running a marathon. His skin actually began to sweat as he was trying desperately to suppress the fire that accompanied the technique he was using. Little bursts of fire would begin to flare outwards from his feet a few times as he tried to further suppress the energy.
“You can’t give up now. If you get the Saiyan to launch his blast now you could outmatch him in power. You have to trust me on this.” Mijuku cheered on as she lifted one hand in the air as if she was a pint sized cheerleader. The problem was that Kurosanai at this point was not going to be able to articulately respond to his ancestor. He tried to muster his words but at the same time he would begin to feel the energy slipping in his mind. He was standing on the edge of a knife and was now thinking that trying to store this much energy within his body was far from the brightest idea he ever had. His body felt like he was going to be torn apart and if he was not smart in the way that he released the energy he would end up either seriously hurting himself or even going too far and killing himself. “Can you hear me?” Mijuku asked as she shifted and got close to Kurosanai.
“I…can hear you….little busy,” Kurosanai stuttered as he tried to keep everything from going horribly wrong. This would far dwarf the blast that he had launched in his fatal attack of the leader of the Kinigos, Arpatiko. This could even dwarf the blast that seemed to do in the planet of Mement Mor. Whatever this would end up being he would not be able to hold it for much longer. Either he was going to have to release the attack or he was going to die from the strain. Looking across from him he could see the Saiyan struggling trying to hold his own blast.
“What? Can’t keep up? Are you really that desperate to die?” Kurosanai would jest. His lines were not even that witty but he couldn’t muster much more. All of his focus had to go into holding on a little longer.
(Charge 5)
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
Profile Link: Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Jun 14, 2015 18:34:03 GMT -5
Nasu breathed, he could feel his sister's energy again. And she was strong. He didn't know how, but the blast that had so nearly claimed her life revived her stronger than ever. Her power dwarfed everything near her. This war was over. But his fight was still going. It too would end soon.
For now though, everything hurt, his injuries, the pressure from storing more energy than he had ever seen, or felt in his entire life. His cells burned and his vision went dark around the edges. His heart skipped a beat, literally skipped a beat. It stopped as more energy than his body could process flowed through him. He could feel himself slowly dying, his body wasn't meant to hold this kind of power.
His only consolation was that it was going to a good cause. To rid the universe of the scum that stood in front of him. The human that dared to defy an empire. The boy would die for his defiance, for his causal disregard for all the lives his rebellion had taken. Nasu didn't value the human lives nearly on the same level as saiyan lives, they weren't the same. His race was just better, in the grand scheme of the universe the saiyans just had more to offer. Universal peace under one banner. Kass' banner. But still, they had a chance to conquer bloodlessly and the child in front of him couldn't see that, and now people died.
The streets were flooded with cars and men, women, children all running for their lives. Rush hour every day led to hours of traffic, a city wide mass panic and evacuation led to a complete stand still on the high ways and every road leading out. Helecopters and planes came but they only managed to save a fraction, people had abandoned cars on roads to start running and left those still stuck in traffic damned. The blast that had so hurt his sister damned half the city, the people evacuating had died, the people trying to hide thinking they would be over looked in the war around them had died. Everyone had died without prejuidice, the blast had consumed all. Except the saiyan Queen who rose from the ashes. A phoenix reborn, and ready to burn everything around her in her rage.
Nasu let his senses slip, he couldn't keep his hold on them anymore, his ki sensing failing him, instead he clenched his teeth against the pain of everything. Against the world he could damn further. If he fired the blast into the ground the planet would die with him. But instead he focused on the ingrate who stood before him.
The time was coming when their energy would collide. One last test of wills to see who deserved to live. The time was coming for the end of their contest, before his sister tried to interfere. He was a saiyan to his core and still had his pride. He would end this with his own two hands...soon.
[Charge 5]
*Locked and loaded. Lets do this. Biggest blast this site has ever seen.
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