Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts 
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 11, 2019 0:09:56 GMT
As a butler stands in the middle of the room, a large amount of people were to be invited into the mansion for celebrations and pleasantries. The butler dressed in a black outfit, with his shoes shined to near perfection, a handlebar moustache that decorates his toned face, many ideas that were brought outwards as the guests started piling in were in a common pattern. Everybody had been invited for some personal reason, information, things that they couldn't resist as the information started piling on more and more. The ballroom itself was decorated with twenty large tables, each outfitted to seat atleast ten oozaru's minimally as the chairs were numerious, people who came in even figuring out that by grasping the chair at the back it would morph into the perfect version. A perfect chair for a perfect person the butler would respond to people who would have shown interest at first as he made a clear statement that no weapons or items must be brought into the area, with or without an excuse at hand at all. In the middle of the ballroom is a beautifull ornate mermaid fountain with four mermaids each singing towards the inside of the fountain, but sadly to the chagrin of the butler it wasn't spilling water at all, small chugging notions being heard as something had clogged up the inside. On the corners of the room were knight statues, each decorated with a formal emblem, one of a lion, one of an eagle, one of a dragon and the final one of a hawk. "Now, if i could interest everybody in a toast, let us introduce ourselves to the people who have entered the area."
Depending on the progress made by everybody, I will hand out rewards to either. A. Everybody. B. The lucky ballroom winner. C. The ones who have done the most either IC or OoC, this does not mean that you have to post a bunch, just post things that help the others or yourself. Rewards will be quite the treasure, so do not be afraid to just hop in and try for them! Because you will regret not going for them! Power level is decided differently from this thread, You are all due to ki dampeners installed in the entire building left at 1 PL with no access to any of your abilities for obvious reasons due to this high piece of technology. Do not fret though! Everybody will share in rewards and the more people that get on this will mean that more rewards become open to the public. Can you all figure out the secret? Disclaimer. Death isn't permanent in this thread but it will kick you out of the thread and prevent you from assisting the others more. DISCLAIMER. YOU MAY NOT USE ANY TRAINING ITEMS OR EQUIPMENT, THEY ARE TAKEN BY THE BUTLER.Members that have joined (This thread is still open for anybody.) -None
Current goal -Introduce yourselves to the others in this ballroom, add some details, go wild together~! -Next post will happen when either 5 people join or 24 hours pass. |
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Scallio
New Member
40 posts
Race: Saiyan
Power Level: 55,000
Zeni: 5,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Sadalan Dragon Radar
Space Pod
Transformations: Oozaru[x14]
Beserker's Omen[x14]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Scallio on May 11, 2019 1:34:39 GMT
Scallio, the ColonelEarth was weird. In his time on this planet he had not only found his brother as well as two other Saiyans, but he’d also run into a Namekian and a strange fox-like creature that seemed to be able to create new limbs from nothing. And a demon, too. And then after building his home he had gotten a physical letter inviting him to some strange ‘ball’, not that he really knew what one of those was. They didn’t have parties like that on Sadala. But the Saiyan had been promised “as much food as you can stomach” if he attended and Scallio was getting rather tired of sustaining himself simply on fish and other animals he was hunting. So he had decided to attend. The letter had made no mention of what to wear or if he should bring anything so he had simply attended in his normal clothes.
Descending from the sky after having flown to the instructed area Cal looked over the building. It, on the outside, appeared to be a normal mansion. A large building of wood construction, save for how absolutely massive it was. He got closer to the ground and looked around, though he didn’t see anyone around save for the door man. Scallio walked up to him and handed him his invitation, and he was waved on through. He felt a bit out of place once he got inside, though. It was a fancy building. Rows upon rows of tables set with food, butlers in fancy tuxedos and beautiful girls in flowing dresses. Meanwhile Cal wore his fighting Gi, arms shown to the world.
His tail was wrapped around his waist as he walked inside, heading over to one of the closest tables. He was starving and right now all he could think of was the food that he had been promised. It was in truth the only reason he had bothered attending in the first place. Free high-class food? What was better than that? A good fight, maybe. Scallio slowly sat down in one of the chairs at the table, that expanded in size to seat his body due to how big he was. Grabing a plate and pulling some of the larger chunks of meat over to him, Scallio began to dig in to the various foods available to him, really concerned with nothing else. The man was hungry. He was going to eat.
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Thread PL: 1
Full Ki/Stamina remaining.
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Celmaru Waterfield
New Member
49 posts
Race: Hybrid
Power Level: 100,000
Zeni: 7,500
Training Points: 20
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Dragon Radar [Earth]
Oozaru Gauntlet[Right]
Transformations:
Great Ape (Full Control) [x15]
FSSJ (Variant) [x12]
Berserker[Omen][x10][5% TM]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 11, 2019 1:56:59 GMT
"I am Celmaru Waterfield. I'm here with my lovely wife this evening."
"I am Phae Waterfield. Unfortunately for anyone keeping themselves aware of any eye candy, I'm taken~!"
"What am I to do with you..."
A hybrid's lack of composure within attire befitting a ballroom jamboree was palpable -- solely via the facial expression he wore. The haphazard toast for their introductions surely weren't fated to rectify that, either. Guiding his wrists up and down, the event guest Celmaru Waterfield picked at his cuffs. Adorned with a modest tuxedo, coattails and all, each movement seemingly threatened to unravel its entirety. Fortunately, or perhaps not ever so truly, this pessimistic affliction was confined within the hybrid's mind. Stiff clothing of any sort wasn't to Celmaru's fancy in the least. Nevertheless, the hybrid's plus-one found them especially fetching; be it to further their mischievous schemes or otherwise. The additional guest, in particular, was none other than Phae Waterfield. The hybrid's wife was fascinated by the prospect of this event -- she even ensured that their night would be spent sufficiently without their offspring! Tonight must end with an exhilarating apotheosis!
Donning an "attire" laced with ulterior motives, the wily fox of a woman whisked away varying foodstuffs. This was at her leisure, of course. Inevitably, a meal would be required; one fit for a true Saiyan warrior? Perhaps, perhaps not. Anyone would appear to starve under a warrior's regimen and methodology. Excessive towers of preemptive repasts arose from one of many tables' surfaces, each secured by an unknown, nigh-imaginary force. An shrewd smirk had plastered itself across Phae's facial features; assuring the hybrid that an inexplicable stratagem had been concocted. It was in the meantime that the hybrid took the time to glance about briefly, despite an escaping sigh. Celmaru's cuffs were stiff incessantly tugged upon throughout the process. Numerous other guests, assumingly all of which were unknown, were plainly visible. Fair enough.
"Pacify your discomforts, husband. This is truly a rare occasion, after all~!"
"...Perhaps. Yet this whole... 'affair' isn't anything I'd be enjoying on a tame night, I must admit."
Celmaru absentmindedly gestured towards the immediate area as he spoke. An immense salver of nondescript meat had been bestowed before him; enticing his perpetual urge to consume food. The flavor of umami was often a common, yet irresistible delight. Slipping his fingers beneath a rather curved fork, the hybrid promptly attempted to dig in to avert his perturbing sensations. At least he was willing to introduce himself.
Thread PL: 1
TWC: 415
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Usa
New Member
14 posts 
Race: Bio-Android
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 18,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Planet: Earth
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Post by Usa on May 11, 2019 4:41:48 GMT
Life beyond the lab was something U was still adjusting to, the crowds and people were nothing like the sort she read about in her books. Rather than being helpless fodder going about their lives while the epic heroes saved the day... everyone was rather substantial in some way, far more than herself. It was rather disappointing actually, almost saddening, and yet the lass had to hold her head high and look for any opportunity to go about finding her place in this odd, messed up world she has stumbled upon after all.
She had become quite fond of what the Humans referred to as 'dumpster diving', an art that took finesse, and a fine shower after the fact. On one of her scavenging trips she came across a discarded letter, the addressed person was worn away, but the details within were more than apparent, a ball! This would be an excellent opportunity for her to start integrating into Human life! She would need the proper attire though... something stunning, but with that air of seduction that would draw the attention of everyone around her. She knew just the place to acquire this.
The time would come for the ball however, and she would make her way to the building, the mansion absolutely towering over the surrounding landscape. The bio mechanical woman made slow pace up the steps, still getting used to the shoes she... borrowed for the occasion. Offering a soft smile to the door man, she would look around for a moment then grin at the reoom before her . "Good evening everyone, I'm Usa but you can call me U. I don't mind you looking, but if I catch you i'll charge.", her voice purred as she spoke aloud, presenting herself to teh room. A sleek crimson dress ran down her thin frame, the silken material clinging to her frame, accenting almost every curve. Slit just under the waist and lingering to each leg, a black underskirt, hid her upper thigh and above. Satin gloves of the same black ran up her arms to the elbow as she stood atop high heels of the same shade as well.
Her right hand ran across her hip as a sly grin crossed her lips and her eyes once more scanned the room. As her charade came to an end, she would make her way to one of the more empty tables, taking a seat and locking her eyes on the fountain, the design of the mermaids encapsulated her, drawing her mind in as she felt her more calculated personality slip and analysis took over her perception. Hey hazel eyes glimmered with imagination and she smiled, her pale lips standing out against her soft white face, bordered by the light brown hair that hung carelessly form her scalp.
Usa
Bio-Android
PL: 1
WC: 467
TWC: 467
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Legemeton
Junior Member
57 posts
Race: [BoN] Demon
Power Level: 52,000
Zeni: 17,000
Training Points: 12
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Training Weights.
Transformations: Chaos Unbound [x5]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Legemeton on May 11, 2019 5:05:43 GMT
"Are you sure this is a good idea? It could mean all manner of issues for the both of us.". the voice of Legemeton rose over and rang through Silica's mind. The Demon did not like the contents of the letter that was addressed to the young girl of the orphanage. It was an invitation to some sort of banquet at a location that neither himself or the young girl had ever heard of. It was all extremely suspicious, and yet it was also rather alluring at the same time. The mix of concern and mystery drew their attentions in further and further, what could come of it after all?
"Don't worry, I'm sure it is all well and good. Should something go awry you are fully capable of getting us out of there and to safety.", Silica responded to the Demon, not bothering to do so telepathically and letting her words ring through the room. She had spent the last hour skimming through her clothing to find what she wanted to take with her to the ball that she had happened to be invited to. The cult had insisted that she be taken with an entourage, but for this instance alone she wanted to be by herself... well as much so as she could possibly manage that is.
The time would then come at the girl found herself at the steps to the manor, the large building was daunting, casting shadows below despite the time of day. Careful to avoid the ground, the young girl would enter the estate, ignoring the door man as he seemed pre-occupied with other matters. She would for go introducing herself, favoring to seek out a seat and keep to herself for the time being. The Demon had come to agree with this choice, knowing that if they pulled too much attention to themselves then it could mean all manner of issue, but there were some among the crowd that she would recognize in an instant... perhaps they would notice her as well?
The young girl was dressed in a wide verdant ball gown, the skirt of which hung loosely around her and extended outwards some past the hem, giving her a modicum more width than her initial frame would demonstrate. Silver fringe lines the sleeves and bottom of this skirt, accenting the darker green and giving it an additional depth that otherwise would have gone unnoticed. Tiny white glove rode up her arms, stopping shy of the elbow and only riding halfway up her forearm. Her silver hair hung down her back, straightened more than usual for this occasion and worked on carefully as to not get in her way should thing turn for the worst at this peculiar party.
Legemeton/Silica
Demon (BoN)
PL: 1
WC: 457
TWC: 457 |
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 11, 2019 5:21:01 GMT
A communication from Earth, and oddly not one of the more 'advanced' sort, rather it was a letter... what some may consider ironically as the most primitive means of getting information across. Regardless the paper was addressed to Namorel himself, it seemed to be an invitation of sorts to some type of gala being held at a location of prestige on planet Earth of course... as nothing ever happened on Namek. They were offering guaranteed transportation of the sort that would assure the Namekian would get their on time for this event and not need to worry about being gone from Namek for far too long.
Was this something worth attending? Considering the last few weeks on Namek had been exponentially quiet, yes this was very much worth the distraction as it was. Also this could be a great opportunity to star Namorel's mission to bring Namek into the galactic limelight that the others had been hogging for so long now. Making his short absence known to the Elite Warrior Clansmen, Namorel would disembark with the promised transport, destination Earth. The ship would be one that Namorel had never before seen the make of, truly it was quite impressive to look at.
The trip would not be one of too great concern, the entourage landing at one of the many stations scattered across the planet with directions for the Namekian as soon as he landed. Taking a moment to collect himself once more, Namorel took to the skies, ki flaring and then settling as the mansion came into view, it was of impressive construction, but at the same time almost daunting to look at. A chill ran down the Namekian's spine as he ascended the steps slowly, his feet sliding some on the stone steps. He would incline his head quietly to the door man, and looking about the room for a moment.
"Greetings all, I am Namorel the acting Elder Guru of Planet Namek. I come today as a guest as well as an envoy for the Namekian people.", the Namekian's voice would ring telepathically to those in the room, choosing not to speak vocally as the Namekian was unsure if his tone would reach every corner of the expansive room. Truly it was all rather daunting to see. He also noticed that he felt... weaker in the mansion, as if something was sapping at or reducing his overall energy.
Dismissing this for a moment, the Namekian would spot the Halfling he knew all too well, taking slow steps towards their table, he would sit some seats down, offering them a matter of space for the moment, but making his location all the more apparent to those here than he knew well enough for it to matter to after all. His teal blue gi was all that he had bothered to bring with him, seeing no need in dressing for any sort of occasion, he came on behalf of Namek and was not going to dress as the Earthlings do for formal events of their sort, it defeated the purpose.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 1
WC: 511
TWC: 511
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 11, 2019 5:26:45 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | @no one thus far. | | ✐ | 1 Power Level BS
1 Power Level W
1 PL Suppressed
1 PL Suppressed W
| | ✉ | Suppressed in his second form. [x0.5]
His weapon and weights seem to be missing!
Word Count: 418
Total Thread WC: 418
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
Sickle's Ki Color G: 1200dd/ff27f6/00ddb1. |
| What. The. Hell. Was. Happening.
Sickle's mind was pounding, his head plagued with painful memories of simply walking along the coastline of a Namekian village, before having felt a sharp pain into his neck, and suddenly, he awoke here. Wherever here was...
To those who were arriving, he would seem to be simply a sleeping Changeling at first before he awoke, his massive body simply limp in the chair off at larger table, surrounded by chairs befit for other larger beings, such as Oozaru and Giant Namekians. When he awoke, he would shake rapidly in his chair, looking about at everyone entering, from the saiyans to the demon he was familiar with, and Celmaru, his friend from Ayumu. His attempts to sense people failed, putting him slightly at edge, before he decided to just accept what was currently happening.
He was inside of the ballroom, the gigantic Frost Demon's body seated rather comfortably inside of what appeared to be a Changeling-style hover chair, his tail wrapped ever so gently around his body with the tip's bio-suit clearly waxed and shined. In fact, it seemed as if his entire body was cleaned up, having rather shiny and gleaming bio-armor, when he was just getting used to digging Namekian top soil from out of the crevasses and the other sort.
He would start to personally freak out as he sat, wondering where the hell he was and what happened, before something caught his attention...
His items were missing.
Digging through the formations in his bio-suit, he couldn't find his dragon balls. His srbosjek knife-gauntlet was removed and taken, as well as his bio-armor trimmed heavily to remove the extra weight. Even his brand new and updated dragon radar was missing, and every item he couldn't find angered him more and more, before he would stand up in his chair, just after the couple had made their introductions to the ballroom. His enormous body rather difficult to miss for those having already arrived.
"Grh... I am Sickle, Son of V. Ize, but simply refer to me as Sickle... Or Lord if you desire" He would chuckle with his little joke, his frustration apparent. "I hope this evening can be rather interesting for us all..." He would finish, before sitting back down with a massive and ugly frown on his face, crossing his arms in clear frustration, arguing silently with himself.
"If I find who took my items, I am going to slit their throats and wear their skin as a coat." |
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 11, 2019 5:54:17 GMT
-SCALLIO ONLY- As Scallio keeps consuming the food, like a wolf unleashed in a rock pen of bunnies, it was just a slaughter untill a knife that was with jagged edges started to drop from underneath another plate, slowly sliding towards his lap and landing there perfectly as the silver blade with red stickly sauce was busy dirtying his clothes.
The markings on the blade itself saying 'In man we trust' and the handle having a small opening for a key to be put into it. -CELMARU ONLY- Celmaru would be given a small box by another man who stumbled into him, the man excusing himself as he started to look rather annoyed, his smile turning from one in enjoyment to one into complete horror as he would notice a small pool of blood forming just a few meters away, pointing towards it... "Murder...!?" He would quietly say in an alarmed tone.
Leaving Celmaru with a few items in his possession. -USA ONLY- As Usa flaunted her assets, trying to impress the crowds, a large number of people would come including a large femine woman with a muscular build as she would close her eyes, slowly taking in the air before then sighing outwards with a smile on her face. "Hello... Please ign..." as blood would start to pool away from her body.
Running down her legs, spilling onto the ground as guts started to sprawl outwards... "My daughter..." She would proclaim as her neck was slit within a mere instant. -LEG ONLY- Leg would see a small woman starting to approuch her, a smile on her face as she would soon bow before the demon. "Hello~! I am hunger itself, a demon rawr!" making an adorable roar sound as she had her blue hair string infront of her own face, causing an awkward giggle. her white dress hiding her large book as she then spoke "Oh right! Got any questions? I have been here for a few hours! The food is great!" -NAMOREL ONLY- As Namorel introduced himself as a guru, he would soon find a drunkard starting to walk over, the scent of beer obviously on his body as he would point towards the namekian with a smile on his face, being part demon and part shinjin in some unholy mix he would proclaim "And i am the king of ass kissery. Now, where is my medal... Fuck, my beer..." Having dropped his beer on the ground by leaning his body forwards too much he would then spit at the stain on the ground. "Fucking... I have been stuck here for weeks!" -SICKLE ONLY- Sickle would see a man sitting besides himself a weapon hidden in the coat of the figure as he would awkwardly shuffle around, his mouth forming the letters as he tried to speak carefully. 'Somebody may be watching us. You are here as bait for another, but...' As a sudden scream was heard.
Panic shown on the man as he gritted his teeth, the clutch on the weapon intensifying as his finger moved towards the trigger before being placed on the side again. 'Today is not a lucky day. Here you go.' as the man gave Sickle a small mirror. -Everybody may react to this.- After introductions had happened, the butler would simply clap his hands together, starting to make his way forwards to the crowd that had assembled the halls, that were dining contently as he gave a single look around. The area shimmering as the lights flickered a few times, not enough to completely blind everything as the man would then speak calmly. "It has happened once again has it not?" as the sound of a body hitting the floor near Usa was heard. "You! Woman!" He would proclaim, pointing towards Usa to everybody their information as the body had been laying on the ground, squirming for a few seconds before it ignited, the flames starting to destroy what physical evidence was on the body itself as the energy was thick enough for everybody, even those without the ability to sense in the vacinity. "What is your reasoning for being directly next to a body?! Do you have an excuse!" An old man near Celmaru starting to look panicked. A blue haired woman seemingly with no interest holding her book near Legemeton. Sickle having a man wearing a rather formal outfit sitting near him, a smile on his face as he shows pain and discomfort but he seems to be refraining from being emotional at this point. Namorel having a drunk near him, stumbling about before then simply stating "Fuckin'... Who is insane enough to murder somebody in the bloody mansion...? Have they not heard?" He would proclaim loudly, elbowing Namorel. -SPOTS STILL OPEN TO JOIN LATE, NO WORRIES- -24 HOURS OR ALL MUST HAVE POSTED- -If skipped for multiple times with no good reasoning, expect faster skips.- |
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 11, 2019 6:42:22 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | Ayumu Hope | | ✐ | 1 Power Level BS
1 Power Level W
1 PL Suppressed
1 PL Suppressed W
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Word Count: 945
Total Thread WC: 1363
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
Sickle's Ki Color G: 1200dd/ff27f6/00ddb1. |
| "Ah, I understand" Sickle would say quietly, directing towards the guard beside him with his hidden weapon. The Changeling's eyes scanning the body of the person beside him. As the guard would discretely hand the mirror over to Sickle, he would hide it in the shell of his hover chair, away from prying eyes, before staring down at the make of the tiny object and viewing every single piece on it, before sliding it even further out of sight inside of his bio-suit, opening a hole and closing it back up around the object as he sat, trying to ignore the dying woman as he did this, before turning to view everything going on. His first instinct was to ignore it entirely, as he was all too familiar with dying monkeys and the like, however he would look all to suspicious should he actually avoid it, and thus looked out, peering over his chair as he saw the bloodied corpse next to what appeared to be a human or monkey female. His eyes narrowed as he looked upon her, eyeing any movement among the crowds and what was going on.
He would notice as the corpse lit ablaze, destroying the evidence of the death on the corpse. There went any plans he had to investigate the corpse and find any signs of death. He remembered his days and days pondering over the many medical and police journals Ayumu had stached away, and was itching to finally use some of them to figure out exactly what may be occurring.
Afterwards, his eyes went to his old friend Celmaru and what appeared to be a panicking man, which set Sickle's mental signals off. He, unlike many others, was more terrified than the rest, meaning he may fear his death... or capture. Sickle would make a mental note of this, and return to looking about the room for more and more things, as everyone seemed to be committed to doing shit at the EXACT moment someone plops down as a corpse and lights on fire.
He would then sight the girl with the blue hair, holding a book near Legemeton the Demon girl Sickle was all too familiar with. Her clear disregard for the dead body set lights off onside of the Frost Demon's head, and he made a clear note of this as to figure out who may have just murdered the woman whose ashes lay in the floor.
Finally, he looked out towards the Guru of Namek, his friend Namorel, and pondered on the drunkard nearby to him. The man was clearly distraught but not over the corpse. His entire being seemed used to it at this point, oddly, despite the obvious nature of the murder. He was letting off that he knew more, clearly to Namorel, so Sickle left it be and decided that the conclusion necessary would be to figure out everything before interviewing people privately.
Sickle would finish looking around, before looking back over and viewing the small, yet rather tall for his species, Saibaman guard that was watching him and had given him the mirror. It wasn't until this point that he noticed the race and condition of his guard, and was quick to begin wondering exactly who it was who took him. So many questions in his mind, but he decided on two final ones to finally push for onto his guard, disregarding the background noise unless it directly involved him, though keeping a close side eye and ear on everything going on over him.
"Hey, you are the first Saibaman I've ever met who is good with words. Usually they tend to only learn one or two. You're not exactly new, are you?" He would question his guard lightly. "I'm guessing you must be slightly older than normal to be able to dress so nicely and to learn such words." he would finish, before going onto his other questions. "Though, you do not appear well. Are you alright?" Sickle would ask, genuinely concerned for a moment, as he was trying to stay civil and conforming with the guard's intent. "If something is amiss, let me know. You may be... well equipped, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're indestructable. Judging from that monkey over there, people seem to be dying in here and you're definitely not going out on my just yet. You know far too much to pass off yet." He would say, before standing up in his hover chair and looking away after getting his answers from the Saibaman, looking back towards the crime scene, before directing his voice towards the butler, feigning ignorance as to achieve an answer.
"What is going on, sir butler? I overheard the mentions of a body, yet I fail to see anything but a bonfire. I am quite concerned with the idea that maybe something nefarious may be afoot." His voice would state, before reclining back in his seat and activating the controls, forcing the hover chair to float just a bit higher than it's idle mode, ready to make it's way over to his friend Namorel should anything else happening. Everyone else could see his chair get higher and the boosters activating, presumably those with knowledge of hovercraft and space ship technology familiar with that that means when it activates that way. "The last thing this dinner needs is a gaggle of combatants. It would be a shame if I was required to... Enact justice in here. The walls are such a pretty color, and red would ruin the chic flavor of the paper." He would smirk, ending his speech as he made the slight threat to the rest of the cast. |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Sun-Star
Junior Member
66 posts
Race: Bio-Android
Power Level: 58,000
Zeni: 15,000z
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Pre-workout Mix[10]
Blunt Weapon
Communication’s Earpiece
Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Transformations:
[x4 +x10] Superior Revealed
[Absorb +x10]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Sun-Star on May 11, 2019 10:44:40 GMT
Arriving ever so slightly late, there had been some small issues in her removing her equipment and even more of a problem with the fact she wasn’t alone in this, as she started to scuttle in she knew full well that the damnable dog was following her into the little place. She had hardly expected to be contacted via the little communication device she’d scavenged but somehow this strange little house had managed to do it and all to invite her into some silly meal or another. She could only hope that the stupid pup wouldn’t be allowed into the building. Or that this place would actually be serving what she wanted to eat the most.
As she arrived, she spotted the crowd and actually recognised a couple of the guests. Seemed she wasn’t the only one to have arrived from Namek after all. The croc was going to go and make herself known despite how frustrating it was not being able to fly and being stuck down at such a low damn angle, it was simply demeaning. That was what was bothering her more than anything she’d felt the difference the moment she’d come into the building, losing her flight and feeling somewhat weaker as a whole was an unsettling feeling for the croc.
The sudden appearance of a dead body was rather more amusing and she started to waddle on over towards it before it started to set ablaze, what a damnable waste of gogod food that was. Without Hikaru being around it seemed like the croc was going to be free enough to feed on those as she was able to. But if people were just going to burn to death that was going to ruin all the fun. Addressing the most familiar of them, namely the changling and the namekian guru. She spoke with some care
Well this is going to be a bit of a bad time, anyone else here feeling a touch on the… Weaker side? Especially with people dying so soon into the feast.
She would have liked to have enjoyed the food on offer but it seemed like it was going to be curtailed early by the panic and the screaming. Maybe she’d get a chance to be stuck and alone with some of the more obviously mentally fragile ones and have her time to feed upon them without the others noticing. It was a long shot but you never knew your luck in this hell hole of a planet.
WC: 418
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Legemeton
Junior Member
57 posts
Race: [BoN] Demon
Power Level: 52,000
Zeni: 17,000
Training Points: 12
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Training Weights.
Transformations: Chaos Unbound [x5]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Legemeton on May 11, 2019 13:38:58 GMT
All was going well until the blood curling incident occurred nearby, the thud of a body striking the floor and the aftermath of those investigating all that was there. The woman who stood accused didn't look like the sort to do such a thing to the young girl, but her perception of others was never the best... perhaps there was an incident afoot... something would need to be done to prevent this from happening again, would it not? But what could a little girl do on her own?
"This is just the thing that I was worried was going to happen... we need to get somewhere where we can assess it all from afar... maybe we can get out of the manor without incident.", Legemeton's thoughts roiled through Silica's mind. There was some concern in the Demon's voice... something that was unnatural to his position, he was never worried when it came to the combined capabilities of himself and the child, but something was different in this moment and time that sent a chill down Silica's spine. She would shake her head at this and dismiss the Demon's thoughts for now... she was far too curious about it all.
Silica's attention would be drawn to the growing crowd ever so intently, to the capacity she barely noticed the arrival of the other young female, her features rather interesting, the blue hair and white dress were not quite indicative of how she spoke and what of. Calling herself a Demon, it was quite auspicious, but Silica decided to play along. Dropping her mind into the abyss, her eyes shifted hues, the left eye changing to that of a pale pink as the right remained the vibrant green it normally was. A grin crossed the lips of the girl as she felt more confident than before.
"Hunger itself? Feaster of the void and companion of sin? You claim to be one of my kin, is this truth?", the merged voices of Silica and Legemeton rose into a soft crescendo as the merged might of the two glared at the blue haired 'Demon'. Once the facade was over the young girl puller her freedom from the beast within once more, giggling at her show so to speak. The book in the hands of the other girl caught her attention at this point, raising a soft, delicate hand up, she would point at the tome.
"What's this? You seem quite attached to it.", she spoke ponderously, prodding the book for a moment and pulling herself into a more relaxed and less formal seated position. Everything around them was already a shit show and there was little more to it now than those who cared to investigate the immediate death prior, this young child's attention had been drawn elsewhere for the time being.
Legemeton/Silica
Demon (BoN)
PL: 1
WC: 465
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Jarod Helar
Junior Staff
18 posts
Race: Cyborg [Earthling]
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 16,000
Training Points: 16
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Light Training Weights
Transformations: Mechanical Overclock [x4]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Jarod Helar on May 11, 2019 14:14:53 GMT
Jarod walked about in a suit and a metal plate filled with food and drink in one of his hands raised into the air. The infiltration had gone well so far. It was easy enough to get employed here two days ago, but it wasn’t simply himself applying for the job. Sixteen others also got a similar job, and four of those people had disappeared before tonight.
Weird at best, Disturbing at its Worst.
The job from his client was simple enough. Get inside the mansion and find somebody who was missing. They gave a detailed description of the person, and Jarod was to bring them back alive. The details were somewhat sketchy, however the client paid all in advance. A fair amount of money too. Too much to simply pass up. The catch however was that there was a lot of rumors about the place he was going to.
The first one that stood out for him was of a killer, or of a group of killers, who lived in the same mansion. He hasn’t seen anything that would be outright linked to that. The mansion was clean and the general atmosphere felt fine. Nothing was out of place, except for one thing. There was no kitchen at all in this mansion, or any real place to prepare food in it. Whenever Jarod handed out any food or drink from his metal plate shortly afterwards the empty space would be replace with another item. Either the plates had some sort of specialized fabrication about them or it was something beyond Jarod’s usual understanding.
The second was that of people disappearing and appearing. One case in a tabloid Jarod read about was that there was somebody who had vanished and reappeared years after a trip to the mansion. One of the missing applicants that Jarod spoke to before the start of all this said they heard of people doing the same thing, weeks at a time.
Jarod put those thoughts aside as he continued his ‘work’. The room was littered with many different strangers and weird beings. Clearly a few of them were not from around here. How long had they been here he wondered as he walked too and from the tables. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered for a moment and there was a announcement from the butler. A rather grim one. Jarod turned to the direction of where the body on the floor was and for the a quick moment glimpsed the details of him just before it busted into flames. The body of the person that burnt to cinder was the body of the person Jarod was looking for.
“Well that’s not going to be good for business” he thought to himself as he kept his composer.
He hasn't been discovered, so Jarod continued his assigned ‘duties’ as he looked around for a exit at an opportune time.
WC: 487
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Scallio
New Member
40 posts
Race: Saiyan
Power Level: 55,000
Zeni: 5,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Sadalan Dragon Radar
Space Pod
Transformations: Oozaru[x14]
Beserker's Omen[x14]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Scallio on May 11, 2019 18:51:39 GMT
Scallio, the ColonelMore and more people were pouring into the event. Scallio spyed a few people as they entered through the front door. An attractive young woman in a beautiful satin dress, a changeling, a namekian, and a couple others. A very strange gaggle of characters, Cal thought. But at least the food was delicious. That was really all he cared about. At least until he saw a knife beginning to fall towards his lap from underneath one of the plates he had been eating from. Reacting quickly Scallios right arm reached down and grabbed the knife out of the air and set it back on the table, his clothes free from getting stained. It had some sort of sticky red substance on it and Scallio raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.
He turned the knife in his hand, noting the odd keyhole in the base of the handle. He was going to inspect the blade further until he heard a scream. He turned his head in the direction of the yell as a man next to the woman in the dress fell to the ground before his body seemed to ignite out of nowhere. Very strange. But the sight wasn’t the worst thing that would be in the room this night. No, it was the smell. The smell of burning flesh and charred organs was enough to make most people hurl. But Scallio was a seasoned war veteran. He’d smelled that smell a dozen times before.
That didn’t make it any more pleasant. Scallio stood up, setting the knife he had caught back on the table where it wouldn’t roll off again as he looked around the room. He didn’t see any suspects in the murder. And it couldn’t have been a Ki attack that had used for the kill. The ki dampener in place was far too strong. Even Scallios immense inner strength was being suppressed. He was sure that if he even stared at a Full Moon right now he wouldn’t transform due to the dampner.
Curiouser and curiouser… Scallio stayed silent for now. He had nothing to say at the moment and he decided to stay still. Sitting back down in his chair he stopped eating, pushing the food away and crossing his arms. The last thing he wanted to do was make it look like he was threatening anyone. No, right now the right move was to sit and wait and see how things played out. Perhaps he could gather more clues as to what was happening simply by staying still.
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Thread PL: 1
Full Ki/Stamina remaining.
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Usa
New Member
14 posts
Race: Bio-Android
Power Level: 45,000
Zeni: 18,000
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Planet: Earth
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Post by Usa on May 11, 2019 19:16:45 GMT
Usa would take a moment to adjust herself, settling into the room as best she could and looking around at all of those whom had arrived. There was quite the array of people from those that were of the Humanoid persuasion and others that fit descriptions she had only ever read of. If anything this was turning out to be quite passively fun already. A sincere smile crossed her lips as she firmly took her seat, the cushion causing her to bounce a little as she sat, able to illicit a inaudible giggle from her.
The arrival of the woman that seemed to be directing herself towards U was, unexpected to say the least. The woman couldn't quite make out what she was saying, her voice stammering some as she spoke, this would have been fine had she not started to bleed just moments later. As her guts and waves of crimson fluid spilled unto the floor, U would take uneven and staggered steps back, only able to watch on in horror as the woman collapsed into her own innards, her throat slit among other likely injuries. Usa's mind was on the verse of flight, ready to jump and run on a whim. As the body burst ablaze, she was doing her best to draw back the tears of fear and anguish that overcame her.
"W-What?! I... I didn't do this, she just happened over to me and... and I don't know what happened!", U stammered in fear as the butler singled her out after the incident. She was visibly trembling and backed into the wall, hands drawn against the material, fingers pushed into any crevice she could find to maintain her composer... her legs felt weak, her mind was racing and eyes were on her.
She was quiet for an extended period of time, eyes frantically searching for someone to help her, to pull her away from this chaotic mess that was thrust upon her. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide, but that would only make things worse for her. Taking a slow breath, concentrating on other matters she let the air out, letting her heart rate drop and imagining a safe place behind closed eyes. Pulling for her chair once more, she pulled the back to the wall, sitting hesitantly back unto the seat, the once firm and bouncy plush now felt like a slab of cold stone, offering her no manner of comfort, only adding to the discomfort and worry that wracked at her mind. She came here to see what life was like on Earth, but this... this was not what she wanted.
Usa
Bio-Android
PL: 1
WC: 439
TWC: 906
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Celmaru Waterfield
New Member
49 posts
Race: Hybrid
Power Level: 100,000
Zeni: 7,500
Training Points: 20
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Dragon Radar [Earth]
Oozaru Gauntlet[Right]
Transformations:
Great Ape (Full Control) [x15]
FSSJ (Variant) [x12]
Berserker[Omen][x10][5% TM]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 11, 2019 20:33:08 GMT
The hybrid was briefly examining a portion of mystery meat prior to noticing some acquaintances' arrivals. Namorel, Sickle, Silica, each have at least met Celmaru in a time before. How fortunate; perhaps this endeavor could finally be found with foreseeable comfort. Well, primarily with Namorel nearby, that is. Unknowingly guiding the forkful of nutriment to his gaping expression, the hybrid was conjoined by the Namekian's arrival to the couple's table. The fork paused. Namorel wasn't embellished by any formal attire, either. With another brief glance to his environment, Celmaru took notice to the fact that there was a crocodile in here. A vastly lesser amount of guests failed to dress in accordance to the event's status, either. To such a conclusion, the hybrid simply felt ridiculous.
The time to ponder his relatively alienated garb was ultimately fleeting. A body had collapsed onto the pseudo-regal flooring! A gushing, unsightly display transpired before the hybrid. This body had perished. Unfortunately, Phae had noted this in an instant; death had struck another before their time. Dainty palms concealed their owner's lips, the gleam within her eyes extinguished. Reaction after reaction, moment after moment. Each guest gave an outcry of their own -- whether in silence or to further the blood-curdling scene. Celmaru stared only momentarily, as his gaze was torn away by a stranger stumbling into him. Well, his seat, rather -- but nonetheless, this bumbling independent provided his own utterance of horror. However, the hybrid was slipped a minuscule container of sorts. This occurred as an unknown woman was being interrogated.
The corpse lit itself ablaze as Celmaru fumbled with the compact receptacle. What the hell was happening? All sorts of rejoinders and retorts came the gruesome display concluded. The foul stench of a charred corpse did little to reassure anyone, surely. The hybrid returned his utensil, furrowing his brow as he once again peered about towards the other guests. Composure was diminishing by the moment. By Ayumu, why would anyone resort to this? Perhaps the answer had attempted to reveal itself. The hybrid's haphazard theories were deferred by another guest. Albeit, this guest appeared outrageously Saiyan, physically. The moment passed for the hybrid to witness this guest steering his palm away from a suspiciously scarlet knife. Hm? Hmmm?!
Clue one, perhaps? Evidence? Nevertheless, the hybrid attempted to gather his thoughts once more. If this were such a typical murder mystery scenario: potential subjects include a or the butler, two individuals, the jealous one, the unsuspecting one, or in the rarest case... the dog. Even then, there have been such cases and novels in which everyone involved was the perpetrator -- and in an even rarer case: the narrator is the prime suspect! Granted, there's no such narrator in reality, is there? The hybrid pondered this for a moment. Definitely not. Tonight had certainly escalated; far from the idea Celmaru and Phae had in mind, too. The latter of the two, however, was combating tears. Celmaru eventually spotted this, of course -- solely to his dismay, however.
"Not another one. Not another one."
"..."
A feeble reach grasped at Phae's furthest shoulder. The hybrid mulled over a numerous selection of options. However, each drew too much attention to himself. Attention in murder mystery novels were fickle and set to sour. Perhaps someone else could assist him. Ah, that's right! Namorel was proficient in telepathy, last Celmaru checked. Sliding his palm across his wife's back, the hybrid leaned away to attempt to speak to his Namekian comrade. The panicking elder was gingerly patted upon his own back as the hybrid did so. The comment made to Namorel was hushed, however.
"Namorel! Could you suggest to everyone to alert the local authorities? I'm afraid my voice alone wouldn't reach all these guests."
Wee woo wee woo there's a murder in the house.
WC: 623 TWC: 1,038
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