Meringue
Junior Member
52 posts 
Race: Majin
Power Level: 53,000
Zeni: 10,000
Training Points: 13
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Weights [+25% Power Level]
25% Ally
Transformations: x5 Nuclear Flambé [Perm]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Meringue on May 11, 2019 20:47:01 GMT
Standing before the large, gorilla proof door of the supposedly haunted mansion. "So this is the... "haunted" mansion..." Mused the diminutive Majin, looking up at the lofty construction with crossed arms and a general air of displeasure and contempt. "What's with that tone?" Asked her colleague, and chaperone to the destination, Mesmerelda. A youthful witch of... Questionable morals. "The supernatural should not be believed in or trusted, it's simply illogical."
"Wha.... Illogical? Meri I'm a witch and your entire race is literally a lump of magic given form. We are the supernatural."
"Enough. Are you here to chaperone me or not." Frowned an increasingly annoyed Meringue, looking towards her taller cohort with the stern gaze of a teacher towards a student lacking in the completion of assigned homework.
"Fine... You're as bad as your mother..." Mesmerelda frowned in return, pouting slightly as her short friend's body stretched out to become much more... Amorphous, soon crashing over her like a wave of butterscotch coloured... Well, pudding. Soon forming over the witch's body. _ From indoors however, amidst the silenced conversations of previously arriving guests. A sudden "pumped up" shout was barely audible just outside to those who would listen out. "ALRIGHT BUTLER I KNOW YOUR ASS DID IT NOW LEMME I-" Yelled the new arrival, silenced by a loud "thud". "FUCK.""Nice work. Now how about we try opening the door like a normal, functioning member of society""Shut up! I'm new to this "be in another person's body" thing!"The large door creaked open, as a significantly taller Meringue staggered through awkwardly, as if walking for the first time, her hair a purplish-silver colour, and an eye mismatched in colour. "Oh good. I don't think we've made complete buffoons of ourselves. Yet."_
WC: 292
PL: 1 |
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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 21:23:04 GMT
Namorel was rather bemused by the drunkard that staggered slowly over to the Namekian. The sass in his voice was rather entertaining, then again there was little anymore that wasn't when you were a Namekian who had been subject to the atrociously boring life that was Namek after all. With some odd amalgam of an appearance, Namorel felt some modicum of divinity rising from the drunkard, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. With a frown he would take a slow breath and let a sigh rise into the air. Extending his arm around to a nearby waiter, he would grasp a new bottle, promptly handing the alcohol to the transient that was standing before him.
"Alright, so now you owe me on.", Namorel would grin and speak to the drunkard whom he hoped would be more content now. It was about this time that he caught wind of the events at hand and listened carefully, his keen ears locked on the various passive conversations to piece together what he could. He could see the concern in the eyes and bodies of both Celmaru and Phae, the Hybrid in particular seemed exceptionally concerned, asking the Namekian to contact all others and alert them to handle matters sufficiently.
"Everyone, I hope you can all hear me. This is no time to panic. Let us all calm and remain seated? Those of you that wish to handle this analytically can come to me up front, and those of you who need a moment, I believe the other side of the ballroom is much less corpse-y. If anyone has access to a cellular device, do please check your connections as well.", Namorel spoke both verbally and telepathically as he rose and stepped slowly to the front of the room. His staggering posture towered over many, if not all of the seated guests. He would turn to face the lot from the front of the room, his eyes locked on the few he was sure would come to meet him at the front of the room, he knew full well however that there were others that would need a moment of calm and hoped those with that soothing nature would be there for them.
"From what I can tell, we have a corpse... well had a corpse seemingly killed in a means that seems well, unnatural. If anyone got a good view of the scene before the fire, please do step forwards. All information at this time is very much appreciated.", Namorel's tone soothed as he pulled into a more suave attitude. There was a mystery afoot and anything, by the ever loving kais ANYTHING was better than having to return to Namek right now as reconstruction was occurring. Namorel's gaze would shift between Star, Celmaru, Sickle, and Scallio in particular, watching the lot of them as they were among the few he had known in passing. He had not caught a glimpse of Meringue yet, her arrivel going unnoticed to the Namekian.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 1
WC: 501
TWC: 1,012
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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 22:07:51 GMT
(SICKLE)
With a carefull look at the mirror, it was strange how the blood pooled according to the mirror on the wall...
As the man would notice what was going on, the questions been asked to him making quite a bit of sense, he would sigh quietly.
Just smirking as his head almost split open as his eyes seemed intent on trying out quite a few things yet he didn't have the time at this point.
"I am sorry, but i have been here for too long, that's all i can say as i am surprised you haven't noticed." The man then using a small nail like appendage on his finger that seemed unnatural to scratch away some paint on the tip of the gun as it had some orange on it.
(LEG & STAR) As the blue haired kid showed the book, the pages inside being completely empty to the eyes of outsiders, she smiles happily as she runs her hand over the cover with a soft smile on her face.
Almost as if she was remembering past events that were rather dear to herself, she soon brought herself to cough a few times as she raised her hand to a crocodile, sending out a telepathic message. 'Hey! Come over here!' before then speaking to the demon girl with a smile on her face. "I got this book way back when i passed through the realm, whenever you are in a pickle a person can ask it a question and depending on if they are lucky or not the book will answer!
A magical book with the answers to all situations i gotta say!" The girl would explain before then shutting it, making sure that a question couldn't be asked before it was closed.
"Is there anything that is confusing you at hand? Maybe either of you two?" as she would assume the crocodile having closed in too. (JAROD) Jarod as he was wandering around had a large, formidable pig of a creature sitting at a table, his height easily reaching up to the three meters as his width was nothing to scoff at, a small pig nose on his face as he would oink a few times before then saying to the butler. "May i have some more foo... Scruff... " Coughing becoming apparant as the man would then simply smile. "May i have some more meat? I would love some fresh meat, roasted or raw, i do not mind." (SCALLIO) As the knife that was supposed to be in the location from before was missing when he sat back down, a soft shriek was heard underneath the chair, between all the noises that were happening, creatures with sharp hearing, better than the normal folk but not as good as namekians would hear something scurrying around on the bottom of the table.
A sickly flesh sound, the ripping and tearing that was heard unlike anything else.
But at the same time, one of the suits of armour had moved... Or atleast it should have, wasn't it perfectly in the corner but now moved slightly out of position? (CELMARU) As Celmaru was moving around, inspecting the area and calling towards everything... Something had changed.
As the lights flickered for the hybrid for a solid second, he would notice that his wife was missing at this point, her entire body having gone within a mere second as the person was completely gone at this point.
The only thing that was remaining on the ground was a note written in a beautifull handwriting.
'Your children are next if you can't find me~' with a small cut of hair having been placed on the paper itself. (MERINGUE) As you enter, you spot a bunch of idiots, but above all, you notice that a young figure cloaked in a punk attire with a kitsune like face grasped another woman near Celmaru waterfield and had vanished towards the fountain when everybody was busy.
The fountain itself sputtering awkwardly for a few moments before the figure had vanished entirely? (NAMOREL) As you start to call out to everybody, you notice a tsk from two figures, one that was far away and one that was familiar to what you had done before, as if somebody was frustrated that the kill didn't go correctly.
Yet after all this, with all of the evidence that was starting to spread around, there was something that didn't tick you right, the paintings on the walls having changed from flowers into landscapes with flowers.
Even some of the bricks on the walls have been changed entirely as if the building restored itself from a blow from somewhere? As many people started to make their way to the corpse, a large crowd starting to gather up, it was obvious that the number had been thinning rather nicely, before the butler then simply started coughing awkwardly to himself, excusing the woman called Usa as he handed her a small note for his apology. Yet the pool of blood on the ground seemed to have been seeping into gaps carefully, light reflecting of it carefully. With the crowd starting to build up more and more, there was a large blackout, the lights flashing off and on for a while before there was a simple notion by the butler as he would raise his hands in panic. "Okay, Okay, i am going to be blunt here, i have no idea what is going on." ------------------- EVERYBODY IS STILL ALLOWED TO JOIN LATE. 9 PEOPLE REACHED. NEXT TIER OF REWARDS ARE AT 10. Everybody has 24 hours to post. If another person wishes to join, please post before everybody finishes posting. |
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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 23:56:54 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: 1,151
Total Thread WC: 2514
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
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| Sickle would merely watch as everything went along as seemed to be the plan. Namorel was gathering the folks in the ballroom with Celmaru to one end to investigate the matter, all the while everyone else would be requested to the other side, leaving Sickle with only a few things to him. He had already decided on what to do. However, this was just as his guard seemed to do something odd.
The guard demonstrated to Sickle privately that the firearm in his possession was fake, likely to be used as a tool to threaten with, and the idea struck Sickle hard.
He would reach over and converse with the guard, asking and hopefully getting the toy gun from the Saibaman. If he was successful in retrieving the toy firearm from the guard, he would tell him it was fine and to go find somewhere safer, as something was clearly amiss with this whole standard, and silently crush the orange tip on the end as to make it seem realistic once more, before hiding it away inside of his bio-armor pockets. If he did not manage to get the gun from the guard, he would still go about telling him to find safety with the crowd either investigating or not, before moving with his hover chair between the two sides and groups, floating over to where the body was, inspecting the pool of blood, as well as the burning ashes of the corpse.
He noticed as he looked that the blood in relation to the mirror on the wall, as if something was off. Was it making a shape, potentially, or was it just clearly obvious that the blood pooled in a certain way as to reveal where she may had been stabbed or shot or whatever it was that may have killed her. Maybe the wall mirror told a different tale as to the death, as Sickle was well aware that mirrors in places such as this tended to not just be the typical mirror, but rather, a gateway to the soul or some other stupid and useless remark that seemed almost out of a fiction novel. He wondered, before turning back to the ashes, and reaching out his finger to feel the heat of the ashes without touching the actual evidence, seeing if the heat was more akin to a Ki blast or self-ignition, such as gasoline and other additives that may cause spontaneous combustion. Following up with peering at the pooled blood to see if any of the fires had been hot enough to boil or burn any of the blood, indicating if the fire may be hotter than self-ignition could potentially be, thus making Ki a more-like choice, or vice-versa.
It was all before he decided to secretly pull out the little mirror the guard had handed him, and direct it towards the wall mirror and the blood, curious as to if it may be of any use. Reversing a reversed image, or getting a better look with his own directional mirroring could give him clues and insight into the entire debacle at hand, attempting to find any clues he potentially could, outright avoiding going to the gaggle of junior detectives or to the crowds of people not wanting to die, all he cared about right now was discovering what may have happened so he could dish out some righteous Changeling justice upon those who would threaten to kill in Sickle's presence without asking first. It's a common courtesy to ask someone before you kill someone near them, and someone had clearly forgotten their manners near the gigantic lizard man.
"Alright. I see." He would comment on any evidence he found from his detective work, before he would raise his voice and speak up. "OKAY. Lime-Green Ratman and Monkey Boy Wonder, could you please take gather your forces and come take a look." He would say, hiding the mirror once more before they arrived, making sure they never knew of it's existence, before motioning his hand towards the ashes and pool of blood. "I know you wish to discuss it but as far as I see, the evidence is thermic and the more we wait the colder those ashes get. I am assuming we can rule out spontaneous combustion, unless the humanoid who died was some alien race that specializes in lighting themselves on fire, and judging from the heat I am going to guess off of my head that they're not covered in any ignition fluid such as petrol or diethyl, thus making the culprit either someone with inate pyromantic powers or someone who is uneffected by the clear Ki dampeners surrounding this entire place. Considering I can't just start blasting people with my eye beams right now, they're strong enough to even make the stronger people here as weak as a filthy monkey, so we best be working together to solve this mystery before someone else ends up dead. I am hopeful that it does not end up being me, since the last thing I want to do is explain to my ancestors in hell why I only lasted a good two hundred years before dying to some sort of pyromaniac in a Earthican mansion. That is the word, right? Earthican, Earthling, whatever." he would ramble on for a moment, before popping his neck with a loud and vibrant crack, before smirking once more and breathing heavily for a moment, beginning to notice what true weight on his body in his second form at such a weak state was doing to his ability to breathe normally. "So, Brutes Mayne, any ideas on what may have happened? I still am on the fence with the humanoid stick figure in the way-to-revealing dress and her 'I just so happened to be right beside of a dead body' excuse. If we had a murder weapon, that would be different, but instead all we get to look at is a bunch of cremated remains, a nice lake of crimson and my regrets for ever ending up here."
As he would finish his little annoyance, he would recline back further than normal, his tail reaching out of the chair and rattling around the table nearby for a glass of wine, before bringing a tray full of them to the chair, ready for the Changeling to feast on. His lips parting from a smirk simply to taste the nice flavor of the Chardonnay he was sipping, awaiting for his slav- er- rather, friends to complete their deductions and help him assess the situation in a much better light.
"I would request we keep everything here civil, as the last thing I wish to do is be forced to create body number two." He would simple sigh, kicking his feet up and pressing cruise control, getting slightly dosey in his char. "That would just ruin this nice and interesting dinner party, no?" |
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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 23:58:17 GMT
Silica listened intently to the blue haired female, the one whom ever so impishly beforehand referred to themselves as a Demon. Which hilariously was not the most intriguing or worrying matter in this mansion on this ever so peculiar night. Perhaps Legemeton had been right on it being best for her not to attend, but the young girl was far too curious to see how everything played out and learn more about this other girl in particular to leave now and leave so many loose ends untied, leaving her with more questions than answers after all.
The book she was show was... empty? There was nothing to it that came off as peculiar beyond this one, specific quirk The pages lay almost untouched, and yet the book almost seemed worn form use and age, there was something amiss with it, but neither the young human girl, not her dormant demonic companion could pull anything from the fact. Her brow furrowed as she examined it further, eyes scanning it thoroughly and yet nothing and nothing still. The explanation she was offered didn't assist with the fact either. Some matter of luck and questioning seemed to be the catch to it... it almost felt like some sort of gimmick, and yet this was rather vital information one could suckle upon.
Silica's attention would be shifted to the amassing crowd for a moment as the attention of most seemed to be turned to the crime scene from before, the stench of charred corpse still fresh on the air, it was almost as bad as the scent Legemeton left behind when he reverted form his true form and allowed Silica control once more. The child was unfazed by the scent for this reason along and continued to ponder the person before them with a thoughtful 'hrm', her index and thumb resting under her chin, the dainty fingers curled around her lower jaw some.
"So what's the catch? I presume the book acts as some sort of monkey's paw? It is rare that any sort of magical artefact retains a power as specific and yet powerful as that without some catch all on the beneficiary end of the item itself.", Silica questioned with a grin. Her soft voice, shaky, but sure of examination of the peculiar piece. Over the past weeks she had begun to further delve into the esoteric understandings of Legemeton, the Demon's knowledge of the Occult and magic gave her a new way to look about the world, to understand what was around her and differentiate the mundane from the paranormal and this house... these people... that book, there were all well beyond the mundane. There was something amiss and it was on the tip of her tongue, perhaps those who were assessing the situation at this time would bring more to light for the young girl, so she could see it from afar.
Legemeton/Silica
Demon (BoN)
PL: 1
WC: 482
TWC: 1,407 |
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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 12, 2019 9:05:44 GMT
Star couldn’t help but wonder just why everyone was getting so bent out of shape. Then again she’d seen her fair share of people dying on her voyage to Namek. Had in fact been the cause of those folk dying. The only really strange thing here was that the body had combusted, which she felt was little more than a waste of effort on someone’s part when they had gone and killed the person during a feast. Then again it’s one thing to see another race die and quite another when it’s one of your own being killed. Though Star realised that much to her disappointment she was unable to actually get up on the table to get to the food on her own and would need help in that regard.
It did seem that food was going to have to wait for now, unless someone else was going to go and get themselves killed at any rate. Maybe then she’d be able to actually eat something at this supposed meal. What she was getting instead was some happy little strange human beckoning her over? The nerve of it, what use did she have for heading over to a pair of children? If it wasn’t for the fact that the message being sent to her was a mental communication she’d have instantly ignored it. As it was someone was being careful to call to her without others being aware. She was rather glad of heading over in the first place since she’d been presented with something rather unusual. A seemingly empty book that she was being told that the magical book would be able to answer any question. So she decided to drop a message into the head of the two young girls
Catch or not, if we are not being lied to this book would instantly allow us to solve this little murder. Though the cynic in me thinks it would instead set us at the throats of another member of this party. We were all invited here, different races, different planets it seems. By some random seemingly rich Earthling and as we all started to arrive there was suddenly a corpse to deal with? This feels too deliberate, especially since right now unless it’s just me. We’re unable to really use our abilities making me feel utterly useless down here on the ground.
She spared a scowl for the seemingly useless butler but there was no heart in the stare. It wasn’t like she could do anything serious to harm the man right now. Maybe after she left the building far enough to be able to fight once more she’d throw enough energy to level the damn place for what it did to her for however long she was stuck in this little mess. The giant sickle proved to be as entertaining as he had during their last meeting. Though he seemed rather interested in the prospect of figuring out and solving this little problem as well as the Guru of Name. Though she didn’t consider herself to be on the best terms with them all. It might be worth engaging in a little bit of a question to them both but right now Star had nothing to add to the investigation. Addressing the blue haired girl and the grey haired girl Star’s words were cautious
Why not then ask the book two questions, one for each of us. Do not assume that the answers are true but we could use them as guidelines to help the loud ones over there find the clues they need to solve it as we potentially already know the answers yes? If it turns out to be wrong than the evidence that we’d need to prove the books answers right wouldn’t be available? At least, if that is the catch. Maybe the book does something weird like makes you the next victim or something if you ask it a question. How much do you really know about this book blue haired human?
The croc spent most of this little speech doing their best to try and clamber up and onto the table via one of the chairs. Their tiny size making this a rather annoyingly difficult task, but damn it all they wanted something to eat today and they weren’t going to just let it go to waste because of some stupid potential killer, for all she knew one of the folk here wasn’t suffering from the strange effects that were making members of the group complain that they were as powerless as she felt right now so it was worth baring in mind that there could be an upper limit to what the suppressive force could do. This was turning out to be a lot of work just for a meal.
WC: 800
TWC: 1218
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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 12, 2019 20:47:13 GMT
Scallio, the ColonelThis whole event was getting stranger by the second. The girl in the tight dress had crumpled against the wall. She looked like she was about ready to break out into tears, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself down. It must’ve been her first time seeing someone die. Scallio scowled. He didn’t like this situation at all. Not one bit. He couldn’t help but feel like the butler was in on it, too. Between the man bursting into flames on the floor and the ki dampeners suppressing the Ki of everyone in the mansion and made them all potential targets for whoever was doing this. But as Scallio sat down the sounds of flesh wretching underneath his chair caught his attention, followed by a scream. He stood out of his chair with a start, turning around after grabbing the knife on the table he had previously set down. The last thing he wanted to do was lose track of it again.
Turning around to face where the sound had come from he noticed… one of the suits of armor he had seen earlier had moved. Just slightly. Scallio took a few steps towards the suit, making sure to stay out of reach of it and the other suits of armor in the corner, but inspecting it, letting out a humm from his mouth as he thought over what might be happening. It could be an android or someone wearing it, but why would they hide away in a suit of armor? It all just seemed so strange.
This whole ordeal was giving Scallio a headache, so he stepped back further from the group and yelled to everyone in the room. “Hey, everyone. Make sure to grab a buddy and stay together. We’re all safer in numbers while we try to figure this whole thing out!”
Now he just hoped someone would be willing to stick with him for the evening.
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Thread PL: 1
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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 13, 2019 21:18:07 GMT
Jarod turned to the huge pig like person, a person who was most likely the largest person Jarod had ever seen, and immediately attempted to fulfil the man’s request. He didn’t want to raise suspicion by ignoring a request of a guest. “Of course sir, here. For your first request we have some of our finest dishes.”He grabbed one of the small plates of food from his metal plate and placed it on the table in front of the large pig-man. Jarod noticed however that the meal he served didn’t actually have any meat in it as the person requested. “And for your second request we have…”As he spoke, Jarod turned to face the metal plate to look for a plate that had some form of meat. To his surprise, there wasn’t any on his tray. Not even in the space that got replaced. With quick thinking, Jarod decided to use this as his method of escape from the room since he didn’t have a reason to stay within the mansion. “Sir, i’m afraid i’m having some trouble with the food you’ve requested. I believe we have something in stock that would be able to satisfy you so please, allow me to go and get some for you.”The undercover cowboy gave a small bow before turning to the door in the grand hall, walking over and leaving the room though it. Outside in the hallways it was quiet. He didn’t see anybody nor hear anything other than the people from where he came from. A feeling of discomfort shot across his body as he walked to the closest bathroom. Outside of it there was a small table of sorts with a few decorations on it. Jarod pushed a few out of the way and placed the metal tray he carried down on the table and went to freshen up in the bathroom. Like the hallways before, nobody was inside. Jarod went over to one of the taps and got some cool water out of them to wash his face. He looked up into the mirror and adjusted the suit that he was wearing to be neat and tidy. “Urgh.. this suit doesn’t sit with me well. Too tight.”With that done Jarod walked back out of the Bathroom to re-grab the tray he carried before, only for it to have vanished. The decorations on the table were back to their original position, except that there was one additional item among them. A small, white box with a small golden emblem of a Tiger on it. “Err….”Jarod picked up the box and looked at it. It was locked, with a keyhole on the side of it. It was small enough to pocket so Jarod placed it within his left formal jacket’s pocket. He felt like he was being toyed with here, as well as being followed. Jarod turned to look around his surroundings but there was nobody else around him. His sensors were coming up blank as well. With a feeling of uneasiness, Jarod slowly walked around the hallways towards the main exit of the mansion.
WC: 530
TWC: 1,017
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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 15, 2019 18:37:36 GMT
The moment progressed with startling efficiency. Due to the telepathic prowess of Namorel, the predicament's shock factor diminished significantly. Those who weren't partial to the idea of deducing the harbinger of seemingly fruitless murder remained aside. As beneficial as that could likely be, however, those who retained their presence were indubitably strange. Nevertheless, the moment wasn't to be spend expressing opinions to himself; the hybrid nudged his seat aside. Lurching forward to stand, the hybrid's reality seemed to flicker. Celmaru's vision stuttered, the briefest moment flitting between unprecedented darkness and the mansion's sophisticated atmosphere. It was then that the hybrid's palm struck his nearby tabletop.
The tabletop? The blinking of the hall's lighting ceased. The hybrid slid his fingertips across the surface hastily, perpetually staring away in an overwhelming anxiety. Celmaru experienced the uncanny sensation of his own heartbeat. Palpitations began to set themselves in. No. No, not her. Wait -- no, no, no! Why? No! NO!! Fingers clenched mercilessly. A crude crackling and popping erupted from Celmaru's clenching claw of a hand. The hybrid's breathing became erratic. There wasn't a thing that he could've done about this. This was inevitable, wasn't it? A vein revealed itself along the hybrid's neck -- meandering itself beneath a contracting jawline. Finally willing himself to peer upon the seat his wife once sat, the hybrid's utmost dismay was realized wholly. Phae had vanished -- with a meager slip of paper to remain. Why? Why him? Why her?! Take the bastard that will willingly kick your ass instead!!
The paper's scribbling included an additional threat of his children, too. The reverberations of an eccentric heartbeat encroached upon the hybrid's mind; mimicking a headache. Grit teeth bared themselves alongside a furrowed brow. Albeit, this furrowed brow had descended so abruptly that it was if Celmaru were some cartoon character. Regardless, it was of no further matter that a scrap of hair was paired with the note. The hybrid swiped the sheet from the seat, promptly crumpling it. Neither of them were here! Why would they be any part of this equation? Huh?! This dastard has it coming -- in spades!! Sickle and Namorel had seemingly begun their investigation, in the meantime. While they appeared content enough gathering paltry clues, the hybrid swiftly discovered minimal patience for it.
The trepidation, the anxiety, the apprehension, all forms of worry and discomfort came to a head. With a motion akin to an axe kick, the hybrid utilized the leverage to overcome the dining table. Kicking aside all manners of beverages and foodstuffs along the way, Celmaru went into a bull's rush for the nearest exit. The previously acquired box had remained within the hybrid's other palm, albeit it likely only furthered his sluggishness. The damnable place had fabricated enough issues as it is! As he primed himself to tackle the door away, the hybrid haphazardly considered either disrupting the Ki dampening or simply romping throughout this entire mansion. Celmaru bet to himself that either would consume too much time. Such muddled thoughts, however, were disrupted when the hybrid made contact with the door. Neither budged.
With a minuscule moment's pause, the hybrid cursed his own weakness as he manually opened the door via the handle. Conveniently enough, it appeared to be the very same hallway another individual was shuffling around in. The hybrid didn't recognize Jarod, albeit the act of witnessing this stranger -- alone, for that matter -- was suspicious enough. Celmaru suddenly swung the door closed behind him; the raucous slam echoing vigorously within the hallway. While seemingly more sapient in comparison to before, Celmaru was ever more evidently irritable.
"Where in the feckin' bitchin'-ass hellin' of Hells d'you think you're goin'?"
Irritable enough to forget the polite speech patterns, at least.
Doors are dumb anyway.
WC: 620
TWC: 1,658
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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 15, 2019 20:27:48 GMT
Namorel could only frown as the group that converged on him was a fraction of what he has hoped would be such. Many of them still seemed rather intent to keep to the corpse... or whatever was left of it for that matter. The Namekian's patience was drawing thin by the second, until he finally just let out a sigh and figures that no one else would take up his request to make their way to where he stood. Nodding silently to the few that had come his way, Namorel would beckon to them to follow.
Sickle had called Namorel over to himself... by a rather crude, but oddly hilarious name. The Changeling would then proceed to give a rather... interesting monologue on his thoughts on it all. The Namekian would take a careful look at the remains, his eyes drawn to the walls and paintings that seemed to shift with every second and nod along with Sickle's reasoning. As crazy as the lizard man was, for once he was making a shocking amount of sense and it almost unsettled the Namekian as he thought about it all in all honestly. A half smile crossed his lips as he bent down, taking a closer look at what was available to him.
"You make a valid point honestly. However something is amiss. It is apparent that some among you don't seem quite as shocked or phased as one would come to expect. Truly, some of you seem more discontent than worried, stressed, or concerned. It would seem that there is much, much more to this than a simple death.", Namorel spoke, his words intent to draw out those he had caught the ire from prior. He wanted to draw their attention and look forwards to the opportunity to make their actions apparent. As his words came to a close however, he would take a stride over to the changing walls and press against one point that had not fully shifted yet, curious as to the integrity of the structure. Something was amiss and Namorel wanted to get it out of the way before fully unveiling the murder at hand and whatever was toying with this house may be a greater threat than a killer could ever hope to be.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 1
WC: 378
TWC: 1,380
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Meringue
Junior Member
52 posts
Race: Majin
Power Level: 53,000
Zeni: 10,000
Training Points: 13
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Light Weights [+25% Power Level]
25% Ally
Transformations: x5 Nuclear Flambé [Perm]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Meringue on May 15, 2019 20:37:23 GMT
With the clearly "under influence" Meringue making a private scene to herself, the two in one Majin paused her rants about butlers and whether or not they may or may not have done "it". "Man this vibe is fuckin' killing me! Who died and killed the par- Oh." She spoke, stopping upon seeing the blatant murder and hearing a voice enter her shared mind on top of that. "Woah, it's getting a little crowded in here, Meri...""Not by my own choice. Do you know how rude it is to invade one's mind unannounced?"
The duo mentally acknowledged their Namekian "leader" in return, Meringue mostly being surprised that someone remembered that telepathy even existed other than herself and an old friend of her's. "While my body is woefully "in use", I do believe that we can potentially be of use to this apparent investigation, our late arrival aside." She spoke, her body glancing around the grand hall and its... Admittedly quite grim atmosphere, soon spying some mysterious figure grabbing another and running towards a fountain, disappearing like the wind. This, of course spurred a knee-jerk reaction in the volatile mixture of magic and ambivalence. "HEY, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YOU FUCKIN... I DON'T HAVE AN INSULT BUT COME BACK" Yelled the absorption influenced Majin, rushing past what seemed to just be another Saiyan at first glance in pursuit of what this "detective" clearly saw as the culprit."Oh dear, it seems we are off again. We will keep an eye out for anything strange. Do keep in touch."_
WC: 259
TWC: 551 |
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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 15, 2019 20:42:23 GMT
Usa was still in shock, taking deep breaths still as she steadied herself unto her heels. The butler seemed just as stressed as she was as he handed her a piece of paper. She wouldn't bother to read it at the moment, tucking it into the closest thing she had to a pocket in the dress. She had come woefully unprepared for the matters and hand and frankly was not ready for whatever menagerie of madness was to follow this murder and following investigation. As the others began to crowd the corpse... or what remained at the least, Usa made haste to slide between those making the hemisphere.
Slowly making her way to the other side of the room, her eyes would be drawn to the rather large man that seemed to be trying to pull together those that wanted the safety of numbers, but this was not something the young woman felt entirely comfortable with. Someone had been murdered and it could have been anyone that was in the room... she found it exceedingly difficult to trust anyone at this time, no matter their supposed intent. Without a second thought, she would look for a passageway, perhaps a hallway.
Usa wanted to find a bathroom, so she could take a moment to bring herself to her senses and wash up whatever mess her face may have been. Her body still quivered as she scanned the walls, looking for any opening she could stride into without causing a fuss. Catching sight of another man making his way through a doorway, she would shadow him, climbing into the hallway and hiding in the shadows, pulling herself to the wall and hoping to scurry past unnoticed.
"There has to be a bathroom around here somewhere... or something comparable to that at the least.", she muttered to herself, looking for even the slightest indication of a lavatory for her usage. She hoped matters in the prior room were going well, or as well as one could hope when someone was eviscerated and then spontaneously burst into flames... and not under the conditions that would normally merit such combustion. As she thought about it, everything clicked as her personality chip shifted.
Her heart rate slowed some and her mind paced itself as she replayed the incident in her mind, analytically this time rather than under the stress of before. The woman had said something... specifically something about a daughter? Perhaps this was what she needed to focus on after she had a moment to straighten herself out. The conditions on the death were also peculiar as it was as if she was cut in come manner, almost internally based on what happened to her body. The organs of someone don't just fall from them when they happen to die on the spot, all of it was auspicious and none of it seemed to scientifically add up.
The possibilities began to race through her mind, distracting her further from those around her, or any that made it their mission to sneak up on her in some manner.
Usa
Bio-Android
PL: 1
WC: 512
TWC: 1,418
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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 15, 2019 22:55:53 GMT
SICKLE As Sickle nearly touched the ashes, feeling the heat being akin to something that was burned in stomach acids, the mirror on the wall spoke of no information.
Yet when he used the mirror that was given to him by fate it seems like, he would soon end up having a few words become visible.
'It mimics the house, we are digesting.' As there was a single notion that became obvious to Sickle.
Were they actually being dampened? ------------ STAR AND SILLICA The girl introducing herself as Silvia simply smiles as she offers the book to the two with the great ideas that were given, her face turning into a brilliant smile as she asks "Book! What are their names!" Before reading a bunch of written words and then saying "Star, Sillica, please go ahead and ask! The only monkey paw it has is that my antromorphic friend tends to get in trouble whenever i ask too many questions!" As she would then look around and have a bit of distress on her face.
"If you see him, tell him i am safe atleast? Please?" She smiled contently "White mask, yellow fur..." ----------- SCALLIO As Scallio tried to grab the knife, it was gone entirely as the armour itself seemed to have a small cubic item hidden away in it that was locked with a small fox keyhole.
The reason that this was obvious was that on the upper part of the box itself a fox was drawn holding a rabbit in its mouth.
Chewing away and attempting to survive.
It almost seemed life like...? ---------- JAROD As Jarod exits to the hallways, a certain realization was met, the soft pulsing halls of flesh that were once covered in carpeting, wood and all that gazed towards him.
A few mouths opening and closing carefully as the creature would then simply smile.
"Food?" It spoke as a fleshy portrusion came from the roof, a long slithering mass of orange flesh that had pistles along the shaft as it would then place the order on the plate before then the box had the top starting to sliver off... a note remaining. ---------- CELMARU Celmaru as he opened the door saw that Jarod had a plate that was filled with food from a large fleshy portrusion, the wall of eyes and teeth simply gazing towards him as it licked carefully. "Hunger? Hunger?" Before it would then try to move a portrusion towards the Hybrid to grant him some food, the tendril trying to feed the creature... Yet Celmaru remembers this...
Isn't this a mimic? A creature that traps others in a fake scenario to digest them all?
There was just one thing he was certain of.
If he didn't warn Jarod, He would die by coming here too often and so would he if he stayed. --------- NAMOREL While Namorel was looking around, he would start to notice that everything was starting to shift around.
As if he had a few too many drinks with the world spinning around before a vision of a single namekian was visible, bloodied eye sockets as a single word was uttered. "Useless." From a previous guru who had put trust in him before a second blink showed him that a namekian visitor in the distance had vanished.
Yet... It also seemed that when he tried to spot Phae... She was gone. -------- MERINGUE Meringue as you run towards the fountain you notice that he had slipped INTO the water exhaust pipe in the middle that was supposed to spray things upwards, instead a small fleshy doll that was stuck in it, a crime against nature honestly, but you do notice a small tinderbox and a match...
Maybe you get a better vision by dropping a match in? ------- USA Usa would soon find herself fall through a door in the hallway, she was temporarily unable to move even a single inch as a large furnace made out of flesh was sitting infront of her, matches laying on the ground along with pieces of wood and a single small doll, a doll that was trying to crawl away while crying painfully, demorphed and in pain it seemed.
One small eye on the fleshy humanish toddler doll blinking before screeching just loud enough to assault Usa before going quiet and struggling on the ground, a few bulbs bursting. This post has no general information due to the nature of all private posts. Those who wish to join can see that everybody is argueing and discussing things, if you wish to join toss me a private message via discord and i will give you information how you ended up here. |
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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 15, 2019 23:43:35 GMT
If there was anything in the slightest had not expected... or for that matter wanted, was to in any way fall. However, as is typically the fate for those that find themselves in situations they do not favor, she found herself the unwilling victim of a door that seemed ever so eager to pull her inside. Incapable of movement, she had to watch helplessly as it put her into free fall, one of her heels pulled from her left foot and left in the room before her, which in its own way was a travesty and snapped the girl back into her analytical mindset, her skin quivering lightly in frustration.
Things would come to a halt however as she found herself prone in a room that seemed enveloped in some sort of fleshy mass, all leading to a furnace that almost exuded a chill from the lack of a flame. She would turn her attention to it and the kindling materials nearby for a moment before light movement nearby piqued her interest. While she initially had difficulty locating the source of this movement, it would quickly become apparent to her, and my what a sight it was.
Some fleshy mass... almost comparable to an infant or a toy doll. A single eye of the fleshy doll blinked auspiciously at the young woman that had pulled herself unto her knees, slowly regaining her bearings. She would move to pull herself to her feet when the screech struck her ears, almost pushing her back unto her rear. Taking a moment to recover from the auditory assault, she would look at the now clearly depressing sight, the being almost looked to be in pain, and that was not a state Usa wished on anyone.
Taking a soft breath, she would pull a vial from her secret hiding place, a small cork restraining a thick green fluid that sloshed around violently inside. Pulling the cork from the vial and drawing some of this fluid unto her nail, the female Biological Android would ram this nail into the fleshy doll, forcing the nanites into its being, with hope that these machines would offer it some relief from any assumed pain it may be in. Once this procedure was complete, she recorked and hid her vial once more, tucking it carefully back where it originated.
It was at this point she turned her attention to the furnace, tossing some of the wood into the chilling interior and kindling it to the best of her ability. She hoped her efforts would come to some conclusion as a small matter of warmth would be much, much appreciated at a moment like this. Her eyes would be locked on the infant like being however, hoping it would keep its distance from any fires that may spring up from the interior of the heating unit she was tampering with.
Usa
Bio-Android
PL: 1
WC: 479
TWC: 1,897
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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 15, 2019 23:55:03 GMT
Namorel would frown as the constantly altering room continued in its dreadfully mind numbing patterns. Namorel had never been what the Earthlings referred to as 'drunk', but he had heard stories about how this was likely how they saw the world and he was honestly glad that he was a being that only really lived off water. If he had to deal with this on any occasion more than once, he likely would not have any insides. The constant shifting and spirals brought him to almost wretch, coughing at the visual assault that it seemed only he was suffering from.
The things changed. A vision, one of the past... a Namekian that Namorel knew well enough... a guru from times past. The state he was in was, terrifying... Namorel wanted to look away, but to do so would mean more mind wrenching shifting of his surroundings. He wanted it all to stop, he wanted it all to calm and for the prior guru to disappear and for the word, that one lingering word to fade into oblivion. His mental links snapped open violently, releasing a telepathic wave of disharmony as the Namekian grasped at his scalp.
"Get out of my sight! Return to the Afterlife and stop... STOP this constant movement! These damn walls won't stay still!"
The Namekian's voice would rock telepathically for all in the vicinity, echoing over multiple times before coming to a calm. Dropping to his knees, Namorel would continue to grasp his head, trying to shake away the visions that had burrowed into his mind, repeating behind his eyelids and not letting him rest from what he saw. The Namekian would remain this way for quite some time, incapable of opening his eyes and facing what he saw again. He would manage to pull himself unto a seat, his eyes still closed as tightly as he could manage and his mind still open, his thoughts flowing freely to anyone that paid attention to his constant telepathic transmissions.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 1
WC: 332
TWC: 1,712
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