Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Mar 17, 2018 17:58:04 GMT -5
Castle "Clara Victoria" oozed with an eerie quietness, Only having been a few days since it had become home to another King. This quietness would only be broken occasionally by the sound of work and commerce, scattered throughout the palace. Old castle carpenters and servants alike were brought in to repair and tidy up the previously vacant palace. They worked quickly and diligently, viewing the new king with uncertain eyes.
It wasn't just the servants or the carpenters that watched the king with uncertainty though. The entire empire looked on, waiting to see what their new "leader" did next.
Pars himself wondered that exact question- "What should I do next..." He mumbled quietly, listening to his ministers and advisors argue over budget management. He'd sort of forgotten that as king, he had to deal with a whole lot of boring stuff along with the better aspects of ruling a nation. The meeting ended inconclusively, meaning that the next day Pars would have to go back in and listen to his "Court" argue again over the same dull topic.
The thought of having to waste another hour on budget cuts caused a sigh to escape his lips as he marched towards a transport pod he'd set up in advance before the meeting. He arranged for a personal squad of his and himself to go check on a northern outpost/base. Pars had sent one of his generals to this outpost and had been wanting to get a status update on the front since the beginning of his rule a few weeks ago.
Upon arrival, Pars was told that there were no changes. A disappointing answer really, But not really an unwanted one either. The general and Pars spoke a bit more about possible strategies and troop placement in the region, before ending their conversation. Pars let out another sigh, rubbing his temple before looking around at his personal guard
"... Know what... I'm gonna go for a walk, you guys stay here" Pars told them, walking off in the direction of the north. Nothing interesting had happened of late, which bothered Pars. It'd been a while since he became king, and yet there was no movement from the north. Pars couldn't very well start a war a week into his rule, so he was sort of depending on his northern counterpart to start up the "fun" so that he could finally unite the planet.
Thoughts such as these plagued his mind, so much so that he accidentally found himself a bit *too* far up north. "...Oh.... guess i should turn back now huh..." He said aloud, preparing to walk back the way he came.
Will probably edit this a tad
510 HP, 3d34
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Post by Retasu on Mar 18, 2018 11:43:57 GMT -5
[ 3d47 ] Recovery. The Northern King had taken some time to physically recover from his battle with the Durian, having been pushed to his limits the entire time far beyond he had ever been pushed before. During that time there was news in regards to the, up until recently, quiet Southern sector of the planet. Retasu had every intention of marching over there sooner rather than later, making the same declaration he had previously and expect to wipe out their leader, whoever that may be. Though it still seemed that Totoma, the man who had declared himself King previously, was still nowhere to be found on the planet. However, another had taken charge, and from what little "intel" his soldiers and scouts could get him, the young man's name was Pars, a Saiyajin from an upper class, elite family who had taken to acquiring enough of an army to settle things his own way, in preparation of perhaps finding some resistance. Whatever the case, the Northern King was on his way towards that Southern sector to see things for himself, the conversation he had with his uncle still in his mind. "They would fight their own people to become leader?" His uncle's response was simply a shrug followed by, "I'm sure if you went missing all of a sudden there would be some of us who would be waiting for your return, while some others may get too impatient and want to finish this. Then we'd have another civil war on our hands. Makes sense, doesn't it?" The conversation was all Retasu could think of, as his form blasted through the skies a lone figure caught his eye, making its way through the wastelands by himself.
Retasu changed his flight pattern, sending his form downwards until he landed, that energy dispersing around him. A wild mane of black hair was tied back tightly in a ponytail of sorts, donning another set of that Saiyajin battle outfit, blue bodysuit and white vest armor with gold accents, showing his true status as an Elite, more than likely. Eyes narrowed into slits, powerful arms crossing over his chest plate as he stared down the man. "You seem to be lost. You look more like you belong THAT way." His head nodded towards the opposite direction in which Pars was walking, keeping his own stance firm on the ground, slightly open legged as that tail wavered around behind him before coming up to wrap around his waist. "Or do you generally take long walks where you're not supposed to?" The one in front of him wasn't anyone he recognized, not that he knew every face of every member of his Empire, but anyone stationed this far South would be wearing at least a similar battle armor outfit to Retasu. This one was clearly different.
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Beefa
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 95
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Saiyajin
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,120
Zeni: 1,397
HP: 810
SP: 0
Transformations: Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Beefa on Mar 18, 2018 12:42:36 GMT -5
Inside Castle Clara Victoria a young woman with silver ponytails wandered the castle's long hallways in her usual attire. She was just one of the many Saiyan hybrids who served under Pars from a very far distance thanks to the demonic blood flowing through her veins. She did not have anything to do at the moment since Pars captured the southern half of the planet by himself so the young woman wanted to go and request some work from him in order to make her name known. She happened upon the young man and a group leaving the castle as she passed by a window in the building. She had no idea where they were going but quickly took to following him by air from a good distance away in the air. The moment he reached an outpost though he separated from his group and walked north of all things. She had no idea what he was doing but soon found out when he stopped and looked like he was going to turn around. "A simple walk..." she uttered to herself, "...that's real weird for a king but I'm sure he has a lot to think about." Her blue eyes though found themselves soon focusing on a burly man in a jump suit and battle armor who landed before him. She had no idea what was going on from what above but she could probably guess they were talking of something. If either of the two of them started shooting energy blasts she'd take it upon herself to drop down upon them and protect her king. She was only a lowly person who worked in the castle but even out here it was ridiculous for her new leader not to have a bodyguard to get help from.
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Mar 20, 2018 22:32:39 GMT -5
Pars paused, his arms crossed as he turned his head to face a new, unexpected arrival. {...Tch... a northern patrol?....} He wondered, turning his whole body around to face retasu, who had begun to question him. He noticed that his power was definitely a lot higher than a normal soldier's, and in fact was quite a bit higher than Pars's own. {A captain..., maybe a general} Pars theorized, looking the man up and down quickly as he spoke, barely listening to him as he silently judged his northern counterpart. {It'd be bothersome if that was the case... But... No matter... I probably shouldn't start a fight regardless.. especially not this far north...} Pars decided, smiling smugly at the Northern King as his mind raced to think up a convincing story.
"....Well, stranger... Sorry to say but I'm *not* from the south if that's what you were hoping for. I live right here in the border regions with what little family members I have left. Really stranger, you're the one taking a walk where you're not supposed to... you're standing right on top of one of my families farming properties" Pars told the king, content with his "on the spot" backstory. {Hopefully, the soldier would buy that story} Pars thought, continuing after a few seconds-
"Well if you understand, then get outa here!" Pars yelled rudely, his smile still ever present, though now a bit toned down as he awaited the Northern King's response
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Post by Retasu on Mar 22, 2018 8:13:27 GMT -5
Retasu could only tilt his head to the side somewhat at this stranger's answer. However, his stance never changed, remaining directly in front of the man with his arms crossed tightly over that armored chest. Instead of moving, as the man had demanded, he stood there firmly and answered sharply. "Your family should find somewhere else to live. This area is nothing more than a wasteland now, used as a battlefield." He gave a look around the area, as if trying to confirm it to himself that this part of the planet was nothing more than a war torn dump. If it had ever been anything else before that was all gone. The dirt was dry and heavy, nearly the same consistency as rocks, nothing would be able to grow here even the most hardy of vegetables. Even the wild beasts had all but retreated to other parts of the planet, while others had "evolved" to become scavengers, picking the bones of the fallen who perished here. Charcoal colored eyes moved back to the other Saiyajin male then. "The North would have you, should you pledge your allegiance there. Though, I know there are some who have decided not to fight either way. It's a bit of cowardice if you ask me, if they are waiting to see which side remains after all of this."
He tone was a bit demeaning, but his emotions were true. If this one was a "neutral" as he had stated, or at least that's what Retasu had assumed being where he and his family chose to live, than he was no better than the defectors to the South. Their only saving grace was that Retasu would give them the same courtesy, he'd give them a chance to fight alongside him before eradicating them. If they chose to remain in their rebellious ways then the North would have no choice. "This war is going to come to its conclusion soon. I suggest you and your family protect yourselves and take refuge in the North." His arms uncrossed so he could point a thumb behind him, towards the makeshift border that was set up with various guards and defense structures that had been erected. "After a thorough background check, that is, to make sure you are who you say you are."
His arms went back to cross over his chest, now almost peering down at the man as if he didn't trust him, or believe him. It was safe to say that the likelihood of both was very high. "What did you say your name was, again?"
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Beefa
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 95
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Saiyajin
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,120
Zeni: 1,397
HP: 810
SP: 0
Transformations: Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Beefa on Mar 24, 2018 21:34:30 GMT -5
Beefa did not see any of the parties below her charge up any energy attacks, however, that still did not put her at ease. She slowly lowered herself towards the ground and hovered behind a rock listening to the two Saiyans as they exchanged information concerning the war. One inviting the other to his homeland over the border and the other falsely explaining he lived in the area they were all in now and might have no intention of leaving. It was a little too boring for her taste so she took to floating on her stomach while she waited for either of them to shut up. She sighed and wished they were fighting considering where they were. Her demon blood boiled for battle and her Saiyan blood urged this on even stronger. She wanted to snap the neck of the one Saiyan who was wearing battle armor and find out what Pars was doing out in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't safe for the southern kingdom's leader to be out and about like this.
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Mar 25, 2018 16:44:18 GMT -5
{Well shoot... that didn't work} Pars said, his expression changing instantly from a bright grin to a look of disappointment/distaste.
Pars didn't know what to expect really, he'd figured he could get the soldier's attention off of him if he just made up a random lie, but now the northern Saiyan was pushing the fact that he should move up north and go through background checks and all that nonsense. He'd suddenly gotten unnecessarily aggressive after he mentioned he lived in the wastelands. Maybe the man was just super skeptical, Pars himself after looking around a bit more noticed there was no sign of plant life anywhere near here. That's on top of what pars' attire, he didn't look like a farmer one bit. He did get a tiny bit of valuable info though, seems the north was planning to end things once and for all soon.
{Maybe I should've thought up a better lie...}
Pars said, sighing audibly as he stared at the Northern Soldier. {Now.. he's asking for my name huh?... should I continue with my ruse?....} Pars thought, scratching the back of his head. The north by that point, probably knew his name, so he couldn't really give his own. {I don't wanna start up a fight if I don't have too... but I don't think this guy is about to just leave me alone} He thought. Regardless, His Saiyan blood broiled, itching for a fight to start. Pars could feel that this conversation would eventually turn into a fight, especially what with this northerner's prodding attitude.
{....I could try and get the upper hand right away... end things quickly yeah, maybe escape after injuring him a bit?...} He thought, a devilish grin forming on his face as he thought, the grin disappearing immediately afterward.
".. Ugh.. you got me... I don't live here" Par's said, placing both of his arms behind his head. "I'm actually a wanderer, forgive me for lying to you. It's just that I'm on edge ever since I came across that southern Warband on my way bac-" Pars said, stopping mid-sentence. "Oh shoot, that's right, the Warband!, The south sent a whole bunch of troops up north for some reason. They attacked a camp in the wastelands I was in and I was forced to flee.. guess i forgot to mention that huh.." Pars said, his expression becoming dazed, his voice timid. Pars figured he could catch the northern soldier off-guard with that news, use it as an opening of sorts.
Though, Given how well his last lie went, Pars decided that whether it worked or not, He would attack the soldier, hope to strike a crippling blow, and then escape.
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Post by Retasu on Mar 27, 2018 11:36:37 GMT -5
The young man's answers did not sit well with Retasu, glaring down at Pars while arching a brow at his responses which seemingly went farther and farther down the rabbit hole as he spoke. It was hard for him to trust someone who just admitted to lying, especially given the circumstances the entire planet was going through for the last several hundred years. "Southern war band? That's news to me. Perhaps we already dispatched of them. I hear a new usurper has taken up the mantle for the one known as Totoma. Makes sense, considering the authenticity of royalty on that side of the planet is completely false. It just makes things easier for me to unite the planet under a single banner, the true royal bloodline of Daikondu."
Powerful arms uncrossed from his armored chest, keeping his eyes focused on the shorter male, still unsure of what to make of him. "However, I don't have time for tall tales and bumbling fools. You're close enough to the Northern Border where I can perceive you as a threat to the Empire, and with your admitted lies and refusal to give me a name, it's safe to say those assumptions are justified. So, you're either coming with me willingly or I'm going to drag you back myself for questioning." He jabbed a gloved thumb into his own armored chest, pointing at himself. "I am Retasu, true King of Daikondu. The blood in me is the same blood of the true, unified King Romurusu. Now, instead of making things worse for yourself, get to marching towards that border and start thinking about how you're going to get your story straight." Fingers clenched tightly cracking them if things should possibly go south. "Or, we could do this another way."
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Beefa
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 95
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Saiyajin
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,120
Zeni: 1,397
HP: 810
SP: 0
Transformations: Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Beefa on Mar 30, 2018 5:44:00 GMT -5
Beefa finally heard things that she wished to hear the moment the two Saiyans began to disbelieve each others' stories. To this end, Beefa landed on the ground upright and walked out from behind her rock cover just as Retasu was finished speaking. She smiled at the two while past Pars towards Retasu and asked, "Hey if you're going to fight can we fight already? I've been looking for a little while to talking with my boss but for some reason he's all the way out here. If that's the case boss do you want me to punch some northern born Saiyans?" She would ask this as her small, horned face turned to star into Pars eyes. She'd stop walking only a few feet away from Pars himself and place her hands on her hips. She was getting impatient, even though it did not look it because Beefa always tried to keep the appearance of a calm demeanor. The woman liked to fight and if this was the king of the northern Saiyans she would have it no other way. She meant business and to show this allowed her eyes to glow deep red with her demonic energy pent up inside her. Her silver tail flicked back and forth too like a dog that had happily found some prey. Note: It's short but hopefully something usable either of you can write off of.
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Apr 3, 2018 21:47:08 GMT -5
{Tch... He wasn't even the slightest bit worried?}
Pars stared dejectedly at the Northern King, his options running thin and his excuses progressively getting worse. {...Well, I can't just leave now....} He thought, scratching his head at his own incompetence. {I don't know... maybe today I'm just distracted... whatever} Pars wondered, locking eyes with the northern soldier, who had been talking for a while now. Luckily, he'd managed tune back in at the perfect time.
"I am Retasu, King of the North!"
Those words seemed to echo across the desolate wasteland. Pars's sly expression vanished, being replaced with a look of complete seriousness, followed by an uneasy excitement. "..... Heh..... what are the odds of that...." Pars chuckled, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. Pars quickly wiped it away, not wanting to show weakness to his northern counterpart. Just as he was about to reply, however, An unknown female appeared on the battlefield, taking Pars slightly by surprise. It had seemed she was watching the two in the midst of their somewhat awkward conversation. She addressed Pars as "boss", which he assumed meant she knew who he was. Almost instinctively, he almost rejected her offer, preferring to prove his own strength against the northern king. But remembering the gap in their strengths, Pars figured he should slide his pride under the rug... for now.
"...Know what.. help yourself, missy... tread carefully though, this one's a king apparently" He answered happily, His attention turning back to Retasu.
"I'll take the second option please..." Par's started, an aura slowly building around him, turning violent and kicking up the sand around him.
(initiative roll v) MyFYhIbi1d100 1d100
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Post by Retasu on Apr 4, 2018 8:41:52 GMT -5
His ears perked, hearing another body come floating into the area before landing next to this unknown male. It was a female, and by the looks of her either some sort of off worlder or a hybrid of sorts. Her words dictated that she was interested in a battle, specifically against "the North." His eyes narrowed at that, taking a step backwards and lowering into a defensive stance. His expression was now a slight frown, listening as the male agreed with the second, more violent option. Of course, things were different for him now, he seemingly had an ally for this. "One or two, it's all the same to me if you're some Southern scum trying to invade our border. I'll make you think twice about that mistake today."
His words oozed confidence, staring daggers into either of them. However, the reality was he had barely healed fully from his incredibly violent battle with the Durian, Kiwano, and now he was likely going to have his hands full with two more opponents. Perhaps he should have come with someone, but as usual, the Northern King found it fit to do things on his own. Would that be his downfall?
RETASU:3d47 | 0/705 HP GP: 6/6 Init Roll: uB9k06_w1d100Beefa 1d100
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Beefa
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 95
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Saiyajin
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,120
Zeni: 1,397
HP: 810
SP: 0
Transformations: Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Beefa on Apr 4, 2018 9:15:32 GMT -5
450/450 HP, 3D30, 200 EXP, 6/6 GP
Initiative Roll DS1ZwMhT1-100
The moment the two Saiyans near her took up their fighting stances Beefa grinned from ear to ear with a very toothy smile revealing demonic fangs hanging from the inside of her gums. "Good, let's see if you can make me regret this." She announced to Retasu quickly spreading her legs apart and squatting into a deep kneed fighting stance. Her hands went to her hips and she pulled them back and balled them into fists. "I'm ready when you are you stubborn, false king. I'm not going to stoop to your level and call you names. In fact, I'm just going to kill you right here and end this silly charade in the careful manner my king asks." She added taking in Pars words. Energy formed in the balls of her fists burning with a bright red coloring and she felt more then ready to unleash her first attack. Her first technique, should she be the first to launch it, hopefully would vaporize King Retasu where he stood and end the silly war they were all in. Pars, Retasu 1-100
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Post by Retasu on Apr 4, 2018 9:59:54 GMT -5
OOC:
Just a reminder on how 2 v 1's and the like goes. Pars will go first, then Retasu. Beefa will go after Retasu HOWEVER Retasu will have his turn after that. Essentially, Retasu will get his turn after each time he is attacked. Basically, 2 v 1's are a ping pong style battle, with one team attacking and the other team retaliating. Retasu doesn't necessarily need to attack the person who attacked him, per say. The init rolls were to determine who would go first overall and dictate the flow of battle. Just wanted to throw that out there. Pars, it's your go. Let's fight.
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Apr 9, 2018 18:58:01 GMT -5
Pars bent his body, entering a battle pose as he stared down his opponent. He eyed his unexpected comrade, wary of her slightly. Hopefully, she wouldn't go and accidentally reveal whom he was he'd hoped, turning his attention back over to Retasu, a flame-like glow rolling off of his body violently, his tail unfurling from around his waist.
"...HaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Pars let out a ferocious battle cry, bursting forward as he reeled his right arm back, an aura gathering around it as he swung it forth with a burst of speed. He didn't let up though, He followed that strike with a flurry of blows, mixing in kicks with his punches. With the last of his momentum. he'd clasp his two hands together, attempting to slam them down volleyball style onto Retasu.
510 HP : 3d34 : 6/6 GP
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on Apr 9, 2018 19:05:29 GMT -5
!!! "HAAAAAAAAA" !!!
Pushing more force into his downwards strike, Par's let loose an even mightier swing than he had thought he would, His swing becoming enveloped in a white ki.
Got doubles!
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