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 Jun 20, 2018 11:28:45 GMT -5
When word got around that King Retasu had been seriously injured if not died in a fight that involved the other planet's king Beefa was quite happy yet upset too. She ended up dragging herself back to King Pars home base in the southern portion of the planet though found herself bed ridden for two weeks. The reason was her bruises and burns as well as all of her ribs getting cracked in her prior fight. Not only that but if said ribs were not reset soon then Beefa was going to be spewing out blood the rest of her life. She managed to make it though through a medical recovery from hell and found after two weeks her body was back in shape again. She was a bill of perfect health after being stuck in a healing chamber, put on bed rest, and operated on multiple times to get back in shape. She left the hospital they placed her in on her own two feet though yet found that she was distraught with the fact she nearly died and had not done so while protecting her king with her best efforts. Her mind she suddenly realized had gone into a bestial, chaotic state with out regard to much of her surroundings. She needed to train this out of herself but doubt she could as she was the daughter of a rather wild demon and saiyan. There was no denying that deep beneath the cute exterior she exuded was a monster. She found herself having to find a way to vent frustration so she decided it was training time. She built a regimen to live by for a while and for the next month took to the streets running five miles back and forth from her home in the city and challenging every Saiyan that so much as looked at her. With her increased strength, something she found while out on these runs, she literally knocked out two or three of her own fellow Saiyans this way as she ran around the city. This was mainly because they wanted to actually fight her in return or thought she might be one of those weird, cutesy Saiyans out to become some sort of trophy wife for what they thought were true Saiyans. She proved these ones wrong often by literally taking the nearest items ranging from metal poles to bricks she happened to find and clobbered them with them. They didn't die since she managed to hold back but after a week of this she made it a point to change her running route. She extended it out into the wastelands of Daikondou and took it upon herself to avoid people by simply running twenty miles out to the furthest point she could then coming back. At this point, she also added in doing five minute splits when she reached her destination as well as six hundred sit ups and push ups to increase the strain on her body. The more pain she felt the more she knew she could take for her king. Thinking back on it though, Beefa really did not want to hurt the people she had but after her experience her soul was a bit shaken. She actually considered the fight Pars and her had gotten into to be a bit of her fault and as a result kept to her training to retrain her discipline to. Over the rest of this month she'd continue to work hard adding lifting fifty pound weights for an hour with her arms at the end of every run too. She'd work up a sweat but the sweet little girl would soon begin to feel like the training was working. She'd come up and noticed after measuring her arms and legs with a tape measure that they'd look or feel much thicker and stronger, however, over night the sensation would be lost. It was almost as if by magic her body absorbed all the extra muscle while she slept and turned it into a greatly enhanced power boost for her entire body frame. She remained petite but deadly and at the end of the month decided she'd give up on her training. She could not look nor feel like other Saiyans save in desperate situations. She found her mind too calm now and more alert then she could ever think they were. It was likely thanks to her demon blood but she wanted to fill her thoughts possibly again with the sensation from her prior fight with Retasu and Pars. Just in a way that allowed her to definitely feel like she could protect her king no matter what and with little effort exuded. Thus she stopped on a run through the desert in her usual attire and burned her energy while standing still. Perhaps someone would come to find her and with this invitation actually fight in the way prior goons from earlier this month had not.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jun 21, 2018 19:52:55 GMT -5
While the Kings are away, a Demon would play.
Ever since the two Kings of Daikondu had departed for parts unknown, things had gotten somewhat more quiet around the dustball known as Daikondu. A certain menacing Majin had been in hiding quite a while, but as of late with the decreased excursion patrols and scout forces, he'd decided to take to wandering once more. After his battle with the Northern King and one of his allies, information had quickly spread about the being and he'd become a part of the local folklore. It entertained him; many of them were loathe to cross him, sometimes even changing their patrol routes to avoid doing so. This was of course because Saiyajin was back on the menu once again; the few patrols that did pass through his territory in the wastes were either picked off one by one and absorbed in one fashion or another, or ambushed, beaten, and then absorbed. Mumbo's power had been slowly but steadily increasing, and his limited intellect was still enough to hold tight to a mental hit list. His instinctual senses began to pick up a potent reading of Kili somewhere nearby. It seemed he wasn't the only one out here in the wastes! He'd grown tired of snacking on the weaklings, so his ravenous appetite had urged him to go investigate. Beginning to drool with an empty look on his face, he'd simply begin traveling toward the source of the reading in an almost zombie-like fashion. For a while, he would walk, and shortly after allow himself to levitate just above the ground. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer. Whoever this stranger was, they were awfully peculiar; their signature felt a little bit like Mumbo's own, but there was something else there as well. Finally arriving to set his eyes on the female humanoid, he would inspect her curiously from afar before making his approach. ''You-you not like the others here. What make you feel so different!? Mumbo confused!'' Scratching at his head-tentacle, he seemed frustrated. Should he eat her? Should he not? She might have tasted bad, and that would have flat out ruined his day. ''Energy feel strange. You play trick on Mumbo? That not good idea! No-no! Not at all!''
Curious it was that she hadn't spoken a word yet, and yet he already seemed insulted.
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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 Jun 22, 2018 18:29:04 GMT -5
Beefa blinked at the strange, bulky pink creature before her. Her body had sensed him coming with the way his ki radiated within him internally but she had not made a move on him yet. The primary reason being she had only had Saiyans to beat up recently, even out in the middle of the wastelands, and he looked, felt, and sounded like a curiosity to her that needed investigating. This was even as he was speaking rudely to her. She pointed her right index finger at him and announced, "I am Beefa. I know not what you mean by me playing any tricks on you but if you somehow know I'm different it's simply because I'm a demon! Partially so!" Her voice was strong and she considered her words simple enough for the clear buffoon before her to be capable of understanding. She lowered her arm and added, "I may look like a Saiyan in you eyes but I am definitely a demon. I just have no way of proving that to anyone right now save my silver hair and fur." The guy seemed to want to know about her energy and and appearance that her demonic state gave off but without another ruby necklace to access her deeper powers with she wondered if she could continue to interest the strange creature before her. It was rubbing its head with some sort of weird head tentacle and she prayed whatever that was for it did not touch her. She had never seen a creature like the one speaking to her so she considered it could be something like out of the many horror films she heard of on Earth II. Note: It's not the strongest start but I hope it's a decent one.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jun 25, 2018 15:31:37 GMT -5
Mumbo found himself drooling, tripping over his own thoughts as the stranger thrust a finger toward him to address him. A small bubble of spittle popped as he snapped to attention. What was a Beefa? It sounded like food. Tilting his head dumbly, he would raise an index finger as he seemed to gathered his scattered thoughts together. ''Part...demon.'' He began. ''But you-you not look like demon to Mumbo. Not even a little! Not-no-way! How that not a trick, huh? This place only has monkey-men. Monkey-women. Where you come from? Why you want to be here with monkey-people anyway?'' He folded his arms stubbornly. To him, it sure sounded like this Beef lady was just trying to trick him so she wouldn't get eaten. Most of the monkey-people tried to avoid him, knowing he had either some sort of haunting hunger or voracious vendetta against their people. It was honestly surprising she was still standing here. ''And why you not run from Mumbo like the others? Most monkey-people scared. Not North King-man though. He different.'' Musing over his own thoughts and his narrow escape from the powerful fighter, he was obviously out of the loop that there'd been news of Retasu's loss against some southern fighters. He eyed her silver hair and fur, and was beginning to think that she might have been telling the truth. Then again, maybe he was just being gullible. Mumbo had been tricked out of a good meal plenty of times. He wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Rifling around in his pockets and fishing out a small chocolate ball with a hard candy shell (a lone scout he'd managed to come across earlier), he'd pop it into his drooling jaws and chew loudly and rudely. ''If you so demon as you say, why you out here with monkeys? You should hate-hate monkeys!''
Beefa,
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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 Jun 25, 2018 16:28:17 GMT -5
He was right. She definitely looked like a Saiyan. It was all because her appearance took heavily off her mother while her father was the one that supplied her demon traits, if ever so faintly, unfortunately the block head before her wouldn't understand that probably. One, he was questioning her in a way that seemed too straight forward for someone with high intelligence levels, and two, he was also nonchalantly chewing on a piece of chocolate like a kid. Still maybe he was the smart one here actually? He seemed to sort of believe her hair and tail made her out to be a demon since its color was different then a Saiyan's but at the same time that was all the proof she could justify to him to state she was a partial demon in the first place. She coughed placing her hand over her mouth secretly licking her the palm of her hand as she wished for his chocolate to be in her hands then uttered, "I-I really can't defend myself with words here can I Mister Demon? I don't know why I don't run from you. It may be my partial demon blood making me unafraid or simply I think you're too weak now to be a threat to me." She paused in her words and breathed in hearing about the northern king then stated, "You know that guy Retasu or whatever? I went berserk on him and with the help of the southern king, whom I work for, literally blasted him to shreds. It sounds like you beat him all by yourself though so maybe I should be scared of you?" She then smiled a vicious smirk at Mumbo and added as a final note, "Maybe I can prove to you I'm really a demon? I have this other form that my daddy sealed away on me when I was young. It's strong but if I can access even a fraction of its power would you be willing to believe me and not necessarily go out of your way to pummel me to death?" She didn't have a chance in Hell to access the power without another magical, ruby necklace since her last one broke yet she considered to take the risk anyway. She had already gone kind of berserk using her power with the necklace before but even if she did here again without the necklace or whether she did not it would help the pink, muscular creature before her believe her story. She just wanted his proper approval now before attempting this. Majin Mumbo
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jul 2, 2018 18:32:13 GMT -5
As the strange woman continued her explanations, Mumbo drooled along. He listened to her talk, but his limited intelligence was looking for a more direct answer. He found himself somewhat losing his attention... Until she pressed the big red button, at least. She claimed maybe she didn't run away because she thought he was too weak to be a threat to her. Too weak? TOO WEAK!? Mumbo's fangs dug into the gummy flesh of his lip in frustration, and his pale grey-pink face flushed with anger. His body swelled momentarily, causing the large pores on his skin to begin venting steam in bursts. So she thought she was so tough, huh!? Tougher than Mumbo!? The whole agitation was bringing back memories of his lost to the Northern King and one of his lackeys. She claimed she'd beat him! So that was it, then! She was calling him weak after all! Grumbling and grunting as the steam turned from burst to constant in a slow build up with a loud, sharp whistle, his eyes narrowed in a glare. ''Proof or no proof! Your attitude make you no better than a monkey anyway!''As she continued her explanation before his meltdown, she even went so far as to question if she should have been scared of him. Clearly, she had no idea who she was dealing with! Saiya-jin both North and South had learned to steer clear of his territory of the wastes. It was time to show this play-pretend Saiya-jin exactly why that was! Crouching low with his fists tucked in toward his waist, it would almost seem as if his anger caused him to actually explode. A thick screen of steam covered all but his silhouette and outline within the cloud; revealed to be a much shorter childlike stature, a missing cape and exposed upper body, pointed boots, baggy pants, and bracelets. Leaning back in an unsettling, sickening display of flexibility and tensile mastery, he would let loose a booming shout and scatter the steam away, his off-color flesh now made its original pink. In this unchained form, he didn't care about a meal; just a fight! Pure Mumbo had tagged in! ''GEEEE-YAAAAAHHHHHHH!''
''HOO! HOO! HOOOOOOO!''
Initiative! WJwmAPyJ1d100x1 Majin Mark used! Pure Form Active! (+d20, +1 GP) HP: 600 / 600 GP: 7 / 7 Beefa 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 Jul 4, 2018 4:56:41 GMT -5
Initiative Roll 0gPFZy9X1-100 In the wake of his anger, Beefa understood she touched upon the wrong subject within the last few seconds she had spent talking to Mumbo. She watched the strange creature bite his lip and then blow steam from the strange holes in his body. She heard him shout too about her still being a monkey as it covered the area him and she knew at this point she might be slightly doomed to fight him. Yet being a talkative woman she had to finish what she wanted to say even though she did not half mind going into a fight. The first thing she knows is a tiny, crouching shrimp appeared from the mist formed via a shout that breaks through the clouds and scatters. It had no sense of regality to it thanks to missing its cape but this pink, lean and muscular creature was not something she paid attention to in its prior form. "Why would I?" she pondered to herself, "I recall him being dull, maybe a little bit fat but that's it. This seems more interesting." The screaming was irritating with its monkey like tone but apparently now this little, baggy pants being was to be her opponent. "I need to fight at my fullest too." She noted quickly taking a fighting stance to defend herself by raising both arms to block her face. She too attempted to find the energy to get stronger but in doing so found nothing as a red aura began to flare around her. She could not get past her base form's normal power level without an item she used in a prior fight. Still, her body experienced a change anyway as she attempted to. Her clothes did not change or anything but, she felt her legs lengthen, her arms and her chest expand, and her body begin to put on weight. She would grow for a short while until she reached seven feet tall and about 1000 pounds total something that was definitely under her normal, temporary transformation form's limits. She would continue to clench her fists and squat down with her bigger body to try to match his height thanking Kami she at least looked like she transformed. She could tell though it was not ki flowing through her body necessarily but a mix of it and almost undetectable magical energy that made this form’s appearance a clear fake. She needed her real form not this. A few blows taken in this form and she knew she would lose her new height advantage. She was just glad though that all the trappings she wore from her blouse to her sweater and skirt had not ripped completely apart yet as they sort of did in her real transformation. In fact, they were intact! They might stay unbroken but initially they tore when she transformed properly into her real form. She would not want this in her higher state of power anyway but knowing how it always functioned she knew she had not really changed into this higher form of power. She would wait though in her squatting position until the annoyance before her decided to make his move if he did not move though she would charge in and begin the fight by lowering her arms in order to see when she performed her first move. A kick to the torso. 1-100
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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 Jul 7, 2018 16:01:14 GMT -5
First Attack RHmDUuz03d43 Beefa's bigger body was elegant yet strong. She did not miss her chance to act and realized that keeping on the defensive was bad so she rushed in and performed a kick to Mumbo's squishy stomach without a hitch. As he went flying, she'd dash behind him in mid flight and catch him underneath his tiny arms with both her form arms wrapped around them, squeezing with all her might. When he felt a good amount of pain from this she then followed it up by doing a supplex using only her arms, legs, and back to flip the poor monster on its head. He was likely to suffer stomach, arms and shoulder problems along with his head getting bumped if he had the ability to feel any injuries. Once finished smashing him this way the young woman felt her burst of power disappear and with it her size of seven feet tall return to her measly five foot, two inch height. "Phew..." she thought as she tried to lean forward back into an upright position. "I'm not doing that again." The reason being she sensed sweat already dripping down her nice legs just from a short, overpowered sprint she could not actually handle. If she managed to get back into an upright position after finishing her supplex she'd jump back behind her and keep her eyes on her enemy's back. It was cheap to do this but Beefa found she had not been fully respectable in her last battle to her enemy and this one was even worse acting then him in terms of personality. Letting go of her refined, civil train of thought was a good idea. This creature could likely be a monster. Especially if he was living out in the middle of nowhere. 3d43
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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 Jul 7, 2018 16:11:02 GMT -5
Second Attack Fxl9YcLo3d43 Beefa's enemy did not seem to move after the kick to the stomach, under arm lock and finally her supplex. It was to the point she didn't have to leap back to escape danger or a counterattack from him and figured with a shrug of her shoulders and a mental thought to herself, "Might as well keep beating up this pink blob. I really hated him calling me unrefined and a typical type of Saiyan." In order to release the bit of frustration she was feeling about this she launched her right foot into his right rib cage's then proceeded to spin about and stomp her left foot down onto his face and body. The poor thing had only one thing he might be able to do in this situation and that was block the small woman's attacks. "I really wish I could crush him in my bigger form." She thought as an afterthought as she let her feet do the talking. She kind of wanted her bigger form's arms since they were quite a bit stronger but hated all the bulked up muscle she gained. She only seemed to enjoy using it in her last fight because her opponent was so dangerous and she lost her mind a bit. Here she knew she had more control. She was going to fight as herself and only let a bit of her demonic presence take over as she let a red aura flare around her with her attacks. 3d43
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jul 11, 2018 2:14:08 GMT -5
Beefa's initial onslaught sure was something, and certainly not anything Pure Mumbo had been prepared for. While his memory in this form was patchy, spotty, and fuzzy at best, from what he could remember every single time he'd entered the state this little being could recall people running. Scattering in fear, or standing their ground on shaky, nervous legs. It wasn't many that the little Majin could give credit to who actually were up for the fight once his little gloves came off. With his speech ability having gone completely out the window, he was about to take a taunting stance with more hooting and hollering before Beefa came at him like a freight train carrying another slightly smaller freight train. Her large leg buried into his body, causing it to literally dent inward. Knocked into the air, in no time at all she had reappeared behind him and locked him up, trapping him in a submission hold. His gummy body likely felt almost taffy-like to the touch, something he was hoping would gross her out long enough to let him kick free. Just as he got ready to struggle and scramble, she beat him to the punch again using a powerful suplex to flip him head first into the ground! Wriggling to his feet, her next assault came and he noticed something quite strange. Did she shrink? Muahaha! Goodbye height advantage! Fighting in a vertically challenged state happened to be this Majin's forte! Another kick lashed against his ribs, further denting his body, before stomping him back down into the ground and beginning to stomp. With the ground cracking around his body and his eyes widening in a mixture of pain and rage, on one last final punctuating stomp his body would seemingly explode into pink, taffy-like goop that sank through the cracks in the soil. A few moments later, however, a reformed Pure Mumbo would explode out of the soil behind her and attempt to lock his arms around her neck. If he managed to succeed at his forced piggyback ride, he would open his mouth wide, his jaw unhinging almost comically large as his screaming maw let loose a pink cannon of energy aimed right for the back of her head! ''OOO! OOOOOO! GRAAAAOOOWW!''
HP: 163 / 600
GP: 7 / 7
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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 Jul 11, 2018 17:03:49 GMT -5
Third Attack sGUsATAU3d43 It wasn't that Beefa wasn't afraid of demons, even though she was partially one herself, she just didn't understand what being one meant. The young lady knew they were evil creatures with various powers and that her father had demonstrated they quite well by showing off a few, telling the story of her birth to her, and stopping her from going berserk whilst turning into a giant monstrosity as a child. Yet beyond that time frame Beefa's power as a demon had never fully manifested and that was due to her father sealing most of it away. Now as she looked down on her enemy and ended up sprayed with his exploding goop she backed away. "Did-did I kill him? Did I go to far-" she uttered aloud not really seeing some of it had sunken into the ground. She did not get to move any further then that nor speak for the next thing she knew a crushing pressure from the demon's arms grasped around her neck. "Gack!" she throat tried to make more sounds but as she now raised her arms to claw at her obviously not dead foe a beam of energy blasted into the back of her head. Her head and body rocked slamming straight into the ground. Her body twitched as she hit it and lay face down in the dirt. "What in the world happened?" She thought to herself as her eye started to closes. If Mumbo was still on top of her he would feel her body slacken and notice the blood seeping from her head. "He's supposed to be dead right? Is this the kind of power I can have then too?" It was a light attack yet due to how close it proved to be to Beefa's head it might prove fatal to someone who was not strong. She gripped the dirt and without a second thought her red hued energy exploded outwards from her hair causing it to come undone and form a long, red mane that burnt like a literal flame. Should Mumbo still be near her or holding onto her now he'd feel the heat of body and energy begin to burn him. The woman then in desperation went and rolled over kicking out her arms and legs like a wild animal. She thought she was one fire and was certain he might still be clinging to her so she tried to put out the flames and crush him at the same time by continuing to smash this evil piece of gum into the dirt. She felt she needed to keep whatever she was doing to stay alive now for she had always thought demons were more humanoid then monster just with far greater powers then almost anything in the universe with them ranging from life to death abilities. Note: I apologize if my character seems rather bland. I've never really gotten to write much for a character that's non-human in quite some time. I got to say I write some rather unconventional fighting techniques and tactics too so I apologize for that as well. 3d43
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jul 13, 2018 10:28:39 GMT -5
The short Majin cackled to himself devilishly, clearly quite proud of his sneaky tactics. Looking down on his work and seeing her bleed brought him a certain measure of destructive joy. His Pure form ran entirely on impulse and fought on instincts, making dangerous sudden and last minute decisions that had a way of making him violent and unpredictable. Mumbo normally was bit more creative and as his power and intellect slowly grew, he had found himself starting to rely on being clever. His cackling came to a slow, huffing halt as his victim's power suddenly exploded, turning her hair red and basking the area in crimson energy. Clapping his hands in amusement and giggling, it was a sure sign that he wasn't done with this fight quite yet. She would roll and lash out, causing their situations to be reversed; he was knocked to the ground and was now being pummeled, the heat of her energy bearing down on him and causing his strange flesh to bubble slightly. As she continued to leave more dents in his gummy body, his battle instincts suddenly gave him an idea. Lifting his feet and using his body's stretchy properties, he would launch them upward in a comical extension of his legs, shooting them toward her torso to attempt to boot her into the sky. He would then rise to his feet and plant his hands on the ground to stare up at her, then tuck into a somersault and tuck his body into a tight sphere and attempt to slam into her like a cannonball! So far, she was more than managing to keep him on his toes. While he felt pain, his nerves were on fire with excitement. A good fight was becoming a hard thing to find on this planet full of monkeys. This one wasn't worth eating. If he would have, he only would end up spoiling his own fun!
HP: 226 / 600 GP: 7 / 7 2d60 kn5DIKsQ2d60
Beefa- - - Not to worry! It's an entertaining read so far. It's always fun to read your characters' fight posts. I find them creative! Sorry for the shortie. Another post-night shift post. 2d60
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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 Jul 15, 2018 7:05:28 GMT -5
Fourth Attack
wptz64pb3d43 The battle had been going well for Beefa initially but now that she found herself launched into the air by Mumbo's stretchy legs and bombarded by his elastic body turned into a big pink sphere the young woman could not help but cry out, "Gah!" as she felt her whole body indent into the earth now beneath her outstretched limbs. She looked up at the sky only to see his visage staring down at her and tears filled her eyes. "Is this all I'm worth father? Am I this bad of a fighter on the battlefield without my true powers? Why did you take them away from me if I was and let me join into a lifestyle like this? I want my powers back now! Give them back so I don't dishonor our name of Baste!" she cried aloud hoping to have her voice reach him. She knew her father had watched her since birth and taken care of her and now he probably was still doing so. Where he was compared to her was hard to say as he up and left one day with her mother for a vacation all in the midst of this. It was clear her father did not care about the comings and goings of the universe so why then make her fight on planet Daikondou in combat like this? He wanted her to eventually rule the planet but for what purpose. Saiyans were always fighting and losing her right to rule was always just one wrong word or fight away. She still liked fighting but seeing as how she had come to see a little of Pars rule for now and the Saiyan king's rule for now it seemed like a hard job she'd have to mitigate and plan for to have people run it with her.
She grit her teeth and closed her eyes waiting for Mumbo to say something dumb or self-important before prepping her body to get pummeled more. Down in Hell though where her father actually was watching from who knows where there existed a small wooden cabin in a field of flowers near a field of flowers and a giant tree. The house while it looked nice though had one big issue it was surrounded by flames. These flames being punishment for the demon leaving Hell without permission i.e. he was under house arrest. With him was her mother for she transgressed into causing trouble as well for the universe by essentially making another demon in the form of Beefa. He sat though with his wife on two lawn chairs staring out into the view of a crystal ball and sighed as he looked onto the planet his child was on with pity and anger. "Rwor! Meowouch! She should be pawwning this little demon with the power I gave her. I don't know why she's out there but meow thinks she's silly to be fighting this creature. She should be serving Pars or whatever that guy's name is and making a name for herself! Where is this all coming from? I suppose I'll be seeing her soon if this guy clobbers her into oblivion." Her father was a cat faced demon with the intonations of a tiger. He had silver furry face with big cat ears, horns, and a cat tail. Today, he wore his a black tuxedo with matching dress shoes? Why? Because he felt like and thought his daughter was becoming an upstanding demon today. This disgrace was proving him wrong. "Honey..." his wife cooed as she lay in his lap in a white sun dress looking up at the sky. She had no shoes on but her monkey tail was swishing back and forth like a cat's tail. "I'm sure this is just what is called training by us Saiyans. She just happened to run into wrong dolt on the battlefield." "MROWR!" he roared causing claws to appear from this tips of his fingers. "I don't care! She's asking for power now to defeat someone who only challenged her to her second real fight? I ain't giving it to her! Not after what she did last time to the planet and-and me..." "It was only your tail... and a few buildings I don't think any of the Saiyans forces who came looking for you based on rumors got hurt by her." Her mother frowned as she spoke, sat up, and went to grab his hands, "Won't you just give her a little power? She likes to feel large and in charge it's why she keeps having size changing issues here. She's-she's trying tot master her power of her own will but can't cause you sealed it." "Fine..." her father sighed snapping his fingers as he viewed the fight through his crystal ball. Energy would escape from his fingers and float into crystal ball to be sent her way. It wasn't his own but originally hers so she wasn't technically cheating, maybe. "I'm giving her size changing powers back. It's something she should naturally have with or without a powered up form. I can't believe she's trying to use her hair as a torch here. Distasteful... Silver's way better then red." Of course he knew this was just her demon aura giving her that color.
Back on Daikondou Beefa continued to lay on the ground with her mind mentally defeated but when her father snapped her fingers she felt a sudden desire to continue fighting. She could feel energy enter her body. It was her own and the presence of her dad's ire in the back of her mind. She had no idea where it was coming from but the first thing she knew she wanted to do was punch Mumbo from where she lay for him. She stretched out her right arm and instead of it having its normal reach an eight long limb with a four foot wide fist would fly in his direction. Whether this sent him flying or not Beefa felt the rest of her body tingle with power as she stood up and slowly grew to twenty feet tall before the pink maniac's eyes. Her body looked more or less the same as her base form but now in a strangely weird twist of events she'd accessed magical powers she had not had in a long time to finally gain the ability to look down on her foes literally. Soon after this, Her right leg went out to kick the air in case Mumbo was still in it and whether he actually got hit by it or the simply wind pressure this small kick made she hoped to continue to send him soaring. As a final attack, she'd launch her left arm forward and blast him with a beam of red energy in hopes that yet again if he was still somehow juggling in the air she was going to keep there in a suspended state. 3d43
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jul 24, 2018 1:25:47 GMT -5
As her body dented and imprinted the hard and unforgiving wasteland soil, Mumbo was almost convinced that this fight was over. It wasn't fair though; he wasn't done playing yet! As much as he wanted to throw a tantrum of legendary proportions and go turn a village into a smoking crater, something told him that this girl still had some kind of fight left in her. He would land, descending slowly, with his arms folded and watch curiously. Normally, he would have just continued beating on a downed opponent. Perhaps the little Majin was feeling generous today? Or maybe he just felt like playing with his would-be victim. Whatever the case may be, his eyes went wide with the wonder much like a child's as Beefa's form became gigantic. Thinking it was some sort of entertaining magic trick meant to appease him, he raised his hands and clapped, giving enthusiastic applause as he hooted and hollered. What wasn't so funny was when her gigantic fist rammed into his comparably tiny torso, sending him skidding back with a brief but hacking cough. Her leg snapped for him next, and he managed to avoid it by compressing his body into a flat shape against the ground to watch it soar over his head. The snap of the kick brought forth a powerful wind however, uplifting from the ground and forcing him to retake his regular shape again. A quick beam of red energy was sent his way, slamming into his braced arms before detonating in a small explosion accompanied by a cloud of smoke. With a loud scream and a summon of pink energy, a hard aura surrounded Mumbo. Putting his fists forward and blasting off in flight, he headed straight for his newly gigantic opponent in an attempt to slam into her, surrounded by highly volatile energy! 2d60
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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 Jul 25, 2018 0:01:09 GMT -5
Fifth Attack
3QNk1i3h3d43 Mumbo's eyes filled with mirth just moments before she began to beat the crap out of him. She did not know why they did but she sent him hurtling into the air with her giant legs and energy beams only for him to somehow bounce back. He rocketed back at towards her with an aura of white energy surrounding him rather willing to slam into her big body. Beefa wasn't sure how he was alive but looking at what he had gone through she came up with a few ideas. "He has no spine, likely no blood or limited blood, and probably no heart or brain," she told herself mere moments before he came crashing into her gut. It hurt like crud and she had to bend over in pain a little from it to relieve herself of the damage a tiny bit but slowly used all power she could muster in her abs and stomach to push him back. She needed to be as much like him as she possibly could if she was to win this fight and that meant doing all in her power just to shake off the damage he dealt where ever she could. The problem was she was half Saiyan and because of this her was throbbing from getting twisted in a knot but a strong tackle. She grimaced at him and no sooner had she managed to push him away did she reach out her giant right fist and pull him from midair to squeeze him like a doll in the palm of her hand. She'd then throw him against the ground in a fit of rage and with a blast of energy from her mouth fire a beam at him as she hurtled towards the ground. "How dare you hit a lady like me in the stomach you uncouth creature!" She cried in the midst of her attack. His attempt to hit her had not hurt as bad as prior attempts thus far yet they all left a lasting impression. She was a twenty foot tall giantess whom in her opinion should have no equal with as much power as she thought flowed through. The problem was while she had head and shoulders that were three feet long, a torso that was seven feet, and hips that extended about ten feet to touch the ground Beefa had gained non power with her new state. She maintained the power she always had she was just a bigger target now capable of whacking things better because of some astounding ability to reach things easier. 3d43
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