Post by Copy on Jan 31, 2020 21:38:34 GMT -8
Name: Copykhat
Starting Land: Southlands
New Land: Pilaf Lands
Steps Required: 1 Step.
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
A random and average looking demon slammed into the ground, full force. A large crater was created underneath him, and a large amount of dust billowed from the circular hole. He was knocked out cold on impact, and simply laid there in his not so comfy crater, drool dribbling out of his mouth. There Copy stood, standing over her victim, frowning. She glanced all around her, noticing the multiple ki signatures now beginning to surround her, preventing her from bursting out of position like she normally does. She flared her blackened aura, her power increasing steadily with every passing moment. Her hands balled up into fists tightly, her eyes closed shut and eyebrows brought downwards in an arch. She felt irritated, yet incredibly alive at the same time. She had to get away from here, didn't she? The demons were beginning to band together against her seemingly mindless destruction, and slowly but surely, were beginning to overcome the one hundred foot wall that was called... Copykhat.
She spit on the floor, and began walking in a random direction, switching her aura off and taking a new form. She dragged the unconscious demon with her, while shapeshifting slowly as she did so. In a matter of seconds, she had completed her transformation, now looking exactly like the demon she dragged carelessly deeper into the dense vegetation surrounding her. Her aura was now suppressed, being far below what it normally was, to avoid being detected through the feel of her ki, obviously. A million thoughts raced through her mind as she threw the demon's unconscious body into a random bush.
What was she going to do now? She had delivered retribution to many different villages almost unharmed, until the demons finally started to get themselves together. They were now able to defend their homes, using teamwork and synergy to do so, forcing Copy to flee from each and every village. At this rate, she wasn't going to be able to completely cleanse these lands of the worthless trash that had made it their habitat. Hell, at her current level of strength, she wasn't even able to take on a single party of demons without strain, let alone that demonic Namekian. So what was her next plan of action? Well, get stronger, obviously, but she definitely couldn't train here in the lands of the demons, as people have started to attack her on sight due to her past antics. Maybe she needed allies? Although, finding allies would certainly be difficult after she devasted about five different villages. Hell, the only strong people she had met in either one of those villages were Oversis and Misaki, and she doubted that any of them would be interested in forming an alliance with her. She needed to find someone who shared her goals. Someone who also strove for the cleansing of the demon race. There probably weren't much people like that, as if people like that truly existed, the Demon Kingdoms would be far gone by now. So what then? She might need to do this by herself, although Misaki seemed to be a promising fighter.
Perhaps she isn't thinking big enough. Here she stood, with more power than what's good for her, and two options off the top of her head. She could either take her chances in these lands, and take to hiding in the hopes that one day she will be powerful enough to march straight up to Daimao's doorstep, kick in the door, and get rid of him once and for all. That is, if she could even find him. Not a good idea.
Another option is to try and escape these dirty lands, to return at a later date when she was stronger. Although that may be a challenge on its own, at least... if you weren't Copy. She was already not in her nun form, but rather in the form of another random demon. It seemed as if these demons were simply not intelligent enough to recognize her shapeshifting abilities. Soon, the demons drawing nearer and nearer would be here, and instead of seeing Copy, they would see a demon of their own, who hopefully hasn't committed any crime against the entire demon race. Soon, three different demons emerged from the vegetation, and each one of them gave Copy a rather long stare. She kept her face neutral, motionless, expressionless.
"Uhh, you alright Gareth?"
Copy cocked her head at the winged demon, seemingly a bit confused.
"Of course I'm alright. Why do you ask?"
Her voice did not have the same monotone feminine pitch in it. Instead, it sounded exactly like the demon she had copied, taking on the same dopey and masculine tone that many people had.
"Just uhh... I swore there was a small fight going on over here."
The winged demon vaguely motioned to the large crater behind Copy, clearly suspecting her. It seemed that she had mistaken these demons for fools.
"I suppose that doesn't really matter now, does it?"
"Gareth?"
A fist slammed into the demon's face, sending him flying through the sky. The two other fighters that accompanied him reacted in kind, throwing strikes of their own at Copy, who..... was gone. She had bolted. Just burst straight out of there. Running as quickly as she could, far, far away from there. She must've ran for hours, never stopping once. Eventually, she crossed the border. She left the Demon Kingdoms. She knew that as a demon, she'd be out of place temporarily living with the humans. So, she Shapeshifter yet again. She was now a regular human looking girl, similar to her nun form, only difference was the outfit that was used. Casual clothing that she'd seen humans wear before, a regular white T-shirt with denim Jean's would suffice for now. She had not known where she ended up, but all she knew was that she was no longer running away from anything anymore. The Shapeshifter walked. And walked some more. She had chosen option two.
Word Count: 1002
Starting Land: Southlands
New Land: Pilaf Lands
Steps Required: 1 Step.
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
A random and average looking demon slammed into the ground, full force. A large crater was created underneath him, and a large amount of dust billowed from the circular hole. He was knocked out cold on impact, and simply laid there in his not so comfy crater, drool dribbling out of his mouth. There Copy stood, standing over her victim, frowning. She glanced all around her, noticing the multiple ki signatures now beginning to surround her, preventing her from bursting out of position like she normally does. She flared her blackened aura, her power increasing steadily with every passing moment. Her hands balled up into fists tightly, her eyes closed shut and eyebrows brought downwards in an arch. She felt irritated, yet incredibly alive at the same time. She had to get away from here, didn't she? The demons were beginning to band together against her seemingly mindless destruction, and slowly but surely, were beginning to overcome the one hundred foot wall that was called... Copykhat.
She spit on the floor, and began walking in a random direction, switching her aura off and taking a new form. She dragged the unconscious demon with her, while shapeshifting slowly as she did so. In a matter of seconds, she had completed her transformation, now looking exactly like the demon she dragged carelessly deeper into the dense vegetation surrounding her. Her aura was now suppressed, being far below what it normally was, to avoid being detected through the feel of her ki, obviously. A million thoughts raced through her mind as she threw the demon's unconscious body into a random bush.
What was she going to do now? She had delivered retribution to many different villages almost unharmed, until the demons finally started to get themselves together. They were now able to defend their homes, using teamwork and synergy to do so, forcing Copy to flee from each and every village. At this rate, she wasn't going to be able to completely cleanse these lands of the worthless trash that had made it their habitat. Hell, at her current level of strength, she wasn't even able to take on a single party of demons without strain, let alone that demonic Namekian. So what was her next plan of action? Well, get stronger, obviously, but she definitely couldn't train here in the lands of the demons, as people have started to attack her on sight due to her past antics. Maybe she needed allies? Although, finding allies would certainly be difficult after she devasted about five different villages. Hell, the only strong people she had met in either one of those villages were Oversis and Misaki, and she doubted that any of them would be interested in forming an alliance with her. She needed to find someone who shared her goals. Someone who also strove for the cleansing of the demon race. There probably weren't much people like that, as if people like that truly existed, the Demon Kingdoms would be far gone by now. So what then? She might need to do this by herself, although Misaki seemed to be a promising fighter.
Perhaps she isn't thinking big enough. Here she stood, with more power than what's good for her, and two options off the top of her head. She could either take her chances in these lands, and take to hiding in the hopes that one day she will be powerful enough to march straight up to Daimao's doorstep, kick in the door, and get rid of him once and for all. That is, if she could even find him. Not a good idea.
Another option is to try and escape these dirty lands, to return at a later date when she was stronger. Although that may be a challenge on its own, at least... if you weren't Copy. She was already not in her nun form, but rather in the form of another random demon. It seemed as if these demons were simply not intelligent enough to recognize her shapeshifting abilities. Soon, the demons drawing nearer and nearer would be here, and instead of seeing Copy, they would see a demon of their own, who hopefully hasn't committed any crime against the entire demon race. Soon, three different demons emerged from the vegetation, and each one of them gave Copy a rather long stare. She kept her face neutral, motionless, expressionless.
"Uhh, you alright Gareth?"
Copy cocked her head at the winged demon, seemingly a bit confused.
"Of course I'm alright. Why do you ask?"
Her voice did not have the same monotone feminine pitch in it. Instead, it sounded exactly like the demon she had copied, taking on the same dopey and masculine tone that many people had.
"Just uhh... I swore there was a small fight going on over here."
The winged demon vaguely motioned to the large crater behind Copy, clearly suspecting her. It seemed that she had mistaken these demons for fools.
"I suppose that doesn't really matter now, does it?"
"Gareth?"
A fist slammed into the demon's face, sending him flying through the sky. The two other fighters that accompanied him reacted in kind, throwing strikes of their own at Copy, who..... was gone. She had bolted. Just burst straight out of there. Running as quickly as she could, far, far away from there. She must've ran for hours, never stopping once. Eventually, she crossed the border. She left the Demon Kingdoms. She knew that as a demon, she'd be out of place temporarily living with the humans. So, she Shapeshifter yet again. She was now a regular human looking girl, similar to her nun form, only difference was the outfit that was used. Casual clothing that she'd seen humans wear before, a regular white T-shirt with denim Jean's would suffice for now. She had not known where she ended up, but all she knew was that she was no longer running away from anything anymore. The Shapeshifter walked. And walked some more. She had chosen option two.
Word Count: 1002