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Post by Cayle Pota on Oct 23, 2019 13:43:19 GMT -8
“There have been rumblings throughout the Southern Islands region of a great beast heading towards South Island and South City in particular. This beast, some of which people have called a full Kaiju, has went so far as to destroy several large fishing vessels in the southern oceans. At least, that’s what the whispers say, but the governments of South Island, and South City itself, have not confirmed or denied this.” The Newscaster, a Polar Bear in a three piece suit, spoke up before turning to his counterpart and the blonde woman beginning to go over some other news story. We won’t provide details on it, because it was a snippet seen throughout the city before there was a knock, or an approach by men in black suits with black sunglasses and slicked back hair to the likes of our heroes. These men universally would provide badges showing they worked for the government of South City in one way or another, and they would universally say the same thing to our heroes as they gathered them. “The people of South City need superhuman assistance to survive the oncoming threat, and assistance can be found in you. If you need some sort of payment for your services, we can provide it. We just need your help with the threat that is the great shark heading our way. It has already devoured dozens of ships, and estimates caught on camera put it at leagues long. But that’s all we can tell you here. Come with us.” One by one, they would be escorted to a secretive bunker near the docks, where high tech computers, power armor, and numerous other things could be seen and where members of the World Government Army were placed in strategic areas. Most of the dock area had been evacuated, but other areas were being evacuated in small sections at a time to prevent a panic which would deadlock the mostly coastal city. Dozens of briefing chairs were laid out in a room with an old timey projector and projection screen, and six chairs were placed near the front, in groups of three and three. This was like an intel briefing out of one of those spy movies that had been so popular a few decades before. [379]
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Post by Bass on Oct 23, 2019 17:55:32 GMT -8
Training was over. Coming home for the day, the last thing the Namekian expected to see were people that looked like they escorted the King of Earth around on the regular to be standing right at his door with wires connecting from their ears to the inside of their suits; sunglasses included despite the indoor environment. The one who had opened the door had been Icey who'd gotten to the apartment about an hour ago, and as soon as he turned into the hallway and she spotted him a finger jammed towards him and she said quickly. " That's him okay bye you're freakin me out have a nice night!" And she slammed the door. Needless to say a little perplexed by the whole situation, Bass just squinted and took a few steps forward to meet the several men about midway between the stairwell leading to other floors and the door to his apartment. Presenting a badge for the second time now indicated that they were... Something affiliated or part of the South City government. Was it fraud? Abusing employees? Unfair work hours? One of the people he held up to sign up for Momentum's product in the early days croaking? What of his many financial scandals had he been allegedly accused of, he wondered. Yet without voicing this he would be proved entirely wrong when according to what he was hearing South City was in danger, and what impressed him was that apparently there were people in the government cognizant enough to actually notice just how strong he was. " The 'Great' Shark? Wouldn't it be the Greatest Shark, since there's already Great White Sha- I'll stop." He said as he got the deadpan sunglasses obscuring stare from the group of agents. " Still, I expected to hear a lot of things other than a Shark. Regardless, lead the way." Bass sighed as he said goodbye to his relaxing end to training. Still, the routine had been getting easier to the point where he wasn't rubber, albeit it's not impossible that he'd be performing at less than optimal considering physical exhaustion. It depended simply on how much time there was to recover. Thirty minutes pass and Bass still in the same training clothes he was coming back to his room with; a white muscle shirt, tinted aviators and black sweatpants - followed the agents into what apparently was some sort of covert base. He'd never really taken an interest in sniffing out hidden complexes that he didn't just happen upon in his travels, but there was still something giddy in bearing witness to something most people don't, it felt good to be on the inside loop of secrets. Walking into some sort of briefing room, he was instructed by the agents to take a seat. Looking at the six laid out, he wandered on forwards to one of the chairs located dead center on the front-most row. Propping his left calf over his right knee and folding his arms, he presumed he'd have to wait until the other five seats had filled up.
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Post by Kiryu on Oct 23, 2019 22:32:05 GMT -8
Sure. Kaiju, now. Why not?
Inwardly cursing his luck, Kiryu stared sullenly at the television. His stay in the resort had been pleasant and relaxing. He had managed to get his head on straight after some of his more recent adventures, and was finally beginning to get a handle on this whole 'magic' business. So of course some giant monster would come around and threaten the poor folk of the Southern Islands. How could it not happen, then, when Kiryu had been contentedly sipping on a colorful cocktail with an umbrella in it?
This was why Kiryu couldn't have nice things.
The bartender, and the other patrons in the bar, had begun to look towards Kiryu the moment the news had broken. He had been garnering a bit of a reputation as a local hero of late, and the longer he stayed in one area, the more stares he seemed to get. Kiryu nodded and smiled pleasantly, as if to say, 'Don't worry about it. I'm on it.' Miraculously, his demeanor seemed to mollify the suddenly anxious people, and they returned to their drinks and conversations.
Kiryu settled up, then went to his room. He was currently wearing a colorful tropical shirt and cargo shorts, and that was decidedly not going to cut a dashing figure. Kiryu grabbed a quick shower, mostly just for him to feel refreshed, then donned his comfortable robes. He concentrated, then prepared several spells, ones that would allow him to summon some of his valuable items to himself at need. After that, Kiryu made his way to the garage where he began to head over to his the motorcycle. Before he could make it there, from the shadows of the garage, several people in dark suits, all of them with earpieces and obvious bulges in their jackets where weapons were holstered, stepped into view. Kiryu went very still for a moment, but none of them seemed overly hostile, either by action or from Kiryu's instincts. One of them, a woman with close cropped blond hair about three inches shorter than Kiryu, stepped forward.
"Mister Miyazawa," she said, voice calm and steady, "We're hoping you can help us. We're with the government, and-"
Kiryu held up a hand, interrupting with an apologetic grin.
"No need to beat around the bush," he said pleasantly. "I was getting on my bike to go to you anyway. Take me where I can be of the most help."
On the trip over, Kiryu passed the time getting to know the people around him. The woman who had spoken to him gave her name as Agent Pilgrim. She seemed tough; she didn't really dissemble. She looked you in the eye and spoke to you directly. Kiryu liked her. Agent Pilgrim was friendly enough, and ready to answer what she could, but unfortunately, she didn't know much more than had been in the news report. Some monster that some people were calling a Kaiju was headed towards the coast. It was already causing a ton of damage, and people would start dying if they didn't stop it. Why it was happening, where the thing came from, and if there were many more were all things that Agent Pilgrim did not know and would not speculate on.
As they arrived at their destination, Kiryu felt a familiar, powerful ki signature. It was greater than it had been when last they met. Kiryu could sometimes not comprehend how a being could hold such raw might and not either warp the very fabric of the world around them, or simply explode from having so much energy contained in so small a frame.
Gritting his teeth, Kiryu entered the briefing room and laid eyes on the blue Namekian, Bass.
Kiryu could still not really get a read on Bass. He didn't seem like that bad a guy, but he openly talked about conquering the world. Kiryu didn't know if Bass would really every try to do that. He hoped it did not occur, because Kiryu would try to stop him, and he had no idea who would come out victorious if he and Bass ever decided to play for keeps.
Maybe no one.
Shaking his head for a moment to clear his thoughts and rouse himself from the maudlin reverie, Kiryu then moved to the char to Bass's left. "I'd say fancy meeting you here," Kiryu said, "But the more I think about it the more it makes sense that you're here. Those government spooks knew my last name; hell, they probably knew my shoe size and everything else about me! So if they're rounding up some spiritual desert recluse like me, of course they've been keeping tabs on you! Prominent businessmen that tree surf as they're primary method of conveyance are probably few and far between.
So... Kaiju, huh?"
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Post by Melody on Oct 23, 2019 23:40:42 GMT -8
Deep under water, Melody was holding her breath while practicing her sword techniques with the Giant Squid she made friends with. For every stance with her steel capsule Corp branded sword, a tentacle reached over for her to react with the flat side of the blade, any failed response resulted in a quick flick of being smacked by tendrils for being left open, and after a while they were equally getting enough practice in until she resurfaced for air. A boat with two men wearing black suits and sunglasses were waiting for her, one of them had a stopwatch, and did a double take on the length of time she spent below with her aquatic sparring partner.
Violet eyes narrowed at them for a moment as they explained the situation at hand and soon enough her expression changed from suspicious to smiling,“You had me at zeni.”
The Duchess leaped out of the water by holding on to the boat to get onboard. The black full body wetsuit she was wearing began dripping absorbed sea water into the hull of the speed boat and in no time at all her green hair was dry before anything else. It turned out that the bunker was not far from where she was practicing her sword techniques and she noticed there were absolutely no tourists around. The bunker itself was freezing cold from the running air conditioner which would be a welcoming feeling had she been jogging instead to get here. The dark hallways were illuminated by glowing screens coming from control panels with other people sitting by then and some people were wearing power armor which she had never seen before. Down a brighter grey colored hallway Melody was led at the end where a set of double doors were opened outwards and she stepped inside leaving a trail of water this entire time.
For a brief moment she turned around to face the agents holding the doors while standing in the hallway and noticed that one of the agents was familiar from somewhere; he immediately turned away to avoid her gaze.
“Hey! I know you, pretty sure you were the DJ at the cruise liner that was attacked by sea monkeys! Wait, sea monks. You sure do get around, I still recognized you even with the suit and sunglasses get up.”
Melody was shoved further into a meeting room and the doors closed in front of her just inches from her face. Cursing under her breath she unzipped her wet suit, slipped her arms out of the sleeves, and then used the sleeves to tie it around her exposed waist. Under her suit she wore a high neck grey halter swim top with an open back. With a shutter she felt the presence of two others in the room behind her, one that was overwhelmingly familiar, and the other being entirely new. She calmly turned around only to be relieved to see that it was Bass with a slight smile. The tension in the room between the namekian and the young male human was so obvious by simply breathing the air for a brief second. Melody missed out on any dialogue they might have exchanged prior to her arrival and reflected on the entire situation.
“Friend of yours?” She simply asked Bass, entirely unaware of what that would entail, and took a seat looking expectedly for answers, “I hail from The Pig Demon Duchies, my name is Melody, and you are?” The last question was directed at Kiryu.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Oct 24, 2019 0:25:16 GMT -8
Will was meditating on the beach of Papaya Island, an island famous for hosting the Budokai Tenkaichi or World Martial Arts tournament. Psyching himself up for the upcoming battle with this leviathan he heard tales of. If this creature is truly as big as the island he sits on then he has his work cut out for him, but the size is not everything as he himself is proof of that. So he waits until he can feel his creature's life force before he can make a move. That is when he heard several footsteps behind him. Behind Will are multiple men and women in black and white suits with shades and wireless earpieces. "Master Wisp, you're services are-" the man said only to be cut off by the cat holding a paw up to stop him from talking. "Let me guess, you're to escort me to your secret military bunker with other strong individuals you find to help beat this behemoth. You don't want to take no for an answer and you're probably going to put a bag over my head so I don't know about this place's location, either that or in one of those fancy cars with the tinted windows where you can't see the outside or inside. Am I correct?" Will asked. "Well um yeah you are." the man said. "I've been in these situations more times then you'd think my friend, I probably have been in the exact bunker you're taking me to before multiple times. If I could I would probably be able to remember where it is so I can get there myself, that or finding a select few high Ki signatures underground somewhere. I have a flying cloud that can take me there quicker than whatever you're taking me in. Although you probably went through so much trouble to set this up so to be courteous I am going to come with you." Will said. The agents then lead Will to the vehicle they are taking them in, along the ride there Will's ears perk up against the windows. "Oh one of those amphibious vehicles impressive I don't think I rode in one of these before," Will said. All of the agents then look to each other as they wondered how he was able to figure out they were underwater cause the windows were soundproof. Truthfully Will didn't know, he guessed, but the looks and whispers they gave to each other was confirmation enough for him. Will was then let out as he got out in an underground harbor that connects to the bunker. He follows the guard into the meeting room with two others already there, Bass and Melody who he met before, and a well-dressed man who seems to be another martial artist. Will then sits upon the table, his head just barely above it, and looks at Kiryu. "In my experience when it comes to government power is one thing they always keep tabs on. Will O. Wisp, a master of the Turtle School. Whatever they know about you hopefully your skills are enough this so-called kaiju. Be interesting to fight a fish that can fight back nya ha ha ha," Will said.
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Post by Duke Satan on Oct 25, 2019 14:08:24 GMT -8
"Kaiju, huh?" Two people sat together by a table in a small, quaint coffee shop, one of them sipping a latte and the other lifting up a large glass of beer which this place apparently sold. They were listening to a barking news report ringing across the air from the television screen hanging in the corner. Apparently, a great beast was heading towards the island, named by the people a Kaiju, and while it wasn't implied, someone definitely needed to go stop a thing as big as that. Someone... powerful, like a martial artist. The thought immediately piqued the man's interest. He was Duke Luciferius Satan, the greatest fan of Earth's martial arts you could possibly find on the face of this planet. The woman on the other side, on the other hand, was a rather small and frail looking woman by the name of Lucina - the two of them met each other through a dating app and while... well, it didn't seem like they were a match, but at least there was a conversation going between them regardless. "That sounds like a job for a real warrior, isn't it?" "Mhm... Such as yourself?" Lucina suddenly replied to him, striking a sly smirk. Before the Duke could assert that he was no real martial artist or even a warrior, just a travelling fan and observer, the woman suddenly smashed a button on the table to open a tunnel underneath his feet, sending him and his entire chair down with him screaming, to recruit him for Kaiju fighting duty. Well. That's not what happened. But the Duke wanted to tell himself that it was a good enough summary. It turned out that the girl he went on an instant date with was actually a government secret agent tasked with finding powerful warriors to fight this impending Kaiju threat with, and so she recruited him. Not that he was going to mind. Surely, he would not be the only martial artist drafted for monster killing duty - and while he may be no ki user, he would surely meet those who are, learn from them, and be able to gather even more people for his Satan City project. And as they stepped through the many layers of this secret bunker, until finally being led to a small briefing room resembling something from a spy drama, the Duke realized that his guess was completely right. There was not one, not two, but four people in the room already, all of whom had this very familiar tinge about them which told the towering, muscular human that he was dealing with real ki users. In fact, two of them were already familiar. "It is nice to meet you again, Bass. And... well, I don't think I caught your name in Central City, but I presume you remember the Duke of the House of Satan himself." he explained himself, stepping into the center of the room and waving his hand. The two other warriors - a woman and a feline - were unfamiliar, unfortunately. "And nice to meet you too! As I said before, I am Luciferius, the Duke of the House of Satan himself. Who do I have the pleasure of helping today?" [Words: 541 / 541] Cayle PotaBassKiryuMelodyWill O. Wisp
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Post by Cayle Pota on Oct 29, 2019 12:59:13 GMT -8
Before anything else was done, the sixth chair was picked up and folded up. The possible candidates for the sixth member of this emergency team could either not be contacted (they were busy with taco entrepreneur things), likely told the government men sent to their location to 'leave them alone, peasant', or were just too good at ghosting in the likes of South City to be discovered unless they wanted to be.
So now there were only five 'super powered beings' capable of protecting South City in this situation, and the government men did not bother to explain this. The action of folding up the chair was enough of an explanation.
After they all sat, the government's agent in this walked forward. A tan skinned man dressed in a simple black martial art's gi of the style which folks like Jackie Chun had made famous, with a pair of black leather combat boots and a black leather jacket over it, topped off with a shaved head and an eyepatch. An eccentric character to say the least.
“I brought you here because you were local or close enough to the area of South City that we could call on you, and because unlike the layman martial artist, you actually have passed what limits normal humans have- and have become capable of superhuman feats thanks to your master of Ki, or Chi, or Spiritual Energy, or Mojo- whatever it is you want to call it.” He spoke with a surprisingly booming voice, low in tone despite that, it was almost as if someone was pouring caramel from a hot pan onto a cookie sheet as he talked. “And we need as many of your kind as we can find for the situation that has presented itself. Something or someone seems to have awakened a great beast which slumbered in the seas- at least that is what the thought process of some is, but I've seen more than pictures.”
The man nodded, and someone began to work the ancient projector, the first images showed security footage of a cargo ship catching a fin which looked almost like that of a mountain sticking out of the ocean, followed by a few more screen captures from the scene of it raising out of the ocean with enough speed that it capsized the cargo vessel entirely, before running through it.
Other scenes followed, from it devouring an entire fleet of fishing vessels, to spy plane footage of a destroyed resort town in the far southern islands, where rubble was found and little more.
“This might just look like something any military force could deal with, if they had enough explosives, but that is not the case.”
The old time projector finished showing it's footage and the figure walked to stand in front of the projection path before raising his eyepatch and squinting for a moment. After that, video footage began to play on the screen, color video footage of a squadron of martial artists and jet fighters all sending blasts of energy and missles at the beast, only for it to literally raise from the water and send half of the jets crashing into the water with a simple roar from it's bay sized mouth. From the scale, it seemed to be the size of a large island by itself, easily twenty stories tall from the bottom of its belly to the top of its skull, not counting its fin in the equation.
“I barely escaped that confrontation with the beast. My men were not so lucky, but as you can see from the color footage.” the footage was color, playing back from his robotic eye as it was recorded from the situation itself, “This is no normal shark even outside of its size.” it's blue-grey skin was speckled with orange specs, the same color as the dragon balls if anyone had actually seen color pictures of them from history books or briefings. It's specs were only visible as it crashed into the footage taker, but none the less visible. “I believe that someone, or something, perhaps naturally perhaps not, caused the mutation of this shark to its massive size and to its ferocious capabilities.”
He did not bother to hide the fact that the power level estimator from the footage as it showed him crashing towards the water after being struck by the beast, clearly showed it as being over fifty thousand power level.
For the government of South City, without having a patron Z fighter to hope would come save things In the nick of time, this was a nightmare.
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Post by Bass on Oct 29, 2019 14:31:58 GMT -8
Sitting in the chair, he watched as each individual member entered. Of course the next to enter after him was the kid, Bass almost let out a sigh and looked back towards the screen - though he thought better than to do that on an impulse. After all, regardless of how Kiryu fought, he was still a decent person when it came to helping others. He'd need charitable mindsets like that in the world he wanted to lead. Folding his arms across his chest and listening to Kiryu say hi, among other details that he didn't pay a ton of attention too. His attention was mostly on the specific details of this thread they'd be facing. After all, he knew something was up with a Power Level he'd felt when he was coming back home underwater. This could be it, maybe. The water seemed to hold a lot of incredibly powerful beings. Still, Bass spoke up.
"Yes, hi. Earthlings are notoriously adept at exploiting their figurative size as less than that of a pea to roll into every nook and cranny they can to gather information. They believe knowing will be enough, sometimes it isn't. I've also done away with that method of travel, I can fly just fine now. If everything goes well, today won't be that tough. Though even I have a sinking pit in my gut. If only because I sensed something not too long ago that could very well be this creature."
Looking back forward, in short time there would be another arrival. Yet another face that he recognized, it was fascinating just how fast the strong and ambitious gravitate towards one another. Frankly the truth of it all made him feel inferior because fate had essentially stated he was comparable. He didn't want to be comparable, he wanted to be far enough ahead that he could take on an army of each of them by himself. If he could do that, the entire world wouldn't be a problem to suppress. Though, it's difficult to word that in a Humanitarian way, he'd try if someone ever sniffed that truth out of him. When Melody approached them and asked if Kiryu was a friend, Bass narrowed both eyes.
"The kid can speak for himself. Our relation depends on his interpretations." Bass said firmly, leaning back in the chair until the creaking signalled that anymore and the back would snap right off. Adjusting himself, he took a hefty breath and let out a bored sigh. Since besides the people rolling in regularly, they were ultimately sitting in a sterile briefing room in fold-out chairs, surrounded by dated technology. It was a solid reminder of his old accounting days in North City, to say it modestly.
That was about when he became cognizant of Will's existence. Not that he hadn't sensed the turtle school martial artist prior, it's simply that it didn't conscious register until he spoke up in response to Kiryu as well. Letting him speak uninterrupted, Bass didn't bother to add anything further. Jokes aside this was more than a Tuna gone wild in his opinion.
When Duke walked in his greeting only demanded for a simple obligatory wave in return. Lowering his hand shortly after and with all of them gathered, the briefing began. Rolling the limited footage they had of the creature and giving a bit of an explanation as to what it could be an what efforts they have applied to stop it, Bass had just about all of his thoughts confirmed. The fin was large enough to be categorized as a mountain. From the sheer size of this thing alone it was enough to be a threat for even his level of power. Shifting in place, his brows scrunched and his body tensed some. This was going to be far from easy. The only confirmation he needed was the information of Power Level. This thing was stronger than he was. Thankfully not by the margin he had expected, but by some distance nonetheless. In terms of the pure Power Level department, he might be able to match it given enough effort. Rubbing his chin in thought, it was the other complications that worried him more. Something this large didn't follow the same rules normal sized humanoids did. It could take a hell of a larger beating, and who knows how vicious the attacks it could lash out might be. One thing was a solid hunch though.
With two of the shards in his office, he knew damn well that tone of orange. Speckled across the entire creatures body in circles, he kept the information to himself considering it ultimately might as well just be trivia. The end result needed to be dealt with, why it was the way it was didn't really need to be spread around any further.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Oct 29, 2019 15:16:37 GMT -8
"Ah Satan, I have heard of this name before, nice to know it's house is still going strong, I am Will O. Wisp a Turtle School master, the girl over there is Melody shes a part of the Pig Demon Duchies, and the last one, I am afraid I haven't met him before," Will explained. He then listened to the man intently as he showed footage of what they were up against. Will recognizes the orange specks cause he has heard about the legends of the Dragon Balls as well, mostly from his father who told him he met someone who was traveling the world finding them. Could this have something to do with this creature's enormous size? Most likely, and it seems to have a power to match it as well, although Will couldn't get a good look at the reading of how strong it was. Although he knows that one shouldn't rely on numbers when it comes to gauging one's opponent and seeing if they can beat them. This creature may have a weakness of some kind that they could exploit, or even their combined powers would be enough of a match for it. Will already knows how many leagues Bass is above him, but he doesn't know how the others compare. While he shouldn't keep comparing people to himself he at least hopes that their power is enough that they will be able to survive against this leviathan they're about to face. He won't know for sure until he faces it in person and gets a better feel of the creature.
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Post by Kiryu on Oct 29, 2019 22:00:47 GMT -8
As the others joined the room, Kiryu nodded to each of them in turn, pleasantly greeting the newcomers. He turned a wry eye towards Duke Satan. Kiryu had been rather sure he had introduced himself, but such was life. Before replying, Kiryu turned a friendly smile towards Melody.
"Nice to meet you, Melody. I am called Kiryu. I've never been out to the Duchies, I'd love to hear about them if you have some time later."
Kiryu then responded to Duke Satan.
"The name was Kiryu, Duke Satan," Kiryu said evenly, "And it's good to see you again. Though this time you and I will be fighting with Bass and not against him."
Kiryu raised an eyebrow at Will, not quite sure what to make of the cat like person. He seemed... well. He styled himself a Turtle School Master. That was intriguing, but Kiryu wondered at it's veracity. From what he understood, the true masters of most of the major martial arts schools did not make their identities widely known. From what his own father, a tremendously talented fighter himself, had told him, this was to make it more difficult for them to be hunted or harmed by those who would do them harm, as Daimao had done long ago.
Kiryu supposed it was kind of like being a specialized agent. A member of the police might identify themselves but some of the most skilled of their number went incognito or in plain clothes. Those that announced their identities tended to end up dead. Maybe something like that was going on here.
In response to Bass, Kiryu shrugged. "I would say we were friends and rivals, though I don't much care for your denigrating my style of combat. I guess it's superfluous in some ways now... I have an entirely new bag of tricks. I will say that I'm very much looking forward to our next spar. I think it will be time for some one on one, then!" And with that, Kiryu let got of some of the resentment he had been feeling towards Bass. It had been his pride that had been rankled, but in the grand scheme of things, what did his pride matter? He lived and fought with integrity, at least in his own eyes. If someone couldn't deal with the way he fought, that was on them.
As the military man entered and explained the situation, Kiryu's mood darkened. The recordings filled him with a quiet dread, a dread that was only amplified when he saw the Kaiju's estimated power level.
It was the highest he had ever seen.
"Gods below, but that is a leviathan," he breathed. The unease mixed with awe in his breast, filling him with a rush of emotions too profound to name. There was fear, of course. Kiryu was no stranger to a bit of nervousness, a bit of healthy fear to give him an edge. Only fools and madmen laid claim to being entirely without fear. What Kiryu was feeling now, however, was not like that. It was something... elemental. Something primal. Seeing that magnificent beast filled him with awe and horror at it's majesty... and the absolute, instinctual fear of a supposed apex predator seeing something that could make sport of their entire race.
Kiry inhaled sharply, his synapses firing so quickly you could almost hear them. He began running scenarios in his head, thinking of ways to combat this monster. He definitely had some ideas, especially about how all of them could work together... he had always been a bit of a tactician.
"I've never really tried to fly before, but I might be able to figure it out, one way or another. If Bass and I can do that... if the rest of you can't fly, maybe we could get you some rebreathers and you can attack from under the water. I might also have a plan for boosting Bass's power up enough that he could possibly match that monster while it also dealt with the rest of us... we'll talk about that later. I am sure the rest of you will have your own thoughts as well. Is there anything else we need to know about this creature?"
As Kiryu awaited a response, he thought then of the monster's skin. In his mind's eye, Kiryu saw again the strange item he had come across in the ruins where he found his crystal ball. Of the orange shard he had found, a piece of a myth held in his hands. There was no doubt at all... that creature had something to do with the Dragon Balls. Kiryu was convinced of this, but did not by word or deed betray his thoughts. If he was correct, this could be even bigger than a rampaging Kaiju. Much bigger.
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Post by Duke Satan on Oct 29, 2019 23:18:17 GMT -8
In the span of a few seconds, the Duke of Satan was given three new names to remember. The human martial artist he teamed up with against Bass called himself Kiryu, nothing spectacular as far as names went. The little cat man, on the other hand, introduced himself as Will, a master of the famous Turtle School, a society of reclusive martial artists who counted centuries of history. This immediately caught the Duke's interest, and in this excitement, he almost missed the martial arts master mentioning that the girl which joined their ranks today was called Melody, and hails from the Pig Demon Duchies. He will definitely need to pester Will later on, not only to get him to display some of the rare techniques of the Turtle School, but also to invite him to join in Satan City. A venerable sensei would definitely be welcome in the largest congregation of martial artists on the entire planet. But for now, the Duke's attention was diverted to the screen, which displayed the type of monster they were going to have to fight. And it looked enormous. Unparalleled in its scale, it definitely could not be a natural born creature - and the debrief mentioned that guess as well, stating that something must have mutated this shark to the vast size and terrifying appearance put on display before their eyes. Was this the work of a foul sorcerer with a grievance towards the Southern island, a hidden mad scientist with an agenda, or natural processes which they could not predict? There were a million guesses which the Duke could make, and he figured this is exactly why they'll be heading out there. Not only to put a stop to the creature's rampage, but also to possibly figure out what lurks beneath its massive frame. But its power level was registered at fifty thousand... That's massive. The Duke was only faintly acquainted with the concept of power levels, a method of measuring the ki output of martial artists and creatures such as this one - but even he knew that fifty thousand was a lot. Was anyone else here frightened by the sight they have been displayed? Kiryu seemed shaken, at least - and immediately began to mutter, thinking up of various scenarios on how to tackle the beast. The Duke did not pay too much attention to him and everyone else. "Gosh, that is a pretty big bugger, isn't it," he spoke under his breath and fixed his sunglasses, pushing them up his nose. "That'll make for a lot of shark soup." If anything... it doesn't help to lighten the mood sometimes. [Words: 438 / 979] Cayle PotaMelodyBassKiryuWill O. Wisp
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Post by Melody on Oct 30, 2019 10:04:01 GMT -8
“Ah. The land the Pig demon Duchies presides on is quite different from the city.”Melody responded simply to the dynamic relationship between Bass and Kiryu which would explain why bread could be sliced through the air alone; she heard the name but did not have the chance to meet Kiryu until now. Despite all the turmoil everyone remained cool and collected in order to take on the bigger threat that presented itself by the mysterious government entity that gathered them all here. The Duchess’ attention was turned over to Will and Duke, both of them had revealed who they were to the room, either to display their trust or command attention. Duke Satan was another name tied to history and while everyone divulged a single name, again she found it annoying that people felt the need to bring up the past, when everyone knows that you are responsible for your own destiny.
Watching the footage made her smile the entire time, she gripped onto the weighted fabric of her wetsuit on her lap, and half chuckled at the carnage. Everyone else was a little unnerved mainly at its power level and they all almost held their breath at the orange speckles on its skin which she noticed. After being debriefed on the situation at hand, she stood up from her chair, and crossed her arms. One of the sleeves of her wetsuit hit the chair she was sitting in when she moved which crumbled the plastic and metal to dust into a pile; an indication that she was wearing weighted clothing.
“Who are you? I would at the very least, like to know your name, given that you know mine.” Melody asked the eye patch wearing man who used his bionic eye under it to project the footage, “Now, I agreed to do this under the offer of zeni. However, by the looks of things that will not be enough. A facility like this and military power behind it are part of the cause of this problem. I have been to the island for less than a week and the people here are a burden to nature. The entire ocean is littered with garbage that the sea creatures are at their wits end. You had it coming with the level of filth and toxic waste that is dropped into the water now nature is taking initiative on the people who caused it. I am not entirely against hunting down this creature and claiming its life, if it meant using its flesh to feed many because that is what a hunter does, take a life to feed life. So I demand, that after this is all over, that this beast gets properly fillet, and processed to use as food if not for people then for the animals that can digest its meat otherwise you are still polluting the ocean with its carcass.”
Duke was not far from the truth of making shark soup, but it was a matter of what will become of the behemoths body without causing more damage to the ocean’s ecosystem, the flesh alone would damage the coral reef. The ocean itself would become a pink shark soup and South City would smell for years if it is not handled correctly.
After some thought she looked over to Kiryu, she did not know off hand how powerful he was since he kept it hidden, but she did know what Bass was capable of and his explanation of a plan confirmed it. While it made her sigh that she was not at their level in the field, it was the least important to her, and one thing needed to be made clear.
“It has a weak spot. Now don’t think I did not notice how everyone reacted to the orange spots on its skin. So if you know something, tell us right now! Otherwise the plan to take it down will not work. Now is not the time for secrets if we have to work together.”
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Post by Cayle Pota on Oct 31, 2019 21:04:15 GMT -8
“Why would we keep secrets from you? Aside from the fact that one of you is the son of a Z fighter, said son that was missing for one hundred years, one of you is a Namekian with questionable ties and with all the markings of a Demon Clan Namekian, two of you are nobles of other lands, and one of you amounts to a prince of a martial arts dynasty? We have to be sure that any information we give you isn't used against the people of South City. You're here because we have no one else to ask, and our plan A did not work.” the man said to Melody, before turning to the others. “The Dragon Ball shard pieces it seems to have swallowed have made for it's skin to become extremely hard, greater than that of steel. Not even explosive or armor piercing rounds have been able to pierce it's skin.” The figure put his hands in his trench coat, before turning to the group. “So, Zeni, whatever your demands are, you need to give them now before I give anymore information. I'm authorized to negotiate for the government, but we don't have time to waste.” he shrugged, before calling out, “ETA?” “Two Hours.” “We have two hours before the beast arrives on these shores. Two hours to get everything set up and ready to go. Two hours to prepare you all with everything we can, from knowledge to strategy to weaponry to deal with this leviathan.” He turned away from the group then. “So, any other questions, please make them prompt and on topic.” he was gruff in tone when he said it, despite his voice still sounding like smooth caramel. “And to the question of my name, it is Agent Reese.”
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Nov 1, 2019 14:55:57 GMT -8
So it seems that this beast not only swallowed not one but multiple Dragon Ball Shards, that would explain how it got so powerful then just eating just one, also makes this kaiju much more dangerous then it already is cause if it eats any more who knows what would happen, or Kai forbid if it were to eat all of the Dragon Ball shards. If it a large amount though Will wonders if the shards would be enough to reconstruct a full Dragon Ball or part of one. Maybe the Dragon Ball Shards taken from its body could be used to help rebuild them if possible. "While I do want Zeni I want it more so for something else actually, you see in my thirteen years of absence my dojo has degraded without anyone to look after it. All I ask is for it to be refurbished back to its old glory. So that I will have a place to teach my next generation of Turtle School students. Surely your people have the tools and resources to accomplish that? I hope it is not too much at the very least, or too little to be asking from you," Will said. Reese then talked about strategy. "I think I have one, you see I know quite a bit about sharks. One thing is that they're always swimming so that water can go into their gills or else they would die from lack of oxygen. So if we were to force the shark to stop moving for a while, or hit in its enormous gills perhaps we can fell the beast that way, perhaps hitting the eyes as well to blind it so that it would have a harder time trying to find us. That is unless you haven't already thought of such a plan or tried before and it didn't work," Will said. Will then looked up to Reese. "Which reminds me, what exactly was this failed plan A you have spoken of earlier, it's not anything that we should be concerned about is it?" Will asked. Knowing the government and military they are known to take big risks even if their motives are good. Some may call Will paranoid but he is just checking to see if their previous plan wasn't anything that could be unethical. Which is why Will would carefully scan Reese's body language, face, and any other signs to see if his answer is a lie or genuine. I can never be too careful even with folks like him. He probably has a whole bunch of secrets he doesn't want people to know, maybe the reason he lost his eye was something trivial but he plays it off as having lost it in a battle.
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Post by Melody on Nov 1, 2019 16:45:14 GMT -8
Demon namekian?
Melody thought for a moment, she did not know enough of the namekian race to understand why that particular fact would hold any weight, and she defeated enough low level demons in the past while protecting the village to discern whether or not they were prone to being evil besides being a pain in her backside. Bass shared the same ideals as her so she shrugged further thought, even if she skipped out on getting a basic education, she was not going to allow it to cloud her judgment of how she felt about him. The balance between good and evil is the main cause of the world being what it is now and the only way to change history is to take charge; the world had been left alone without order with no one to take on the responsibility to make something functional. The answer was simple: zeni. Even with the present situation, it made everyone in the room follow along with zeni, and it was a clear indication that she only needed a matter of time to figure out how to manipulate the currency for her own benefit; to succeed in her ambition of controlling the masses with it.
The secret was out about the dragon shards embedded in the shark’s skin which she never heard of before. If she could get her hands on one she would be able to understand why they are so important.
Will spoke up first about his demands to rebuild the dojo that he left abandoned for one reason or another which made her roll her violet eyes for whatever the excuse might have been. While they may have spent a brief moment to enjoy a luxury cruise ship together, she was starting to suspect that he was a rather lazy cat, especially since not even a rumor had spread about him in the West Lands. It was great that he was taking in students but perhaps the first lesson with his subjects should be tasked with repairing the dojo in the first place rather than having the government to do it. Even painting a wall with a toothbrush was efficient training enough to use dexterity on the fingers to complete a difficult mundane task.
“Did your slant eyes miss the detail about Plan A in the playback footage? If I had known, I would have held your eyelids open for you, Will-san.” Melody sneered,“We are plan B so it’s a matter of trial and error, it has caused so much destruction already, we need to figure out how to keep it away from the heavily populated South City. You may have crossed sharks in your days but this is no ordinary one, maybe it will take a thousand times longer for it to run out of oxygen, before we can exploit that as a weakness.”
Melody turned to Reese, “I believe our first task is to keep it far enough away from the main island and Papaya island to keep the hapless citizens safe. Can you provide us with an anchor and chain long enough to tie around the creature? One that is used by a fifty two thousand ton vessel should suffice. I believe I have enough strength, along with Will-san’s assistance with the anchor, to wrap the chain around, but not enough to pull the beast back. I think Bass-kun could manage it since I have seen him in action so he can anchor it somewhere on the sea bottom… we have to find a precise location, since you know this island inside and out. You would know exactly what radar scans have picked up on the seafloor for the anchor to get wedged into. It is a bit dangerous since we will be playing its strengths under water but we cannot afford any destruction of the city getting into the sea water.”
Again Melody was more concerned about pollution than saving the innocent lives of people who should just fight their own battles. It was about survival of the fittest after all but she also relied on their zeni generating livelihoods to reach her goals.
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